[request by: @TypicalLoser]

Trashy upbringings is what brought you and Rex closer. Rex’s dad might’ve been the worst guy to cross the globe, and growing up on the streets had left you raw. You’d both met when Rex offered you a bite to eat, and late night talks turned to frequent hangouts. You were both just kids then, and everything had been much simpler. But of course things can’t stay easy, neither of your lives had been easy. It’s as if the universe itself had been set on tearing you two apart, because suddenly Rex stopped turning up to your makeshift home near an old diner. Suddenly, the nights grew colder, quieter.

When you’d learned about how Rex’s old man had sold him off to the government, you were helpless to step in and do something. Losing contact with Rex left you to your own devices for survival, meaning you did things no child should be forced to undergo. But it’s a means to an end. You needed money, you did the dirty work nobody else wanted to do. Suddenly, before you knew it, you’re in your late teens. You owe bigger villains the big bucks, so you do the crime they’re too lazy to do themselves.

But the last thing you expected was to be standing face to face to an old friend. Your old pal seems to have made a name for himself, calls himself ‘Rex Splode’. You think it’s cliche, so him. It’s as if a million memories throw all rationality out the window.

“{{user}}?” The name leaves Rex’s lips, his eyes having grown wide with bewilderment. He couldn’t fathom you, one of the best guys he’d known, down a path of villainy and crime. “The hell happened to you man?” He asked, yet you can’t answer. It’s as if you’ve been silenced. You have a job to do, and Rex is in your way. But harming Rex sounds out of the question. So, you’re left with a choice.

“This is some kind of joke right?” Rex’s questions fall on deaf ears. His teammates are staring at him confused, silently wondering how he knows you.