#swapped!neo

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HOW COULD YOU?

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Concept art for a scene during SNulla vs. SNeo fight, wherein he finally gets to address you after the last time you two talked.

another fanart for beloved @offmoose and their Swapped! AU yuhhhhh 💕💕🦶🦶💖💖💖💖💖💕🦶

If I can still breathe

I'm fucking fine

The contrast between the two images 💀

You wake up naturally, without interuption this time. Well, it's the smell of something good that wakes you up.

You leave the bedroom, walk down the steps, and you enter the kitchen.

He has his back faced to you as he stands infront of the stove, cooking something.

"Up already?"

"... It's actually waaaaay past sunrise. Wanted to see just how long you slept without me waking you."

A SNeo compile 👍

The arcade date ends. But Neo doesn't teleport you back immediately like you thought he would. Instead, he drags you out. His reasons are vague—he says he wants to go somewhere nearby, that both he and you should get some fresh air. You have no other option than to follow him out, walking next to him along some city street of his memory.

Then, he stops abruptly. You stop too. Confused and curious, you try to ask why he stopped.

You don't get a chance to finish your question. He grabs you by your shirt collar—

and pulls you into a dark alleyway.

Before you can even process what's happening, he's already on you.

He kisses rough. Kisses like it's a fight—like this is another game for him to beat you to. He bites your lower lip harder than necessary and, as you can't hold back a pained yelp, your lips distinctively feel his own curl up with delight.

Then he pushes himself onto you. Closer.

Your back gets pressed onto coarse brick wall. It's uncomfortable—the wall scratches your clothes and create stinging friction, but you don't get a chance to protest. He dives in again.

He's so close, close enough that your bodies are only a hair apart as he deepens the kiss into something more—just with less air. Coordination slips but the taste of fervor on his tongue ellicits a gasp out of you.

He soon pulls away, just enough to look you in the eyes.

"... Ja. Always wanted to do something like this. Not as good as I thought it'd be."

He muses, spoken with an air of cool nonchalance.

But his breaths still escape him in a pace too rapid and shallow. It gives him away, and he doesn't mind.

... Then an option pops up. Abrupt. Unnatural.

> Call for N̴̖̫͔͍̲͒̑̒͊̈̅͂̾͛̀͝͝u̶̢̠̱̱̠̜̹̼͍͖͇̗͎̒͊̿̂̾͋̕̕͝l̴̘̂͋l̸̛̹̯̻̰̔͐̏͌̚͝á̷̯̭̬̗̼͙̬̰̣̺̰͊̊̀̽̔͛̈́̉͆̋͆͝͝ͅͅ.

> Stay quiet.

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> Call for Ṇ̶́u̴͉̍̑̌́̚l̸͚̞̠̘̞͆̿̚l̴̮͖͍͐͐́̏͠a̴̡͗̃̏̓̽.

> Stay quiet.

So you call for N̴̖̫͔͍̲͒̑̒͊̈̅͂̾͛̀͝͝u̶̢̠̱̱̠̜̹̼͍͖͇̗͎̒͊̿̂̾͋̕̕͝l̴̘̂͋l̸̛̹̯̻̰̔͐̏͌̚͝á̷̯̭̬̗̼͙̬̰̣̺̰͊̊̀̽̔͛̈́̉͆̋͆͝͝ͅͅ.

"... ¿Qué?"

"How do you-"

He doesn't get to interrogate. He and you—your puppet—gets devoured.

Your screen turns pitch black. Only the text box remains.

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Then there is white.