#get hacked;

<3 this and sen will send your muse (multis, plz specify) a christmas gift. this will be like an extension of those hacked notes i did a bit ago so our muses don’t have to have interacted, ill take a swing at making some assumptions. spoiler: high chance it’s gunna be a little unhinged.

— — — Now this was going to be a challenge... Sen7inel had the means to prank almost any 'normie' with relative ease. But Ada wasn't exactly normal. The woman's opsec rivaled Sen7inel's own — and that was saying something. That skill was one of the many things she respected about the dark-haired operative. Which is why she had to try.

Hacking Ada was a non-starter. Sen7inel was sure without even looking that would go nowhere. So, the Coyote got crafty — if she couldn't get a foothold on the inside, she'd have to work the outside.

It began with a spoofed text, using a number she'd pulled from some data dump from ages ago that she'd held onto for a 'just in case' moment like this. By all accounts, it seemed to be a legitimate number that led to a legitimate source if you did a reverse trace. The setup was straightforward too — a supposed handler looking for a high-value asset with some codename that fit, the reward generous but appropriate. Included a couple of coordinates. Standard practice in the world of illicit trade.

Assuming she took the bait, Ada would follow the trail to what appeared to be an abandoned building in the old part of town. Brick with exposed wood. Industrial yet hinting at something more. She'd find a few rooms to traverse. One, with the motif of a canine on the doorknob, would require a keycard located in another room, tucked in a book titled 'Myths of the Coyote'. Because of course it would be. Just enough of a puzzle to keep the interest up. But once the operative finally cracked the code?

— — — She'd step right into one of the most elegant speakeasies in town. A table prepared and waiting. Within minutes, the waiter would offer not a menu but a parepared cocktail with a note. On the envelope, one of the first few cover names Ada had given Sen. One from before, when their working relationship had not yet expanded into something friendly.

>> ok so, i kno it's not exactly the reward that was promised. sue me. wait u can't cuz i don't exist. but honestly? i kinda suspect ur a lil like me as in, u never stop unless u have no other choice. so, april fools. the job is to take the fuckin day off. on me. cheers. — — — S.

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listen. before u freak out, im not touching nethin i shouldnt. this aint a malicious house call, just taking a quick stroll thru the digital backyard if u kno wat i mean. rly didn't expect 2 c u on my pwnd list tbh. for the record, thats ur fault for not keeping ur devices up 2 date, not mine.

but i'm a nice gal. i patched the hole i wormed my way thru so no 1 else could get in the same way i did. ur welcome. might've left myself a backdoor. but don't worry, i'll only use it for "good". probably. ill b countin how long it takes u 2 boot me out.

neway, if u find this, i have a srs question... y do u have all these coyote photos on ur hard drive? there arent coyotes newhere in gotham. except me ofc. so wat, r u doing wildlife rescues on the side or sumthin? saving the streets of gotham isn't enough? how do u even have the time 2 do that??

The next time Batwoman is out on patrol, she’ll find medium-sized box at one of her common stops. The Coyote knew she’d pass through sooner or later. And when she did? Yeah — it’d be impossible to miss.

The thing was painted jet black. A black so black, that it made the Gotham night look like a beautiful sunrise. It seemed to swallow any light that hit it. On top was a red envelope — on the front of it in jagged handwriting:

BATLADY

There’s no tricks, no glitter-bomb… just a holiday card tucked inside. The front was… aggressively average. A cartoon snowman against a snowy neighborhood backdrop. On the inside, the same jagged script, but even more lopsided, like the writer got bored halfway through and was just trying to finish as quickly as possible.

Alright, don’t be mad that I sniffed out one of your secret spots. But I think if you’re gunna wear black, you need to wear the blackest black. So, I went out of my way to get you just that. You might’ve noticed the void cube. Check this out — that is called Vantablack. Fucking wild right? It’s like a goddamn blackhole. Anyway, I got you enough paint to slap on everything — your suit, your gear, whatever. You’ll look so much cooler than those other crazies in Gotham who dress up and “fight crime” or “do crime” or whatever. So have some fun with it! — The Other Coyote

Indeed, the note wouldn’t lie. Inside the aforementioned void cube would be a dozen paint cans labeled “VANTABLACK” and one used paintbrush, presumably the same one used to paint the box. Another inspection of the card would find a note scribbled on the back:

P.S. I had to open one of the cans to paint the box. I sealed it back up pretty good. I think. But maybe be careful just in case.

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harvey. harv. rly? i mean rly? ur runnin this whole mob operation but still using an old version of ms word... goddamn lawyer types. i swear of all the users i encounter, lawyers r just as bad as doctors. y wont u just use the most recent version of the app? wat is it, scared of new features???

also... two-face. my dear. i need u 2 kno ur passwords r quite hilarious. but... just cuz u gotta have a number in ur password doesnt mean u should only use the number 2. every. single. time. its really predictable & makes it so much easier to crack. & no the number 22 doesnt count. neither does 222.

im talking 2 binary about this. im sure she will tell me she tried 2 fix it for u before but this is an unacceptable risk for the type of criminal org ur runnin. especially if im gunna be involved - it would look bad on me 2 let this continue. srsly, ill get u set up with sumthin much better. might even get u on two-factor auth if im lucky. u prolly would like that, wouldn't u?

would anyone like to me to write what kind of note Sen7inel would leave behind on your muses computer/device if she hacked it? doesn't matter if we've interacted or not, i'll go through your muses profile and make something up.

— — — It was harmless fun. Sen7inel was pretty sure of it, having spent the last few days preparing this little joke of hers. It had taken more time than others, the research she had to apply required more than usual. But the hacker could not pass up the opportunity to pull this particular prank off on the Cybertronian.

First she had to source some energon — a feat that was a little more difficult than she expected, even for the broker of secrets. Once she had that in hand, however, it was just a matter of soldering together some tiny little bots with coded instructions to sprinkle on top, barely noticeable. After that, all she had left was to leave the snack of energon out somewhere she knew Fang would find it — along one of his usual patrol routes.

She still didn’t fully understand how Cybertronian biology worked, but assuming he’d ingest the little treats, Fang would start to feel the sensation of an itch every time he was in his wolf alt-mode. First behind the ears, then the neck. Followed by the underbelly and so on. It would start small, almost unnoticeable, until he was itching all over, those little bots mimicking the behavior of earth’s fleas.

She left a note tucked under where the energon had been:

>> ok so, i kno u said ur not a dog but i am also pretty sure u wouldn’t b able 2 resist these lil scooby snacks. u ever had fleas? is that even a thing on ur planet? watever, we have em here & they r considered an absolute nuisance. let me kno if u agree. don’t worry, they’ll deactivate tomorrow. i think.

On the back of the note, assuming he’d look:

>> p.s. alrite if it’s absolutely unbearable, come find me @ my warehouse. i couldn’t find another cybertronian who would volunteer to let me test these lil buggers on em so i have no idea how bad they r cuz i’ve totally never had fleas myself. defs not.

True to the note, the “fleas” would deactivate at midnight on April 2nd. However, until then, the itch would continue to grow as the little bots self-replicated as April Fool’s Day went on.