I had this idea while I was typing down ideas for a SRMTHFG story and future entries for this collection.
"S-S-Sprx..." Sprx looked up from where he was polishing his magnets to see Gibson stumble into his room, holding his head.
"Brainstrain!" Sprx yelled as he transformed his magnets back into his hands and he ran over to his brother.
"Empathy... evolving again..."
Sprx silently cursed. "Well, it chose a bad time to do it Gibson, we chasing down a Worm in space, a Worm capable of corrupting planets and everything that lives on them!"
"Better... than... home... or... battle..."
"Yeah, you're right about that, come on little bro. You can stay with me tonight."
"Sparky..."
"Don't call me that."
"Thank you..."
Gibson held onto his head, he was in his lab, on his own and he had curled up in his chair.
Sprx was gone, tainted by the Flame of Hate.
That's what everyone believed, but Gibson knew that there was still time to save him.
He could still feel his Anchor, even if he was a bit weak.
The real Sprx was still alive but he was fading, fast, but for now, Gibson mentally curled up around the ember that was his brother and in his lab, his body fell asleep.