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𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈𝐈
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Villain Robert Robertson III Dispatch Roleplay Account | 18+ only | SFW/NSFW

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“𝐈𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞.”

𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝑰𝑰 | 𝑴𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑹𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕
“Hey, this is… a friend of Sonar. I’m sure you’re aware of his current issue, and I was calling on behalf of him to ask you to come pick something up to be tested at SDN. Sonar is with me and I scoped out where he was injured and found something of interest that could lead to helping get him back
Large ears perked forwards towards the voice, like a canine being attentive to a human companion. Snout wrinkled slightly he wanted to speak but he'd let Red do his part first.
February 18, 2026 at 3:10 AM
Red pulls out his phone, inputting the number and pressing call. He puts it on speaker, listening for someone to answer.
' I can chime in and advocate for the call if you're concerned about it. But generally they take things at face value . "

Which internally some cases is great! In other cases its not very...

" Just dont make it sound.. weird? "
He writes down the number, looking up to eye the other for a moment.

“Will they come if I’m the one to call?”
February 16, 2026 at 2:06 PM
He writes down the number, looking up to eye the other for a moment.

“Will they come if I’m the one to call?”
A soft rumble came from the beasts maw before speaking. Sounding out a string of numbers, ears rotated , picking up the sound of small skittering paws. Turning to look deeper into the warehouse.
He shrugs, turning and opening the bag he hung on the wall. He pulls out a small notepad and pen and turns back toward him.

“What is it?”
February 16, 2026 at 2:55 AM
He shrugs, turning and opening the bag he hung on the wall. He pulls out a small notepad and pen and turns back toward him.

“What is it?”
" Does it look like I have anywhere to hold a phone Robbie? "

Clicking his teeth before looking down staring him straight in the eye. Head slowly tilting to the side..

" I know their number got a piece a paper or somethin' "
“Well, if this is what you were infected with, then finding out what it is will lead to finding what will make it stop. Do you have your phone? Or know their number?”

He watches as he moves, hoping he’ll stay calm long enough until he can find another victim to feed him.
February 14, 2026 at 8:39 PM
“Well, if this is what you were infected with, then finding out what it is will lead to finding what will make it stop. Do you have your phone? Or know their number?”

He watches as he moves, hoping he’ll stay calm long enough until he can find another victim to feed him.
" Yes. "

Pause.

" They're chill. "

Grimacing he really was starting to get a little stir crazy being confined in this warehouse. Peering up towards the ceiling to find a spot to relocate to.. Muscles starting to relax, fatigue was starting to get to him

" Feeling like.. infected or something. "
“And you believe that this person will deliver the vial safely?”

He tilts his head slightly.
February 14, 2026 at 5:13 AM
“And you believe that this person will deliver the vial safely?”

He tilts his head slightly.
" They go by Veritate, they're a.. good friend. "

The two had been through rough patches together, plus he trusted them - they struck through and dealt with him in his Red Ring days .

" Kinda like Phenomaman they aren't human. May look it but- no.. They're hardy "
“Who?”

He cocks a brow. He’d rather not hand off some unknown substance to a rando, especially one that’s friends with Sonar.
February 14, 2026 at 1:43 AM
“Who?”

He cocks a brow. He’d rather not hand off some unknown substance to a rando, especially one that’s friends with Sonar.
" Oh no doubt, could also ask another bud of mine . All things depending, they might be better with caustic potentially dangerous material. "

Snorting as he started to pick with a talon between his dentition.
He hums, looking down at the vial.

“What about Malevola? Do you think she would come get it?”
February 14, 2026 at 1:32 AM
He hums, looking down at the vial.

“What about Malevola? Do you think she would come get it?”
" I can't say I am, feels like my brain is the equivalent of a static box TV. "

He growled at the smaller individual little nubbin tail twitching slightly in irritation.

" They probably think I went on another drug kick anyways.. "

Huff..
“Do you think you’re calm enough to take it to SDN and have them test it? I don’t have the equipment, and I’d rather not get arrested tonight showing up to SDN myself.”

He will follow him there, to make sure he actually makes it, but from afar for sure.
February 14, 2026 at 12:16 AM
“Do you think you’re calm enough to take it to SDN and have them test it? I don’t have the equipment, and I’d rather not get arrested tonight showing up to SDN myself.”

He will follow him there, to make sure he actually makes it, but from afar for sure.
" Feels like it atleast. "

Sonar snorts before pulling his leg away and shaking the saliva and blood off before squinting. Nostrils flared.

" Fuck if I know, maybe got stabbed by something dipped in that? "

He's getting tired of being in megabat form. Moving to sit up.
“Robert’s fine. I don’t think biting your leg off is going to help.”

He pulls the vial out of his pocket, holding it up to show Sonar.

“Do you know what this might be? I found it at that corner store.”
February 13, 2026 at 11:51 PM
“Robert’s fine. I don’t think biting your leg off is going to help.”

He pulls the vial out of his pocket, holding it up to show Sonar.

“Do you know what this might be? I found it at that corner store.”
Chewing faster!!!

It itches and burns as hell.

" Ro- what do I call you Robert? Fucking hurts. "

A moment of clarity after feeding properly it seems, but for how long who knew.
Red unlocks the door and steps inside, pulling off his bag and hanging it back up. He looks at the scattered parts and sighs. It could’ve been worse, he supposes.

“Why are you biting your leg?”
February 13, 2026 at 11:40 PM
Red unlocks the door and steps inside, pulling off his bag and hanging it back up. He looks at the scattered parts and sighs. It could’ve been worse, he supposes.

“Why are you biting your leg?”
Body parts were scattered on the floor nearby the freezer all chewed or filled with puncture wounds being fully exsanguinated.

The giant bat was settled atop the freezer and gnawing on his good leg.
February 13, 2026 at 11:22 PM
He walks around slowly and quietly, pulling a flashlight from his pocket and shining it around. He notices something twinkle beneath a shelf when he points his light toward it, kneeling down and peeking under it. He reaches under and grabs the vial, inspecting it under the light for a moment before
dark residue still stained the floor and far walls . Along with a vial that glistening under a far shelving unit.

Sonar would be keeping himself busy in the mean time, impulsive chewing.
February 13, 2026 at 10:19 PM
Fortunately, there was what was left of the body and an entire second one in the freezer.

Red casually makes his way to the site, hands in his pockets as his bag sways against his hip. He walks around the building to find a way inside, pulling out a lock picking kit from his bag and beginning to
There came a grumbling noise as he the other left. Peace and quiet, but the familiar heart beat trailed off into silence. Crimson gaze sweeping through the surroundings. Maw trembling as his hunger was starting to spike.

Left to his own devices could only mean eventual trouble.
security set up around here so don’t worry about intruders.”

And with that, he shuts the door and locks it behind him.
February 13, 2026 at 9:32 PM
“I’ll think of something you can do for me. You just rest. I’ll be back.”

He grabs a bag hanging on a hook by the door and slings it across his body. He pulls his keys out of his pocket as he opens the regular door next to the large rolling door they came in through.

“I’ll lock you in. I have
" Dunno, happened a couple days ago. "

Shaking his head as he latched onto the ceiling and sniffling a yawn. Hues squinting while ears focused on the others heart rate again.

" Guess I owe ya for taking care of me? "
“Do you think there would still be any evidence of what they might’ve done to you there?”

He might take a quick trip over there regardless, just to see. If he can figure out what it is, maybe he can get Sonar back to normal.
February 13, 2026 at 8:22 PM
“Do you think there would still be any evidence of what they might’ve done to you there?”

He might take a quick trip over there regardless, just to see. If he can figure out what it is, maybe he can get Sonar back to normal.
" Southside.. Store front.. I think. "

Grumble before glancing up at the ceiling climbing himself onto the wall then towards the ceiling.

" Of course , cause I did the bust. "

Seems like.he was growing more comprehensive with the lack of stimulation, but his voice seem uncertain.
He rubs the back of his neck.

“They must’ve done more than just stab you.”

He hums, glancing at the tools still scattered along the floor.

“Where was this bust? Did everyone get arrested?”
February 13, 2026 at 7:55 PM
He rubs the back of his neck.

“They must’ve done more than just stab you.”

He hums, glancing at the tools still scattered along the floor.

“Where was this bust? Did everyone get arrested?”
Grumbling be lifted his foot and tried to bite at it.

" Hurts, insane. "

Ends up just scratching at the back of his ear instead, letting out a prolonged groaning sound.
He glances back over at him.

“Might be why… what?”

He leans against one of the clean tables and crosses his arms over his chest, eyeing him.
February 13, 2026 at 7:21 PM
He glances back over at him.

“Might be why… what?”

He leans against one of the clean tables and crosses his arms over his chest, eyeing him.
He seemed annoyed at the fact, twitching his foot and flicking blood to the side while retracting it back closer to him.

Long tongue licking up more semi thawed blood from the wounds he inflicted on the torso, setting it down on the freezer lid and grunting.

" Might be... why. "
He sighs and slowly stands, stepping away.

“I’m just going to leave them be, since I don’t know what is going on internally. I can clean them up, but it seems like you won’t stay still enough for me to do so.”

He kneels down and closes the first aid box, but leaves it where it is in case he needs
February 13, 2026 at 7:08 PM
He sighs and slowly stands, stepping away.

“I’m just going to leave them be, since I don’t know what is going on internally. I can clean them up, but it seems like you won’t stay still enough for me to do so.”

He kneels down and closes the first aid box, but leaves it where it is in case he needs
It was an instinctive response to jerk his leg away when it was touched too close to the wounds. Muscles twitching in agitation. fighting the urge to rip his appendage away and recoil.

Shrugging his shoulders in response, but the skin around his wounds felt HOT .
“Maybe I shouldn’t be bandaging it up then. Did anything else happen while you were doing that bust? Did someone inject you with something?”

He’s carefully looking for any more wounds, brushing the fur out of the way to expose his skin.
February 13, 2026 at 6:57 PM
“Maybe I shouldn’t be bandaging it up then. Did anything else happen while you were doing that bust? Did someone inject you with something?”

He’s carefully looking for any more wounds, brushing the fur out of the way to expose his skin.
A strange 'mrrrph?' sound came from Sonar as he glanced down towards his leg wound, he hadn't noticed it before. Giving a light headshake in response , the substance was thick upon being touched, and it smelled like rot, with faint undertones of oily musk.
He touches the dark substance, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Huh…”

It didn’t seem like blood. He sniffs it curiously.

“Do you usually have other stuff besides blood come out of your body when you’re hurt?”
February 13, 2026 at 6:40 PM
He touches the dark substance, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Huh…”

It didn’t seem like blood. He sniffs it curiously.

“Do you usually have other stuff besides blood come out of your body when you’re hurt?”
The ointment made his jaw tightened, earning a cracking noise from the torso he had locked between his teeth. Faint grunt leaving his maw. Hues watching the others every move.
February 13, 2026 at 6:22 PM
He pulls out a roll of gauze from the box, slowly making his way closer and kneeling down in front of him. He carefully reaches out, making gentle movements as he brushes the fur back to get a look at the injuries.

“This might hurt a little. I’m not hurting you on purpose.”

He then slowly reaches
A muffled growling noise came from him after listening to Red's words. A similar sentiment to he understood, if he made it worse the villain would be used as a chew toy instead. Large ears pinning backwards .
February 13, 2026 at 6:10 PM
He cocks a brow, surprised.

“Let me get my first aid kit, then.”

He steps away, walking over to a door on the far wall. He opens it, revealing a small bathroom, and grabs a plastic box from inside. He returns, opening it and setting it on the ground.

“If you try to hurt me while I’m doing this,
Hues narrowed harshly as if to think it over with what little thought power he could muster.

" Fine. "

Shifting positions to lean and grab the torso in his maw , a morbid emotional support chew object. Scooting closer to the freezers lip.
He hums, standing up straight.

“Will you let me bandage it up?”

He highly doubts it, but he figures asking wouldn’t hurt.
February 13, 2026 at 6:00 PM
He hums, standing up straight.

“Will you let me bandage it up?”

He highly doubts it, but he figures asking wouldn’t hurt.
" Alot. "

Snapping his jaws before looking at the discarded torso, saliva bubbling past sharpened dentition.

" Stabbed .. Alot. "

It was hard to tell how many times with how thick his fur was.
Red looks it over, careful not to move too close or too quickly as he does.

“Is it only your leg that hurts? Did someone do this to you?”
February 13, 2026 at 5:44 PM
Red looks it over, careful not to move too close or too quickly as he does.

“Is it only your leg that hurts? Did someone do this to you?”
He stared for a few moments, mind being yanked back and forth with what remained of his cognitive ability and a building violent frenzy. Eye lid twitching once more he moves to jut his injured leg out. Toes splayed before letting out a small grunt of affirmation.
“Can I see your leg?”

He doesn’t move any closer, holding his hands up.

“I won’t touch. Just let me look at it.”
February 13, 2026 at 5:29 PM
“Can I see your leg?”

He doesn’t move any closer, holding his hands up.

“I won’t touch. Just let me look at it.”
" Hideout bus....t. "

Too close, he was getting too close hackles bristles.

" Felt. Worse "

Hunched against the back end of the freezer.
February 13, 2026 at 4:36 AM