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i perhapse died like an idiot and got yeeted into ADIPGTSMD

Summary:

so you know i was just chilling untill I GOT FUCKING BURNED ALIVE

i only own AK

world building and all that bs is property of joecola which is the fic AK got put into BTW
check out his fic for info i wont re-explain it
ps its only available for ao3 members

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thanks for clicking

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: i get deaded

Chapter Text

Ryan

So I was just having a nice warm cup of coffee. Then my door starts burning which y’know bad for my prolonged survival, me being an idiot, threw my very flammable wooden chair at the fire.
Look, I was panicking alright, cut me some slack! Fire engulfed the room. And thus i died alone and a virgin, but that is only the start of the story here you see the universe may not totally hate me since i got launched out of my body into a weird black space where I saw some powerful figures and clearly expiriened childeren fight against a woman made of swirling dirt and rocks, she looked half asleep for some reason and a blond dude was flying? Some guys who look like they're from the KKK were burning down tents and levitating people in the air, before they look up and teleport away with a crack. In front of me two robots one with wings another with a rifle glowing with green light which oh fuck thats murder drones, shitshitshitshitshit im going right towards it. Please don't be a portal. I begged to a deity who probably laughing at my misery right now. The picture became clearer as i feel myself being sucked in like a whirlpool.

I wake up in a body 2-3 feet shorter. I can't feel my eyes and I have a HUD around my vision not to mention the giant fucking crack on my visor.
(So yes dear reader i did get fucking yeeted into murder drones.)
Fuck you non descript deity that litteraly threw me into murder drones. Well im here now so time to not die hopefully so that I don't get put in 40K or something. I stood up and looked around, the sun was about halfway across the sky, good I have time. Wait, I just woke up after seemingly dying, leme check. I stick three fingers out towards a piece of rubble about the size of my hand,
A teal blue hexagon with three arrows pointing out wraps around the object and appears in front of my fingers. I moved it around a bit and I remember that solver drones cant survive in direct sunlight, soo what the fuck its mid day i should be burning.
I looked down and realized I was under the shadow of a large building, but this wasn't good i could only explore at night when the murder bots (Not a mistake just an in universe thing that I hadn't watched the show in a while) are hunting, i needed a base of operation a stable source of oil and not to die like a dumbass, something im not good at.

I walked up to the building which sheltered me from the sun, it was an old bakery.Wait! I might be able to salvage it! Worst case scenario, I get some knives in case of threats. Speaking of other people, I need a name, definitely not my old one. What are some naming conventions for main characters…
Objects and one letter names i guess, hmm oh how about a gun like a mark9 oh how about M9!
Nah too edgy and not cool, hmm some weapons RPG’s, nah ,AK47, hm what about AK. Yeah AK isnt bad!
???
Whist having this little narration in his mind Ryan sorry im mean "AK" smashed through the door scattering bits and pieces everywhere he sees a layer of dust cover every inch of the old bakery walking through it he is ignorant to the presence watching him. He picks up a knife as he absentmindedly starts doing some motions with it before his eye-motes hollow out, it seems he finally feels presence stalking him

Chapter 2: need for survival

Summary:

AK will now realise how absolutely fucked he is if he cant get a base of opperations and promptly gets a base of operation

Notes:

clearing up some lore since im a bad writer the thing with AK is NOT the thing who brought it here. it does however relish in his pain think sukuna and itidori from JJK
AK idiot dumbass with 0 responsibility or common sense
??? smart person and the only reason AK is alive but they do hate each other.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

AK
‘SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!
I thought, hiding behind a cupboard.
Please don't be a DD.’ I begged to the empty abyss of space
“Shut up, you'll be fine.” a deep, shit eating voice said in my head.
“And who are you mister high and mighty?” I asked with enough sass to make percy jackson jealous.
“Someone sadly stuck to you.” he answered with un ending apathy.
“And why oh why am I stuck with you?” i said getting pissed off
“Not my choice, I would have picked the other one.” he said like he hadn't dropped a view changing thing.
“... Other one?” I asked, losing all sass or sarcasm in my voice.
“Yes dipshit the other one.” he said without a hint of caring in his voice.
“WHATS HIS NAME. NOW!” I thought with enough conviction that even I didn't know I had.
“Joseph.” it replied emotionless.
“Yes," I whispered quietly idiotically. I forgot something was looking for me.

A clawed hand ripped the cupboard from in front of me shattering it into pieces, I looked up to a fairly short murder drone with shoulder length hair grinning like she got a new toy for christmas. Me being a complete degenerate with no regards for his life said “ Would.” Can you see why I'm a virgin now?
Now the murder drone probably completely disgusted and weirded out lost its killer cross replaced with hollow optics

Serial Designation O

Did that barely sentient toaster call me cute what the fuck im confused i thought they feared us so in the hell is this one flirting with me???
His OS is probably damaged considering he has a giant crack along his face, yeah thats its yeah definitely dont feel any attraction for this barely sentient toaster so why the fuck is it affecting me so damn much? RAH WHATEVER JUST KILL HIM!

I snapped back to reality where he was gone fuck welp im gonna self contemplate on that for about 3 days.

AK
‘How the fuck did that work’ i thought checking behind me to make sure she didnt come back from being flirted on by her food.
Turning a right i find a cooking oven, i scramble in it isnt the best hiding spot but its so dumb that it might work pretty much my only real skill
‘Im fucking screwed.’ the apathetic little shit in my head said.
‘Why is that dipshit?’ I ask in actual curiosity.
‘Since you die i die too shit head.’ he answered displaying the first emotion I’ve ever felt from him.
‘Unluckily for you, you got stuck with me.’
‘Shut up, you will alert her again.’
‘So what, she's hot.’
‘…are you okay?’
‘Fuck no!’

Notes:

writen at my grandma's house
AK has ZERO self preservation skills or filters

Chapter 3: exestential crisis number 19

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(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

???
Now that dipshit is no longer in a life threatening situation, panicking, or being an idiot he felt all the body dysmorphia, panic, pain, and him being a god damned robot at the same time. I graciously muted his external speakers and let him yell his heart out.

*1 hour later*
SHUT THE FUCK UP!

AK

Now that I'm done having 19 existential crises at once I got my shit together.
Ok im trapped in joe’s fic so i got backup sadly im alone until i can get to outpost 3 which wont happen until i get to the outpost nearest to me as the DD who attacked me wasn't N,V, or J. I must be in another outpost area, step one is to get to the local outpost or outpost three if I can, thank God I kept that knife from the bakery and if my theory about the solver is true then I get cool powers ( Author's note. I believe that your solvers color influences what special stuff you get ie yellow is centipede purple is bat wings and tail red is teleport and multiply.)
I rase my hand twoards my knife and the blue solver simbol apeared again but befor i could do anything my low oil reserves kindly reminded me of them.
Seeing the corpse spire fairly close i idioticaly think. ‘Yeah lets go to the murder drones house!’

A short trek away i find myself gourging ont the insides of some drones befor the hunger ceases and i finnaly realize im commiting canibalism which is bad for my digestive track but for the sake of survival i just ignore the bile comming up my throaght.
Once my oil level was topped of i beggan waddeling away waddle waddle.

SD O
The flirty, damaged drone was somehow no longer damaged and… eating another worker drone, what the fuck is wrong with that flirty drone.
I swooped down and landed on him befor a knife came flying out of nowhere and cut my danm head off!

Notes:

(It is now the first week of school for joe im ading this as a time metric so that people wont get confused, UNLIKE SOME WRITERS jk love your work joe!)

Notes:

poor me doesnt know that hes in ADIPGTSMD the dude will be so relieved once he knows he has backup but probably terified once he learns the au he is in
this took me like 3 days since i needed a good foundation