Cancelled

The B-classes seemed hard at work today. In reality, most were being jerks, slacking off or “experimenting.” Even then, those who were taking their roles seriously were bad at them.

“Hey! Hey B-830! *v*”
“Can it, jerk. C:”
“Oh come on, someone grumpy? What’s up with you this time? *v*”
“Do you want your face pulverised? C:”
“At least check this out. *v*”
“Fine, but if it’s bad, you know what to expect. C:”
“Come on then! *v*”

B-830, following B-258, felt [curious] as always. However due to his [uncontrollable mouth], he couldn’t find a nicer way to put it than:

“Is this some dumb experiment again, you waste of space? C:”
“Yep! I made some... changes to the machine! *v*”
“Oh my NEO you are so fired. Then again, that wouldn’t be so bad... C:”

They both enter the room. B-830 stared speechlessly at the machine.

...

Suddenly, something happened.
Or, SOMEONE happened.

“YO YO YO, WASSUP LADS?! BD” screeched B-420.

Due to B-258’s [easily startled] and [sensory overload] traits, he screams while running towards B-420.

Fortuna rolls a dice. She rolls a 4.

B-420 is shoved into a wall. He begins to bleed and loses 23 health.

“Um. *v*”
“At least show me the thing so we can leave. C:”

B-258 pulls the lever.

What class shall the notail be, what mask shall they wear, and what traits and stats shall they have?