Heart of the war. [Smii7y x Reader]

sixty seven❗

A/N - what theories do you guys have for the 'mysterious' person 😈😈(read till end)

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"-I hope the history books leave out the pain he is to work with." The voice read out. Over the span of 3 more rounds, they successfully captured all the correct mimics.

"I feel like crying." Smii7y smiled, huffing.

"Yeah, same." Everyone--yes everyone-- agreed at the same time.

It wasnt time to fight orda yet though. It was only round 25, and orda doesnt show up until 30-32. And the easteregg isnt completed.

Y/N ran a finger through her hair, sighing. Everyone made it back to the helipad safely after booking it to the transference station.

A certain grueling sound caught everyones attention, especially Tylers. Mimi was standing directly behind Tyler, making him tense up in fear. The baby was tugging at his pants, making him ease a bit.

"Aww, Tiny likes you." Y/N smiled, motioning to the baby.

"Why is it oddly cute..?" Tyler giggled, picking up the child.

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"Is he ready for deployment?"

- "No sir. We are still implanting fake memories. Y/Ns are fully developed, but his...arent developed. We must keep him."

"Still no? I may just fucking send him right now. Theyve already met, what could go wrong?"

- "That may not be the best desicion. If the implanted memories arent fully developed, worse comes to worse he gains his actual memories back.

What are they talking about?

Why am i...strapped to this chair again..? Ive..ive been here before. But i cant remember. Maybe its got to do with my Memories theyre discussing.

Its sick and twisted..im their sick and twisted experiment. And i cant do anything about it.

He thought as he was wheeled out the room after they unplugged the patches they stuck to his chest and arms.

"Remember what i told you." He spoke to him.

And as he placed a Ghost-Skull face in his hands, memories of this place began to fade and shatter in the specimens mind.

"The weaker she will be, the better for us. You will be paid well." And with those sentences the mans blood boiled, walking out into the helicopter.

As their Experiment left with no recollection of the events that just took place, and a mission to find a certain Girl, They chuckled together.

One man left the other to go work on the memory transferral, leaving one man to gaze off into the sky, wondering how itd go.

"Fool to think he would be paid," he chuckled to himself, "in sweet release of death he will be paid."

"Im afraid not."

"Huh-!"

BANG

The body dropped, making a dull thud. It was loud enough that the previous man had rushed back into the room.

"Whats the meaning of this-!"

BANG!

The man clutched his leg immediately.

"D-D..."

"Dont call me by my name, filth," The specimen spat on his abuser.

"How does it feel like to be put down like the dirty dog you are?"