Seven Sins (NIER Automata)(Adam x Reader)

Seven Sins (NIER Automata)(Adam x Reader)

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(This is not serious, I've not been serious a day in my life. Please don't judge me.) (I made the cover pic, it is a funny meme for my friends) (Not played the game, he is very ooc lmao.) (Y/N) wandered through the barren streets. The heavy bag on her aching back felt like a prisoner's ball and chain as her feet threatened to fall off. Her blue dress was covered in dust and dirt, the only connection to her beloved nature she could find in the copied city. The bleak colouration of the surroundings sunk her stomach as all that could comfort her was bitter silence. Silence, of which, she used to rejoice in. Suddenly, a man- no, a machine stood ghostly a slim distance ahead of her. His hair, as bright and light as the cold winter, complimented his piercing eyes hidden by knowledgeable glasses.
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No one stopped to look. No one glanced in the alley I cried in. I was tired of this place, so tired of the endless days that stretched out before me. The emptiness in my heart was eating me alive, with no end in sight. My own darkness was swallowing me whole and leaving nothing alive. The tears froze on my bright red cheeks. I was tired of feeling so broken, but most of all I was tired of being so alone. I pulled out the cold heavy weapon from my coat and stared at it. "If someone would look this way," I thought, "If someone would just glance at me and see my pain. I won't do it." There was a man standing in front of me. After he removed the single bullet from my pistol, he handed it back to me, and left. I followed the man at a distance back to his apartment. He knew that I had followed him and waited at the door to let me in. For reasons I cannot explain I entered his tiny apartment. I fell asleep at the table playing with the bullet and woke up to my alarm the following morning. There was a pillow beneath my head, a blanket over my shoulders, and a note that read: "Dear Stranger..."

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