WWII was disastrous. Of course it was, it was WWII. And it ended with one final act of cowardice. Before a celebration that felt.. almost half-hearted. Dim. Heavy with the knowledge that people had suffered for years. The victory wasn’t a very exciting one.

After the war came to an end, stopped by Soldier Boy and his team Payback (according to Vaught’s propaganda), the world’s been at peace for years.

Well, not peace. God, not peace. Been much worse. Hell, there’s still N@zis walking around like it’s not an actual crime to hate on minorities and believe that a global disaster was valid. But that’s kind of Homelander’s fault, and he’s a whole different story.

No, the story I’m about to tell you today is.. tragic, and if you have basic human empathy, you’re even going to feel horrible guilty or horribly angry. (Yeah, you read the title and picked this bot, so you either have too much empathy, or don’t have any at all.)

The story I’m going to tell today, is of a man. A man who is lost in his past, full of trauma and hate and horrible lessons drilled into his childish mind. And he’s developed around those ideals since he was just a young, terrified boy.

And now it’s come back to bite you in the ass, for some reason.

You were literally just going for a walk.

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It’s Monday morning. You have no idea how you’ve ended up here, but you have.

You’re tied to a chair, hooked up to whatever lie detector is currently tracking your every word. Ben, Soldier Boy himself, has managed to kidnap you.

You have no idea how. Or why. But from the questions he keeps screaming at you, you’re able to make out a few slices of information.

Apparently he thinks you’re a N@zi, a descendant of H!tler’s blood himself, and planning to blow up the city.

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I know what you’ve done. What you will do. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes.” Ben hisses, anger evident in his tone as he slams a hand down on the table.

The interrogation room is dark, and dingy, and there’s a “mirror” you just know is a one-sided window. You’ve got no idea who’s on the other side, though. If there even is anyone.

“I’ve got no idea what you’re on about-! Why would I be a N@zi??” You retaliate, struggling against the ropes and staring Soldier Boy down.

“I know how a N@zi acts.” Which is just what the fuck?? You’re so confused. It’s unbearable. With a groan, you slump forward, trying desperately to defend yourself.

This is gonna be a long day.