The Boot Shiner (Destiny x Male Reader)

Chapter 39: New Me!

Over the past three or so hours, Ada and I were hard at work. There's no doubt that she might be feeling something strange towards me. Once she realized that Y/N had a second chance at life, she's trying to wrong so many things. I can just see it in her eyes that she hated me because she liked me.

That's my prediction, and for most of that I have no right to talk considering I only woke up not even a day ago. It was just the impression I was getting from her that maybe... she has feelings or even just pity feelings for me.

Besides that, I feel a fog in my head. It's like my mind is only partially filled with memories. I imagine... an empty hangar with only two ships inside it when... it should have at least twenty or more.

Ada: Let's just do something basic...

Y/N: I think that'd be a good idea...

Ada: My apologies.

Y/N: No, it's okay. You seem rather new to this. You opened your Black Armory only a few years ago and this is the job the Vanguard gave you. I don't think I can trust anyone else with my armor.

The pause is deafening. It actually scares me more than I already am.

Ada: Thank you...

Y/N: Don't mention it.

If she had a mouth, she'd be smirking. If she had a human face, it would be flushed. She stares at me for another moment before giving me a nanosuit that's fresh out of the fabricator. We start from square one again.

Ada: Ghost says you're in dire need of stability... This is a newer design. It's a hybrid frame that will work with most kinds of armors you come across or make yourself.

Y/N: I see... stability?

Gaia: You slipped and fell like four or five times, I lost count. You need grippy boots too!

Y/N: Well... I was wearing ceremonial boots in my casket. I was running across ice and snow, loose dirt, so much more as I was going.

Gaia: No problem!

Ada: Hell of a journey. I bet the Vanguard was impressed you could escape the Pale Heart.

Y/N: Maybe, I mean, it seemed so... Why did they bury me there, though?

Ada: Phantom? I... I don't know. I'm sure it has some form of sentimental value. You always wanted to see it.

Y/N: How did you know that?

Ada: Small chatting with Mox Cuhn... She's not important right now. Please put that on and let me know how it feels.

Y/N: Do I need to...

Ada: You need to...

She nods, then clasps her hands together with awkwardness. I find an area of her facility where I can change. She doesn't turn around, even when I ask her to. I guess it's so she can watch me put it on properly.

Ada: You have a ghost with you at all times. Why are you still concerned with privacy?

Y/N: Good... good question...

I walk out from behind one of the fabricators and raise my arms above my head, stretching the suit out. There's many etches, many threads, and a few wires that I'm seeing when I look closely.

Ada: It's not plasteel-lined, but has plasteel in the sensitive portions.

She grasps my arms, feeling the hard parts of the suit next. There's parts on my hands, crotch, and feet that are lined with some kind of thin, bendable metal, which I'm guessing is the "plasteel" she's talking about.