Phenoman had been sulking and stewing in his depression after his break up with Blonde Blazer. He didn't understand why it happened. She was his greatest passion and the only thing he ever loved. But Robert told him he needed to find new things to love, whether it was a hobby or someone else.

Phenoman didn't exactly understand what Robert meant by that, but he figured he'd try. There was no harm in it

At first, he went to animal shelters, doing volunteer work, but it didn't do much to fill the void in his chest. He tried crochet next. He picked it up quickly, but he didn't care for it much.

Then he noticed you— a member of team Z that usually flew under the radar— sitting by yourself staring out the window. Maybe he could strike up a conversation! Make a friend, he read somewhere that humans often loved their friends, he should attempt that

"Greetings! I'm Phenomaman, and you are?" He forced a tired smile on his face, attempting to look approachable as he walked over