"Duke..."
"..."
"Duke."
"..."
"Duke, if you're not happy with your life, you can-"
"I *HAVE* to, Millie! Okay!?" he yelled, startling Millie. "It doesn't matter if I want to or not, if I let that fucker take full control, EVERYONE ELSE WILL BE SCREW...
To new mother fuckers: Welcome to a weirdo's bullshit world. Whatever I say goes. If your favorite character dies a horrible death, then they die a horrible death. If you hate it, die mad about it.
To all: This idea had been floating around in my head for a while and it started as a fanfic idea for a YouTube channel called The Sun And Moon Show. Hence why this is labeled under general fiction.
I think that's everything, let's go.
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The sound of wheels rolling rang through the grey basement. Two kinds of wheels, to be accurate.
One was of a gurney's wheels as it carried a metal body strapped down while the other sounded like roller skates... wait, what?
Why would there be roller skates while... never mind...
The gurney stopped next to a machine with many wires and cords spewing from the side and into a table.
"Astreya te vanna," said a voice that seemed to speak in whispering needles. The lights flickered on as the machine and table started glowing. "Contarna sa baht."
The wires and cords extended from under the table taking the beaten-up body and gently laying it on top.
"Scanning specimen," said another voice through the speakers. "Scan complete. Status: Highly Damaged, Checking Inventory For Suitable Replacements."
The one on the skates stopped moving.
"Computer, what do you mean by 'replacements'?" she asked.
A mirror was presented before her.
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[There's supposed to be extra details on the back of her hand, but your creator is lazy.]
"You are Millie Vendetta," replied Computer. "But in the specimen's case, there are two inhabitants within the body. Both seem to register themselves with the same name and refer to each other as 'brother'."
"I see. Very well, continue checking for suitable replacements, please."
"Very well, Ms. Vendetta. They seem to like the color red. Shall I pull out red temporary substitutes?"
"Yes, but in two different shades. We need some way to tell them apart before something is settled."
"As you wish, Ms. Vendetta. I've checked their programming. Their morality is almost nonexistent."
"Please mend that at once."
"Understood, Ms. Vendetta. Mending the specimens— ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!"
Millie rushed to the computer's controls.
"Shit! Their memories!" she said as she started mashing buttons, flipping switches, etc. "No, no, no, come on, come on, come on!... Fuck!"
