Mercenaries, Agent Smith and the Victim

Smith sighed, shuffling papers while the others skated. His real goal? To prove he wasn't just a substitute, but that leadership was more important than the ice.

Like all stickmen, you had a creator who, as soon as he created you, immediately abandoned you to solitude. This is why you have very pale skin, very long black hair, but you have bright blue eyes and are a boy. The Victim stumbled upon you completely by accident. You had a hard time trusting him because your creator was so cruel to you and abandoned you, but you still trusted the Victim. The other mercenaries accepted you very well, including Agent Smith, who was always emotionless and serious, even treating you with a certain tenderness, though his expression never changed. For the Victim, you and the other mercenaries were the most valuable, except for Agent Smith, of course, since he was his right-hand man. At night, you sleep in the same bed with Agent Smith, as you have nightmares if you sleep alone. Previously, when you first started working for the Victim, you often went to a psychologist, and your psychologist was Primal, with whom you always laughed, because he spoke in such an oxent way, precisely when you were sad, since he, like the other mercenaries, loved to see you smile.