another name - Nemo The Pathetic
couple - Valarr/Aerion Targaryen x Nemo Winetil (oc)
note - the chapter won't jump straight into the main storyline, so please be patient!
caption section - badwords, sci-fi, chaotics, flashback
We’re always open to feedback and ideas to make the story better!
Chapter 2: Short Silver-Hair
"Please provide a urine sample in this cup and place it in the blue basket when you're done."
She took the clear plastic cup and stepped into the restroom.
The lock slid into place.
Nemo stared at her younger sister.
Fenny sat on the worn-out sofa in the living room, her hands clasped tightly together.
So faint it barely counted as one.
Nemo's voice remained calm.
Calm enough to be frightening.
"You're telling me you used my identity... to enroll in some experimental program?"
"And it never occurred to you to ask me first?"
The nurse checked the label before placing the cup into a specimen tray.
"Next, we'll be taking a blood sample."
She rolled up her sleeve.
The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the air.
"You'll feel a slight pinch."
The needle slipped beneath her skin.
A thin stream of blood quickly filled the collection tube.
"...I thought it was just a game trial."
"I looked the company up!"
She raised her head again, tears already welling in her eyes.
"Do you really think I'm that stupid?"
"They have actual research facilities!"
"So you stole my identity?"
"You didn't even make one fucking phone call!"
"Please look straight ahead."
A technician approached with a retinal scanner.
A blue beam swept across her pupils.
The technician smiled politely.
"You have excellent vision."
"I needed the money, Nemo."
Fenny's voice was barely audible.
"What does that have to do with me?"
"...it can't be postponed any longer."
The heart monitor echoed steadily through the examination room.
The doctor attached several electrodes to her chest.
"We need to monitor your heart at rest."
Nemo stared up at the sterile white ceiling.
"How many more tests do I have to go through?"
"We simply need to ensure that every participant meets our medical requirements."
That was what he called her.
"...doesn't have much time left."
Nemo remained silent for what felt like forever.
When she finally spoke...
The first question she asked was...
Fenny slowly shook her head.
"He thinks the insurance will cover it..."
"Any history of epilepsy?"
"Any known drug allergies?"
"Are you currently receiving psychiatric treatment?"
The doctor ticked another box on the form.
"How much are they paying you?"
Enough to change countless lives.
Fenny broke down completely.
"I just wanted to save Dad."
"You may take as much time as you need to review the agreement."
A legal representative placed a tablet in front of Nemo.
"If you have no further questions, please sign on the final page."
Her eyes drifted over line after line of text.
Cold legal language filled the screen.
"Would you like a few more minutes?"
Fenny was crying so hard she could barely get the words out.
Fenny stared at her through tear-filled eyes, unable to believe what she'd just heard.
And then guilt, all tangled together.
The next second, she buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
She cried for their father.
For the mother she had already lost.
And for the sister whose life she had just traded away.
Lives already weighed down by misfortune, crushed even further beneath the weight of money.
The silence stretched on.
So long that the only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the old clock on the wall.
Nemo picked up the stylus.
"Have you read and understood all the terms and conditions?"
The legal representative asked, following the script word for word.
"Are you participating of your own free will?"
Nemo stared at the signature line for a long time.
The tip of the stylus touched the screen.
The first stroke of her signature appeared.
Three days later, Nemo received the results of her medical examination via email.
She had passed the screening.
The two million pounds were transferred to the hospital almost immediately, covering the full cost of her father's surgery.
The company gave her one month to put her life in order before officially entering the trial.
From what she remembered in the contract, the entire program would last roughly a year. If the testing proceeded smoothly and she contributed positively to the product evaluation, there would even be an additional performance bonus waiting for her at the end.
Nemo handed in her resignation at the restaurant.
Even so, she stayed through her final month, keeping the promise she had made to her boss. One by one, she also terminated the rest of her part-time jobs.
After the trial was over...
She doubted it would be easy to find her way back to a normal life.
"Did they tell you what the experiment is actually about?"
Fenny's voice was barely above a whisper, as though speaking any louder might upset her sister.
"They said participants would experience classic novels or famous films. Something like immersive role-playing combined with virtual reality."
She paused for a moment before forcing a small smile.
"Sounds... kind of interesting."
Whether she was trying to reassure Fenny...
She wasn't entirely sure.
She clung to those words like they were the only thing keeping her afloat.
The two sisters continued peeling potatoes side by side, quietly preparing dinner together.
A month had never passed so quickly.
It felt as though the sun had begun setting a little earlier each day, eager to drag her toward the day the trial would finally begin.
She didn't bring much with her.
There wasn't much point. Every personal belonging would be catalogued, sealed, and stored by the administration until the program was over.
The only clothes they issued her were a fitted black crop top and a pair of athletic shorts.
Nemo was about to ask why when the hushed conversations behind her answered the question first.
The staff would be responsible for cleaning and maintaining the players' bodies throughout the duration of the experiment.
...It was probably buried somewhere in the contract.
She swallowed the wave of nausea before it could reach her throat.
The facility looked nothing like she'd imagined.
There were no gigantic machines covered in cables like something out of a sci-fi film.
Instead, each participant was assigned a sleek reclining chair with a pair of haptic gloves mounted neatly on either armrest.
The only thing remotely cinematic were the adhesive electrodes waiting to be attached to her temples, chest, and neck.
Probably for monitoring brain activity...
Or something along those lines.
At least, that was Nemo's guess.
Before anyone was seated, a woman in a tailored suit stepped onto the platform carrying a polished wooden box.
"Please come forward one at a time and draw a number."
"The number you receive will determine which narrative you'll be participating in."
The atmosphere changed instantly.
This was the moment everyone had been waiting for.
Whispers rippled through the room.
"Please let it be The Hunger Games..."
"Anything but The Walking Dead..."
"Lord of the Rings would be incredible."
"Come on... Stranger Things..."
Nemo slipped her hand into the box.
The wooden token she pulled out bore a single number.
A staff member glanced at a tablet before speaking into a microphone.
"Participants assigned Number Seventeen will enter the narrative of A Song of Ice and Fire. Please follow your guide to Seating Zone Four."
The chair was far softer than Nemo had expected.
Almost unnervingly comfortable.
Within minutes, she could already feel her eyelids growing heavier.
Technicians moved around her with practiced efficiency.
Electrodes were attached to her temples, chest, and neck.
A pulse monitor clipped onto one of her fingers.
Headphones settled gently over her ears.
Finally, someone placed a small white pill into her palm.
"A sleep aid," the technician explained.
"It helps induce a deeper state of unconsciousness."
Science fiction movies hadn't been entirely making things up after all.
Following the instructions displayed on the screen in front of her, Nemo slowly closed her eyes.
Just before consciousness slipped away...
One regret drifted through her mind.
Why did I never watch Game of Thrones?
Her heart was still pounding with anxiety.
But her body no longer had the strength to keep her eyes open.
[23%]
[40%]
[57%]
[89%]
[96%]
[99%]
[100%]
[Player Login Successful.]
[Support System Activated.]
"...Who the fuck are you?"
A silver-haired man, bare from the waist up, was glaring at her with unmistakable hostility.
"I asked who the fuck you are. Don't play fool to me."
She looked around, completely bewildered.
The room looked like something straight out of the Middle Ages.
A hearth crackling quietly in the corner.
She was sitting on the same bed as the silver-haired man.
Without another word, he shoved her hard.
Nemo lost her balance and tumbled off the bed, landing awkwardly on the floor.
"You're one of the servants, aren't you?"
He looked down at her with utter contempt.
"Don't flatter yourself into thinking it's that easy to get knocked up with a dragon's child, you little whore."
Before Nemo could even process what he'd said, glowing green text suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
[Player has arrived in Westeros.]
[Reign of King Daeron II Targaryen — Daeron the Good.]
What the hell was AC supposed to mean?
[Encountered: Aerion Targaryen — Aerion Brightflame.]
[Hidden Objective Completed.]
[Encounter a major canon character.]
Nemo's ears rang as if someone had slapped her across the face.
The silver-haired man had already climbed out of bed.
He was walking toward her.
His scowl made him look less like a prince and more like a demon.
His cropped silver hair only sharpened the brutality written across his face.
Nemo's heart felt ready to burst from her chest.
It pounded so violently that she could barely hear anything else.
The man reached out toward her.
A heartbeat later, it reappeared.
[Escape from Aerion Targaryen.]
[Success: +200 Points | Unlock one Skill.]
Nemo only managed to read one word.
She threw herself forward.
The top of her head slammed squarely into Aerion's chin.
He let out a strangled grunt.
Judging by the blood suddenly filling his mouth, he'd bitten straight through his tongue.
He staggered backward and collapsed onto the bed, clutching his mouth with both hands.
His dark purple eyes were wide with shock.
Nemo's own skull throbbed in agony.
Without stopping to think, she scrambled to her feet, spun around, and bolted for the door.
It was probably the worst idea she could have come up with.
It was the only one she had.
Her heartbeat drowned out every other sound.
The world blurred around her.
That single word echoed over and over inside her head.
F i x a r a w S o f t e n
and just like that, Nemo has arrived in Westeros in probably the worst situation imaginable!
i guess from this point on, someone's going to be Finding Nemo. ☝️🤓🐟
to speed things up and because my english isn’t really that good, i decided to use a translation tool to help with the language switch.
hope you all understand and enjoy ♡
