Merry Christmas to my fellow gamers, or maybe just readers! But wait, I'm missing a few, if you want them to be written let me know and I'll do it! I'm very sorry for this, I didn't think writing for all the operators would be this hard. But, please let me know if you are unhappy with some of them missing, and I'll write them I'll just need extra time, thank you!
Anyway, I'm happy to present to you, short stories for almost every single one of the guys!! Hope you enjoy~<3
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Bandit- Dominic Brunsmeier
"The sun'll come out, tomorrow! Betcha bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun."
You watched the musical, kids running out on stages singing the delightful song. Turning over, you saw Dominic smiling widely.
"Just thinking about, tomorrow, clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow."
His niece was up there, singing her heart out, and even though she wasn't a lead role, Dominic was so proud of her. You thought of this a lot, because some people described him to be cold, and have a cold intensity. And, to see him do something so simple yet it melted your heart. Because you knew his past.
"When I'm stuck with a day, that's gray and lonely. I just stick up my chin, and grin, and say, ooooohh~" you smiled. He was open to close ones, ya know? Dominic was not a guy to openly share things.
"Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya! Tomorrow! You're always a day away. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya! Tomorrow! You're always a day. Away!" The music halted, a cheer erupting from the audience, and you glanced at Dominic.
"I like that song, Dominic, Tomorrow."
"Me too, it's-it's hard to explain."
The sun'll come out, Tomorrow!
Blackbeard- Craig Jenson
"Craig, ever heard of fried cheesecake?" You handed him a small slice.
"Looks bomb as hell!" He said, happily taking the plate. Craig took the slice into his mouth, a boyish smile appearing on his face. You took a taste of the freshly made cake (my apologies if y'all don't like cheesecake), the creamy cake making you smile in pleasure.
"That stuff hits," you said as you watched the movie, only for the memory of bad actors, script, and the memories of Santa Claus.
"That one girl's acting is like if stock photo was audible." He blurted. You snorted, not wanting to spit out the cake.
"Aaand, that boy is like dead inside." He did this on purpose, but you swallowed and bursted into hysterical laughter.
