whaddup whaddup everyone (i am never saying that again...) im back with another chapter. i hope you enjoy this shorter than last chapter chapter.
9.5k-ish words in 3 days? That's something i'll never be able to accomplish ever again
Hopefully, whatever took control over C's body during the bunker wipeout won't reappear again. After all, that's all they wanted to do... right?
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>< (porting this idea over from one of my older discontinued md fics - small skits within the a/n!)
C: *aggressively drives a car loaded with c4 explosive at J*
J: PLEASE DON'T BOMB ME!!!
C: MUAHAHAHA *pushing accelerator pedal all the way down*
J: NOOOOOO *KABOOM* *J blows up*
C: I... don't feel.... So good... *as his body lays severed in 7 pieces*
J: YOU IDIOT HOW IS CORPORATE GOING TO REACT TO YOUR IDIOTIC BEHAVIOR
C: ... haha car go boom
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Early Night
2/27/71
Nearly all the gun stores were empty. Go figure. We had flown around, I think, 6 of them already.
There were a few boxes of ammunition, but most of them were just 9mm, not the 5.56 required for the xk-30.
An annoying little error message keeps popping up in my top left screen, warning me of a few of my sensor malfunctions. Yes, I know there's something wrong with them, since I can't switch over to those optical sensors.
But yet, when I go to dismiss the message, it goes away, and it comes back!
Damn this new tech.
Anyways, I was flying both Robert and Y/N over to the gun mall. It was the epitome of pure American Freedom; whatever that meant. It was what you think it is, a mall that sold only firearms and firearm related items.
You could buy tactical flashlights (flashlights with shoulder stock, holo sights, and laser), tactical glue sticks (glue sticks with shoulder stock, an ACOG, and laster), and last but not least, a tactical cell phone holder (cell phone case with large shoulder stock, holo sight, camera extension [for better videoing and recording], and laser). Although I'm sure any lawyer would advise against bringing the tactical cell phone holder to any academic premises.
As I landed in front of the mall entrance, the two clumsy humans coughed a few times, after breathing in too much dust and snow.
"Dang, learn how to land properly, please," Y/N said, stumbling towards the front doors.
"You can walk back if you want," I replied. "I'm still learning how to fly properly."
Y/N grumbled, and pulled on the door handle.
"It's locked," they said, tugging harder on the handle.
"It's not going to be getting unlocked any more than it is," Robert said, sighing.
I walked up to them, kicking the door. The glass shattered. Grabbing the metal bars that reinforced the door, I pulled hard, ripping them off their welds.
"See? It worked," Y/N said, stepping in.
"Sure," Robert said, walking into the door he was in front of.
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FanfictionY/N, a convicted felon, was sent to Copper 9 as part of an experiment to see if humans could survive and sustain themselves on a hostile planet filled with supposed "rogue" AI. Along with Y/N, Robert, another criminal was also sent. With only 3 day...
