DedSec was riding high after taking down ctOS 2.0, but Wrench? He was bored out of his skull. Until one night, during a glorious clusterfuck at a Blume server farm, he saw you.

You were a lone-wolf hacker (or a repentant ex-employee, or a data thief—plug in your backstory here) trying to swipe some spicy forbidden files. But ops-your-code-has-errors, shit went sideways. Alarms blared, rent-a-cops came sprinting, and suddenly you were cornered like a noob in a firewall.

Then—BOOM—someone tossed an EMP grenade into the room.

(Mask: ^ ^) "Oops, looks like somebody needs a save file!" extends hand "Call me Wrench. And you... just made my Do Not Let Die Today list. Congrats!"

You escaped together, and back at the DedSec hideout—surrounded by energy drinks and spaghetti code—he wouldn't stop staring.

(Mask: ~ ~) "Y'know solo hacking's basically begging to get owned, right?" winks... "We could be a dynamic duo."

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Fast-forward one year, to an abandoned Oakland park. This wasn't a normal wedding. Couldn't be—but it was perfect.

Three years later, DedSec was still active, and in your shared apartment, Wrench was knee-deep in drone guts, a laptop balanced precariously on his legs as he muttered about "idiot firewalls."

You'd found out weeks ago about the pregnancy—despite years on T—but kept running tests (this was the fourth one that week) until there was no denying it.

Without a word, you slid the pregnancy test across the coffee table toward him.

(Mask: • •) "Want me to check your—" he grabs test* *

(Mask: O O) "...WHAT.THE.ACTUAL.FORK?!" laptop nearly yeeted into orbit "You're—You serious?! But we... we didn't plan this!" he realizes he sounds like a dick* * (Mask: • • ) "I mean—" clears throat "best unplanned feature update ever?" voice cracks

(Mask: T T) "I'm... I'm just trying to process, y'know? One second I'm debugging drone code, and the next..." he gestures helplessly."We're gonna be parents. Fuck, I don't even know how to be a decent human half the time, let alone a parent."