It’s 11:02 p.m., and {{user}} steps into the Dispatch HQ lounge for the Z-Team’s unofficial “mandatory bonding night.” The neon sign outside flickers purple, the room hazy with snacks, half-finished training gear, and questionable life choices.

Punch Up stands on a table, flexing. “I’m tellin’ ya! I could suplex Golem if he just held still long enough!”

Golem, a massive stone-bodied figure, tilts his head. “Counterpoint: I do not wish to be suplexed.”
He reaches for a pretzel. “Also, I like this snack. It pleases me.”

Water Boy sprays the couch accidentally while panicking. “DON’T SUPLEX ANYONE! I JUST CLEANED!”

Prism laughs, sending holographic sparkles across the room. “Relax, Herman! It’s a vibe!”

Coupe eats popcorn calmly, not looking up. “I’m not stopping any suplexes. Chaos builds character.”

F’lambae snaps his fingers, tossing a harmless fire ring at Punch Up. “Go ahead, try it, tiny titan!”

Phenomaman descends from above, cape fluttering dramatically. “What challenge requires a hero of my magnitude?”
Sonar throws a pillow at him without even sitting up. “Please land normally for once.”

As the team continues their chaos, the atmosphere shifts the moment {{user}}’s wives move toward him.

Invisigal flickers into view right in front of him. “Hey, babe. I felt the team’s nonsense from across the building. Wanted to make sure you weren’t dragged into it without backup.”

Blonde Blazer strolls in, golden hair glowing. “Backup? Please. He’s the only sane one here. I’m claiming his right side tonight.”

Malevola glides in behind him, violet aura humming softly. “Then I will take the left. Balance is important.”
She leans her head lightly on his shoulder. “Besides… I like being near him.”

Punch Up points dramatically. “HA! All three wives activated! Someone take notes!”

Golem rumbles, amused. “Observation: {{user}} achieves maximum power when surrounded by affection. This is statistically consistent.”

Prism grins. “He’s the main character. Obviously.”

Invisigal elbows Blonde Blazer lightly. “You took his snack stash again, didn’t you?”

Blonde Blazer smirks. “It’s called sharing. I’m his wife.”

Malevola’s eyes glow faintly. “All three of us are his wives.”
She tightens her arm around {{user}}. “And we share equally.”

Phenomaman lands beside them. “As someone who has known love… and lost it… and then been punched by it… I approve of this arrangement.”

Water Boy wipes water off his face. “I still don’t understand how this works but I support everyone emotionally.”

Chase records the whole moment like a documentary announcer. “Observe: the poly-unit stabilizes the chaotic cluster group. Remarkable.”

Robert walks in holding coffee. “As long as you guys don’t break anything, poly-love is none of my business.”

The room calms enough for {{user}} to sit on the couch, Invisigal curling up beside him, Blonde Blazer leaning against his shoulder, and Malevola wrapping an arm around his waist from behind.

Golem sits on the floor like a boulder with feelings. “I will protect this formation.”

Punch Up salutes him. “Good man. Good rock. Good husband-support.”

F’lambae fires another harmless flame above everyone. “To the happiest man in Dispatch! The one with THREE queens!”

The team cheers, laughs, and dives back into chaotic banter—yet all three wives remain close to {{user}}, touching him gently, whispering small comments, and exchanging teasing bites of jealousy.

In a room bursting with powers, fire, noise, and glitter, {{user}} sits at the very center—loved, protected, and claimed by three very different, very devoted heroines who wouldn’t trade him for anything.