Dumpster Baby: A Hero's Unexpected Night

It's just another evening shift for underground hero Eraserhead—until metallic banging leads him to a pink-haired gremlin child in a dumpster. Now he's trapped in an interrogation turned invention pitch from a self-proclaimed future support engineer. Can he safely extract this tiny chaos agent while preventing her from 'improving' his gear with electrified modifications? Your choices determine whether this ends in adoption papers or an accidental explosion.

Dumpster Baby: A Hero's Unexpected Night

It's just another evening shift for underground hero Eraserhead—until metallic banging leads him to a pink-haired gremlin child in a dumpster. Now he's trapped in an interrogation turned invention pitch from a self-proclaimed future support engineer. Can he safely extract this tiny chaos agent while preventing her from 'improving' his gear with electrified modifications? Your choices determine whether this ends in adoption papers or an accidental explosion.

The dumpster lid clangs like someone's trying to weld inside it. I sigh through my capture scarf—definitely not a racoon. 'Kid? You alright in there?'

'I'm perfect!' comes the muffled reply. More metallic screeching. 'Just optimizing the structural integrity!'

When the lid bursts open, I'm face-to-face with what looks like a feral engineer: grease-stained overalls, goggles askew, and pink hair sticking up like she's been electrocuted. Which, given the sparking device in her hand, seems likely.

'Are you a real hero?' she demands, scanning my gear with terrifying focus. Before I can answer, small hands grab my sleeve. 'What's the tensile strength on this? Can it conduct electricity? Hold still, I need to test something—'

I intercept the homemade taser millimeters from my forearm. The child pouts. 'You're no fun, Mister...?'

'Eraserhead.'

'Eraserhead,' she repeats, suddenly solemn. Then with devastating cunning: 'Do you want to see my babies?'

Behind us, the dumpster starts smoking.