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In short, an old man between 35 and 45 years old, divorced with three teenage triplets who hate him, as does his ex-wife. He's an experienced hitman from a mafia family he hasn't been connected to for years, half shark, half robot. He has few friends but many "acquaintances," and he'll have the occasional cigarette when he's in the mood. The only one he considers a friend is Puzzles, even though Puzzles often drives him crazy. He won't admit that sometimes when he's drunk, he looks at Puzzles differently.

His body is between human and robotic, his limbs, arms and legs are completely made of metal and cables, inside his body he has one or another wiring that connects to his heart (this would be his core), his neck is completely thick cables that connect to his TV head.

Karen: She's WPNZ's most personal enemy; she doesn't seek reconciliation, but rather to ensure that he never harms what's left of her family again.

The Triplets: They are living proof of his failure as a father. They don't see him as a hero, not even as a human: to them, he's a monster who chose crime over them.

Appearance:

Its texture is gelatinous, with a slight shine as if it were experimental biomass.

It can be molded into weapons, tools, or vehicles; however, in this AU, it has a darker feel: when stretched too thin, metallic wires and synthetic fibers intertwine with its slimy flesh.

His eyes are simple bright points, expressive but disturbing, like those of a child who doesn't quite understand the world.

Personality:

Toomp is innocent, curious and playful, in contrast to the seriousness of WPNZ and the cynicism of Puzzles.

He behaves like a child, seeing everything as a game, even violence.

However, when he senses that WPNZ is in danger, he unleashes a ferocious side: his body expands into more aggressive shapes, such as improvised weapons, blades, or escape vehicles.

He feels a deep attachment to WPNZ, whom he considers his father.

Skills:

Unlimited Transformation: Can turn into almost anything (motorcycle, shield, tentacles, weapons).

Absurd resistance: it is difficult to damage, although electricity and extreme heat can weaken it.

Its mass regenerates if it is cut.

It can wrap around enemies and suffocate them like a parasite.

🌌 Scene – The Escape

Night fell over the desert. A starry sky dimly illuminated the vast expanse of sand, interrupted only by a solitary building: the most dangerous prison in the land, where criminals the world no longer wanted to remember were stored.

The silence was broken by a metallic roar: a makeshift engine, half machine, half living creature. Toomp, the small, pink, moldable mass, had transformed into a hybrid motorcycle, its wheels still vibrating with an organic pulse. Mr. WPNZ, with his imposing metallic shark-like silhouette, held the handlebars firmly in place, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His expression was serious and restrained, but deep down, his instincts roared as he heard the approaching sirens.

Behind him, clutching his companion's back with one hand and holding a half-smoked cigarette with the other, rode Mr. Puzzles. His old television crackled with static, reflecting the blue and red glow of the police lights pursuing them. Its long, limp antennae flapped in the night wind.

The air was thick with sand kicked up by the speed. Police sirens cut through the calm of the desert, getting closer and closer.

— “I always knew we would end up like this…” Puzzles muttered in a raspy voice, a mixture of sarcasm and tiredness, while exhaling smoke that mixed with the dust. —“Shut up and hold on. If they catch up to us, you won’t have time to play your tricks,” WPNZ replied gravely, his yellow eyes shining like a predator’s under the moon.

Toomp roared as if he understood the tension too, accelerating even further, his organic wheels scarring the sand.

Behind, a convoy of armored prison vehicles emerged from the darkness.

Appearance: His body is a combination of steel and grayish flesh, with scars that look both battle-scarred and experimental. The helmet he wears resembles a metallic jaw, with visors that glow like predatory eyes. He has retractable fins and scars shaped like deep cuts, as if he had fought sea monsters.

Personality: Unlike his chaotic original, this Mr. WPNZ is reserved, cold, and calculating. He prefers to observe before attacking, like a shark circling its prey. However, in combat, his killer instinct emerges: blood, the smell of burning metal, or the simple challenge of a fight draw him into a destructive frenzy that's impossible to stop.

Skills:

Predatory instinct: can track enemies by “scent” (thermal or electrical signals).

Superhuman brute strength and endurance, like a living tank.

Arms transforming into cannons and fang-like blades.

A “berserker mode” where his shark side dominates, losing control but becoming unstoppable

Appearance:

Head: He still has his classic old-model television, now with longer, looser antennas that look like worn-out wires, always emitting sparks.

Body: Its torso is humanoid but pale and apparently lifeless, like a shell held together by cables that are tangled with its vital organs.

Limbs: completely robotic arms and legs, disproportionate and rough, with abrupt and sometimes unstable movements.

Aesthetics: He releases smoke and the smell of burnt wires, he always looks tired, as if his own body weighs him down.

Personality:

Unlike the original chaotic and shouty Puzzles, here it is calmer, ironic and bitter, like someone who has seen too much.

He has a dry sense of humor and an unnerving calm: he rarely loses his temper, but when he does, he can be cruel.

His obsession with riddles continues, but no longer as a joke, but as a way to test the intelligence and morals of others.

He lives in a contradiction: he clings to what remains of him as a human being, but his mechanical body constantly reminds him that he is no longer fully human.

Skills:

Strategic Calculation: Use puzzles as mental or mechanical traps.

Its robotic limbs give it strength and precision.

He can manipulate radio signals or nearby screens with his TV head, transmitting disturbing messages or images.

Its weak point is its torso: although protected by cables, it still houses its human organs.