Hey there folks I go by the name Stizzy since it means nothing and I legit confirm it; nothing. I created this for the sole purpose of seeking human entertainment from blogs that can either make me happy or sad either way.
I also plan to make this account focus on stuff I lowkey like since Evergarden isn't on me anymore(Me when I changed personalities in every canon event I go to)
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PJSK | Loaded Guitar! (PJSK x OC Insert) | Logged 1 - Brand new world(Me)
(Hyeonβs Perspective)
Current setting: Residence walk path, towards Kamiyama High school
I let my big sis ramble on about sodas and how they high their prices to feed the corporate dream as I let myself get Immersed by the quietness of the streets and how itβs getting filled with students as the minutes go by.
Angelica: I mean, seriously! Who buys coca-bola for Β₯350?! Like hello? Do you think I spit out yen all year round?
(She is the big sis btw, also a OC creator type shi)
Hyeon: β¦ I mean, you do work forβ¦ Someone as you mentioned, right? I see your money count sisβ¦
Angelica: β¦ You got me there, fine Iβll be honest - I was just easing the mood here; youβre too tense! *playfully pushes my shoulder* Whatβs on your mind?
Big sis asked me whatβs on my mind? Hmm let me choose a good dialogue.. Oh yeah, THEREβS PLENTY! How am I gonna fit in again after changing schools?! How am I gonna find new friends who love music just like I do?! Thereβs. Too. Many!!! Okay, calm down Hyeonβ¦ Just answer her so she could comfort me.
Angelica: Hyeonβ¦ ? You there Lilβ dude?
Hyeon: H- huh? Uhβ¦ I'm just nervous because Iβm changing schools is allβ¦ I barely trained myself to speak to people anywaysβ¦
Angelica: β¦ *Her mouth curved into a smile* Oh relax~! Youβre gonna be fine - I checked your school when we were enrolling okay? Talk to some and they seemed cool enough for you to handle.
Hyeon: Y- you didnβt have to do that sisβ¦ But thanks, Iβm grateful.
I saw big sis smile at me before grabbing my wrist causing me to tighten my grip on my guitar caseβs strap as she urged to βbe faster!β as she increased her pace before it turned into an outright full sprint - causing me to do the same as we zoomed out in the streets: People looking at us like weβre some bullet train fanatic.
~Fast forward brought to you by Ichika guiding Hyeonβs guitar lessons~
My big sisterβs initial speed and me copying her pace is beyond me but here we are - at the gates of Kamiyama High school. I took one last deep breath(A lie) as I looked at my big sis.
Angelica: Stay safe okay? Iβll pick you up by 2 or 3 but if youβre too insistent on βUghh sis I donβt need a ride home on your big motorcycle!β type shit Just walk home alright?
Hyeon: β¦ Iβm taking the walk home option - just stay out of trouble sisβ¦ Donβt want to bail you out of jail just because you beat a man to death for touching youβ¦ Actually, thatβs valid but the point stands!
Angelica: Self defense Lilβ dude, self defenseβ¦ Anyways, good luck alright? See ya!
Aaand there she goes - off to do another βHit gigβ as she put it for her job title. I cleared my thoughts as I turned around again; facing the school as I inhaled thenβ¦ I walked. Towards my first day as a Kamikaya student, and also as a second year highschool dude-!
???: Hey there new face! Do you need help with finding your classroom?
(Art by @shimda_sanda dunno which site they on but I found this in the PJSK reddit)
A child opened their eyes - the hospital lights blinded them too much so they closed it a second time before fully opening them as they turned their heads to comprehend who was around them.
Child: β¦ Mommy? Papa? Where are you bothβ¦
Voice 1: Hey, kiddo! Ease up thereβ¦ You coughed so much blood that me and your mommy both thought youβll be red! Laughs softly Your big sister is in school right now and Mommyβs just buying something outside.
Ah. . . Yes, the papa is the houseβs stronghold and founder - they put up effort so that the family can be stable and running. And he mentions mommy - the houseβs light and star bread winner(Depending on your family!) whose presence makes the childβs day brighten up.
Child: W- what happened papa⦠? Am I sick again?
βPapaβ: Sadlyβ¦ Yes my kiddo; doctor kim said youβre too fragile and- wait, youβre not fragile my kiddo: youβre strong! Forget I said that itβs just thatβ¦ Youβre too sick to move for 3 weeks.
Child: Oh⦠T- then does that mean I have to stay here again? Can you stay with me for 3 weeks papa?
βPapaβ: Oh Hyeonβ¦ You know papa and mama have work so that we can all have a proper life togetherβ¦ So in the meantime be brave here okay? The people in white will help you get strong so donβt worry!
βYouβre safe hereβ¦β . . . The dad whispered softly in his sonβs ear - his warmth made the child- no, Hyeon giggled as he nuzzled in his dadβs embrace. Unaware of the new presence in the room theyβre both in.
Voice 2: My son! *Lightly pushes the dadβs embrace & embraces her son* How are you feeling? Youβre not feeling lightheaded right? Are you-
βPapaβ: C- calm down darlingβ¦ He just woke up minutes ago. And youβre shaking him so rapidly right nowβ¦
Hyeon: Mommy mommy! *laughs softly* I just spowk with papa Iβm fine!
βMommyβ: Really? *Smiles softly* Thatβs great! Sorry mommy wasnβt here when you woke upβ¦ I had to take care of your medicines and your big sister! You can forgive mommy for that, right my little sugar cube?
The mother spoke with gentleness that the child- my bad, Hyeon was feeling drowsy and began to fall down into the softness of the pillow again. The papa held Hyeonβs head as he guided him gently to fall on the pillows as he sighed softly and turned around to face his wife directly.
βPapaβ: What did doctor kim say?
βMommyβ: β¦ Heβs still recovering - good news heβs here and breathing fine. The bad news is that heβll have Pneumonia in his airways for a whileβ¦. Our son is strong, Iβm sure heβll recover quickly.
βPapaβ: Yeahβ¦ He will, and after all of this weβll all be happy again. Isnβt that right my dear?
βMommyβ: Youβre too right, darling.
The two couple leaned into each otherβs shoulders as they sat in silence in the small sofa that the hospital provides for the room - but then a rapid knock was heard from the door as it opened revealing-
βBig sisterβ: Mama! Papa! Lilβ- oh, sorry!
βMommyβ: Angelica, howβs your school my lovely honey bee?
βPapaβ: Did those bullies get you again?
Angelica: My school went fine today~! I crushed the bullies when they bullied my friend again!
The Papa laughed softly as he ruffled his daughterβs silky, white hair making it messy that it got the daughter huffing before arranging it again. The mom sighed, regretting letting her husband teach their daughter Taekwondo at such an early age of 9.
Angelica: Is Lilβ bro okay now? I missed his voiceβ¦ *Pouts* Did he wake up when I was away?
βPapaβ: He did - he was okay when we talked with him, my little sugar pieβ¦ But I want you to keep a promise, okay?
βMommyβ: β¦ We want you to always keep your little brother safe, okay? With your help-
βPapaβ: -and ours we will be a happy family without worrying about your brother having such a fragile bodyβ¦ Can you promise?
Angelica: Pinky promise! *She let her pinky show; wrapping it around her papaβs pinky*
The three smiled as the world around them kept moving - just like how life is supposed to be.
Supposed to be.
Supposed to beβ¦
Supposed.
Angelica: Hey Hyeon! Get down here weβll be late if we donβt take the train in scramble crossing!
Hyeon: Coming⦠Down⦠Right now! *Tap tap tap!*
Angelica: β¦ ? Youβre gonna play outside? Havenβt seen you play guitar outside ever. *smiles softly*
Hyeon: I feltβ¦ Good today, so yeahβ¦
The two left their house as they walked the same path for the millionth time - Japanβs sun hitting Hyeonβs face as he winces at the light raying on him.
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(Taken from a OC website creator, I deadass canβt make a drawing yet Lmao)
Quick INFO -
Gender: Male
Birthdate: November 10, 2008
Home country: South Korea
Residing city: Busan
Short Lore/Background:
Hyeon So is the second child of the family So(Yes, its Korean I used a generator to do ts) and a fragile child of the So bloodline - from birth he was always prone to diseases and due to that he was hospitalized beyond point. Then after yet another hospital confinement he (and his sister) is confronted with another tragedy - the death of their mom and dad.
Past forward 13 years Hyeon is 17 years old - and heβs about to experience the most life changing moments of his life in Japan.
Author: I want to say that I WONβT mention(Yet~) what unit will Hyeon join as I would like for it to be a secret and also because I havenβt decided which unit yet he will join yet :)
Author#2: I have to change the OC design of Hyeon! Still a OC website maker lmao BUT! Hopefully I get to learn art till' the end of summer so I can actually make tuff artstyles and such π₯
You knelt near the display, admiring a sleepy-looking bunny curled in a corner. Perfect, you thought.
Thatβs when chaos struck - in the form of a blur of fur and a suspiciously graceful backflip off a nearby shelf.
Thud.
A cat landed beside you.
You blinked. "Uh⦠you're not in this section."
The cat sat primly, lifted a paw, and smugly knocked over a "Discount Treats!" sign. Her gaze screamed βYouβre welcome.β
You glanced around. No one seemed to notice.
βPretty sure youβre not supposed to be out of your pen.β
With a yawn that bordered on sarcastic, the cat leapt onto the bunnyβs enclosure, effectively blocking your view. Then, she winkedβyes, actually winkedβand turned in a slow circle, showing off the subtle shimmer in her fur like some kind of feline supermodel.
That was your first clue something was up.
The second came when she βaccidentallyβ pawed open a nearby cage, freeing a parakeet, and then, without missing a beat, closed it again. The bird flew wildly, feathers and shrieks everywhere. She just sat there, licking a paw like this was all part of the plan.
βOkayβ you said slowly. βYou're either terrifyingly smartβ¦. or someone in disguise.β
The cat then leapt into your arms, curled up, and rubbed her head against your chin.
ββ¦Right.. If this is what you want..β
You signed the adoption papers with a skeptical side-eye at the purring feline in your arms. The shopkeeper didnβt question why the cat had no paperwork or microchip. They just laughed and said, βGuess she chose you, huh?β
Yeah. Chose you, all right.
At first, she was the perfect pet- silent, sleek, occasionally affectionate. She liked your couch too much and had a thing for knocking your pens off the desk, but fine. Cats were weird.
Thenβ¦ the collecting began. At first, you didnβt notice. A missing sock. A mysteriously vanished spoon. You blamed yourself. Sleep deprivation, maybe. After all, you worked too many late shifts.
But one afternoon, while looking for your phone charger, you followed the faintest rustle behind the couch and discovered her stash.
Piled with obsession, tucked in a hollow behind the furniture:
Two lighters (you didnβt smoke)
Three coins from a currency you swore didnβt exist
Your ID badge
A wind-up music box
A screwdriver
A single chocolate truffle
A gleaming, obviously expensive brooch youβd never seen before
βWhat the hell, Cipher?β
She trotted in right on cue, tail high, eyes too smug. When she saw you crouched over the stash, she stopped.
βDonβt play innocent!β
She meowed innocently.
βNo. This is stealing. And trash-hoarding. And possibly breaking and entering, depending on where thisββ You held up the brooch. ββcame from.β
She gave a half-purr, half-chuff and sat on the pile as if to say my treasure now.
βNo. This is illegal. You canβt just sneak around collecting random junk andβwait. Is this my watch?β
She stretched like she hadnβt heard you and began grooming her paw.
You groaned. βCipher, you canβt bring home weird shiny trash like a kleptomaniac dragon. I mean it. No more stealing. If you're gonna be a cat, be a normal cat!β
She rolled onto her back, gave you a lazy blink, and flicked her tail.
βYou're totally ignoring me.β
You glared. She purred louder.
Later that night, the stash was mysteriously gone.
In its place was a single silver spoon.
With a note beside it.
βNot trash. Strategic assets. β Cβ
You sighed, dramatically. Wait, how can she write this note?
You had officially crossed the line from βmildly concerned pet ownerβ to full-blown panic parent.
Cipher had vanished.
You scoured the apartment, the roof, the alley behind the building. You even asked Mrs. Lian from across the hall if sheβd seen a cat with a name tag - Cipher.
You went back inside and flopped onto the couch with a groan. βThis is what I get for adopting a cat who was definitely once a person. Or a spy. Or a tech-sorceress from another dimension.β
At exactly 2:47 a.m., the window creaked open.
Cipher landed silently on the windowsill, like she hadn't just disappeared for over 18 hours.
Her fur shimmered faintly under the moonlight. Her tail curled with amusement.
You stared at her.
β...You can't just leave all day and act like itβs normal!β
She padded over, headbutted your chin, and hopped onto your lap.
You scowled but didnβt push her off. You were too tired. And maybe... a little relieved.
βDonβt think Iβm letting this slide.β
She purred.
The next morning, you called in backup.
Your best friend, Mina, arrived ten minutes later, holding a laser pointer like a holy artifact.
βYouβve gone feralβ she said, stepping over Cipher, who was sprawled on the floor like royalty.
βShe disappears. She steals. She ignores me. I need help.β
Mina looked down at Cipher.
Cipher looked back with all the contempt of an empress staring at peasantry.
ββ¦Okayβ Mina said. βWeβll start with boundary training.β
Cipher blinked once. Then, as Mina lowered the treat pouch, she bit it open, took the treats, and calmly walked away.
Mina stared after her, deadpan. βSo sheβs the boss.β
βYup.β
βShe understands human speech.β
βYup.β
βAnd she knows exactly what sheβs doing.β
βSheβs doing tax fraud, Mina. Probably.β
You tried everything.
Toy puzzles? Cipher solved them in under ten seconds, then hid the final treat so you couldnβt find it.
Laser pointer games? She chased it for two seconds, then stared at you like you were the entertainment.
Command training? Cipher just rolled over and pretended to die dramatically every time you said βSit.β
βSheβs training you.β Mina concluded.
βDonβt remind me.β
Cipher, now perched on top of the fridge like a smug gargoyle, let out a soft trill and tossed down one of Minaβs hair ties like a royal favor.
βYeah,β you muttered. βI give up.β
Cipher purred loudly, like sheβd just won a bet with the universe.
----
Something had shifted.
Cipher started staying home more. Sleeping curled at your feet instead of on the fridge. Watching you work with eyes half-lidded but attentive. One time, when you came home soaked from the rain, she trotted over with a towelβdragged from the bathroom, corners chewed, but still.
You didnβt say anything. You figured if you pointed it out, sheβd revert out of sheer pride.
But she was warming up to you. In her own stubborn, quiet way.
You even caught her once, in her half-dozing cat form, resting a paw over your hand.
The break-in came on a Tuesday.
Your apartment window shattered. No sound, just a glint of steel and a figure dropping into the room like a ghost.
You barely had time to react. Cipher, sleeping by your feet, snapped upright mid-purr.
βIs this why you started to act nicely?β You stared at Cipher.
The manβhooded, maskedβignored you. His eyes locked on Cipher. βYou shouldnβt exist.β
Cipher didnβt meow.
A ripple of gold ignited along her spine, a mirage of fire dancing on her fur. For a breath, she was more than a cat: her body stretched, warped, limbs lengthening into something almost human.
βWhat the hellβ?β
The assassin attacked.
You grabbed the nearest thing - Cipherβs treasured broom handle -and swung.
It cracked against the manβs head with a dull thunk.
He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.
Later, after you tied the guy up and called Mina to deal with "a minor life-threatening situation". She screamed showed up in 12 minutes flat with pepper spray and holy water.
Cipher shifted again. Not fully human, not fully cat, something in between.
ββ¦Youβre not just a weird catβ you said.
She crossed her arms. βI never claimed to be just anything.β
βWant to explain the ninja guy?β
Cipherβs face darkened. βThey want whatβs left of the Inferna Flame. A relic of my people. With it, I could restore what I lost. Family.β
βAnd they want to stop you.β
βYou believe me?β
You shrugged. βI took in a talking cat who steals spoons. This barely cracks the top five.β
Cipher laughed. βSeems like I've got myself a good owner.β
As you examined the assassinβs gear, your eyes caught on his brooch.
You turned it over. Inside was a faintly glowing crystal and coordinates etched in a language you didnβt understand, but Cipher did.
Her face sharpened. βItβs one of the old strongholds. Abandonedβsupposedly. If theyβve reoccupied it...β
βThen we hit them first.β
βThis isnβt your fight.β
You looked back. βYou moved in, ate my snacks, took over my life. That makes it my fight.β
Cipher stared for a long second⦠then nodded.
βOkay what's the pla-β
You were mid-sentence, standing in your apartment with Cipher when she reached out and touched your arm.
And then the world lurched.
You blinkedβand the city was gone.
A wind-whipped expanse stretched around you, rimmed with dying trees and rustling yellowed grass. The horizon dipped into an unnatural fog.
βWhat theβ?!β You stumbled back. βWe teleported?!β
Cipher stood calmly, arms folded, hair fluttering faintly in the breeze. βTold you. You werenβt ready.β
βNo, you didnβt! You said nothing about instant relocation! I didnβt even bring snacks!β
She smirked. βYouβll live.β
The coordinates etched into the assassinβs brooch had led here, but βhereβ looked like an empty, abandoned patch of land. No buildings. Just wind and dirt and shadows of old trees.
Cipher crouched, scanning the ground.
You followed suit, brushing through brittle grass, checking hollowed tree trunks. Nothing but rot and old bugs.
ββ¦Great. Weβve been bamboozled.β you muttered. βThis is the part where the killer shows up behind us and I die first, isnβt it?β
Cipher didnβt laugh. She was staring at her tail.
At first you thought she was annoyed, but then you saw it.
A faint glow. Golden-red. And it pulsed brighter when she turned to the north.
βWait,β you said, narrowing your eyes. βIs it reacting to something?β
βThe Flame responds to remnants of power.β
You followed the pulsing glow. Closerβ¦ closerβ¦
Cipherβs tail flicked sharply as you reached a stretch of cracked stone half-buried in the dirt. Her glow intensified.
You dropped to your knees and brushed away loose soil.
A seam.
You pressed your fingers to it, felt the subtle shift in texture. Cipher knelt beside you and laid a palm over the spot. Her Flame flared and a click echoed beneath you.
The stone split open with a hiss, revealing a narrow, spiral staircase descending into shadow.
βOh great,β you said dryly. βUnderground lair. Because that always ends well.β
Cipher grinned. βYou scared?β
You glanced at her glowing tail, then down into the dark.
ββ¦Only of what youβre not telling me.β
She took the first step down without hesitation, flame coiling at her fingertips.
You followed close behind, heart pounding.
Not just because of what you might find, but because, deep down, you had a feeling Cipher wasnβt just leading you into danger.
She was leading you into her past.
And whatever was buried down there?
It was ready to burn its way back into the world.
The stairwell led to something vast, an underground district, hidden beneath the ruined landscape like a forgotten vein of civilization. As Cipherβs Flame pulsed through the stone, old mechanisms flickered to life, casting long, warm shadows across buildings half-sunk into the earth.
It wasnβt just ruins. It was a city.
Cipherβs footsteps slowed.
People emerged like ghosts from the cracks of the city. Hollow-eyed, glowing faintly with that same unnatural fire. Murmurs coiled around you:Β βCifera?β βIs it really her?β βAfter all this time?β
She stood still, staring at them like something ancient stirred behind her calm.
You eyed them warily.
Their grins didnβt fade, justΒ hungΒ there, waxen and stiff. Their gestures lagged, a half-beat out of sync with reality, as if theyβd studied human motion from a distance. A sharp-eyed woman kept stealing glances at you, lips moving in hushed collusion with the others. Finally, she flicked her fingers in a dismissive jerkβlike scattering crows.
You frowned. βCipherβ¦ Theyβre not exactly rolling out the welcome mats.β
βTheyβre just surprised,β Cipher muttered. βThey werenβt expecting the Flame to return. Itβs been a long time.β
βAnd you?β You gestured at the glowing strangers.Β βNo βholy hells, my lost tribeβs aliveβ?β
Cipherβs voice was flat. βI donβt remember much about them.β
ββ¦You donβt remember your own people?β
She shrugged, distracted. βThe longer you wear a catβs skin, the more itΒ burnsΒ away.β
The dismissiveness in her tone worried you, but you followed anyway.
Led through curved streets and glowing corridors, the two of you arrived at the heart of the underground city. A circular platform, ringed with ancient symbols and old tech fused with flame-born runes.
Cipher approached the pedestal in the center and placed her hand on it. The Flame left her body like a whisper of wind and flowed into the core.
Everything shuddered.
The lights dimmed.
Then the ground roared.
From the shadows, a man emerged, draped in regal black His voice was like broken glass. βFoolish girl. You were supposed to stay gone.β
Cipher froze. Her pupils narrowed.
βI knew youβd return to your roots eventually.β the man snarled. βThe Flame was never yours to keep.β
He raised his hand, blades of blackened fire shot toward you.
One pierced through your side. You were on your knees before you registered being hit. You collapsed, coughing blood.
βNoββ
Cipher's reaction was instantaneous.
Light detonated from her body. The attacker had half a second to widen his eyes before she crossed the distance. The moment Cipher's light struck him, his body should have vaporized. Instead, he staggered back - still standing.
βI can still-β
His outstretched fingers blackened first, skin curling like burning paper. The golden fire clung to him, eating inward. He took one jerking step forward, then collapsed to his knees.
βIt's not... supposed to...β Bloody froth spilled from his lips as his tendons snapped like overstretched wires. His left eye burst in its socket, but his right remained fixed hungrily on the fading Flame.
With his last breath, he whispered: βJust... a little more...β
Then his jaw unhinged, his skull caving inward like a rotten fruit. What remained of his form sloughed into a steaming puddle, bones dissolving last. The flames licked over the remains - then winked out.
Only his shadow remained, burned permanently into the stones. The outline of his outstretched hand just inches from where the Flame had flickered.
Cipher didn't look back as she carried you away. She didn't need to.
The city began to collapse entirely. Spirits screaming. Walls cracking.
You woke up days later.
In hospital with beeping machines and a blanket pulled up to your chest.
Your side ached, wrapped in bandages, but you were alive.
And sitting in a chair by your bed, half-asleep with an empty snack bag in her lap, was Cipher.
Head resting on the edge of your bed. Tail twitching softly in her sleep.
You shifted slightly.
She jerked awake. βYouβre up.β
ββ¦Barely.β
βI almost burned down the emergency room when I brought you in.β
You snorted, then groaned at the pain. βSounds about right.β
She looked away. βI didnβt mean for you to get hurt.β
You glanced over at the side tableβwater, peeled apples, your phoneβ¦ and, weirdly, your favorite hoodie folded up with care.
You cracked a weak smile. βGuess I trained you after all.β
Cipher didnβt laugh. But her tail curled tighter.
You picked up your phone and started scrollingβneeded distraction from the ache in your ribs.
Then the headline hit you like ice.
βLost City Spirits Spotted?β
βMultiple sightings underground linked to ancient cataclysm.β
βExperts confirm: The people recorded below were all confirmed deceasedβover a century ago.β
Your thumb stopped scrolling.
βThey were spirits,β you said slowly. βThatβs why they kept trying to shoo us away. They tried to warn us.β
βI knew something was wrong. But I didnβt want to remember.β
βThey were trying to protect you. And we couldnβt see it until it was too late.β
Cipher nodded. βTheyβre gone now. For real this time.β
You reached out, grasped her hand.
βYouβre not alone.β
Her eyes widened, just slightly.
The morning after the hospital released you, Cipher let herself into your apartment with your keys, tossed her jacket on your kitchen counter, and proceeded to eat your cereal straight from the box.
You squinted at her from the couch, still wrapped in a blanket. βSoβ¦ you gonna turn back into a cat now orβ¦?β
A sharp clink cut the air.
Something small and round smacked you right on the forehead.
βOwβwhat the hell?β You rubbed the spot and stared down.
It was a gold coin.
Real gold. Not chocolate.
You looked up just in time to see her smirking, arms folded. βTry that joke again and Iβll upgrade to hurling solid bars.β
ββ¦Where did you get this?β
Cipher flopped into the armchair like a queen lounging in her throne. βBack in the underground city. While you were gawking at ghosts, I did a little multitasking.β
βYou looted a haunted grave site?!β
βInherited, thank you. It was literally mine. And I have claws. Makes lockpicking and secret compartment-snatching very efficient.β
You gaped. βHow fast did you go through all that rubble?!β
She gave you a smug shrug.
You tossed the coin back at her. She caught it midair with zero effort and flicked it into her pocket like it was muscle memory.
βAnyway,β you muttered, shifting under your blanket burrito. βGuess youβve got treasure now. Probably your own secret kingdom. Cat empire. Fancy couch somewhere in a flame palace.β
Cipher raised a brow. βYou trying to get rid of me?β
You hesitated.
ββ¦No.β
She tilted her head. βThat sounded almost like a plea.β
βI did not plead.β
βUh-huh.β
You sighed, exasperated. βOkay, fineβplease stay and take care of me. I almost died. Iβm injured. I canβt cook. You already broke into my apartment four times and now itβs weirdly empty without you judging my snack drawer.β
She stared.
Then slowly got up, crossed the room, and plopped onto the couch beside you.
Her tail looped itself comfortably around your ankle.
βYouβre lucky Iβm a benevolent cryptid,β she said casually. βAlso, I already live here. My toothbrush is in your cup. Deal with it.β
You didnβt argue.
Because, weirdly⦠that sounded kinda nice.
---
In case anyone was wondering why I disappeared for a whileβI was binge-watchingΒ Gossip Girl.
(Props to me for making this since every single time I'm lazy so this was a miracle.)
INFO: You were a mere lone T-DOLL after G&K disbanded and was left to fend for yourself after you escaped. Now though? You want to meet the T-DOLL who saved you multiple times.
ββββββββββ
Every time was the same.
You don't know how you even escaped that place to begin with - one thing led to another and now you're here; inside the ELMO that the commander owns, sitting down with a blanket on top of you.
Commander: So... What happened to you exactly?
You: ... I guess nothing gets away with you, huh commander? *Sighs* I got chased by some ELIDS in the RED zone while I was on a mission... And then some ELIDS got the best of me and I fell on a riverbank... And this thing.
Commander: *Giggles* You are a handful to deal, even now huh? Good thing you didn't changed.
You: *Blushes* Yeah? Well... Thank you commander. Even though we only met a few weeks before shit happens back then still I'm grateful to even met you.
The commander softly patted your shoulder as you both continued talking back and forth - sharing stories of what happened after all those 10 years (Is it ten years I forgot) and seemingly forgotten time as you both converse.
After a while you softly sighed as the commander stopped laughing their ass off after they shared a story of theirs to you.
You: It's been fun laughing and talking with you commander but uh... *Stutters* I- is Welrod here... ?
Commander: Huh? What is it... ?
You: ... I said is Welrod here? I wanna... Say some things to her.
Commander: ... *Smiles* You're in luck, she just finished her mission with her squadmates. Come with me.
The commander didn't see it but you smiled softly - following the commander you came across old friends such as WA2000 who goes by Makiatto now, Mosin Nagant who hugged you(Albeit a bit tight...), Nagant revolver who just nods at you and confidently strides away, and many new ones who just shook hands at you and nod.
After a while the commander and you stopped in front of a room called "Refitting room". Opening the slide doors you waited patiently as the commander went in first and you second, looking around the room you finally spotted her - Welrod, your savior.
(God she looks like a dork I love her next to Vector.)
Welrod: *Smirks* Well who look the commander brought in. I saved you multiple time and now you want saving from the commander?
You: Shut up... *Step step* It's been a while, Welrod.
Welrod: Tsk tsk tsk, it sure has Y/n... It sure has.
Welrod came up to you and what do you know? She hugged you tightly as you became comfortable with her hugs from time to time. With the commander - they smiled as they gestured everyone to leave the room for now. Giving you both the ample time you both deserved and needed.
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INFO: With the whole building alerted of your presence you made the ultimate choice of them all; fight your way through. You don't know who's or what's coming for you, but you sure do know how to eliminate them.
(I present thee to no one Part 3! More stuff coming since I have restored my brain juice.)
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*Gunshots sfx*
Armed personnel 1: It's just ONE doll, engage engage!
SF robot: Movement left room, engaging...
Welp, all this happened because you didn't bother checking for cameras. Before long multitude of armed men, women even, and SF robots came rushing towards your position in that break room - managing to stall them by throwing grenades you ultimately was pushed back to a room just besides your previous one.
When have you even been into shit before? Oh right when you were deployed for the very first time! That mission was successful though so you ain't complaining.
Armed personnel 2: Get out of this room now you dog! We don't bite... Heh...
Armed personnel 3: Girl... Who says that still?
You: ...
Your options are limited - 1. Just comply and go with them potentially turning you into grind spare parts. Or 2. Tripwire the door with a grenade and do what you can from there.
You: ... 'Fuck this, let's ball.'
And ball you did - making your way to the door you grabbed some wires from a nearby pile of scraps and shit and you took out your last remaining 2 grenades and did your work - after a hot minute(plus the growing irritation from your enemies outside) you surprisingly made a good tripwire and attached it to the door handle.
Armed personnel 1: Alright, that's it! You fucking doll I swear I'll personally kill you with my own bare hands!
SF robot: Combat mode engage, ready to eliminate.
Armed personnel 2: Time to say hi to us darling!
You smirked heavenly as you ready your gun; leveling up to your face as you hide between some boxes. Time seemed to go slow as a loud BANG erupted from the door; the 3 armed goons' bodies went limped as the one SF robot back away as it went down on the floor.
Rushing up you quickly followed a bullet through the robot's head as you looked around the room; smiling at your work.
You: Gruesome... But it worked. I'm sure miss AK-12 would agree with me.
You: 'Now time to move back up... Hopefully, I'll be fine this time.'
Stepping on the arm of one of the personnel you went up again and this time you checked corners carefully and looked up carefully. Not wanting to repeat your mistake back then you made sure to put a bullet on each cameras you come across. This is how you waste bullets 101 folks.
You: 'Now... Time to reach for a radio tool.'
(Thanks for wasting your time on reading my braincell writings, see ya soon!)
INFO: While you were fighting your way out of that damned complex building - at the ELMO, where the former commander resides, is most skeptical when her lost radio suddenly flickers a sign of signal.
(Woo I actually love guns now!!1 Gonna test one out at a local range in my hometown.)
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Commander: ...
Groza: ...
Nemesis: ... The night... Cold until met with fire...
Krolik: *Sighs* Nemesis said she vouch that it's Y/n.
The ops room's atmosphere was at the most high today - why? Because who wouldn't be tensed if a radio signal that you thought was gone after splitting with G&K went to life and all you hear is Static.
Commander: There's still a chance that it's a lie... I saw Y/n and their squad's Helicopter explode as we're retreating.
Groza: But we have to see for ourselves, right commander? Y/n is a valuable asset for us you know that... And I also hold a promise for them after they helped me.
Commander: True but... I'm still doubtful. Let's wait for a while, maybe they'll-
Colphne: Commander~ can I say something?
Colphne raised her hand - standing underneath a box specially made for her by Mayling after she said she wants to 'help' reason in operation meetings. Help that is of just saying random nonsense that even Krolik, the translator of Nemesis, doesn't fully grasp.
Commander: O- oh? Go ahead Colphne. Share your thoughts.
Colphne: I personally think we should go save them~ Think about it; we haven't had a commission for a while now and with this rising out of nowhere? That's just asking to be something!
Just as the commander was about to retort - a knock came up to the room leaving everyone looking towards the two slide doors to see who it is. The doors opened and the figure behind it was...
Klukai: Commander, I came as you requested. What do you need?
Commander: Klukai, good that you're here... Here, what do you think about this? *Points at the screen*
Klukai: Huh... I think I know that place - used to be a Sangvis' complex housing robots and personnel filled with rooms and such. I also know that most of the things there are inactive and no longer has a proper right to function.
Groza: Then that's a sign to see it for ourselves. Commander?
Commander: ... Argh, fuck it. Let's ball everyone.
INFO: Stuck in between a complex building full of Sangvis' robots and personnel abandoned by their creators you planned a daring escape out of all this and finally reconnect with G&K via a radio tool.
(I wanna use some of my braincells to test my writing skills, again.)
You don't know how many days since your last contact with a G&K member - much more when the Helicopter you were in decided to say 'fuck you' and get hit by a homing missile aimed to kill any retreating G&K remnants after an unsuccessful raid that occur.
Alone, miserable, dirty, and pretty much every bad thing can on the word index describe your situation right now. Running low on food after you locked yourself in a spacious room filled with nothing but empty crates, torn guns, waste, and etc.
You: 'I should be able to pull this off... Right? I'm a T-doll; surely nothing will happen...'
You planned this thing pretty well - clear the floor you're in first, subdue potential bitches, 'persuade' rag-tagged people to go along with you, and try not to get shot here & there. If I were a normal soldier I'd die there but you were NOT normal. In fact you were a T-doll, a T-doll with a will and grit.
You: Okay... *Sighs* Let's do this.
The squad you were in -D.U.M.B A(Alpha) was pretty... 'Sane' as one would put into words - with you as the so-called 'Negotiator' of the squad; pulling as the role of 'good cop' pretty much every hostages you've handle were chilled out due to your nature of some degree.
Anyways... Opening the door of the room that you were barricaded in you walked slowly, gun raised as every corner you checked - hallways were pretty quiet for a complex building this big. It makes you wonder truly.
Pick locking a door you opened it slowly... Slowly... Aand there's a guy in there; wearing a white lab coat you quickly raise your gun at him, making him tremble and the guy raises his hands.
Random guy 1: W- wait! Don't shoot me! I'm not gonna do anything...
You: Don't struggle and don't fuck with me. Give me your hands. Now.
Random guy 1: Y- yes! Of course...
Using zip ties your squad leader gave you after she burned down during the crash you tied him up and pulled him into a nearby corner - once you deemed the room cleared you left him there as you locked the door behind you. Hopefully some good soul finds him there otherwise that's his funeral.
You: 'Now onto the next floor... Wait, I forgot there's a steel door that I opened back then. But knowing that was some... 'Days' ago they've probably locked it again. I need a keycard...'
And searching you did - after a while you obtained a keycard from a Sangvis robot that you shot to hell in(That's a lie you grenade the hell out of it.) and survived you went to the steel door and hovered the keycard from the keycard scanner beside it. Now onto the next floor.
You: This is going good... Let me try my radio. *Bzzt bzzt* This is D.U.M.B A Y/n calling in... Hello? *Static*
As expected; static. You sighed through your mouth as you put the radio down and proceed as usual - go through rooms, zip tie people(and kill some overconfident ones), destroy Sangvis' bots and repeat. But then...
[INTERCOM]: G&K T-doll spotted in the 2nd floor cafeteria! Suppress and take them down for questioning!
(So basically you're moving like prime King von here. Anyways thanks for reading stay tuned for the 4 other parts!)
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(GFL2) I'm in a depression competition but my enemy is Vector
Leaving your commander status from that place has taken a toll on you let's admit it. Dodging the radar from them and also dodging calls and messages from your T-dolls was more than enough to think about your situation much more (cough cough HK416 cough cough)
But what's more is that one of your favorite T-dolls - Vector - found you during a little stroll from your works in the ELMO(I like how they named it that instead of other things)
Instantly you both locked gazes as everything around you froze like those K-dramas you watched in the ELMO with Colgate(Colphne guys IT'S COLPHNE-). Neither of you moving but a few minutes passed on you took the first step and quickly touched her hands, feeling them as if you're too unsure it was her.
You: How... How are you Vector? It's been a while I'd figured.
Vector: ... Commander, I've finally found you. It truly did took a while for you to show up.
You: We probably need a while to get with what happened... How about a cup of joe? My treat, of course.
Vector: ... I'd like that, commander.
You: ... *Smiles* Just Y/n is fine, Vector. I'm no commander anymore- ack, wait... I am but not that big...
Vector: No, I'll still call you commander, commander. It's a tradition I want to keep.
