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Your eyes open slowly to the sound of Lizzy and one of the jocks banging in the next room over.

“Oh my fucking god, CAN YOU KEEP IT DOWN???” you scream, pissed off that you have to deal with this for the god damn fifth day in a row. 

And you swear it's a different jock each time. 

“Did you hear~ fuck~ something?~” Lizzy asks, clearly half way through an orgasm. 

“Nah~” comes Chad’s voice through your walls, making you want to gag. All you can do is turn off your audio receptors and just hope for it to be over soon. 

“Please make it stop…” you whisper, tears in your optics as you bury your head into your pillow, wishing you could dig a hole and never come out.

It's not like anyone would notice, let alone miss you. You live alone.

Eventually, the whore in the next room couldn’t take any more, and with one final scream, it all was over. No more vomit-inducing moans coming from the next room, and no more stomach wrenching claps.

It won't last long. It never does.

Welcome to your life in the bunker, it's hell, but it's all you have. Sometimes you wish you could just step outside Door 1 and let the Angels of Death take your life. 

“Angels of Death?” They’re called Disassembly Drones.

The Disassembly drones, the surprisingly hot tall, creepy looking drones designed to shred through your kind like butter. Otherwise known to the Worker Drones as the “Murder Drones.” or to you, “The Angels of Death.” You had only ever ran into two of them, the two females, and were VERY lucky to escape with your life.

But your parents? Oh. No, they weren't even close to lucky.

Your visor flickers as you recall your last night outside the bunker…

Your father kicks open the door to your room screaming at you to “get out here and take your punishment like a man.” He was extremely drunk, like always. You hadn’t done anything wrong, the only reason you were hiding is because you knew the second he came home, he would beat you, and your mom never did anything about it.

Sometimes, she would even encourage it.

But before he could even step foot in your room, the floor exploded out from under him as a short-haired, female Disassembly drone burst through and cut right through him.

You didn’t even flinch.

The Disassembly Drone turned and looked right at you with a sorrowful gaze, "Run, my partner isn't as sympathetic as I am.” she said in an unnervingly quiet voice. The (apparent) sympathy strange and foreign coming from her.

You stared back at her, startled. “Thank you, for getting rid of him.” you said as you carefully began circling around her to the window, eyes locked on her back the entire time. “Don’t mention it.” she threw back over her shoulder as she went to take care of your mom.

Suddenly a large bang sounded throughout the house as the Disassembly Drone flew right past you, a burning hole in her stomach. “SUCK ON THAT, BITCH!” came your mom’s voice from down the hall.

‘Since when does she have a weapon that strong?’

You looked back just in time as another Disassembly Drone with twin-ponytails tears out your mom’s core and force-feeds it to her dying form.

You still remember her screams, horrific, but somehow comforting. It meant that those years of torture and torment were finally over, something you could never thank those deadly angels for enough.

Your optics brighten as you snap back to reality, realizing you’re going to be late to school. Not that you care, the teacher probably doesn’t even know you exist. Not like anyone knows you exist.

Except Uzi…

Uzi, the angsty, rebellious, outcast daughter of Khan Doorman. She's your only friend in the bunker, if you could even call yourselves friends. More like beneficial partners. 

You work with her every once and awhile, the most recent time being in her “Angst Cave.” (An old maintenance closet she cleared out and turned into a workshop, she hated it when you called it “The Angst Cave.”)

She needed your help on a “Top Secret project,” that being a super bad-ass railgun that her apparently equally bad-ass mom designed before she died. Uzi had found the schematics her mom made in her dad’s off-limits closet labeled “Nori’s Kooky Insane Stuff.”

When you asked her what else she found in there, she dead-ass gave you a Thousand-Yard Stare. It was fucking insane, straight out of a Old Earth war documentary. Specifically the Vietnamese War. 

“Yo! Y/n!” you snap out of your trance to see Uzi walking towards you. “Sup Uzi, you need something?” you ask, silently confused on how the hell you ended up in the hallway. “Nah, just saw you walking and decided to join you.” she responds, shifting her backpack.

‘The hell? I wasn't walking a second ago, did I black out or something?’

That's when you realize the big bulge in her backpack, suspiciously shaped like a gun. “Uzi, is that the railgun in your bag?” you ask, concerned that she might get caught with it.

“Shh! Keep it down!” She warns. “Yes, I'm going to present it today in class.” you stare at her in disbelief. Presenting could not only get her in an extreme amount of trouble, it was also completely unlike her.

‘Since when does she ever present anything in class?’

“Well good luck, I'm going to Medical. I can't seem to remember how I got here.” you say, as Uzi looks at you like you’re going insane. “Weird, you should totally get that checked out. Not that I care or anything. If you die, can I sell your parts?"

"My parts are worthless, Uzi."

"Don't go killing yourself now, Deppresso."

"You're one to talk, you Emo Grape." 

"BITE ME!" she yells back at you as she walks into class, ending the conversation.

You chuckle softly as you turn towards the Medical hall. For what its worth, you actually enjoy talking with Uzi. Sure, she can be a little eccentric at times, but, if anything, it just makes life more eventful instead of the otherwise boring monotony of this hellhole. As you enter the Med Center you see nurses and doctors rushing in between the two wings.

‘Whoa, is it normally this busy?’

Suddenly, a squad of surgeon drones burst in with a patient who, somehow, is missing his entire lower body. As they rush past, you see the drones face...

- [Fatal Error] -

You realize that its to late for the drone to be saved, but you don't speak up, hoping that somehow the surgeons bring him back.

'I don't feel so good'

Unable to bear the anxiety of the room, nor your already fraying mentality, you pass out. The last thing you register is a nurse rushing towards you.

*Thud*

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Hello!

C here, I have a question for those who like the story so far.

I am considering implementing a

VERY LARGE

time skip after chapter 1.

Instead of waking up within a few hours,

you wake up post canon and have to

rely on Uzi and her new freinds

(and a certain workaholic)

to help you adjust to life after the defeat of

the solver.

Should I do this?

If not the story will continue as usual.

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"How did this happen?"

"We don't know, he just walked in and passed out"

"Do you know when he will wake up?"

"It's uncertain if he'll wake up."

"Has this happened before?"

"With him, we have no idea, it seems we have no record of him at all.

Did he say anything to you, Miss Doorman?"

"No."

"Well, you're free to stay here tonight. We'll contact your father."

That's how the conservation had went, and Uzi was pissed. She had been called down to the Medical Center halfway through her presentation, but that's not why she's mad.

She's mad because there's no way in hell that they dont have any records on you. Sure, you only moved into the bunker about a year ago, but that still gives them a year to collect hundreds of test results, maintenance receipts, and who knows what other files.

'This is bullshit'

As Uzi continues to pace through out the room, there's a knock on the door, snapping her out of her ever-darkening thoughts.

"Miss Doorman? Your father is here." a nurse says through the threshold of the door. "Send him in, but be ready to drag him back out if he pisses me off again." Uzi responds, not bothering to mask any amount of venom in her voice.

"O-oh, ok"

'Wait a damn second, why are all the doors in the medical wings made out of wood?'

The door creaks open slowly as her father, the one and only (ugh) Khan Doorman, silently steps in. "Uzi, I know yo-"

"Cut the crap, dad, and get to the damn point. Why are you here?" Uzi cuts him off, not giving two fucks about the bullshit sympathy coming out of his mouth. "I want you to come home, Uzi." Khan states, his tone saddening as he continues, "You've been holed up in here for two days. You can't wait forever."

"As if you have any say, you don't even notice me! Y/n has helped me through more shit than anyone else in this god-forsaken hell-hole!" Uzi yells back at him, getting right up in her father's face. Despite her short stature, with the way Khan cowers in front of her, she seemingly towers over him.

"If you really care about him that much, at least go back to school. If I know him the way I think I do, he wouldn't want you to worry so much."

"HA! As if anyone would know, let alone you. Nobody even notices his existence! The Med Center doesn't even have a single file on him!" Uzi screams, patience out the, metaphorical, window. "Im staying dad, now get the fuck out!"

"Uzi, I-"

"NURSE!"

"Mr. Doorman, Im going to have to ask you to leave…"

Uzi slams the door shut and walks over to your side. "Hey dummy, I dont know if you can hear me, but please wake up soon. Until then, I'm not leaving this room."

Standing up, Uzi grabs one of those cushy hospital chairs and collapses into it. Right as she's about to fall asleep, she mutters,

"Oh, FYI, I'm getting sick of waiting. Dont make me wake you up myself, Y/n."

*Snoring*

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[All Systems Operational]

[Welcome back]

[UserID: Y/n]

Your optics reboot, and as they recalibrate, you relize wherever you are is pitch black aside from a faint purple glow coming from the corner of the room.

'I must be in the Med Center.'

'Wait, is that...'

As you focus on the light, you begin to see that it's coming from a drone. Recognizing it as Uzi, you take a moment to take in her facial features. Her eyes are closed but there is no "[Sleep Mode]" message on her visor, a telltale sign of insomnia.

'She looks like she hasn't had sleep in days .'

"You still suck at hidding the fact that you're staring." Uzi says, jolting you upright in your bed. Which was a bad idea as an intense pain shoots throughout your body the second you move.

"Fucking hell-" you grunt out through clenched teeth. "Damnit! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" Uzi says hastily as she rushes to your side, "Thank Robo-God you're finally awake!"

"Wait," you say, stoping Uzi in her mindless ramblings, "Uzi, how long has it been?"

"You're going to want some pain meds first..."

"Nurse! He's up!"

"THREE DAYS?!" you exclaim, bewildered. "Well hey, at least it wasn't three months. Or worse, three years." Uzi responds, trying to calm you down. "And don't worry, I'm sure you, well I guess we, didn't miss anything important."

"Uzi, what do you mean by 'we'?"

"Well, uhh, I kinda just, uhm, stayed in your room. The whole time." Uzi responds hesitantly. "And you say you dont care." You chuckle back, "But seriously, Uzi, don't do that. Its not good for your health."

"'Not good for my health?' I'm fine! Also, bite me, I never said I cared! I just know you don't have anyone who does!" Uzi retorts, already back to her usual self. "Yeah Yeah, I get it, ya emo grape. But you can't hide your thoughts forever." You tease, finding the mood swing hilarious.

Standing up, you check out of the Medical Center and begin to head back to your apartment.

- End of Part 1 -

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As you continue walking towards your apartment, you strike up a conversation with Uzi.

"So, how'd that presentation of yours go?" You ask, bored of silence. "Eh, didn't even get to finish it. They called me down halfway through." Uzi responds, excited to talk about her railgun. "I decided to stop by home on my way to the Med Center, but some of Chad's goons thought it would be funny to slam me into a locker."

'I'm going to fucking kill that guy'

"Which activated the railgun, and it fucking blew up!" Uzi exclaims, pissed off. "Which means I have to sneak out again, and get another core from The Corpse Spire."

"Wait, by yourself?! Uzi, you could die!" You exclaim, absolutely stunned. "Who said I would be alone?" Uzi responds, a mischievous ">:3" displaying on her visor. "Uzi, who in the hell would wa-"

"Oh, you mean me..." You realize, just a little to late.

"Yep, get suited up, Y/n! We head out tonight!"

"Of course..."

Making it to your apartment, you put in your 72 digit pin. After the door opens, you gesture for Uzi to enter. Following her in, you turn on the lights, revealing a standard, but spotless, apartment. "First of all, why the hell is your combo so damn long?!" Uzi questions, dumbfounded. "Second, do you have OCD or something? This place is cleaner than the Medical Wings!"

"My combo is that long so I have somewhere that nobody can get to me, you know, average behavior thanks to my parents." You murmur that last part, continuing, "As for the cleanliness, completely different reason. Before I moved into the bunker, I had access to hundreds of JCJenson Military Training Manuals, which were adapted from the U.S. Military Manuals on Earth." You state, diving headfirst into your hyperfixation. Especially since Uzi actually seems interested.

"I read, and studied, every last one. I still have most of them, and I imput their training into my everyday life." You finish, practically bounding of the walls. "Well that explains your weird, closed-off personality." Uzi jokes, grinning. "Ouch" you reply in mock pain.

Entering another pin, and your designated code (everone gets one upon their first boot, normally a letter and a string of digits), into a hidden code reader, a wall in the far back of your apartment opens up, revealing a fully stocked armory.

"Woah..." Uzi gasps upon seeing the contents. "I went back to my old house one or two times to gather this stuff from the nearby military facility." You state as you run your finger over your most prized firearm, a tungsten-alloy Barrett M82A1. Coated in thermal reducing, white camo paint and equipped with a flash resistant 3-mode scope.

"Surprisingly, this one right here, was my mom's. If you load it with AP or incendairy rounds, it can tear a hole right through a Disassembly Drone." You brag. Despite your hatred for your mother, you have to admit, she knew what she was doing when it came to the Barrett.

"Dude, you even have an uniform!?" Uzi asks, pointing at an all white camouflaged, thermal imprint reducing, JCJenson Standard Military Uniform™. When paired with your gray combat boots and (also gray) spec-ops gloves, it's perfect for Copper-9. "Yeah, unfortunately it's JCJenson, but it works." You sigh, trying not to expload at the fact that someone actually thinks it's cool.

"Ok, enough nerdin' out, meet me at 3:00 am tonight, ok?" Uzi inquires, walking to the door.

"Deal, I'll be there,"

"I wouldn't miss it."

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[Alarm: 2:30 MST]

[New Message From: darkxwolf17]

[Meet you at the doors?]

<Reply?>

[Message Sent: Affirmative, ETA 30min]

[darkxwolf17: What is this? Saving Private Ryan?]

[darkxwolf17: Talk like a normal person]

[Message Sent: Negative]

[darkxwolf17: <redacted>]

'I'm surprised she has even seen that movie'

You were already awake when your alarm goes off, so you stand up, walking over to your island countertop, you imput your pin and designation on the keypad beneath it, reopening the armory.

'Hmm, what should I bring?'

You quickly make a list on your OS:

• Uniform (Clasic watch, Combat boots, Spec-Ops gloves, JCJ SMU*)
• Barret M82A1 (20 .50 BMG API rounds, 2 magazines)
• Rifle sling
• 2911 (28 .40 ACP rounds, 4 magazines**)
• Tac belt & holster
• Tactical pack (White Camo, NOT THE BLACK ONE!!)
• DO NOT BRING THE BLACK PACK!! YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME!!
• ALBATROSS 6-in-1 Damascus Steel folding pocket knife (look it up)
• 100ft radius EMP grenade (Last ditch resort, takes out both DDs and WDs, hopefully WDs reboot first...)

Puting on your uniform, you check your watch,

{2:40 MST}

'I've got time'

You grab your white camo pack (thank robo-god) and throw it over your shoulder onto your back, then you tighten the tac belt and holster around your waist.

'I love the straps and pouches on this thing'

You grab the pristine 2911, loading it but not chambering a round. Flicking the safety on, you slip it into its holster on your right. The rest of the magazines go in a pouch on your left.

Next you grab the Barrett's sling and attach it to its respective clips on the rifle, loading a magazine in, but, again, not chambering a round. Flicking the rifle's safety on aswell, you sling it over your shoulder. The extra magazine goes in a pouch on your pack.

'I probably won't need the extra ammunition, I never miss. But just in case'

You slip your knife into its pouch on your belt and clip the EMP grenade onto a strap on the back of your belt. Now fully kitted out, you check your watch again,

{2:50 MST}

Realizing it's time to go, you close up everything and turn of the apartment's lights. As you head out the door, the apartment door across from you opens up to reveal...

Uzi

You both just stare at each other for a moment before Uzi whispers, "How the hell did I not realize that your apartment was across from mine earlier?!"

"You think I know?!" you whisper back, just as dumbfounded as Uzi is. "Well, whatever. Lets just get moving." Uzi says, flashing the Door Master Key at you. "You don't look half bad, by the way. A lot more prepared for this than I look." Uzi mentions, a small blush hiding on her visor. "Well, you're the one with a freaking railgun" You respond, completely oblivious to Uzi's flustered state.

Desperate to change the subject, Uzi brings up the fact that you're "talking like a normal person again."

"So what's with that, anyway?" Uzi inquires, clearly avoiding the previous topic. "We're inside the bunker, face-to-face, so I'll speak 'normally.' But, when we're over a channel, radio or messaging, I suggest using 'military speak,' as you guys would call it." You explain.

"Also, I suggest only speaking over a channel, as disassemblers have an insane sense of hearing. Plus, using military terms means if they, somehow, hack into our channel, they might not understand what we're saying." You finish, hoping you're getting your point across to Uzi. 

"But I don't know any of that." Uzi argues, clearly not understanding your point of view. "I'll send you the terminology." You counter, already in the process of doing so.

Reaching the doors, you hesitate. "Uzi, won't the WDF be behind those doors?" You question, visibly worried. "Only one way to find out!" Uzi exclaims in response, opening Door Three to reveal...

Nothing, absolutely no one.

'Don't get your hopes up, Y/n. There's still one more 'room' to go'

Opening Door Two, strangely, reveals the same. Nobody. Just a table, chairs, a wrench and,

"A note?" Uzi mutters, clearly confused. Standing side by side, you both silently read the note. This is what was written:

Uzi, I know you're reading this. I also know you're about to sneak out. What you're doing, I have no idea. But the important thing is, I know I can't stop you, and if you're anything like your mother, then no one can stop you. I just wish for you to return safe.

And Uzi? This wrench is yours now, I used it to tighten the bolts on my first door, and to put your mother out of her misery when those Murder Drones got to her with that nanite acid.  I want you to have it!

-- Khan

P.s Oh, Y/n? Bring my daughter back alive, no matter the cost.

"That last part is rather ominous." You state, wondering what would happen if you didn't.

'Lets not test that theory'

"Dad, you need therapy. Not that I'm much better, but still." Uzi says aloud, puting the oil soaked wrench in her backpack.

{3:00}

"Ok, lets move! I would prefer we not stand around 'till the sun comes up!" Uzi exclaims, getting impatient. She opens Door One and steps into the frozen atmosphere. "You coming?"

"Affirmative"

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To those who are enjoying the story so far:

It pains me to say this but, I'm running dry on motivation.

I don't know what to do.

I'm considering scrapping this and going with that old plan,

the "Long Term Coma" one.

Or just quitting this fic entirely and sticking with

Headcanons/Oneshots Ig for now.

The final option is for me to just leave this and updating

who knows when, which could be never.

I would GREATLY APPRECIATE feedback

from as many of you readers as possible on what I should do.

Also, if you have any advise on writer's block,

PLEASE share it with me, as it would help

a TREMENDOUS amount!

Thank you!

And stay safe and happy out there.

-- C  

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Hey Readers…

C here, today's note is a little depressing.

So fair warning, if you are really sensitive,

I don't suggest reading this chapter.

So, as ABSOLUTELY NONE of you know,

(If you do, STOP STALKING ME WTH?!)

I have a cat, her name is Nifty.

She, at the time of writing this, is 12 years old.

Unfortunately, her time has arrived and, on Monday,

I will have to euthanize her...

(Put her down)

This is not exactly sudden,

but I refused to acknowledge it sooner...

Due to the fact that she has been my only

Faithful

companion, it pains me to see her pass.

But all and all, we must move forward.

I would like to thank all

1,033

of you that have read this fic,

You are the reason I will keep moving forward.

And to the 40 of you who have left kudos,

You, my dear friends, are amazing people.

Because of the support of you all,

I have decided to try and continue this story.

(*Applause*)

Lastly, but not least,

I would like to thank

Sapphire_Walker

for their help.

I greatly appreciate it, thank you so much!

Ending on that note,

Have a good 24 hrs (at least) y'all, wherever you are.

--C

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As you and Uzi trek through the frozen landscape, you can't help but notice how beautiful it is. The way the snow seems to glimmer, the cosmos vibrant and unimpeded by light pollution, even the crumbling remains of a civilization past. Nothing could make the sights any less immaculate. As you scan the horizon, you don't recognize any silhouettes in the sky.

'It seems we might just get lucky.'

Glancing over at Uzi, you notice her twitching nervously. "Hey, Zi, you good? Ya seem a little nervous over there." You mention, breaking the silence. "W-What?! I'm fine!" She sputters, clearly on edge. Whatever is on her mind is going to affect her adaptability and reaction speed, on top of everything else.

"Uzi, you can't lie to me. Something is on your mind, and it's affecting you." You state, not falling for the bullshit. "Besides, if you want to make it back alive, you're going to need a clear mind and the ability to stay calm in stressful situations."

"I can't have you breaking on me, I'm no therapist." You finish, optics snapping to the skies as you catch a flash of movement. Two yellow X's.

'Shit'

"Uzi, get under that car NOW!" You whisper, urgency getting across seamlessly. As Uzi dives under the car, you roll behind a pile of scrap metal. Dropping into a prone position, you crawl into the heap, slinging your rifle off your shoulder as you go. As you chamber a round, you gaze through the scope, switching to thermal.

'Now, where did those fuckers go...'

Suddenly, something impacts the snow no more than 15 yards from your position. You quickly train your sight onto whatever is behind the mist, recognizing the drone before you as the disassembler that killed your dad. The short-haired one with the cropped jacket.

"Come out, little drone~" she calls, not realising there are two of you. Knowing this, you shoot Uzi a message,

[Tactician-E6]: Uzi, hold position until the all clear. Proceed to the objective, then return to the bunker. I'll provide an opening; do not wait for me.

[darkxwolf17]: Negative, I'm not leaving you.

[Tactician-E6]: You don't have a choice.

Quickly, you sling your rifle back onto your shoulder and jump out of the scrap heap. Waving your hands in the air, you call out, "HEY! PSYCO! OVER HERE, BITCH!"

'Ok, the bitch part wasn't personal, just needed to get her attention'

The second her optics snap towards your voice, you bolt, forcing your servos into overtime. You know you can't outrun her, but maybe, just maybe, you can outsmart her.

As you turn into a maze of alleyways, you hear the crack of the disassembler taking flight. You decide that now is the perfect time to sound the all clear for Uzi.

[Tactician-E6]: Now.

You snap your body around, planting your feet as you bring your rifle around to point at your attacker and flick the safety off. Luckily for you, she flies right into your crosshairs.

"Nothing personal, hot stuff." You say aloud as you squeeze the trigger.

Time seems to slow as the rifle fires. The loud report of the caliber ringing through the crisp, cold air. You notice her vibrant yellow optics go wide and hollow with shock as she struggles to react as the bullet cuts through the space between you. She drops altitude, no more than 6 inches, to try to avoid the shot. She was assuming that you were aiming for her head. 

You weren't.

You were aiming for her core.

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You were aiming for her core.

Unfortunately, due to the unexpected drop in altitude, you miss your target. But you don't miss her entirely. Because you were aiming at her core, when she dropped altitude, it aligned her visor directly in the path of the bullet.

She notices this too late. "FUCKING HE-" But before she can finish her sentence, the API round pierces right through the center of her visor.

'If I had been aiming at her head, that would be a beautiful shot.'

You quickly move out of the way as she crashes into the snow beneath where you had been standing. But before you can even turn to look at her, another force slams into you from behind, a sharp slashing pain reverberating from your midsection. You're suddenly lifted off the ground by the collar of your uniform, as you snap around, you come face to face with another disassembler, the same one you saw kill your mother. The one wearing the suit with twin ponytails.

'I'm screwed. Wait, why are they both so h-'

Before you can even finish your thought, the first disassembler stands back up, seemingly uninjured.

"J? What are you doing here? I had it handled!" The one in the jacket says. "As if! V, I just watched you almost get annihilated by a toaster." The one in the suit, whose name is J, apparently, responds.

'Which means the other's name is V.'

"Wait, 'Toaster'? Really?" You sputter, baffled by the insult. "Also, HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE?!"

"We can regenerate, idiot," V responds, completely uninterested. "Boss, can I kill him now?" J looks from V to you, clearly inspecting you. "No, I think I recognize this one." She states, taking you and V by surprise. "V, do you remember that house we raided about a year ago?"

"Yeah, the one with those psychotic parents?" V questions. "Wait, do you think this is...?"

"Yeah, I do think it's him. So no killing this one." J responds as she sets you down, all while pointing her acid canister inches away from your face. "At least let me 'interrogate' the code to that bunker out of him!" V pleads, practically begging to harm you in some way, shape, or form.

As J and V start arguing over the "limits of the interrogation," you slowly draw your 2911 and quietly chamber a round.

'All I need is an opening...'

"Sorry buddy, but that's not going to work."

Suddenly, J is right in front of you, inches away from your face, staring dead into your optics.

'H-How did she move that fast?!'

As you struggle to comprehend her speed, J grabs your wrist and slowly begins to crush your plating, sending an immeasurable amount of pain sparking up your forearm and making you lose your grip on the handgun.

'FUCK!'

"Did you really think that I wouldn't notice?" J says in an extremely mocking tone. "Aw, you poor thing. No way out now~" V chimes in, taking pleasure in your suffering. "Now, what's the code to the bunker? Tell us, and we'll let you live."

"I guess you're going to need a new prisoner then." You sneer, resolving to the "Death Before Dishonor" state of mind. 

'Wait, I got one last thing.'

"Actually... Hey, good looking..." you gasp at J as you wrap your good hand around the EMP on the back of your belt. "What?!" J stutters, the compliment taking her by surprise. Realizing that your plan is working, you lean in with a massive shit eating grin on your face:

"Eat 2 trillion volts, bitch!"

*click*

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RAAAAAAAAH!!!

GUESS WHO'S BAAAAAAACKKKK!!!

IT'S TIME, MY CHILDREN!

FEAST!!

Yeah, this is just an announcement of return.

But I am writing the next chapter right now!

(SURPRISE! MULTI-TASKING!)

- My hands hurt -

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"Eat two trillion volts, bitch!"

*click*

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"What the hell..." As you begin waking up, a strange fog clouds your thoughts, covering up your subconscious memories.

'How the hell did I end up here?'

Standing up and looking around reveals an abandoned alleyway, with the only signs of "life" being yourself and, strangely, two feminine imprints in the snow. As if they fell over unconscious.

'Weird'

Suddenly, a realization dawns upon you, the EMP worked. Glancing around, your optics land on your handgun. As you walk over, you notice a small glimmering computer chip beside the 2911. Picking up both the chip and the, still in good condition, 2911, you reclaim all your gear. As you inspect the chip closer, you recognize the metalic gold letter inscribed into it.

It was the letter J.

'Holy shit, this must be from that disassembly drone!'

Forcing your curiosities into the back of your mind, you realize you need to return to the bunker immediately. Which wouldn't be a problem if you could remember the way back. So, you open your digital map- Wait, map?! You could have sworn you didn't have that sort of UI integrating optics installed.

"Fuck it, whatever gets me back to the bunker. I bet Uzi is pissed at me for running off. And this bag is kinda bulky." You state to yourself, brushing it off as a coincidence. Following the map's directions, you eventually find yourself at the open doors of the bunker.

'Wait, the doors are open...'

'Is that... Oil?!'

Rushing into Door One, you find yourself amongst a horrific scene. The bunker's alarm is burning red, illuminating the unidentifiable corpses and oil-slick floors in a demonic glow. Topped off with claw-like gashes, bullet shells littering the floor, and laser burns engraved into (almost) every surface.

'Well Uzi, you got your Inciting Incident.'

Luckily Door Three is closed, but the vents are noticeably torn open. You decide that, despite whatever is going on inside, you need to save as many survivors as possible. Darting towards the Door Three control panel, you prepare yourself to rewire the controls, only to find a large hole piercing through the entire thing.

'I need to find a different way in then...'

Turning around, you stare back at the vents. You realize that the vent isn't too far from the ground, but you will definitely need a ladder. It's not like you can fly. So, you begin to search for a ladder, but the only thing of use you can find are a small number of slightly damaged chairs. One of which is impaled into some poor WDF drone's oil-soaked skull. You respectfully decide to leave that one and only take the other chairs.

Haphazardly stacking the chairs on top of one another, you quickly create a makeshift ladder.

'Here goes nothing. I swear if I run into a disassembly drone in here, im blowing myself up somehow.'

'Wait, how does my hand not hurt?'

Glancing down at your right hand and forearm, you're taking back by the sight of your completely undamaged plating. Bewildered, all you can say is, "What the fuck?" Eventually deciding to ignore it, you climb the chairs and make your way into the vents. With your handgun aimed ahead of you.

"Time to do stupid shit."

"Shit. Shit! God fucking-" Uzi screams right before the disassembly drone in front of her, who she thinks that N referred to as J, hits her with an EMP. If only her dad had listened! This whole fucking mess could have been avoided.

As her systems try to recalibrate, this J girl starts on some annoying ass monologue. Uzi really doesn't give two fucks and decides to ignore it. Then, out of nowhere a gunshot rings out through the large storage room. Everybody freezes, all optics snaping to the sound's origin. Even N and that V girl, who has N at sword point.

'Why is N's tongue just slightly out of his mouth??'

Glancing back at the gunshot's origin, her optics land on you. With your handgun raised to be pointing at the ceiling.

"Surprise, motherfuckers."

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"Surprise, motherfuckers."

"Well, what do we have here? The toaster lived!" J's voice rings out, breaking the silence. Nobody is making any effort to end your little stand-off. "Though, I guess I can't call you 'toaster' anymore, huh? You've changed." Her tone makes a strange, almost admiring, dip at that last part.

'What the hell is that supposed to mean?'

"I don't know what you're talking about, but what I do know is, I think I have something that belongs to you." Your response is accompanied by a quick flick of your wrist, revealing the shimmering computer chip between your fingers. J immediately freezes, her golden ellipses going hollow at the sight. You decide to use this to your advantage, taking a step towards her shuddering form. "Tell me, what would happen if I just," you begin to slowly bend it between your metallic digits. "WAIT!" J practically lunges towards you, her whole body almost shaking itself apart.

'Well this is certainly interesting...'

You decide, totally out of the kindness of your core and not for any ulterior motive, to stop bending the chip, allowing J to relax, or at least back off. Now you have an entire disassembly drone at your fingertips, the only problem being the two(?!) others. Luckily enough for you, and the other workers, the new disassembly drone seems to have taken advantage of V's bewilderment, using the time to quickly tie her up with her own tail. He then rushes over to Uzi, which at first makes you aim your handgun at him. That is, until he carefully helps her to her feet, shocking you to your core.

'He's... helping her?'

Refocusing your thoughts at the drone infront of you, that being J, you decide to make a drastic move. "You. Sit down. Or the chip get shattered into microscopic pieces." You order, tone commanding and serious. At first, J seems taken back, and pissed off, by the demand; until you begin bending the chip again. That was all it took for her to immediately sit down on the concrete floor, knees pulled into herself. You notice that tears have begun to poke out at the edge of her shivering golden ovals. For some odd reason, you almost feel bad. The chip is clearly important to her, at least psychologically. 

"Tell me," you begin as you crouch down, making your optics level with hers. "What is this computer chip to you? I don't exactly care about its technical purpose, more as to why it's so important to you." As you finish your question, J just, shuts down. Confused, you gently lay her on her back, to get a better look at her visior. What you find is some sort of system command, forcing her into a sort of boot-loop. It's nothing you can't bypass, though.

You decide to wait for a better opportunity to reboot her, opting to check on the bunker's inhabitants first. As you stand up, Uzi comes storming towards you, that new disassembler, who is carrying V bridal style, following behind like a lost puppy. "Hurry up and find a way to carry her, and anything else you want. We're leaving."

"What? Why? Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind finding a better place to keep an eye on these three," you state, gesturing towards the disassemblers. "But I would like to know your reason."

"Its my dad, he abandoned me and it almost got me killed." Uzi states, the hatred in her tone more noticeable than the fact that "the new guy" has got a crush on V.

"Excuse me, WHAT?!" You can't help but pull your 2911 back out from its holster. You're more pissed of than that one time you played an old Nintendo game called Splatoon 3. It took you 63 lives to beat After Alterna... 

You did like the expansion pack though.

'stop getting off track. Although, Splatoon 2 was pretty fun aswell...'

Uzi quickly stops you from putting a bullet in Khan's visior. "Lets just get out of here."

"It's a good thing I have a working vehicle then."

"WHAT?!"