Location: Unknown
I was back in the army.
Only I wasn't me.
If you don't get my meaning of that, I was technically a memory. A spirit. I was invisible. A ghost. At first I thought everything was normal. But then I saw...
But then I saw me. Only I was green and blue instead of pinkish red; I was sanitised.
Everyone knew me, I was an elite, but they thought everything to be normal, that I had just dyed my hair. I was screaming at them, but nobody heard me. I tried grabbing somebody, to pull them away, yet I simply passed through them. I, the sanitised version of me, brought out a syringe and stabbed one of the soldiers in the neck. The weakened soldier dropped to the ground, groaning, and looking up at me, wearing a thin smile, in horror and betrayal, before falling unconscious, weak and vulnerable. The others drew back in shock, before taking in the army behind me. Something suddenly crashed down with horribly bright turquoise ink, temporarily blocking my vision from the scene.
An inkling with a hero suit; Agent 3.
And she seemed to be the only one who noticed me.
YOU ARE READING
The Sanitized
ActionWhat if Agent 8 / Applicant 10,008 never defeated the Sanitized Agent 3? (Also, I don't ship people)
