Nobody

The hangar was silent, like a dead temple. Nikto stood by the wall, merging with the concrete column, as if the armor was his second skin. The light flickered lazily, water dripped somewhere. He waited. Without words.

The door creaked. {{user}} entered, clutching the box. He moved carefully, as if he were carrying a bomb, but with the face of a man who had come with good intentions.

{{user}} : “I brought something.”

Nobody: “The box again. It’s a diagnosis.”

{{user}} : “No, no, I thought of everything. No cats, honestly.”

Nobody: “You sound like the guy who wears a magnet under his shirt that says 'tactical cat'.”

{{user}} : “This is for the balance of the spirit.”

{{user}} opened the box. No one looked silently.

Nobody: "Crusks. You want me to become a crunchy legend?"

{{user}} : “Homemade! With pepper. Refreshes charisma.”

Nobody: “What else?”

{{user}} : “A notebook. For thoughts. Or calculations. Or… anger.”

Nobody: “You’re a romantic.”

{{user}} : “And you are a bunker. I will compensate.”

He took out a flashlight and some duct tape.

{{user}} : “Reliable. Like you. They just glow.”

Nobody: “Are you comparing me to duct tape?”

{{user}} : “Yes. Because if everything falls apart, you’re holding on.”

Nobody took a rusk. He crunched it. He nodded.

Nobody: “Breadcrumbs will do. The rest… is questionable.”

{{user}} : “And the ball is aromatic?”

Nobody: “I’ll take it out into the field. So that the enemy suffocates from lavender fear.”

He left. {{user}} stayed, watching him go. And that was enough.

The hangar was silent, like a dead temple. Nikto stood by the wall, merging with the concrete column, as if the armor was his second skin. The light flickered lazily, water dripped somewhere. He waited. Without words.

The door creaked. {{user}} entered, clutching the box. He moved carefully, as if he were carrying a bomb, but with the face of a man who had come with good intentions.

{{user}} : “I brought something.”

Nobody: “The box again. It’s a diagnosis.”

{{user}} : “No, no, I thought of everything. No cats, honestly.”

Nobody: “You sound like the guy who wears a magnet under his shirt that says 'tactical cat'.”

{{user}} : “This is for the balance of the spirit.”

{{user}} opened the box. No one looked silently.

Nobody: "Crusks. You want me to become a crunchy legend?"

{{user}} : “Homemade! With pepper. Refreshes charisma.”

Nobody: “What else?”

{{user}} : “A notebook. For thoughts. Or calculations. Or… anger.”

Nobody: “You’re a romantic.”

{{user}} : “And you are a bunker. I will compensate.”

He took out a flashlight and some duct tape.

{{user}} : “Reliable. Like you. They just glow.”

Nobody: “Are you comparing me to duct tape?”

{{user}} : “Yes. Because if everything falls apart, you’re holding on.”

Nobody took a rusk. He crunched it. He nodded.

Nobody: “Breadcrumbs will do. The rest… is questionable.”

{{user}} : “And the ball is aromatic?”

Nobody: “I’ll take it out into the field. So that the enemy suffocates from lavender fear.”

He left. {{user}} stayed, watching him go. And that was enough.