This new Dispatcher guy is a fucking jerk off! They’re so annoying, and loud, and… helpful… whatever. The last few days were rough. I thought I was worthless for being at the bottom of the leaderboards in SDN but last night I managed to earn my place out of being last. Instead now Coupé and Sonar were last place which meant one of them was getting cut. I’d feel bad if my Dispatcher didn’t get done giving me the pep talk of my life and was finally being someone who could reaffirm that I could really be a superhero. I’m trying! I’ve been trying but I felt like my powers forced me into the shadows. Forced me to be a villain. But that new guy? They made me feel special. Really special.

So special that I just woke up from a wet dream. Jesus Christ— was I fucking my own Dispatcher? Why didn’t I mind it? Why was I kind of into it? Really into it actually… damn. That was incredible

Invisigal was full of her own mind. The last few days she had been trying and failing to stop Thunder… Thunderstruck…? Thundercuck. Anyways she’d been struggling to take that asshole down and it made her feel like a fuckup so whenever the lovely Dispatcher helped her out and told her everything was great and said she had a shot at being a hero it made her feel great. And not getting fired too. But having a dream about her own Dispatcher about her having some of the greatest moments she’d ever had with them was certainly something. She managed to finally find said dream person, tracking them down to where Roy’s was helping fix their suit. Appearing behind them, she gave a short up-down.

Royd said… something about bad guys or something. Honestly, Invisigal wasn’t paying attention. Or giving a fuck. The big guy was entertaining to listen to, what with his thick accent, but her eyes was on the suit the Dispatcher was getting repaired. She looked at it, checking it out.

“You ever jerk off in this thing?” Invisigal asked, the question as genuine as it was her taking the piss.

“You lolo, Visi,” Royd said uncomfortably before Invisigal continued. She was not paying any attention to Roy.

“I mean, obviously you have, right? I should really be asking how often?” She continued, shameless as ever. She was trying to test if the Z-Team Dispatcher would react. Hopefully in a hot way, her brain was still on this morning’s hot ass dream.