Sunny vaults over a rock and points his automatic rifle at the horde of vex, he fires it 5 times and ducks behind the rock and takes cover. He chucks a grenade at the group of goblins and hobgoblins, It soon after explodes and takes out half of the vex. He guns down the rest and runs over to his ship, where he uses his double jump and grabs on to his ship, that hovers just high enough to evade the tallest of minotaurs. Sunny's ghost, Elliot begins to heal his cuts and bruises as he climbs into his jump ship. "What happened to being sneaky, Eren?" Sunny rolls over on his back and takes off his helmet. He sets his helmet down onto the floor, "Who do you think I am? A Nightstalker?" Sunny chuckled. Eren gets up "Maybe our job would be easier if you were a Nightstalker." Elliot retaliates, Sunny walks over to the bar that he had installed a while back and pours himself a glass of rum. "You drink too much. If a female kissed you, all she would taste would be sadness and rum." Sunny downs his shot, hitting his chest as it burns throughout his throat. "Is all you do complain? And I got the map, we can celebrate!" Sunny pours himself another shot. "When we get back, your giving that map straight to Zavala." Elliot instructs. "Okay, Dad." A drunken sunny replies. Sunny eventually passes out on the couch in his ship, dreaming away while his ghost makes sure they don't crash into the asteroid belt, they already have enough problems with the awoken.
(Hit the dab, hit the yeet, beat my meat, then go to sleep. A.K.A Eren's dream. Also P.O.V change.)
Come, Oh killer mine, seek me in the heart of the dreaming city and 'help' me grant you one last wish. If not, The whispers shall grow louder, driving the unprotected to the edge of insanity. When thou are near, one shath know. The dreaming city, why does that sound familar? This seems a little too real. This is a dream right? Am I on drugs? When did I get any shimmer? (So shimmer is glimmer but ground into a dust, guardian cocaine that makes your nose glow.)
I have too many questions that I'm asking myself, I need to wake up. In my dreams, I usually have to be hurt pretty bad in order to wake up, So. Sorry brain. I put the last word the the side of my head and, to put is simply, killed myself. I woke up and looked out of the cockpit window, why am I not in space? UGH, Elliot left me in the hangar, I stuff my hand in my pocket and pull out a big pocket of air. And he took the map. I hate my ghost sometimes. I jump out of my ship and sprint the fastest I can to get to Zavala's meeting quarters. I am apart of a special fireteam, Called operation tainted light. One time me and my team were on Io, investigating a strong trail of corrupt light. We followed the trail into a cave system beneath the surface of the moon, We found strange, half taken, half light, type of trees. Our powers were changed and we were forever different, I used to be a goody two shoes cayde-6 wannabe. Now I'm a chronic alcoholic who throws fire knives. Thats just my story, I have to introduce the rest of my squad. I continue running until I turn into a secret, off limits area of the tower. Where I see Mr. blueberry himself, Commander Zavala. "Solaris, where were you?" Zavala says with his hands on a table in the dimly lit room. "Taking a power nap." Sunny lies. It wasn't really a lie. Because it was kind of a nap, kind of a drug induced coma. "Where is Lyka?" I ask the big headed awoken man. "She should be coming soon." Z replies. "So I'm first?" Sunny questions. "Nope." A warlock appears from the shadows. "Holy sh- Don't do that Danny!" Sunny feels his heart is it beats in his chest. "But its fun! Where is Lyka?" Danny (Danny is a girl.) asks. "She is never late, I'm scared. Armor up. Who knew she would need our rescuing?" Eren runs out of the room with Danny following behind him. Elliot starts talking to them and transmatts in their guns. Lets save us a Russian. Elliot transmatts us into the ship and programs the ship to track her light signature.
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A Gunslingers Path (Destiny 2 oc insert.)
FanfictionHis hand drips with sweat as he holds his gun, he didn't want to pull the trigger. "Do it, pull the trigger." The man in front of him says. Who would want to have to shoot there father, not Sunny, not anybody. But he had to, so he put his other han...