Linda, ASIC'S best underling, has been through a lot. But what did the game not show? Where did she start? What happened when the game ended? In this SPOILER-FILLED fanfic, we will find out all about this wonderful grey-skinned villainess.
It all started one night. A scary-looking mech was on patrol in the area. Suddenly, he saw a toddler with a metal pipe near her hand, only she was lying on the ground, unconscious! The girl had green hair, grey skin, pointy ears, and was wearing barely anything besides a black undershirt. Unlike his friends, this mech had a sense of mercy and compassion. He picked her up carefully and started walking back to his base. “It’ll be okay…” he murmured to her.
“CFW Brave...why have you brought this child to us?!” screamed a lady with purple skin, glaring at the chivalrous mech. “Lady Arfoire, do you remember just a few years ago, we took in that poor rat, and now he’s one of our best fighters?” “So?” Arfoire sneered. “Perhaps we could do the same with her. Give her shelter and food and the basic necessities, and in return, she fights for our cause...once we train her, of course.” “She sure is a cutie pie!” cried another mech with fangs and a long tongue. “Ugh, knock it off, Trick!” shouted a teal-glowing mech. “Both of you, shut up!” commanded a lady with magenta hair. “Hmmm…” Arfoire thought for a minute about this. Could this little runt really help ASIC? The rat sure did...this better be worth it!
“I’ll allow it,” stated Arfoire, “however, YOU will train her and be her primary caretaker, Brave, since this was YOUR idea.” Brave kneeled down to Arfoire. “It would be my pleasure, my Lady. I will keep her safe--from danger and Trick’s tongue--until she is old enough and powerful enough to fight for us.” “Heeeey, what’s that supposed to mean?” asked Trick. “Tch! Like you don’t know, you lolicon!” scoffed Brave. He turned his attention back to the barely dressed toddler in his arms. “We should probably get her some clothing, to start,” he stated. “Wouldn’t the rat’s old clothes fit?!” asked Judge. “What about me, chu?” Suddenly, a walking, talking, about 2-foot tall rat appeared in front of them, “And I have a name, chu! It’s Warechu!” “Right,” said Magic, “so, Warechu, this poor girl was found by Sir Brave unconscious, just like you were. Do you think some of your old clothes would fit her?” “Well...maybe my old jacket, pants and boots, chu. They’re in my room. But this girl better not replace me, chu!” “That would never happen,” said Arfoire as Brave went to go get Warechu’s old clothing, “because you two are the same class; our front-line infantry.” “Hey, got em!” Brave quickly got her dressed in Warechu’s old outfit. He then held her in his arms like a baby. “Our second little underling...”
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