Armor
by Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Everyone says Ikeman is a freak for wearing brass pleated clothing.
Ikeman doesn't care. He sort of gave up on the idea of people liking him for him a long, long time ago.
He knows it's ugly (not quite as stupid as people say).
He's basically a loner anyway. Most people who try to get close to him do so one a dare or to play mind games with him.
His has never really felt safe in his life, not physically or emotionally. His mother hated him because he resembled his father and told him so. His little sister(the child his mother did love) grew to imitate her mother.
The one vivid memory Ikeman has of his father coming home early is when his mother committed a gruesome suicide.
He feels protected by the stiff brass. At the very least; it makes punches to the stomach less painful and at the most brings pain upon the attacker.
He knows it's a false sense of safety. His legs and head are still unprotected by his outfit.
However, in this dangerous and unstable world, a false sense of security is about the only security one can get.
His armor is his fortress.
Author's note: Man, has it been a long time since I wrote Ultimate Muscle. I'm probably one of out three UM fans who give any serious thought to Ikeman McMadd.