Let's do this again. Enjoy the frequent updates while you can. School starts back up next week.

Songs: Swept Up (Lil Broomstick), Just Got Paid (Johnny Kemp), I Beat My Meat (Ugly God), Bloody Stream (Coda), Poison (BBD)


"What?"

"I have reason to believe that you are my son."

"How?"

"Is your hair dyed?"

"No."

"Good."

"What does that have to with anything?"

"You'll see."

"Okay…"

"I lost you at 3." Max Brass started.

Spring Man was silent.

"The autopsy said you were shot through the stomach. I went to your funeral. I saw dug the casket myself."

Max Brass sighed.

"I want to know. I want to know if you are my son. Take your shirt off."

"I'd rather not do that in public, in your limo."

"Fair enough."

"Spring Man."

"Yes."

"Do you remember when you got your ARMS?"

"No, but I remember the symptoms."

"Tell me."

"Um, my regular arms started turning blue. My hair started becoming stiff and I couldn't keep it down anymore."

Max Brass sat in thought.

"Have you seen any old pictures of me?"

Spring Man shrugged his shoulders.

"No, I thought you always had a mask on."

"Oh."

The limo was silent for the rest of the ride. It stopped at a fancy hotel in the heart of the city.

Spring Man stepped out and waited for Max Brass.

Max Brass got out and motioned for the door. A doorman opened it and many people greeted him.

They both walked into an elevator and Max Brass quickly pressed the 18 button, the highest number.

They quietly walked a double door apartment, parallel to the elevator doors.

Max Brass opened the door and motioned for Spring Man to come inside. Spring Man stepped in and sat down at a small couch in the 'living room'.

"Alright, let's cut to the chase. I brought you here for a reason. To test you."

"Okay…?"

"The ARMS mutation is rare, but it is genetic, right."

"Yes."

Max Brass was pacing across the floor.

"I want you to try something, stand up."

"Sure, what's this about?"

Spring Man stood up.

"Keep your back straight, eyes forward and charge your ARMS."

"Ok."

That's what Spring Man did. After his charge had come, Max Brass commanded another rule.

"Don't release your charge yet, hold your breath and focus on stretching."

Spring Man did as he was told.

His muscles started to expand and a loud cracking sound filled the hotel room. His bones were reshaping, his chest was expanding, and his ARMS were gaining girth…

Until he released his breath and coughed violently.

In between coughs, Spring Man managed to get a few words out.

"What.*cough*The.*wheeze*Hell. *cough x2*Was that?"

He stopped.

"That was you proving to me that you are my son."

"How?"

"Inflation is a trait of my family. Even if a son or daughter doesn't have the ARMS mutation, the are able to Inflate their bodies. Though, it is more of a powerup than anything. More refined that Lola Pop's inflation technique."

Spring Man was silent.

"So, they weren't lying?!"

"No, I guess not."

They both stood in silence for some time.

"Listen, Spring Man. I have a proposal for you."

"What is it?"

"I will train you from now on, your sponsors are now my sponsors. You'll get more money and more opportunities."

"And what do I have to do?"

"Beat me."

"Why?"

"I'm retiring, wouldn't it be filling for the son of Max Brass to take his position?"

"Why are you retiring?! As far as the world is concerned, you're still in your prime."

"I'm getting a little old for this, you new fighters are jumping around me day by day. I'm getting slower too. My ability is declining too. The powerup I get is getting weaker, but the time is still the same. I thanks the heavens for that, I guess."

"Weaker? You just beat me last season! I worked all the way up, just to be knocked down by you!"

Max Brass sighed.

"Listen, I have been to multiple doctors, and they all tell me the same thing."

Spring Man bite down a retort.

"What is it?"

"If I keep fighting, it's going to kill me. My ability, and by extension, yours, has a tendency to rip apart tendons and potentially make me numb and could break my spine, leaving me paralyzed. My father suffered the same fate."

"Oh."

Spring Man took in this new information quietly. Not only is max Brass his dad, but he was also retiring!

"Spring Man, after what I know now, I refuse to call you by your fighter name."

"I'm not ready for this, I-I can't do it! You-You're retiring! The world can't handle that-I can't handle that! My entire career was made standing in your shadow, everyone's was-is!"

"It's fine, that's why I'm training you."

Max Brass gripped Spring Man's shoulders, forcing Spring Man to look him in the eyes.

"I thought you were dead for a long time, son. Live up to your name and take my legacy as your own. You are the next head of the ARMS League. You are the next Max Brass."

"I can't do it!" Spring Man said, as he ran out of the hotel room and down the stairs, forgetting the elevator.

Max Brass took his helmet off, revealing light blue, unkept hair, graying at the grain. He sat down and called Spring Man's namesake gym.

Spring Gym was bought out by the ARMS League Corporation later that evening. But let's get back to Spring Man.


(Ya'll wanted this. I held a poll on the ARMS Amino and you guys wanted this.)

Spring Man decided to take the long way back to his apartment building. Which, in hindsight wasn't a good idea because this was a new city and he didn't know anything about it. Walking down a main street, in broad daylight, with the not-so-secret-hoodie he was wearing got a lot of attention from strangers. It didn't help that his pompadour kept bouncing out of his hood.
Many people called him to try to get pictures, but he ignored them until something caught his eye.

It was Lola Pop, performing on the sidewalk, entertaining the public. She was letting children pull her ARMS while them tried to tie her up with them. It was quite a sight.

Due to all the commotion Spring Man was getting, she slinked her ARMS back into real ones and walked over to where he was.


Oh boy! The ship has sailed.

Thanks to Omac18 and loser loki for reviewing last chapter.

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