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Mecha Man falls, but the Phoenix program never existed to catch him.
Without friends or the mech suit, Robert Robertson is desperate and reduced to his last options when one of Shroud’s lieutenants hunts him down in his apartment…one whose strange augments give him an idea.
Robert is done with the high road. He’s ready to do what he has to do to take his city back.
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“If he dies, he dies,” Shroud said slowly. “If he survives…then Mecha Man can watch his city burn. Without the astral pulse, that suit is worthless. I don’t care about him.”
The astral pulse.
If Chad could find it, then it could be the solution to his problems. If he could find it, he could fix everything.
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03 May 2026
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Invisigal accidentally outs Robert as Mechaman in what she thinks is a private conversation with Blonde Blazer, not realizing that Flambae is close enough to overhear her.
Struggling to control his horrible temper, Chad goes to the gym to blow off steam and think…where he finds Robert trapped under the weights.
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Breathe. Count to ten. You’re not a villain anymore…you’re a good man, and you can do good things.
“Ask me to stop,” Chad breathed, the muscles of his arms quivering under the powerful desire to end Mechaman right there in the headquarters. He needed something else, someone else to step in, but they were completely alone. Even the janitors had gone home. “No, beg me to stop.”
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Soulmates find each other when marks are left behind.
Flambae's fingers got cut off, and his side of the bond flared to life. Sent to prison with a one sided bond and knowing his soulmate is the man who put him there, he's still not sure if he wants to live. But one thing he does know is this bitch in his head is just depressing.
Also known as: Flambae's journey to being somewhat ok, and falling in love with the man in the suit.
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09 Apr 2026
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My hands are not clean (they can still carry you home) by Arcturus_Ish
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
30 Nov 2025
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The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.
So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.
Or:The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?
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09 Apr 2026