MY CYBERPUNK HERO (AU-Reader-Insert)

Cyberpsycho in the Penthouse: Part 3

Friday rolled around and it was time to go meet up with the squad. However, you had somewhere to be beforehand, so you texted Bakugo that you'd be a bit late.

You parked your bike in the small parking lot next to the chapel and took off your helmet. The spring air smelled like freshly cut grass and paved cement with a hint of trash. Ahhh, thanks Night City.

The chapel itself was more tall than wide. It stood several stories high and had a bell that rung at every hour. Or at least it was supposed to, no one has been in charge of the bell in years. One in a while you could hear the occasional ring, thanks to whichever courageous homeless person decided to make the trek.

You walk around the building towards the stone steps in front of the chapel and opened one of the large doors. The light peaked inside and slowly filled the room, beautiful colors filtered through the stain glass onto the pews and altar.
To the left was a long hallway that that lead to several rooms.

At the very end of the hallway was a door propped open. You could hear voices coming from the room, but you've been here plenty of times, so it wasn't new to you.
You enter a large meeting room with a circle of chairs, and a small table near the door with a box of donuts and coffee on it.
Some people were already in seats, conversing. Others were standing near the donuts or grabbing coffee.
The room smelled like Lysol and lemons, and the cold AC was a godsend compared to the hot summer air of Night City.

"Hey y/n!" A tall man waved you over from the circle, "You made it just in time! We're starting in about a minute!" He walked back around and chose his usual seat while people started to gather towards him. You made sure to grab one of the pamphlets that sat near the coffee station.

As you walked to your seat, familiar faces were saying hi, giving you small waves. There was one particular face you had not seen before, who was in the seat next to you. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and a notable scar in the center of his forehead. He looked jittery and uncomfortable, which is pretty normal when you're a newbie.

After a few seconds when everyone had found their seat, the man from before cleared his throat.
"Welcome back everyone, it's good to see everyone's faces. For those who are new here, my name is Tony. We'll start with the Serenity Prayer."
As if on queue, people started to recite alongside him.

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can; and the wisdom to know the difference."

"Thanks everybody. If you didn't know the prayer, that's okay! You will learn it with time." He looked around the room with a genuine smile on his face, eventually making eye contact with you.

"Can we get a reading for today? Y/n would you be able to start for us? We only get to see you about once a month now, "

You pulled the pamphlet out, folding the front page over. You noticed the new guy next to you didn't have one and was peering over, so you angled the paper slightly so he could read it while you spoke. You looked around the room and introduced yourself.

"Hi my name is y/n, and I'm a former cyberpsycho."
The group responded, "Hiiii, Y/n." You looked down at the pamphlet,

"We do recover," Oh, I remember this one, "When at the end of the road we find that we can no longer function as a human being, either with or without cybernetics, we all face the same dilemma. What is there left to do? There seems to be this alternative: either go on as best we can to the bitter ends - jails, institutions, or death - or find a new way to live. In years gone by, very few cyberpsychos ever had this last choice. Those who are struggling today are more fortunate. For the first time in mans entire history, a simple way has been proving itself in the lives of many cyberpsychos. It is available to us all. This is a simple spiritual - not religious - program. Known as Cyberpsychosis Anonymous." You closed the pamphlet.