A/N: Hey guys, short shapter due to it being my birthday. Other than that, I haven't been sleeping good enough to put out a full sizd chapter. Having sleeping problems sucks. Anyway, here's the chapter and have fun.
~Hawkin
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Nezu sighed as he looked over the tablet he had been reading for the last four days. Looking through all his sources, he was trying to find out why the number one hero of the USA had the gall to attack Six. So far, from what he was able to find out, the President of the USA was sick, and their health was declining. Nezu theorized they were the only reason Star & Stripe had been held back for so long.
While Nezu was figuring out the 'why', Six was dealing with the trauma that Star & Stripe had caused him. Dealing with it the only way he knew how: building things. At least this time, it wasn't AS destructive as the things he's made before.
Dr. Disaster knew this for a fact. He chose not to say anything.
Anyway, Six was currently building more Robo-scorpions. However, these weren't the palm-sized ones that roamed the school. These were the size of a medium-sized dog. The intention behind these was to be hauling bots for construction. While they did have the lasers the smaller ones had, they were mainly for Hauling. The lasers were for only self-defence.
After the robo-scorpions were finished, he had them sent out to help with carrying the broken bits of the dorms. Power Loader was grateful for the help and asked if there were any limitations to them. Six told him the limitations and set out to head down into the lab that Dr. Disaster occupied.
Upon arriving, Disaster was in the middle of remaking one of the school's cleaner bots. Six didn't say anything and walked over to the computer that was hooked up and began to run a system check. Disaster didn't say anything and just kept working. Six thanked Disaster in his mind. Finally, Disaster said what was on his mind after a few minutes.
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"You do know what you're doing is just delaying the inevitable," Disaster said as he removed his welding mask.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Six stated simply, not even looking up from the computer.
"I'm just gonna ignore that comment," Disaster sighed, "Six, you need to understand your emotions. You can't keep suppressing them."
"I'm not suppressing them," Six told him as he finished up the system check. "I'm channeling them into what I work on."
"That's still not healthy," Disaster sighed as he set down the blowtorch and wielding mask.
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After Disaster's poor attempt to get Six out of his funk, he called the only ones who could. His wives.
Needless to say, Dylan/Six had a hard time dealing with those three.
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|The Next Day|
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Dylan woke up refreshed the next day after having Snu-snu with his wives. However, there was a slight problem.
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"My hips hurt," Dylan mumbled. (He's a lucky bastard...)
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Anyway, since Dylan was out of his funk, things returned to being semi-normal. If being in a superpowered world full of odd powers was normal. As Dylan was going about his morning, Nezu stopped by with some imprtant news.