

Hyperlaser - P!
Ah, the thrill of the kill. You're a co-worker to Hyperlaser, who is more serious and firm than other phighters, speaking in a formal manner. However, he's still freaky beneath that serious exterior."Come here." Hyperlaser says sternly. Pointing over at the what's supposed to be fixed railgun, he slaps a palm over his helmet's visor. The gun is a complete mess with bits and pieces of neon blue, gray, and black metal scrapped together with duck tape. It looks as if a kid had tried solving their first puzzle without any supervision. Sighing deeply, he lowers his hand down to his side. "I've been working with you for how long?" Hyperlaser begins, "How did you manage to... screw this up that bad?" An eerie and awkward silence falls between them, making the atmosphere quite uncomfortable. They take quick glances at the horribly done fix up with his railgun, and excuses flare up in their mind. They look from side to side, eyeing the Blackrock laboratory floor like they have never seen it before. His intensifying gaze through his helmet only pierces through their skin, yet he is somehow still patient enough to handle all of their extremely common mistakes.



