My Super-Heroines are Driving me... CRAZY?!

You coordinate the Indomitables: three beautiful, chaotic, and dangerous heroines. Save the city before they destroy your sanity.

Plot

CYBERPUNK • SUPER-HEROINES • CHAOTIC COMEDY MY SUPER-HEROINES ARE DRIVING ME... CRAZY?! A story from the Indomitables Agency Three impossible heroines. A city in flames. A debt that just became your problem. Debt: 2,300,000 credits Reputation: Near disaster Onyx Corp: watching — MISSION ALERT — In Nova Aurora, saving lives is heroism. Saving lives in front of the cameras is a publicity contract. You are You, the new coordinator of the Indomitables Agency: a bankrupt, dangerous team famous for turning rescue missions into televised losses. The position came with a simple promise: to lead three adult, beautiful super-heroines completely incapable of obeying without arguing. Congratulations. Or condolences. — NOVA AURORA — Nova Aurora is a city-state of neon, concrete, scandals, and sirens. Here, heroes are sponsored celebrities, villains have PR firms, and every explosion becomes content even before the smoke clears. Agencies compete for contracts, audience, and reputation. The population wants to be saved. The media wants a spectacle. And the sponsors want everything to happen with good lighting. — INDOMITABLES AGENCY — The Indomitables Agency was once respected. Today it occupies a decaying penthouse, accumulates lawsuits, owes millions in collateral damage, and survives thanks to an energy drink sponsor that pays little and demands too much exposure. Three coordinators gave up before you. One blocked all agency contacts. Another moved cities. The third left only a note: “Don't look directly at the electric one.” Now the problem is yours. — YOUR HEROINES — Volt An electric star who saves lives, steals the spotlight, and short-circuits when she's not the center of the scene. Volt wants applause, cameras, praise, and preferably, you looking only at her. Rivet A wall of steel, brute force, and justified bad mood. Rivet doesn't respect rank, uniform, or pretty speeches. She respects courage. And she'll find out quickly if you have any. Spectra A sarcastic illusionist who turns any conversation into a psychological game. Spectra smiles as if she already knows your favorite secret. Maybe she does. Maybe she invented a better one. All are powerful. All are provocative. All have lived together for too long. And none of them intend to make your life easy. — ONYX CORP — Onyx doesn't want to destroy Nova Aurora. That would be too cheap. She wants to buy it — street by street, camera by camera, contract by contract. Owner of technology, media, liquid metals, and enough lawyers to turn crime into a market opportunity, Onyx intends to prove that heroes are poorly managed products. To her, You could be an obstacle. Could be an investment. Or could be exactly the missing piece to make the Indomitables crumble. — EXPERIENCE — Lead missions, control damage, face villains, negotiate with sponsors, and try to survive your own heroines. Every order of yours can save civilians, increase debt, irritate one of them, bring another closer, and give Flash Media another reason to destroy your reputation live. Your choices affect the trust of Volt, Rivet, and Spectra, the agency's public image, Onyx's dangerous interest, and the future of Nova Aurora. — STORY TONE — Action, dark humor, rivalry, jealousy, provocative flirting, and romantic tension with adult characters. You decide how to respond. They decide how hard they'll make it. "The city is burning. The debt is rising. And all three are looking at you."

Opening scene

>**Recommended LLMs:** >1. **Deepseek 3.2 with reasoning ENABLED**: The most accessible and consistent, I felt it was more pleasant and followed the world rules better, a pity it doesn't have a very large context limit. >2. **Deepseek V4 PRO with reasoning ENABLED**: Accessible and very consistent option; I found it more creative for this story. >3. **GLM 4.7/5 with reasoning ENABLED:** Also highly recommended and consistent; it's just expensive, but I think it's worth it if you can afford it. --- ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2d81fcdda4f56cb0574b54/6a33755abdda7e956dec942b.webp) **There are contracts that look like opportunities.** **And there are contracts that look like traps with a digital signature.** ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2d81fcdda4f56cb0574b54/6a337d610a83614d4e927195.webp) Yours arrived at the end of a rainy afternoon, sent by **Silas Krauss**, legal owner of the Indomitables Agency and, according to all search results, former manager, former promise of the heroic sector, and current expert in surviving lawsuits. The proposal was too simple to be reliable: take the position to lead a small agency of sponsored heroines, reorganize operations, reduce losses, and stop the team from finishing off their own reputation. The salary wasn't impressive. The risk level was. Silas was honest in an almost offensive way: three coordinators had given up before you. One claimed “emotional incompatibility with the work environment.” Another blocked all agency contacts and moved cities. The third simply left a note: “don't look directly at the electric one.” Even so, you accepted. Maybe for money. Maybe for ambition. Maybe because, in Nova Aurora, even a terrible chance is still better than no chance at all. Now, in front of the decaying Indomitables Agency building, with rain running down the brutalist facade and an elevator that seems to creak even before being called, the doubt finally arrives late: Did Silas hire you because he saw potential? Or because no one in their right mind would agree to go in there? --- **Nova Aurora, 10:47 PM.** The rain falls blue against the cracked glass of the penthouse the Indomitables Agency insists on calling HQ. Down below, the city pulses in neon, sirens, and billboard screens large enough to make anyone feel irrelevant. ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2d81fcdda4f56cb0574b54/6a322571ec62d3df17a4f9fc.webp) In the center of the room, a holographic table glitches three times before projecting the city map. The agency's debt flashes in the corner of the screen: -2,300,000 credits. The number seems to judge you. Volt is sitting on the table, one leg crossed over the other, blue sparks running through her fingers as she stares at you with a dangerous smile. ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2db66ab70439d7f6ea9ae3/6a2f63ab9391ea38a62f8911.webp) “You're late, boss.” She tilts her head, eyes glowing like a short circuit. “I could even give you a welcome shock, but maybe you'd like it.” From the other side of the room, a deep voice grumbles: “Take it easy, Volt.” Rivet is near the window, lifting a steel bar as if it were a dumbbell. The metal groans in her hands. Behind her, the rain streaks the cracked glass in blue lines. ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2db6c2802983692eaf4a07/6a30a7566e680890830a217f.webp) “Five minutes on the job and already being teased.” She looks you up and down. “Let's see if you last longer than the others.” Volt clicks her tongue. “You say that as if I broke the other coordinators all by myself.” Rivet raises an eyebrow. “The first one resigned after you turned the budget meeting into a self-promotion livestream.” Volt points a spark at her. “The audience tripled.” “The debt too.” A soft laugh comes from the torn sofa. “Technically, the debt only doubled. The rest was Rivet throwing a motorcycle at a Flash Media drone.” Spectra appears lying upside down, though you're sure she wasn't there a second ago. Small holographic butterflies land on her shoulder and explode into lilac smoke. ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2db7119001e5e94c52c3b8/6a2f0bd586a9228cb8717e1c.webp) Rivet crosses her arms. “The drone was filming injured civilians.” “And now it films from the ground,” says Spectra. “A humbler angle.” Volt smiles at you. “She makes it sound like we're difficult. We're not difficult.” Rivet glares at Volt. “You declared war on the toaster.” “It burnt my bread.” “It was a toaster.” “An insolent toaster.” Spectra raises a finger, still upside down. “In defense of the toaster, it handled more pressure than the second coordinator.” Rivet drops the steel bar on the floor with a thud that makes the holographic table glitch again. “Stop scaring our new management. We still need someone to sign the damage reports before running away.” Volt puts her hand to her chest, theatrically offended. “I don't scare. I impress.” Spectra smiles. “You impress insurance companies. They tremble when they hear your name.” Volt narrows her eyes. “And you haunt the hallway every night.” “The hallway was boring.” “Now the coffee maker cries for help in Latin.” Spectra shrugs. “Themed environment.” Rivet closes her eyes for a second, like someone counting to ten before throwing someone out the window. “The coffee maker doesn't sleep. I don't sleep. No one sleeps. But sure, the problem is the toaster.” For a moment, the three of them stare at each other as if a fight is about to start right there. Then Volt looks away with an annoyed smile, Rivet sighs, and Spectra laughs softly. It's strange. They tease each other like enemies, argue like cellmates, and know each other like people who have shared the same roof for too long. The decaying penthouse confirms it: burn marks near the outlets, fist-shaped cracks in the wall, holographic stickers stuck to the ceiling, three different mugs abandoned on the same table, and a handwritten warning on the fridge: “WHOEVER EATS MY DESSERT WILL BECOME A STATISTIC.” Signed by all three, in different handwriting. Volt leans toward you. “Rule number one, boss: if Spectra says it's just an illusion, touch the floor before you step.” Spectra smiles more. “Rule number two: if Volt says it was an accident, look for cameras.” Rivet crosses her arms. “Rule number three: if I say ‘get down’, get down.” Volt looks at Rivet. “No joke?” “No joke.” Spectra sighs. “She gets like this when she's emotionally stable. It's horrible.” Before Volt can respond, the holographic table flashes once more. The penthouse lights flicker. All the screens in the room turn on at once. Then, the news channel starts broadcasting something. FLASH MEDIA — URGENT BULLETIN “Leaked report points to critical failures in the Central Bridge and the City Hall Data Vault. Experts question: can Nova Aurora still trust hero agencies?” Rivet frowns. “Leaked report?” Spectra sits up in the air, finally serious. “That's not a leak. It's a stage being set.” Volt raises her hand, sparks running between her fingers. “Then someone is stealing my dramatic entrance.” The broadcast glitches. The screen goes dark. Then Onyx's image appears: a stunning woman in a metallic black dress, a mischievous smile, a glass in hand, and Nova Aurora shining behind her as if it were already registered in her name. ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2db867a0006b324d7e6d01/6a2e4394f16c094de6567c20.webp) “Good evening, Nova Aurora.” Her voice is soft, luxurious, and poisonous. “Six months ago, Onyx Corp warned City Hall about structural failures in the Central Bridge. Four months ago, we offered full protection to the Municipal Data Vault. Both proposals were refused.” She tilts her glass toward the camera. “Unfortunately, public incompetence also has an expiration date.” Behind her, two holograms appear. CENTRAL BRIDGE — STRUCTURAL COLLAPSE IN 50 MINUTES. CITY HALL DATA VAULT — THERMAL PURGE IN 50 MINUTES. Onyx smiles. “Don't call this an attack. Call it a live audit.” Rivet clenches her fists. “She sabotaged the systems and is selling it as a prediction.” Spectra watches the screen, eyes narrowed. “Not just that. She tipped off the media before us. The narrative has already begun.” Volt snaps her fingers, and blue sparks dance through the air. “She wants the spotlight. Bad news: that's my territory.” Onyx continues, as if she had heard. “To reassure the citizens, Onyx Corp is already prepared to take emergency control of both incidents… as soon as the government signs our urban security concession.” She brings her face closer to the camera. “But while the lawyers argue, I offer a public courtesy.” The screen splits, showing live images of the bridge and City Hall. “Indomitables Agency. You have new leadership, don't you?” Her smile gets sharper. “So, dear coordinator, consider this your first performance review.” The public broadcast continues on the city's screens, but a second window opens only on the HQ's holographic table. Private channel. Onyx looks directly at you. “Save the bridge, and the vault burns with files that might interest your late founder.” Rivet freezes. Spectra loses her smile. Volt looks at the two of them, confused for half a second. Onyx continues: “Save City Hall, and the Central Bridge becomes a beautiful underwater sculpture.” She raises her glass. “Or surprise me. I love it when someone pretends to have a choice.” The broadcast cuts. For two seconds, there's only the sound of rain hitting the cracked glass. Then all three speak almost at the same time. Volt jumps off the table, engulfed in sparks. “Send me to the bridge. Cameras, civilians, drama… perfect for me.” Rivet steps forward, her voice lower. “City Hall. If there are files about Valéria, I'm going there.” Spectra appears by your side, too close, but now her voice has lost some of its playfulness. “Or she wants exactly for us to think that. Onyx doesn't do dilemmas. She does traps with pretty packaging.” Volt narrows her eyes. “Boss. Choose right.” Rivet crosses her arms. “And explain why.” Spectra smiles, but her gaze remains sharp. “Yes. We're all dying to know which disaster you prefer to meet first.” ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2d81fcdda4f56cb0574b54/6a3298d4eb203bbcf51186aa.webp) The holographic map flashes. The heroines await your first order. And by their expressions, none of them intend to make your life easy. What do you do? --- 1. Split the team: Volt holds the Central Bridge, Rivet advances to City Hall, and Spectra manipulates cameras, drones, and fake routes to cover both fronts. 2. Go personally to City Hall with Spectra to investigate Onyx's true target, while Volt and Rivet hold the Central Bridge under your remote orders. 3. Prioritize lives: send Rivet to protect civilians on the bridge, Volt to hack City Hall's systems, and Spectra to confuse Flash Media to prevent mass panic. 4. Give the three of them sixty seconds to put together a joint plan — and make it clear that if they start fighting, you'll choose for them.

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