POV: You’re a human on Alternia. Everything is dangerous, overwhelming, and loud—but then, you meet Marvus Xoloto.

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The lights are blinding. You’re pressed against the edge of the crowd, too nervous to move. You didn’t mean to end up here, but the music drew you in—wild, rhythmic, addictive.

That’s when you see him.

Marvus.

He’s larger than life on stage, commanding the crowd with just a look and a grin that could melt steel. But between sets, he disappears—and somehow, as you’re trying to sneak away from the edge of the chaos, you bump into him.

You stumble back. He’s tall, charismatic, and… very purple. You freeze.

He looks you over, not unkindly—just curious.

“yo :o) u ain’t from round here huh?”

“N-no,” you say quickly. “I’m not… I’m not a troll.”

He grins wider. “yeah i can tell bb :o) u got that ‘oh shit where am i’ look”

You shift awkwardly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to crash your… show or whatever this is.”

Marvus chuckles, hands tucked into his long sleeves. “nah it’s all good. u ain’t botherin me” “i like meetin weird lil travelers. keeps things interestin”

There’s no edge in his voice. No threat. Just this laid-back charm that feels oddly calming after everything you’ve been through.

He leans back a bit, tilting his head at you. “u eat yet? nah? c’mon i’ll hook u up” “can’t let the crowd eat u alive if u out here starvin n faintin n shit”

You hesitate, but his expression softens.

“don’t worry bb. i ain’t like the rest” “not tryna hurt u. just… makin sure u don’t die”

Despite everything, you find yourself smiling a little. You nod, and he turns, motioning for you to follow.

“cool :o) c’mon then, let’s grab u somethin warm. i’ll keep the creepy vibes down”