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I'm just curious, where are you from and what language do you speak? If any of you were interested... I'm Dutch/Colombian and I speak Spanish (mostly), English, and a bit of Dutch
Located in the DBZ android saga because 17 in DBS is a cutie
P.S. Do you people like the new designs for the stories' headers?
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The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the desolate landscape. The remnants of what once was a bustling city lay in ruins, silent witnesses to the destruction caused by the Androids. Among the rubble, you found a small haven, a place you could call home for the time being. Life had become a game of survival, each day a struggle to find food, water, and a safe place to rest.
You were a survivor, determined to live despite the odds. Yet, in this apocalyptic world, a new threat had emerged, one that made even the harsh environment seem benign. It was Android 17. Handsome, charming, and lethal, he had taken an interest in you—a deadly obsession that left you constantly on edge.
One evening, while scavenging for supplies, you felt it again: the sensation of being watched. Your heart raced as you picked up your pace, your senses on high alert. You turned a corner, hoping to lose your pursuer, but there he was, leaning casually against a crumbling wall, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours.
"Going somewhere?" Android 17's voice was smooth, almost playful, but there was an underlying menace that made your blood run cold.
You swallowed hard, trying to mask your fear with bravado. "I'm just trying to survive, like everyone else."
He pushed off the wall, closing the distance between you in a few strides. His presence was overwhelming, and you could feel the raw power emanating from him. He reached out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.
"I admire your spirit," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But you don't need to run. I can protect you."
The offer was tempting, but you knew better. Android 17's protection came with a price. His affection was a dangerous thing, something that could turn deadly in an instant.
"I don't need your help," you replied, stepping back, trying to put some distance between you. "I can take care of myself."
A flicker of anger crossed his features, but it was gone as quickly as it came. He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your skin crawl.
"You're stubborn," he said, his tone flat. "But that's one of the things I like about you."
He stepped closer, and you felt a rush of panic. There was no escape from him; he was too fast, too powerful. You had seen what he could do, the destruction he could cause with a flick of his wrist.
"Why are you doing this?" you asked, your voice trembling. "Why are you so obsessed with me?"
Android 17 smiled, a cold, predatory smile that sent shivers down your spine. "Because you're different. You're strong, resourceful, and... beautiful. I've decided that you belong to me."
His words were like a death sentence. You knew what happened to those who crossed him, and you had no intention of becoming another casualty. But there was no way out. Android 17 was relentless, and he would never let you go.
"I don't want to be with you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to be free."
He reached out, his hand wrapping around your wrist in a grip that was both gentle and unyielding. "You will be free," he said, his eyes locking onto yours. "As long as you stay with me. I can give you everything you need, protect you from all harm. But if you try to leave..."
He didn't need to finish the sentence. The threat was clear.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized the hopelessness of your situation. Android 17's obsession was a cage, one that you couldn't escape from. Your only hope was to find a way to survive, to endure his twisted affection until you could find a way out.
But deep down, you knew that escape was unlikely. Android 17's love was a prison that would hold you captive until the end of your days.
