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Written Reports (VE Gilbert Bougainvillea X Reader)

Word Count: 5713

I was a Doll. 

I had my own type-writer. I could write down exactly what one would ask for. I could understand people well. I could understand their feelings. I could write the perfect letter. I could transcribe and write whatever one would need me to. I could describe any possible situation to you if required.

I had many talents.

And I've been told as so.

Then why did the industry send me to the military? 

"This should be fun..." I stood in front of the building, the base of the military I was assigned to visit. Holding the type-writer case in my fists, I take a breath and walk in. I was assigned to someone high up in status.

Of course, it made my co-workers jealous. They wanted to be here, writing love letters, meeting handsome soldiers who would 'win the war them'. I didn't.

I didn't want to be here. I don't want to be so close to the action. There's a slight chance that I would need to head out to camps with whomever I was sent for. And then I would be closer to the action. 

I wanted to be writing letters for the townsfolk. If it had a nice marriage proposal or a tough business offer, I was the one to go to. But no, out of all the Dolls I was the one coming here. 

As I straighten out my black, red and white uniform dress, I open the door. But not a second later, a voice calls from behind me, "E—Excuse me! Please hold open the door!"

Turning around, I glance at a man holding his rifle, but also his overcoat in his other hand, his briefcase and a pile of paper scrunched in between his fingers. I hold open the door for him, following into the building. As I close the door, the man puts on his overcoat and buttons it up, still out of breath.

He huffs, "Thank you, Ma'am. You don't know how many people have slammed the door into my face." He gives a light chuckle, a sign for me to do so as well. Pushing a strand of hair away from my face, I say, "It was no problem, Sir."

I walk away from him, noticing the other levels of the building. It was going to take me a while to get to where I'm supposed to.

I let out an annoyed sigh, making the man from before place a hand on my shoulder. "Are you looking for something, Ma'am?" He shows me a friendly smile. I turn around to him, holding my case in my left hand as I get out the slip of paper with the information on my task.  

"Do you know... by any chance, where room 27 is?" I look up to him, watching his brow raise slight as we stand in the middle of the reception area.

"What's the reason? Are you here to deliver ang bad news?" He mutters. I hold up my type-writer case and half-smile. I put the paper in my pocket again and give him a little nod as I say, "No Sir, I promise. I'm the Auto Memory Doll sent by Jade's Dollhouse." I try not to come off as liar. I don't want to seem like a traitor in a place like this.

This makes the tall man tilt his head, humming back to me, "What is an Auto Memory Doll doing in a place like this?" He seems to be quizzing me. Not because he doesn't know, but because he's checking if I know. I look around.

Outside, the guards were all standing at alert. Their guns high. The reception seemed pretty full with work. Officers of the military were all carrying their weapons with unsteadiness, as if something was going to happen. I hope not. I just want to write and get out of here.

"I—I don't exactly know. To write and transcribe, I assume. It's the only purpose a Doll like me carries around."

He stares down at me before sighing, walking and nodding me along. "Come on, I know where that office is." He speaks, fixing the sleeves around his wrists.