Dictatorship VS Sanya

Using Connections

Sanya's eyes widened in horror as he saw the message. He quickly jumped out of bed, sitting up and clicking on the notification. Please be a joke, please be a joke, please be a stupid joke. Although, knowing Roxy, Sanya knew she was serious. As it loaded, he immediately clicked on ACP's server icon and clicked on HCOM chat.

Sanya, 9:01 A.M.
"Roxy, you're joking, right?"

Roxy, 9:01 A.M.
"Obviously not. You know what this means, right? We can use our connections to threaten the Soviet Union."

Ugly, 9:02 A.M.
"I agree with Roxy. It is in my best capabilities to trust my fellow leader."

Sanya, 9:02 A.M.
"Ugly, stop talking like a robot. And Roxy, we need to talk. In person."

It went silent for a few hours. The rest of HCOM; Noa, Nefe, and.. Well, that's it. They were silent. Sanya had noticed, that ever since the end of 2024, they were like robots. Much like Ugly, and they lost all their previous personality. Every single bit of it. It was infuriating, Sanya thought, how much control Roxy had on everyone here.

A few hours later, there was a knock on his door. Roxy. Despite being a communist dictator, she did have a very nice knocking pattern. Sanya opened the door, being in his ACP military uniform. He thought it was a good fit, for now.

"Come in," and when the words came out of his mouth, it was quiet as day. After a few minutes, and as she sprawled out on his couch, he finally got the courage to open his mouth. "Roxy, you can't use the atomic bomb to threaten the Soviet Union."

She let out a bitter laugh, straightening herself up to look at him. "That's a joke, right? You're HCOM. Not even 2ic. You have no say in this at all," and as she looked up at him, there was a bitter gleam in her eyes. "No say."

Sanya argued back and forth with Roxy, until finally, she stormed out of his giant mansion. Sanya held his head in his hands, shaking his head with a great sigh. He couldn't stop her, he thought to himself, almost resigning in defeat. Almost. And so, after a great while of thinking, he got up from his place of defeat and sorrow, and typed in a message, staring at it.

Sanya: 2:00 A.M.
"I'm in."