Every time I close my eyes, I see a flash of the past. Sometimes, I see the battlefield with bodies at every step, and smoke from artillery fire everywhere you looked. Sometimes I see friends, Odin, Michael, and even Azazel. But most of the time, I...
The hallway smells like gun oil, cheap incense, and something died twice. I knock once. Hard. The door rattles like it wants to escape this place more than I do.
Cherri Bomb stands there barefoot, hair like a grenade went off in it. Her oner eye half-open.
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Cherri: ...Harbinger?
She blinks. Looks me up and down. I'm still me. That seems to confirm it.
She looks surprised. Messy. Alive. That's new for Hell before noon.
Cherri: Shit—uh—hi! Wow. You look... exactly the same.
Y/N: You look like you lost a fight with a couch.
She snorts, steps aside immediately.
Cherri: Come in, come in... don't just stand there like a hitman cliché... Okay, bad phrasing. Still, come in.
The place is a disaster. Craters in the wall. Empty bottles. Bomb parts used as décor. Hasn't changed much in thirteen years.
She kicks a pile of clothes away from a chair.
Cherri: Uh, sorry. I literally just woke up. You want something? Tea? Coffee? Acid?
Y/N: Coffee.
She lights up like she just got a compliment from the president.
Cherri: Oh thank fuck. Normal choice. Black?
Y/N: Yeah. No sugar or milk.
She shuffles to the kitchen. I sit. The chair groans but doesn't break. Mutual respect.
Cherri: I've also got leftovers! Some kinda... noodle thing? Might still be good.
She slides a questionable container toward me. I open it. Smells intoxicating.
Food is fuel. Poison is also fuel.
I eat. Chew. Swallow.
Cherri: ...Wow. You're actually eating it. I kinda thought you'd, like, sniff it and go "this is poisonous" or something.
Y/N: I'm immune.
Cherri: To... what... poison?
Y/N: Tomost things.
She watches me chew like it's the most fascinating thing she's seen all week.
She hands me coffee. It's strong. Good.
Y/N: I need a favor.
She stiffens. Just a little.
Cherri: Right. There it is. Who am I pointing you at?
Y/N: Ever hear of Zeezi?
Her eyes widen. She laughs once. Nervous.
Cherri: Ohhh. Oh, you're serious. You're really just speedrunning the Overlord population, huh?
