Anne sat on her bed,in her apartment,where a few posters and a lesbian flag was hanged up. She'd go to the kitchen for a snack,and took a chip bag out with a small Cola.She was tired,knowing that a lot of innocent people,even other defenders, were turned to NPCs. She looked over at her desk, a small box,known as b-tools,was in a drawer,and a few weapons in the other. She always would have them handy, just in case someone attacks. Or something.
She went to her desk,sitting down at her chair.
She looked at her laptop and list of defenders, looking at the data of each defender. She sighed, looking at a lot converted,those are crossed over with a red pen. when she heard someone knock. Anne tried to ignore it,but the person behind it knocked on the door,louder and louder. She peeked behind the door,seeing a person in a hoodie,the hood shadowing the head.
She quickly tried to run for the b-tools,yet slipped and the person broke the door down with an axe. Anne tried to get up,yet the person pinned her down to the floor,raising the axe,then stabbing it.
Suddenly,Anne felt cold. She opened her eyes,the eyelids were a lot heavier though.
She got up from the floor,trying to make a sound,yet failing.
"Hi." Said a mysterious voice.
Anne nodded,hiding the scared look on her face. She realized it was the same person who attacked her at her place. They still had their hood on, and they haven't changed clothes either.
"So, we converted you." Proclaimed the hood guy.
"No shit,Sherlock." Thought Anne, already tired of them.
"Because I wasn't able to get full control of you,we got you muted for however long it takes you to be fully controlled. You will stay in this room for that period,too."
Now,it was around two days,nothing changed. "Am I really that hard to control?" Thought Anne to herself in the left corner,the small ceiling lamp emitting barely any light at all. The cell is getting on the nerves for her. Her robotic parts felt more heavier with every minute,the girl having barely any energy to stand properly. Until,the hoodie man entered the cells control room.
"Hello."
Since,they have a lot of control under the now NPC compared to before the two days,they see their mind.
"Go away. Just please."
"Why should I?" Asked the man behind the glass. "Besides, I have a small deal for you."
"...what is it?" Curiously asked Anne, turning their head towards the window.
"If you give full control of yourself,you get your voice,and be outside the cell."
"What do you think I am? Reverse Ariel to get my voice back?"
"You would be able to go outside." Insisted the mysterious hoodie guy.
"Only if you want so. You said full control,right? I won't even be able to use them!" Protested the NPC.
"Well then,your choice."
They left the control room.
Few days, maybe weeks have passed,and Anne is now used to the cell. But,she was slowly losing control of her own body. She was laying inside the sleeping bag in the right corner,her fingers twitching. She turned off the light,to try to get rest. But only after a few hours,her body just.. felt uncontrollable.
oh god
