Unpopping Victor Mancha.

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((Done with permission. Vic will over time remember the concept of Hogwarts and kinda what goes on there, but probably not too much else. Generic disclaimer: there's bound to be various Runaways spoilers as I play him.))

Coming out of the darkness, Victor's face felt wet. He reached up and rubbed at it with the heels of his hands, dimly wondering why his eyes were burning.

Cultured butter and sodium chloride, the supercomputer at home in his head helpfully informed him.

Well, yeah, the room positively reeked of butter—and so did he, now that he thought about it. It must've somehow gotten into his eyes. Case closed. Except that really didn't explain why he was covered in butter and salt. The hell?

Squinting and looking around, he found himself in a room with rows of glass cases, each containing a single giant popcorn kernel. Very Pod-Peopleish, and more than a little unnerving. Maybe worst of all, there was something vaguely familiar about this room, something that caused a sense of déjà vu. No... more like part of his memory had been wiped, but fragments still remained. The cyborg equivalent of déjà vu, maybe, if the memory of this place was even real. He had an entire childhood's worth of false memories; sometimes it was difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction.

The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt—

And suddenly there was electricity crackling around him, leaping from various points of his body without purpose; he hadn't meant for it to, and wasn't sure what was wrong. He struggled to get it under control, managing to suppress it to just an occasional spark from his hands before he dared let out the breath he'd been holding.

What was going on?