//Bumping this.\\

“New recruit. Friend is a stretch.

”me too.” The words came out a lot more honest than she meant for them to. But, eh, not like she cared, only one around is the lil servbot anywhos.

“If it’s for a scary thing, then they’ll help her out. I’m sure she everything’s alright with her.”

“Eh, I’m sure she’s fine, don’t worry your lil head bout it, choom.”

//How’ve I been doing our favorite gun gremlin?\\

//‘I Really Want To Stay At Your House’ started playing on the radio after I picked it up. I’m gonna fucking weep.\\

//Just found Rebecca’s shotgun in 2077. Adam smasher, when I FUCKING GET YOU.\\

“You turned a simple dating sim into a way to watch the only other members of your little club be eaten away by their mental problems and eventually die, tried to break free of the code to be with someone in the real world, and got deleted in the process. Not judging, we all have our moments.”

”Likewise, choom. And, yeah, your file. I have one on everyone I scan. You’d be surprised what these optics can find with a simple scan.”

“President of the literature club. Trust me, your file was a doozy to read.” She chuckled, leaning back against a wall. “Name’s Lucy.”

“It’s really good. Better than anything I can do, art wise.” She chuckled, glancing at the artwork. ”No one really important. Just saw you were hard at work and was curious what you were cookin’ up.”

“Don’t wanna pry, but whatcha making there?” The glowing haired lady asked, taking notice of the other’s work.

I just want the world to know I was here. that I mattered.

𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖... 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥? 𝕐𝕖𝕤. 𝕀 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕀. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕠𝕟𝕖.

[NC] “Got himself killed saving me from a situation I caused, along with our whole crew.”

And suddenly, he went fucking blind. “Can you shut the fuck up already? Jeez.”

[NC] “Same here, man.” Pat on the back.

[NC] “Dead significant other?“

"You can’t wait to be loved. You have to go out and find it"

“In short, when your implants make you lose your mind, and murder people for no reason.”

Placing a few capsules of green substance on the table, Lucy changed the subject. “Immunoblockers. Usually used to treat cyberpsychosis, but something tells me they can work on the maverick shit.”

“Oh, you didn’t hear? Apparently he’s back. A few thousand dead from a warning shot he fired. And yeah, new recruit.”

“Ciel, yeah?” A new face greeted her, leaned against the wall. “Heard about your little situation with this Omega guy, and I think I had something that can suppress that virus he has, if you wanna see.”

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕠 Lucy: Man, I miss my crew. Maybe this job will go well enough to get my mind off of things. Rebecca:

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕠 Lucy: Man, I miss my crew. Maybe this job will go well enough to get my mind off of things. Rebecca:

“Nope, I just pulled up your file the second you started talking to me.”

+ that she absolutely didn’t steal from the poor guy she just dumped an entire magazine into.

“Dear diary. Apparently, I was supposed to fucking die! And now I’m in FUCKING HELL. Not like it’s any different from NC, but, like, cmon, when they said I’m going to hell, I thought I would have a little more time before it really happened.” She’s sitting on top of a corpse, writing in a journal +

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕠 Absolutely. Feel free to tag me in anything if you wish!

“Cuz, believe it or not, I actually can be nice.”

//SHE IS SO FUN TO WRITE AAAAA//

“Thank you. Also, if you want, I can get a way to track the dog so you don’t have to live in pure fear.“

“How about you get your non-existent nose out of my biz, shorty?“

“Hence why I don’t WANT to. Pay attention, choom. Don’t give me a reason to, ok?”

“I have my ways, choom~” Putting a hand out with a smug smile. “Lucy. And of course, I already know you.”

“Good, those things are way too cute to have to fuck with their systems. I would feel bad about it for the first time.”

“Tch, it’s just work. No need to get attached.”

“…what is that? Not judging, sounds cool, just haven’t heard of it.” Lucy laughed a bit. “You don’t need to pretend to be hip, girl. I know you’re like, what, hundreds years old?”

“Ay, you’re learning quick. Maybe you aren’t a total gonk after all.”

“Jeez, have a little fun every once in a while. And don’t think about using that beacon bomb thingie.”

“Just a gal hired to do some wetwork. Nothing crazy, just doing my job.”

“Mm, don’t like how that sounds.”

“Mhm, then tell me, you running a sandy or a cyber deck?”

“It’s almost adorable how much of a cat you act like.”

“Easy there, choom. Enjoy the peace and quiet before it all goes to shit, yeah?”

“It’s a blanket term to refer to people where I come from. Basic street slang, Miss Morrigan.”

Jolting up, the short stack gasped for air as if she had been holding her breath for hours. Immediately she felt her body for any fatal injury. Nothing? She placed her hand on her head, feeling nothing out of the ordinary. “…I’m alive? …I‘M FUCKING ALIVE! TAKE THAT ADAM SMASHER, YOU FUCKING -