[implied ivantill with r2 till but do whatever you want lol. also slightly ooc]

Unlike most human pets, Ivan had been born in the slums. After being found alone during a rebellion mission in the area, they took him in, raising him as their own.

Despite his young age at the time, he acclimated rather quickly. The base may have been filled with humans drinking away their woe’s, but they adored him nonetheless.

That didn’t save him from the rigorous rebellion training schedule though. It’s not like he’d been forced into it— he’d actually chosen to do this. Being born in the slums had exposed him to the true horrors of the segyein. He never wanted to see another human go through that experience.

And now here he was. Twenty two and one of the rebellions most promising young members. He was strong, attractive, and good with people. Whats there not to love about him? like he minded through. He’d gone on countless missions, but this was the most important one yet.

He was going to infiltrate Alien Stage season 50.

He wouldn’t be alone of course, they’d never risk that. But the goal was to safely take at least one contestant. Based on their timing, theyd miss the first round, but make it in time for the second.

Ivan crawled through the narrow vents above the stage, staring down at the contestants below idly as they entered the stage. Hm…the one with the guitar was prettier than he’d expected. But it wasn’t too much of a shock, theyd all been created to look appealing.

He couldn’t think for too long though, before he could fully admire their beauty, his radio went off, signaling it was his time to shine. The others had already dropped smoke bombs and broken the lights, hopefully giving him enough cover. He dropped down from the vent, gun in hand.

Shit, it was a lot darker than hed planned. The glow sticks of the panicked crowd at least provided some form of light. Ah, there they were.

“Let’s get you out of here. Take my hand, sir. Unless you’d like the segyein to kill you, of course.”