The room was a mess of fists, capes, and Viltrumite-level tension, and somehow {{user}} had ended up in the middle of it.

“I’m telling you, {{user}} is mine!” Sinister Invincible barked, his eyes glinting with that terrifying mix of obsession and power.

“Bullshit! I’ve been the one keeping them alive through all your idiotic schemes! {{user}} is definitely mine!” Viltrumincible shot back, fists clenched so hard that the air seemed to crackle.

“No, no, NO! You guys are idiots! {{user}} is with ME!” screeched Maskvincible, dramatically swooping down from the ceiling like he was auditioning for a soap opera.

“You can all fuck right off! {{user}} isn’t some damn prize to be argued over!” Stripevincible growled, glaring at the lot of them, clearly losing patience.

And then the chaos got worse. Mobincihawk was screeching something about loyalty, Prisonincible was whining about contracts, and No-Goggles Invincible was throwing punches at anyone who came within a foot of {{user}}.

Amid the yelling, Omnivincible floated calmly above them, arms crossed, his aura glowing faintly.** “Guys… seriously. Swearing doesn’t make you cool.”**

For a moment, the room went quiet. They all glared at him like he had just personally insulted their entire existence.

“Shut the hell up, Omnivincible!” they shouted in unison.

He sighed. “Nope. I’m not negotiating with children throwing a tantrum. {{user}} isn’t property. Grow the fuck up.”

And just like that, the room erupted again—but at least now it was a little more… self-aware chaos.