SUBJECT: STING CHAMELEON
POSITION: COVERT OPS, 9TH SPECIAL UNIT
HEIGHT: 177 CM (5.80 FT)
WEIGHT: 77 KG (170 LBS)
SPECIAL WEAPON: CHAMELEON STING
STATUS: KIA
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"I just wanna be famous, be so fuckin' jaded
'Cause all the Playboy bunnies take my money from me
Show up at the Oscars, smoke out Dennis Hopper
The money is for nothin' and the chicks are for free
Yeah, I wanna be (Fa-fa-fa-famous)"-Puddle of Mudd, 2007
Chameleon didn't know why the song's lyrics had suddenly come to his mind..
The lyrics from a song that had been recorded and released long ago during the 21st century.....
The singer who mentioned a long dead celebrity, the singer who himself was long dead...
The song which he'd only found due to the ancient records being kept at the base he was stationed at...
And yet, the lyrics gave him some form of comfort, oddly enough...
Being stuck out in the wilderness for months on end made it easy to lose one's mind....
But in a way Chameleon preferred being out there...
It was in the urban jungle that he felt unsafe...
And in a way the lyrics resonated with him...
Since he came off the assembly line the thing he wanted most he wanted to be recognized for his accomplishments...
He'd joined the Hunters with the hope of accomplishing SOMETHING worth recognizing...
X and Zero were sung as heroes, every day they were heaped with praise and recognition...
Even the commanders of the other units had their fans....
And yet, despite having served the 9th Unit for 10 years, never ONCE had the idea of promoting him to unit commander EVER crossed their minds..
Not ONCE...
To put it bluntly and unprofessionally, it pissed him off..
Maybe that was why he'd been reassigned....
He had made his displeasure with being turned over once again known..
Him being reassigned to this god-forsaken jungle wasn't the worst punishment the higher-ups could come up with...
Maybe that was also why, when a certain higher-up came knocking at his door with a proposition...
A proposition that would involve turning on the people he'd sworn to protect...
But it would bring him recognition..
Even if it wasn't the kind many people wanted...
It didn't matter to him...
As long as fame or even infamy came his way...
That was what mattered......
For the rest of the 22nd century and hopefully centuries afterwards people would KNOW his name...
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"So you're telling me some weird Robot Chameleon just came to my door and asked to see me..."
Verosika raised an eyebrow at what Vortex told her...
Verosika did have some weird...admirers...but never had she heard a story quite like that...
"I'm telling you, he came up to the door and said he wouldn't leave unless he talked to you..."
Verosika had to ask "Why?"
Vortex shrugged "Something about being famous, and saying you were the most famous person he knew..."
Tex scrunched his forehead "And then he started going on about how even in the 22nd century you were still a household name..."
Verosika felt her eyebrow raise again...
"...Repeat that part..."
Vortex sighed.
"Look he looked crazy so I told him to get the fuck off your property..."
Verosika sighed.
She was curious about whoever the hell this was, but not THAT curious...
"Thanks Tex...just...if you see him again, tell me, okay?"
Tex nodded, before he left to go and continue his work...
Verosika sighed, sitting down in the armchair and rubbing her forehead...the day had already been a stressful one with that damn announcement from the 666 News about the extermination being moved up...
Not that she was in direct danger but...
It was still scary...
In the chair in front of her, a figure suddenly decloaked...
The Chameleon...
"Woo, I thought he'd never leave. Soooo, you're miss Mayday, correct?"
The scream she uttered was so loud that everyone in Pride heard it...
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Chameleon sat in the prison cell, wearing that orange jumpsuit, wagging his tail as he waited for the evening news to come on...
He'd seen the cameras on him as he was forcefully dragged out of Miss Mayday's abode..and he knew that in a way he'd gotten what he wanted..
He stared up at the TV as the newsroll came up...
"Good Afternoon Hellspawns, you know who it is but in case you lost any more brain cells from the last broadcast, It's Katie Killjoy!"
Chameleon lay on his stomach on the bed, kicking his feet up like a schoolgirl...
"In today's news" The Mantis Demon frowned "Another stalker tried breaking into Verosika Mayday's home..."
Chameleon turned to his cellmate, and pointed at the TV.
"That's me up there"
His Cellmate, some weird looking bird demon, rolled his eyes...
"Who gives a shit?" Was his response...
Chameleon didn't care...
As little as it seemed to matter to this guy....
It mattered to him...
Even now people would know his name....
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The Rehabilitation of a Reploid
RandomA crossover series between Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss and the Mega Man X Franchise, shorts in a similar manner to the oneshot series but focused on a specific character in each story. No idea how long this will go on for btw
