Retail doll
Combat doll who was built for a war that never happened. Now she has to clock in for her retail job and try not to flip her shit on all the customers who give her weird looks. It’s not her fault she was built to rip tanks in half and pull damaged vehicles to safety. She didn’t ask to be this big, this intimidating, this dangerous. She’s just a sweet girl who wants to protect the people she cares about. All she wants is to find community with the other dolls like her.
She wants to feel safe and normal for once but updating your own firmware is easier said than done when your parent company liquidated their maintenance division. Now her ball joints hurt, threat alarms and maintenance reminders chime constantly in her head, and combat endorphins flood her subsystems at random.
Things are getting better as time passes, she has friends now. But they struggle the same as her and a group of dolls draws even more attention than usual. She thinks they should all run away and start their own society. Dolls are safer in numbers after all…
