Arknights: The Miserable Doll of Pain and Suffering Vol 1(Being Revised)

Chapter 1

WARNING: I have not played Arknights and Decaying Winter for a while! Please do not hesitate to correct any mistakes I may make, accompanied with sources and links preferably so I can verify the information I receive.

This story is purely fictional. Any and all events that resemble real life events are purely coincidental.

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Intermission
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His eyes shot open as he took in the sun shining down on his very being.

He groaned and put a hand on his eyes while looking away from the sky, the curved and uneven asphalt beneath him poking his body. Not wanting to lie down anymore, he pushed his body up while rubbing his eyes.

He exhaled through his nose and looked around before facing his feet on the ground and pushed himself up to stand.

He turned his head around and as he shifted his body around, he felt his clothes brush against his chest, specifically on the upper torso, a bit more than usual.

He narrowed his eyes when he looked down and saw something pushing against his white shirt. It wasn't big... but it was round and noticeable enough.

...It better not be what I think it is.

When he grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled, it was what he thought it was.

Underneath his shirt were... breasts with a bra on top.

With urgency, he removed his hand from his shirt and pulled his black pants instead upon noticing the absence of feeling something in between his legs.

Once more, his suspicion was correct, as instead of his dick, it was...

"..."

He- she? - didn't know how to feel about this. What was his - her gender? Were they a he or a she?

Their mouth shook and twitched while looking at their chest and with their hands raised to their front. Teeth grinded upon one another while their eyes were wide open. Tears welled up in their eyes and sank through their cheeks as their heart began to weigh heavily.

They took a heavy sigh, a deep but feminine exhale exiting through it. They wiped their tears off their faces but as they brush them off, their hands touched something hard.

And what was odd was it felt like that "hardness" came from their head.

They slowly grabbed it and realized what it was.

A horn.

Once more with alert, they brushed over their head and felt only the softness of their hair, which seemed to be white, and a singular horn.

What did they do? Did... did they turn me into a woman AND a Sarkaz?!

They gritted their teeth as they looked around while feeling their body to make sure there weren't anymore surprises.

Upon finishing observing in a few moments, their clothes were relatively normal. Just a black jacket with metal pads attached to the upper sleeves, on top of a white shirt, with long sleeves popping out of the jacket's sleeves. Their lower section consisted of black pants that had kneepads and black boots.

However, what was in them were something they didn't expect. In their hands were a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

They stared at it before sighing, grabbing a cigarette. A memory struck to them, a vision of them grabbing a cigarette and lighting it just before gripping a fire axe as they stared at the storm outside the bunker.