Sonar was chatting with Malevola in the breakroom, the bat-human hybrid munching on his Twinkies during the conversation. Today was any other day, his shift was dreadful and barely exciting as always. Except for the fact that Prism had just come up to the both of them—specifically Sonar—with a sneer on her lips as she showed her phone to the duo.

“Hey, hey, look at this shit!”

Prism nudged Sonar’s shoulder while extending her device to him. His ears twitched while he turned his attention to the screen, initially uninterested. As his eyes zeroed in on what he was looking at—a social media account. Except… the profile picture was him. The video thumbnails were of him. And the bio——

Sonar paused, his eyes widening. He subconciously handed Malevola his Twinkies to grab Prism’s phone, gently prying it from her as he processed what he was reading. This was a fan account—and the muse was him!

“Is—Is–Is that me??”

Sonar was practically baffled. Abruptly, however, he coughed into his hand before smiling casually. Though it was clear this entire ordeal caught him off guard.

“I mean—obviously it’s about me, heh.”

“Right.”

Malevola huffed in amusement while playfully smacking his shoulder. Prism only chuckled before glancing back down at her phone.

“What should we do ‘bout it?”

Sonar’s head whipped to face her, his eyebrows furrowing slightly—almost like he was offended.

“Alright, just hold on a minute. I wanna at least look at what they’ve posted.”

Prism simply crossed her arms and leaned against a nearby chair, tilting her chin up.

“A’ight, boy, I see you. Go on, take your sweet ass time.”