The world does not look with kindness upon those who dare to stand up against the rich. Chelsea Bowen had tried and landed herself on death row for arson and domestic terrorism. Quite the resume for a nineteen-year-old. She had been content with her lot in life, even if the last of it would be spent rotting in a prison cell. That was, until Urbanshade came along. Now, she was an Expendable, descending into the depths of the Hadal Blacksite to retrieve loose assets and a glowing orange rock. Along the way, she would encounter horrors not meant for human eyes, a sentient AI with an affinity for mischief, and a fish man with a gruff sense of humor and a temper shorter than a ruler. It was there that she would encounter hardships greater than anything she had ever faced, and found friends (and possibly even family) in the most unlikely of places. She changed, grew, and experimented. Throughout it, she had one goal: to make it out alive and earn her freedom. Maybe, she wouldn't have to do it alone. THIS WORK CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OR MENTIONS OF THE FOLLOWING TOPICS! READERS BEWARE! -Blood, gore, and violence -gun violence -animal cruelty (past, not by any characters) -past fatal domestic abuse resulting in the death of a child -past alcoholism/alcohol abuse -mental health crises -arson/fire -domestic terrorism as a means of vigilante justice This fic is crossposted on Quotev and Archive Of Our Own (marked as Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)
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