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Bonus Chapter (Brownie × B-52)

B-52 didn't like the curse one bit. Every night, he would shrink to a size of a half-robot human with wings in the midst of the dark cave, defenceless; crouching, wrapping his ripped wings around for a bit of comfort and warmth.

What's worse for him is that he's dubbed as a dangerous dragon from a nearby kingdom called Tierra — it all started years ago, when a high and mighty-looking knight, ordered by the late King of Tierra, came into the cave in the broad of daylight.

A bloody intent gleaming in his eyes, B-52 remembered, as his sword lunged at him in the direction of his eye, but his tailed deflected it at the last second. Enraged, he nearly mauled the knight to pieces, only letting him get out of his cave alive when his mind is in the right place.

Dusk and dawn after that time, knights upon knights would rush in to slay him, but some never made it out alive due to his fury. Hell, even an army made up of a hundred soldiers and mages raided him while he was trying to take a break.

Brownie, a high-ranking knight alongside Sachertorte, Red Wine, Fish & Chips, and Coffee, have heard about the dangerous dragon in the dark, murky cave one fateful day while he was passing by a group of low-ranked soldiers, talking about the said dragon.

"I heard the dragon would maul any soldiers who came into the cave, only letting them go when they are near death."

"Really? I wish I wouldn't get tasked to slaughter it."

Brownie was generously curious and in disbelief. Yes, he believed that a dragon resides there, in the cave, but he also believed that it wasn't one bit dangerous. In fact, he thinks it's only protecting itself from the rage of the current King and the Kings before him, driven to the edge of insanity of wanting its head.

"So you're interested in the dragon?" Sachertorte manifested beside him, face indifferent but Brownie could see in his eyes that it held a tinge of confusion. It was expected from the other soldier, since he never engaged in stories about it.

"No, I only overheard stories about it." Brownie replied, voice low. Sachertorte didn't believe his words one bit, from the way he looked down at him with an eyebrow raised and a coy smirk reaching his lips.

"Brownie, you've been standing in the same spot for 5 minutes straight. I'm pretty sure you want to know about it." He chuckled when a growing tint of red spreads across Brownie's cheeks and reaching the tips of his ears, embarrassed.

"If you want, you can go to the King and he will task you in slaying the dragon." Sachertorte suggested, a hand held out in front of the smaller soldier, head tilted to the side with an obscure expression upon his face. "What do you think?"

"Give me time to ponder about it." Brownie hummed, his right hand reaching for his sword sheathed on his left hand for an inkling of comfort. As weird as it sounds, he liked the cooling and comforting touch of his cannon and sniper rifle more than the melee-ranged weapon.

"Alright then, I'll give you time."

♡

The sun dipped down slowly for its slumber, the moon stretching up in the sky for its time of illuminating the kingdom with its dim yet vibrant rays; in a never-ending cycle, until the earth is destroyed by its own inhabitants.

That night, however, Brownie rose from the warmth of his bed, looking around in the dark room to check if the other high-ranking soldiers had fallen asleep already.

Carefully, he smoothed down his pants and grabbed a hoodie from his bag to shield himself from the cold breeze of the night sky, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.