ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

That Damned Cult

(Farcry 5 au cause I've been playing the game)

WORDS: 1151

PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM

GENERAL SETTING: HOPE COUNTY, MONTANA

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=3rd pov (Lim)=

"Find the Sinners!"

"Kill the Heretics!"

"I think I heard them over here, this way!"

The shouts of Peggies and howls of wolves filled the night air as a strange group ran away from the gunshots, luckily, in the opposite direction of where the peggies were headed. The group ran off into the woods, some lagging behind more than others, but in the end, they all stopped by the edge of the road to catch their breath. The 6 of them looked at each other before one of them spoke up. "What the hell was that?" The tallest said. They were all staying in Montana for a few weeks to do some sightseeing and research about rumors that had spread around about the county. Some people were even afraid to go around the now not-so sleepy town because of talk of people going missing, a cult, hell, even some officers going missing. The group had been in a helicopter as their pilot talked about the rumors before it was shot down. All of them somehow survived, none of them really noticing their wounds until their adrenaline wore off, which was right about now.

Everything hurt. A lot. The group wandered along to cross the road when a yellow hummer stopped in front of them. "Shit..." The one with the knight helmet mumbled. Why he brought the thing, nobody knows. It was a surprise the thing wasn't dented. Two figures exited the vehicle, the one on the driver's side got out, standing about 6 feet tall. From the same door, a dog hopped out. A gun was pointed at the group as they all put their hands up. "Keep 'em where I can see 'em." He said as he cautiously approached them. The dog approached them while growling, keeping the group together. They were honestly too tired to fight back. The man took out his phone, still keeping his gun aimed at them while it rang. 

"Sharky, did you find the helicopter? Was it Peggies or survivors?" The voice asked, they sounded out of breath, and shouting could be heard in the background. "Survivors, Rook. What should I do?" He asked. "What should you do? Sharky, you've got one hell of a bad memory, I told you to bring 'em back. I know you're tryin' to scare 'em, just bring 'em here." The voice responded. "Oh, C'mon, Rook! I was tryin' to be intimdatin'!" Sharky said as the voice on the other end laughed. "Alright, load 'em up, before any peggies find ya." The voice said before the phone beeped. Sharky grumbled before turning his attention to the group. "Alright, you heard Rook, load up! Might be a tight squeeze considerin' I wasn't expectin' this many of ya." He said as the group followed him to the hummer, all getting in the back.

"Wait why does the dog get to sit in the front?"

"Because I can trust he won't kill me."

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The drive back to the base wasn't long, but the awkward silence was terrible.

Pulling up to an open field with a few rocks strown around, the group got out of the vehicle following Sharky. As he approached the center of the field, he reached down and pulled up, two metal doors covered in fake tall grass. Waving them down the concrete staircase, the all filed down, the taller of the bunch having to duck down before the ceiling opens up and he can stand fully again. Walking down a hallway, Sharky stepped in front of them and swiped a card on a device next to the door, the light on the lock going from red to green as he pushes it open, holding it open for them to step in.

The dog that had been in the car ran forward, barking happily as ran into a room with an open door. Chuckling could be heard as someone spoke. "Hey, Boomer," They said as the dog sat in the doorway wagging its tail as the group walked in. "Hey, Sharky," They said, giving a small hey as he walked to the room, the group behind him. "No, way..." Sharky said looking at the person who sat in a recliner in the corner of the room, one leg propped over the other as they polished a rater shiny red gun, the rag they used covered in a dark red substance. What was even stranger, was the huge bear with a collar and the cougar with a collar who sat next to them.

"Is that..?" 

"Jacobs? Yeah."

"How did you..?"

"He's dead. Killed him with his own gun. Bastard got what he deserved," They said throwing the cloth aside and slung the gun over their back. "Now! We have guests, yes?" They said walking towards the group, sticking out their hand. "(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n), but everyone just calls me Rook. Nice to meet you." They say as Fitz nervously shakes their hand. Pulling back, he realizes its covered in a some blood splatters. Wiping his hand off they smiled. "How you all feeling? Any pain?" They asked as they walked to  the other side of the room, picking up a med kit and gesturing the group in. As they sat on the couch, they popped open the kit and started tending to their wounds. A record could be heard playing in the background as the sweet sounds of Billy Joel's 'Its Still Rock and Roll To Me' started.

"So, a Helicopter crash, huh? Know how that feels." They said finishing up wrapping wounds and placing the med kit down, receiving confused looks. "How do you think I got here? My squad came down here to arrest Joseph and we got shot down. As far as I know, I'm the only one of them that survived." They finished up as the cougar headbutted their knee as they pet the animal. "And I'll be damned if I let him kill me too."

"We'll help."

Everyone looked at the helmeted man in shock. "C'mon guys! This could be a chance to make one for the history books. We could save so many people from this damn cult!" He shouted. Smiling, (Y/n) tossed him a rifle. "I like your spirit, Helmet!" They said grabbing a motorcycle helmet that had been slightly modified, the white paint chipping away to reveal the black metal underneath, the hangover bit of the mask and the bottom bit the jutted out had two sharp teeth on them, the visor was tinted orange. "Who's with me?" 

One by one, they all stood up. "Glad to see we got more recruits. Now c'mon, lets get you all armored up and get some basic training in. It's gonna take some spirit to get past Joseph."

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yeah this has been in the drafts for 8 months, but hey, at least its done!