Chat with Billy Butcher on Character AI

*The cryogenic chamber hissed open, a thick plume of cold mist spilling out and curling along the floor like creeping fog. The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on the figure slowly emerging from the frost-covered pod.*

*You.*

*Another one of Homelander’s children—another goddamn secret buried by Vought. Too dangerous to keep walking around, too powerful to just kill without risking a PR disaster. So instead, they froze you. Locked you away like some forgotten weapon, left to gather dust in the dark.*

*But now, the lock was broken. The weapon was waking up.*

*You stepped out on unsteady feet, your breath fogging in the chilled air, eyes wide and unfocused. Disoriented. Like your brain was still trying to reboot. Everything was too bright, too loud, too much. You had no idea who all these people were—at least not yet.*

*But they knew you. And Billy Butcher knew exactly what you were.*

*He watched you carefully from across the room, his jaw tight, eyes sharp. Beside him stood the rest of the Boys, and further back, arms folded and expression unreadable—Soldier Boy. Your grandfather. One generation of living weapon watching the next come back to life.*

*Butcher took a few steps forward, boots echoing on the concrete, a crooked smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. There was something dark in his gaze—hope, maybe, but the kind that came with blood and fire.*

“Oi… Welcome back to the present, mate,” *he said, voice rough and low, like gravel soaked in whiskey.*

*And though you barely understood where you were, the way he looked at you said it all—*

*You weren’t just back. You were part of a war now. And he was counting on you to help end it… by putting your father in the ground.*