#thirteen il

Shippu! Iron Leaguer

Stray Love

Since it was never specified which stray leaguer I’ve decided to do just three leaguers: Thirteen, Watt, and Mad Chain

Summary: You cross paths with unfamiliar leaguers but it seems that there is more underneath the surface than meets the eye. Will you go with them or face destruction?

CW: Yandere content, possessive behavior, delusional behavior, bodily harm, threats

MDNI//18+//

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Thirteen (Golf Leaguer) ⛳️

The surrounding peninsula was quiet except for the crashing waves against jagged fingers of rocks carved from the centuries of wind and water.

You sat perched off the edge of a cliff, enjoying the steady rhythmic drumming of waves from the shore. Punctuated by the constant squawks of gulls and ospreys that were flying in the vicinity.

Then you paused, the distant soft thwack of something being struck carried through the air. Curiosity tugged at your core to go towards the sound, you slowly stood up dusting the rocks and dust that stuck to your plating.

You strolled over rocky ground, your metal pedes crunching the pebbles before long winding stands of healthy grass greeted you gently. On a stretch of open field, the grass swayed left and right from the crosswinds.

Tall and poised, you made out the figure of a leaguer, he had his arms raised from a second swing- smooth and mechanical, almost too perfect. Another ball sailed across the landscape, past high arches of stone and coastal pines. The ball landed at its destination, a single red flag stuck in the ground, landing squarely in a hole with precision before you could blink.

You were moving before you knew it towards him. His body shifted to adjusting his golf club he was holding but you couldn’t tell since he had his back facing you. There was a tee with a golf ball already set in the ground, you stopped a ways behind him as to not interrupt his focus.

In a gleam of silver, the club swiftly gravitated in a downward motion over and round until it rested on his opposite shoulder. It happened so quickly and with such fluid grace that you clapped before you could stop yourself.

“That was amazing.” You exclaimed in awe. The dark teal leaguer turned his head slowly, his visor shadowing his optics. He didn’t smile, his mouth in a straight line, but the corners of his mouth twitched as if the idea tempted him. Even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you could feel how sharp his gaze fixed sharply on you.

You became suddenly aware of how hot his stare was on you. Shifting from one pede to the other nervously, you fumbled your servos. “I didn’t mean to interrupt- I just wanted to say how impressive your swing was.”

The nameless golfer set his club down with deliberate motion, stepping closer until the space between you two felt shorter than it should. “Impressive isn’t it? Not many leaguers are up to par with my skills.” His voice was low and confident, deep- you felt something flutter internally in your systems. His eyes scanned you over, not just casual interest but with the same intensity he’d given moments prior before his swing.

“You should stay,” he murmured. You became taken aback by how bold he said it, wondering if you heard him right. He continued, “I am better than most leaguers you know. Stay with me and I'll keep you well protected.” Something in his tone made the pump in your heart skip. You offered a nervous laugh, waving your hands in an X-motion. You readied to excuse yourself, but your attention was caught on his arm raising itself.

He gently cupped the side of your faceplate, his index and middle digits sliding from your optic to the bottom of your derma. He let his thumb swipe over the soft metal of your lips with unnerving calm. You froze in place not daring to move yet enticed by the treatment he was offering.

In a blink, his hand had fallen from your face- his back turned towards you. Your faceplate felt cold now and you felt compelled to go after him before he suddenly stopped ahead of you, throwing his head back over his shoulder.

“If you decide to run- don’t. You’ll only waste your energy. You will end up back to me no matter where you go.”

Mad Chain (American Football Leaguer) 🏉

It had been raining for hours now, your joints and pistons screamed for a break but you couldn’t. Not with him chasing after you. The alleyway was dark and damp from the storm, towering concrete slabs that felt suffocating.

It felt like a labyrinth with every twist and turn. Dead end’s mocking your pitiful form as the sky streaked angrily in the distant rumble of thunder.

Stopping in a four way opening, a window above being the only source light while you spun your head around in circles trying to catch his menacing form. A rogue pipe from ahead clanked against the ground noisily, you hoped he didn’t come this way after hearing that.

Venting deeply, the oil in your body felt hot inside of you. Tentatively taking a step- you heard a low taunt carry in the puttering rain.

”Why do you run from me, love? Can’t you understand that you are mine.” How did he get so close to you already?

You darted to the left, hoping the shadows would hide you but a bright flash of lightning lit up the alley ahead of you, a horned silhouette- crimson armor blazing like fresh blood under the rain. You skidded to a halt when you noticed him, the painted eyes on his helmet gleamed like predators. Always staring, never blinking.

”I enjoyed your little game,” Mad Chain purred, his voice making your chest tighten as you tried stumbling back. “but like all good things it has to end at some point.”

That was when you heard whirring, a whip in the air. A moment later, brick and wood exploded from your right- splinters and shards embedding in your once pristine armor plating. You cried out when you felt the debris hit the sensitive joints of your arm and leg. Another explosion from behind made the wall collapse on itself, cutting your escape off.

You sprawled into the ground, horror written across your faceplate when you scrambled to get up. Searing pain shot through your roughened plating- collapsing again when you couldn’t feel the one leg. You craned to look at the mess behind only for realization to strike you hard that there was no escape this time.

The sound of metal grinding against the pavement echoed behind you, heavy footsteps of his spiked wheels clinking as he stalked to your injured form. You didn’t have the strength to turn and address him.

“Why the long face? You should be happy.” His tone was soft and yet you could hear the mocking underlay. You heard him stop- half turning while your eyes blazed up in anger.

“Oh? You still have some bite left in you, huh?” He rumbled darkly, crouching low, his pale eyes flashing behind his dark visor. “And yet you’re so fragile… so breakable.” You sputtered roughly when he suddenly wrapped his servo around your neck. His iron grip squeezed until the pain lanced through your frame, you tried pulling back while scraping at his arm, but the saw blade in his forearm cut you mercilessly.

He pulled you closer until you were nose to nose. His mouth twisted into an unsettling grin, you struggled desperately once more trying to pry his fingers from your sore neck cables, but he wouldn’t budge.

The pain was unbearable when Mad Chain tilted his head, the painted decals on his helmet stared vacantly as his actual eyes locked onto your own. His voice dropped to a near-whisper, smooth yet razor-edged simultaneously and trembling with feverish devotion.

“If I have to crush every cable and piston… if I have to crush you frame by frame, circuit by circuit so you’ll never run again…” he hissed, eyes wide with mania. “If I have to tear you apart just to keep you then so be it.”

His saws rattled from his shoulder pauldrons and you realized with a chilling certainty- he wasn’t going to let you go.

Watt (Bowling Leaguer) 🎳

The stadium light burned bright above, the roar of the crowd fading into a distant hum in the background. Below on the bowling lanes you saw her.

Unlike other leaguers you saw along your travels, Watt stood out compared to the standard players with her bold, fiery playstyle. Orange and red with accents of green on the sides of her helmet. You thought she was the most perfect leaguer with her agility and strategic looks on the lane.

The crowd erupted again in a frenzy, Watt had sent the other opponent flying against the wall- a crater left from the impact as the poor leaguer fell slowly in pieces. “He’s probably not surviving that.” you mused. Watt was waving to the crowd along with her entourage of bowling leaguers, more than a little smug since their goal is to be as destructive as possible. You kept your eyes trained on her, however, her sharp green optics predatorily scanned the stands searching for her next opportunity.

And then she found you.

You were like a sentinel in the night, guarding the doors to heaven. Quiet and unmoving, you and Watt locked eyes with an intensity that even the orange and red femme couldn’t ignore. For the first time in a long time, Watt felt a spark of interest that wasn’t the fleeting kind that ended once the game was over.

No- she needed to have you.

Your eyes followed the femme who left through a wide opening behind her and the bowling leaguers. The crowd's cheer had waned and you decided to leave before foot traffic got bad for humans and leaguers alike. Taking one last glimpse where Watt once stood you followed the dark hallway down to the exit.

In unhurried steps, you kept walking straight down the dimly lit corridor and caught sight of your destination. A gaping maw in the setting sun at the end. A silhouette blocked your way out, their form almost hidden by the bright light. It looked like they were coming towards you.

”I saw you.” A smooth, low voice purred. You paused midstep, feeling apprehensive listening to armored steps echo the entire hall. You straightened up when Watt finally stepped into view, the light casting a sharp shadow across her face.

She had that smirk on her face, like she was studying you. You didn’t want to think the worst but hopefully she just wanted to talk, and nothing more.

“I saw you,” she repeated, stepping closer. “The way you watched. Not fear…not worshipping like the others but like I was something else.” Her tone dipped lower, almost a whisper. She was right in your face, her optics were magnetizing like highly polished emeralds. “You were analyzing- learning me, isn’t that right?”

You shook your head nervously. “I wasn’t-”

“Don’t lie!” You shut up immediately sensing her agitation. She inched in closer until there was no space between you two, the spikes on her shoulders catching the low lighting. “I can always tell when someone’s lying.”

There was a sly smile dancing her lips, curling at the corners of her mouth as she reached out. Dragging a slender metal digit along the wall near your arm, boxing you in without even touching.

“You know,” she purred, velvet over steel, “I don’t believe in coincidences. You weren’t just watching me. You were meant to see the real me.” She looked up from the shadow of her helmet.

You stepped back instinctively, but she followed at an unhurried pace- silent yet heavy. Her voice dipped with amusement as she ran her index along your collar, below the neck cables. Her optics glinting dangerously while in her mind this wasn’t a chance encounter but a way for her to claim you as hers without giving you a way out. “I don’t chase.

I don’t rush. I plan. I wait until my opponent moves exactly where I want them… and then I strike.”

The finger of the hand that was rubbing along your chest trailed up to your shoulder, not gripping, but enough to make the intent clear.

“You belong here with me,” she whispered in saccharine sing-song, “You just don’t realize it yet.”