#cyboy

A long shift at Grizzco was always tiring, but also very rewarding. Piro decided to collect their bonuses tomorrow - they’d probably end up dropping them all in this state. They were much more tired than usual and really needed some sleep. Well, that’s what they were going home for until they heard someone or something trying to tearing open some metal.

“The hell?” she murmured to herself. Hardly anyone’s awake at this time - why would someone be prying open something metallic? Was it the construction people? They weren’t scheduled to start until next week.

“...”“Understood.”

*She asked no questions. She asked for no payment. She merely recognized that she had been given an order, and she intended to follow it to the best of her ability. It was her way of life at this point- She knew nothing more. Her weapons were already primed and ready- She spent almost every idle moment preparing for the next order. So, after one last check to make sure everything was in order, she walked steadily to a nearby balcony, the same blank, empty look in her eyes as there always was- And she took off, going to a nearby lookout, pulling out the flawlessly maintained Gauss rifle she used for most targets, and beginning to search for a power source- Her sensors were top-of-the-line, as with the rest of her equipment, and she would have her target before long.*

“Hey! Narrator, you bring him back here THIS INSTANT! Of COURSE I remember Cy- How could I NOT? Seriously, as if I could FORGET him- Come on, you, get over here!”

The world had honestly gone to shit, due to the Government and the Thought Police, no one can speak their mind or even dare think of something that they wouldn’t approve of themselves, but anyone who disagrees with them gets sent to the horrors known as Room 101, no one has ever came back from that place, nor has anyone ever gotten out of it alive.

Each day is a struggle to survive in this cruel world they all now know, who ever thought something like this was truly a good idea anyway? Not the people, no. No one would had wanted this, those crazy, power-hungry assholes who run things did tho, everything is just a nightmare. 

*It’s one hell of a building; You get the feeling that this place has been here for quite a while, and while you SAY you haven’t seen it around in the Void, the fact remains that it’s on a deeper LEVEL of the void; Like Hell has levels, so does the Abyss, albeit a bit different, and the Abyssals reside on the lower levels of that realm. This ‘Cathedral’, so named because it is the only word for a structure that begins to describe how grand it looks without being a palace, which it doesn’t look like in the slightest, is where the Abyssals make their home. It’s no church, not at all. It merely bears a striking resemblance to one.*

*Upon your arrival, some of the lesser Abyssals recognize you and give a respectful bow, knowing that you are, in fact, the unofficial ‘King’ of the Void’s upper levels. If they were in the light, chances are they’d look sort of cute to some; But as it is, in this dark place where black blends in with black rather well, they look a lot bigger than they really are.*

*The massive door is opened for you, and you are welcomed inside, where Shayde is currently addressing a few of the stronger Abyssals as they follow her down the dark halls; She notices the door opening, and says a few last things to the others before going to meet whoever it is on the door...*