My New Beginning As Chaos

War Sucks Ass

THIS CHAPTER WILL BE SOLELY ABOUT THE MAIN CHARACTERS TIME IN THE WAR AND THERE WILL BE MANY TIMESKIPS

"Deon, if someone tries to kidnap you, you have to scream, stomp on their foot, or bite them, and then dick kick their ass, ok?" You tell Deon.

"Okay." Deon nods.

Now, since you've joined Deon in the war, you thought to take this golden opportunity to make Deon a walking meme! You've been teaching him about things from the modern world, It's been amazing.

"Sister, was home a happy place?" Deon suddenly asks you. "Huh?" Why is he asking that? Doesn't h- oh... Guess it's happening now. His split personalities are coming to life soon. "Home was a happy place when we were together." You reply calmly.

Deon still looked a little down, so you took it upon yourself to wrap him like a tortilla in his blanket and snuggle him. "Hello? There seems to be an imposter! Where have you taken my sweet happy Deon!?" You cry dramatically.

"AhEm! Hello! Deon speaking, I'm here to tell my lovely twin to stop snuggling me to death before we get our asses beat by the captain!" Deon exclaimes in a girly voice.

"Okokok, I'll stop. It's good to know you're back to normal now, though." You say lazily, still laying on top of him. "Get off me!" Deon whined.

TIMESKIP:

"Soooo, how do I look?" You ask nervously. "Good." Deon gives you a thumbs up in approval. "And I look like a guy?" You ask. "As much as I do." He nods. "Eh, I guess that's good enough then." You joke. "Hey!" Deon shouts.

Today, marks the day where you begin your new life as a man. Why? Because men have more freedom and you're tired of being hit on be ugly bitches who ain't shit. Plus, men clothing is much more comfortable anyway. With the help of the General and Deon, you've made yourself a new identity as Y/N Hardt!

TIMESKIP:

"Hey... Are you alright?" The General alongside you were trying to talk to Deon. "It's been 3 days since you've been holed up in here. You need to come to your senses." The commander gently grabbed his shoulder. Meanwhile, you were checking out the empty bottles, silently hoping there was some left for you to drink.

"This is your survival method. No one will blame you for it. But since you made this decision, you also need to accept the guilt that comes with it." He consoled. You sighed after checking the last bottle, gently putting it down.

"...Pardon? What are you talking about?" Deon asked, making you and the General pause for a moment. 'SHIT! RIGHT! THIS IS IT! NO! DANG IT! FUCK!' You silently groaned at your own stupidity. "Ah, of you are concerned about my injury, I'm fine." Deon tried reassuring him. "No, the battle from earlier-" Deon cut the general off.

"General." Deon spoke. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He insisted, glaring up at him with crazed eyes. "It must have been too exhausting, so I can't recall all the details, but since I survived without killing a single enemy, I must be incredibly lucky." He smiled. The general seemed to have no words left, so you decided to step in. "Deon, why don't you get some rest, I'll be back in a minute yeah?" You smiled. "Hm, yeah, okay." He nodded, standing up and walking over to our tent.

"You. Me. Talk." Your smile fell as soon as he was out of sight and you grabbed the General by his arm. "I think a talk is in order." He nodded with a sigh.