Acceptance: Another Reader X Ralsei

Do Andrioids Dream of Elastic Sleet?

Credit to Hikita. 

Notice:

About sodakatze's departure. I will miss them greatly. They contributed massively to the Ralsei fanfiction scene. Hell, I know for a damn fact I wouldn't be here, typing this message without them.

Your beliefs matter more than writing, I know that, and I fully support your decision.

 I bid you farewell friend. 

Until we meet again. - Catsoupus Doobus.

A white blinding light filled your vision after you awoke from that 'fever dream'. You could faintly hear someone calling out to you.

???: HEY! Y/N! YOU BETTER NOT BE DEAD!

You groan and slowly get up. Your ears were ringing and your eyes, blurry. It was hard to see or hear who was who.

3 figures stood in front of you. You were half expecting to be asked 4 questions, but that thought would be promptly cut off when they started speaking amongst themselves.

???: Oh, the edgy military man is still here!

???: Lancer for the last time, THEY ARE NON-BINARY!

???: Well, does it matter? I can't believe we are saving. . . This. . . Thing. (sigh) How far have I fallen?

You manage to get up, and your eyes and ears slowly adjust to your surroundings.

You were in a white bleak room, similar to those someone with a mental illness would be placed.

The 3 figures in front of you were just Susie, Berdly and Lancer.

"Where's Kris?" You ask, brushing yourself off.

"That other delinquent is just outside your prison cell. . ." Berdly explains, still a little resentful towards the other party members.

You stepped out of your room, only to be met with red lavish carpets, expensive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and blue pots that housed equally blue flowers.

Red doors lined the wall, it was a bit expensive for a prison, but it was a prison nonetheless. Though the doors were branded by Queen's face, mocking you in a sense.

Kris sees you walk out of the room and merely gives you a nod of the head, before joining you at the back of the line.

Once everyone was in position, you couldn't help but notice that Lancer looked, greyish and kind of sickly. You were going to ask about it, but Susie decided it was her turn to speak.

Susie: "Hey, can you. . . Like, cure illness at all?"

You shook your head. "The trauma kit is for wounds, not sickness" Susie looked disappointed, and she growled slightly.

You moved to the left, only to find yourself looking at a room around halfway full of shovels. You already had a good idea on who did this.

After witnessing the ungodly number of spades, you instead move to the right, where after a while, you come across a puzzle of sorts.

"Looks like a puzzle" Susie nonchalantly says.

"Yeah, no s**t." You reply, pointing at both the coloured lights and the switches on the wall. "You know the drill... Kris."

You immediately went to stand in the corner, so you couldn't hear Berdly's eventual monologue about him being 'the ultimate life form' and such.

Your mind was on the prospect of Ralsei though.