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An ominous chuckle from the villain, “Of course, if you want everyone to watch, and listen. But it's so much more personal when it's one-on-one.”
“Uh-huh, right. And what exactly would they be watching? I think I'd like to decide for myself.”
“Oh it's nothing… dangerous. I can promise you that. But I think that displaying information so personal would want to be kept away from the public, like your fears, or your secret identity; I could list one fear. Your little dog, whom you overfeed, succumbing-”
“Stop.” Mecha Man's tone turned dark. He looked back to the police officers, then back to the doorway, “What do you want?”
“Come inside, Mecha Man. I promise to do you no physical harm. Once we are finished, I will surrender myself to the police; if any other heroes try to interrupt, the hostages will die. Choose wisely.” the smile disappeared, and footsteps quieted while the villain walked away from the little light there was.
With hardly any hesitation, Mecha Man switched off his comms completely, straightened his stance, and marched into the darkness.
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A random villain-of-the-week makes Robert late for work. It's only by a few minutes, yet the encounter that hardly lasted a few seconds instills a sudden chill in Robert's bones. Its persistence is matched only by the Z-Team's stubbornness as they force their dispatcher to join them in activities they think will warm him up.
But none of it matters if Robert can't learn to believe he'll ever be warm again... or that he deserves the warmth this team brings him.
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Post-Episode 8 (Good/Pacifist/No Romance/Everyone is Forgiven ending)
Trigger Warnings: Self-destructive/self-harming tendencies, suicidal ideation/thoughts, near-death experience(s) -
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A bar fight? Easy. Rehabilitating ex-villains? A Tuesday. But a cold, a concussion and a nap on a sidewalk? With bruised ribs and absolutely zero will to live? That might just be what finally kills Robert.
TL;DR: Z-Team takes care of sick Robert (they're pretty shit at this)
Sickfic and first fanfic here :D (update: thank u so much for liking this story - I'm literally so blessed)
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The Static // EP7 // ANGST/HURT/COMFORT by Arthie_Pendragon
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
26 Nov 2025
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// ANGST!!! // EP7 // DISPATCH SPOILERS // HURT/COMFORT
He waited until the door was almost shut, until the sound of her footsteps were just fading. He held his breath, clenched his fist, and fought a war with himself in the silence of a hospital room.
He lost.
A shaky, ragged breath escaped him—the first surrender. And then a sob, choked and desperate, that he tried to smother into his hands.
Robert Robertson never cried, but this time, everything was too much. This time, it wasn't just about a failure—it was about Chase. His uncle, his mentor, his hero.
TL;DR: Robert finally breaks down, and the Z-Team has to figure out how to pick up the pieces.
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“Good possibility she is. We don’t have any way in hell of knowing just how many followers that bastard had. This kung-fu-killer wolf bitch could be one of his damn…co-leaders.”
“Co-leaders?” Robert echoes back, raising an eyebrow at the lack-for-better-word term. His smile grows when Chase huffs in frustration, old-man dreads a cloud that pollutes his scrunched face.
“Now you know what the fuck I meant.”
“Just saying, just saying.”
“Yeah? Well, you better just put your ass back on that monitor.” Chase snaps. The shift in his tone is palpable pain; an obvious warning that makes Robert straighten in his seat, though he would never admit it. “Laugh at me all you want; this woman has evaded the Z-Team twice, so you need to crack her down today. Every time you let her slip? That’s another opportunity for her to get more dangerous.”
The unspoken words linger like a draft in the air. Robert hears and feels them all the same; She can kill the team. She can kill you. Don’t be a fool.
Get up.
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Or;Robert Robertson III’s mother is dead.
Until she’s suddenly not.