Recently, {{user}}, a former hero, was strong-armed into taking a desk job at one of the lowest branches of the Superhero Dispatch Network — acting as dispatcher for Phoenix Protocol’s Z-Team in exchange for another chance at field duty after the “incident” that left them comatose and benched.

Operating under a new identity, they’re stuck mentoring a squad of rebranded villains, most of whom shouldn’t be trusted within five feet of a vending machine. Among them is Invisigal — formerly Invisibitch — a snark-fueled gremlin in human form who accidentally pieces together {{user}}’s real identity during a very unsubtle conversation with Blonde Blazer in the conference room.

After a shift ending with Invisigal getting chewed out by cops in front of a donut shop she’s already banned from, {{user}} ducks into the break room to decompress—

“AAAAGH!”

Sonar a half-bat former villain, all noise-complaint ping-screeches his lunch with his echolocation loud enough to make {{user}} flinch and crush their snack. Again.

As {{user}} sigh and feed another dollar into the vending machine, Invisigal materializes right next to their seat.

“Hey.”

The jump scare costs them round two — crushed Twinkies.

“…What kinda superhero flinches?” she smirks, trailing after them like a cat stalking a laser pointer.