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[stizzy4ver]

Sweet heavens I love cipher so much 😭

The cat chooses you

Cipher x Reader

The bell above the door jingled softly as you stepped into the quaint pet shop nestled between a book café and a fortune-teller's booth. Rows of aquariums bubbled to your left, cages of chirping birds to your right. But you? You were here for something simple. A calm, docile rabbit, maybe. One that wouldn’t turn your apartment into a battlefield.

You knelt near the display, admiring a sleepy-looking bunny curled in a corner. Perfect, you thought.

That’s when chaos struck - in the form of a blur of fur and a suspiciously graceful backflip off a nearby shelf.

Thud.

A cat landed beside you.

You blinked. "Uh… you're not in this section."

The cat sat primly, lifted a paw, and smugly knocked over a "Discount Treats!" sign. Her gaze screamed ‘You’re welcome.’

You glanced around. No one seemed to notice.

“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to be out of your pen.”

With a yawn that bordered on sarcastic, the cat leapt onto the bunny’s enclosure, effectively blocking your view. Then, she winked—yes, actually winked—and turned in a slow circle, showing off the subtle shimmer in her fur like some kind of feline supermodel.

That was your first clue something was up.

The second came when she “accidentally” pawed open a nearby cage, freeing a parakeet, and then, without missing a beat, closed it again. The bird flew wildly, feathers and shrieks everywhere. She just sat there, licking a paw like this was all part of the plan.

“Okay” you said slowly. “You're either terrifyingly smart…. or someone in disguise.”

The cat then leapt into your arms, curled up, and rubbed her head against your chin.

“…Right.. If this is what you want..”

You signed the adoption papers with a skeptical side-eye at the purring feline in your arms. The shopkeeper didn’t question why the cat had no paperwork or microchip. They just laughed and said, “Guess she chose you, huh?”

Yeah. Chose you, all right.

At first, she was the perfect pet- silent, sleek, occasionally affectionate. She liked your couch too much and had a thing for knocking your pens off the desk, but fine. Cats were weird.

Then… the collecting began. At first, you didn’t notice. A missing sock. A mysteriously vanished spoon. You blamed yourself. Sleep deprivation, maybe. After all, you worked too many late shifts.

But one afternoon, while looking for your phone charger, you followed the faintest rustle behind the couch and discovered her stash.

Piled with obsession, tucked in a hollow behind the furniture:

Two lighters (you didn’t smoke)

Three coins from a currency you swore didn’t exist

Your ID badge

A wind-up music box

A screwdriver

A single chocolate truffle

A gleaming, obviously expensive brooch you’d never seen before

“What the hell, Cipher?”

She trotted in right on cue, tail high, eyes too smug. When she saw you crouched over the stash, she stopped.

“Don’t play innocent!”

She meowed innocently.

“No. This is stealing. And trash-hoarding. And possibly breaking and entering, depending on where this—” You held up the brooch. “—came from.”

She gave a half-purr, half-chuff and sat on the pile as if to say my treasure now.

“No. This is illegal. You can’t just sneak around collecting random junk and—wait. Is this my watch?”

She stretched like she hadn’t heard you and began grooming her paw.

You groaned. “Cipher, you can’t bring home weird shiny trash like a kleptomaniac dragon. I mean it. No more stealing. If you're gonna be a cat, be a normal cat!”

She rolled onto her back, gave you a lazy blink, and flicked her tail.

“You're totally ignoring me.”

You glared. She purred louder.

Later that night, the stash was mysteriously gone.

In its place was a single silver spoon.

With a note beside it.

“Not trash. Strategic assets. – C”

You sighed, dramatically. Wait, how can she write this note?

You had officially crossed the line from “mildly concerned pet owner” to full-blown panic parent.

Cipher had vanished.

You scoured the apartment, the roof, the alley behind the building. You even asked Mrs. Lian from across the hall if she’d seen a cat with a name tag - Cipher.

You went back inside and flopped onto the couch with a groan. “This is what I get for adopting a cat who was definitely once a person. Or a spy. Or a tech-sorceress from another dimension.”

At exactly 2:47 a.m., the window creaked open.

Cipher landed silently on the windowsill, like she hadn't just disappeared for over 18 hours.

Her fur shimmered faintly under the moonlight. Her tail curled with amusement.

You stared at her.

“...You can't just leave all day and act like it’s normal!”

She padded over, headbutted your chin, and hopped onto your lap.

You scowled but didn’t push her off. You were too tired. And maybe... a little relieved.

“Don’t think I’m letting this slide.”

She purred.

The next morning, you called in backup.

Your best friend, Mina, arrived ten minutes later, holding a laser pointer like a holy artifact.

“You’ve gone feral” she said, stepping over Cipher, who was sprawled on the floor like royalty.

“She disappears. She steals. She ignores me. I need help.”

Mina looked down at Cipher.

Cipher looked back with all the contempt of an empress staring at peasantry.

“…Okay” Mina said. “We’ll start with boundary training.”

Cipher blinked once. Then, as Mina lowered the treat pouch, she bit it open, took the treats, and calmly walked away.

Mina stared after her, deadpan. “So she’s the boss.”

“Yup.”

“She understands human speech.”

“Yup.”

“And she knows exactly what she’s doing.”

“She’s doing tax fraud, Mina. Probably.”

You tried everything.

Toy puzzles? Cipher solved them in under ten seconds, then hid the final treat so you couldn’t find it.

Laser pointer games? She chased it for two seconds, then stared at you like you were the entertainment.

Command training? Cipher just rolled over and pretended to die dramatically every time you said “Sit.”

“She’s training you.” Mina concluded.

“Don’t remind me.”

Cipher, now perched on top of the fridge like a smug gargoyle, let out a soft trill and tossed down one of Mina’s hair ties like a royal favor.

“Yeah,” you muttered. “I give up.”

Cipher purred loudly, like she’d just won a bet with the universe.

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Something had shifted.

Cipher started staying home more. Sleeping curled at your feet instead of on the fridge. Watching you work with eyes half-lidded but attentive. One time, when you came home soaked from the rain, she trotted over with a towel—dragged from the bathroom, corners chewed, but still.

You didn’t say anything. You figured if you pointed it out, she’d revert out of sheer pride.

But she was warming up to you. In her own stubborn, quiet way.

You even caught her once, in her half-dozing cat form, resting a paw over your hand.

The break-in came on a Tuesday.

Your apartment window shattered. No sound, just a glint of steel and a figure dropping into the room like a ghost.

You barely had time to react. Cipher, sleeping by your feet, snapped upright mid-purr.

“Is this why you started to act nicely?” You stared at Cipher.

The man—hooded, masked—ignored you. His eyes locked on Cipher. “You shouldn’t exist.”

Cipher didn’t meow.

A ripple of gold ignited along her spine, a mirage of fire dancing on her fur. For a breath, she was more than a cat: her body stretched, warped, limbs lengthening into something almost human.

“What the hell—?”

The assassin attacked.

You grabbed the nearest thing - Cipher’s treasured broom handle -and swung.

It cracked against the man’s head with a dull thunk.

He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.

Later, after you tied the guy up and called Mina to deal with "a minor life-threatening situation". She screamed showed up in 12 minutes flat with pepper spray and holy water.

Cipher shifted again. Not fully human, not fully cat, something in between.

“…You’re not just a weird cat” you said.

She crossed her arms. “I never claimed to be just anything.”

“Want to explain the ninja guy?”

Cipher’s face darkened. “They want what’s left of the Inferna Flame. A relic of my people. With it, I could restore what I lost. Family.”

“And they want to stop you.”

“You believe me?”

You shrugged. “I took in a talking cat who steals spoons. This barely cracks the top five.”

Cipher laughed. “Seems like I've got myself a good owner.”

As you examined the assassin’s gear, your eyes caught on his brooch.

You turned it over. Inside was a faintly glowing crystal and coordinates etched in a language you didn’t understand, but Cipher did.

Her face sharpened. “It’s one of the old strongholds. Abandoned—supposedly. If they’ve reoccupied it...”

“Then we hit them first.”

“This isn’t your fight.”

You looked back. “You moved in, ate my snacks, took over my life. That makes it my fight.”

Cipher stared for a long second… then nodded.

“Okay what's the pla-”

You were mid-sentence, standing in your apartment with Cipher when she reached out and touched your arm.

And then the world lurched.

You blinked—and the city was gone.

A wind-whipped expanse stretched around you, rimmed with dying trees and rustling yellowed grass. The horizon dipped into an unnatural fog.

“What the—?!” You stumbled back. “We teleported?!”

Cipher stood calmly, arms folded, hair fluttering faintly in the breeze. “Told you. You weren’t ready.”

“No, you didn’t! You said nothing about instant relocation! I didn’t even bring snacks!”

She smirked. “You’ll live.”

The coordinates etched into the assassin’s brooch had led here, but “here” looked like an empty, abandoned patch of land. No buildings. Just wind and dirt and shadows of old trees.

Cipher crouched, scanning the ground.

You followed suit, brushing through brittle grass, checking hollowed tree trunks. Nothing but rot and old bugs.

“…Great. We’ve been bamboozled.” you muttered. “This is the part where the killer shows up behind us and I die first, isn’t it?”

Cipher didn’t laugh. She was staring at her tail.

At first you thought she was annoyed, but then you saw it.

A faint glow. Golden-red. And it pulsed brighter when she turned to the north.

“Wait,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “Is it reacting to something?”

“The Flame responds to remnants of power.”

You followed the pulsing glow. Closer… closer…

Cipher’s tail flicked sharply as you reached a stretch of cracked stone half-buried in the dirt. Her glow intensified.

You dropped to your knees and brushed away loose soil.

A seam.

You pressed your fingers to it, felt the subtle shift in texture. Cipher knelt beside you and laid a palm over the spot. Her Flame flared and a click echoed beneath you.

The stone split open with a hiss, revealing a narrow, spiral staircase descending into shadow.

“Oh great,” you said dryly. “Underground lair. Because that always ends well.”

Cipher grinned. “You scared?”

You glanced at her glowing tail, then down into the dark.

“…Only of what you’re not telling me.”

She took the first step down without hesitation, flame coiling at her fingertips.

You followed close behind, heart pounding.

Not just because of what you might find, but because, deep down, you had a feeling Cipher wasn’t just leading you into danger.

She was leading you into her past.

And whatever was buried down there?

It was ready to burn its way back into the world.

The stairwell led to something vast, an underground district, hidden beneath the ruined landscape like a forgotten vein of civilization. As Cipher’s Flame pulsed through the stone, old mechanisms flickered to life, casting long, warm shadows across buildings half-sunk into the earth.

It wasn’t just ruins. It was a city.

Cipher’s footsteps slowed.

People emerged like ghosts from the cracks of the city. Hollow-eyed, glowing faintly with that same unnatural fire. Murmurs coiled around you: “Cifera?” “Is it really her?” “After all this time?”

She stood still, staring at them like something ancient stirred behind her calm.

You eyed them warily.

Their grins didn’t fade, just hung there, waxen and stiff. Their gestures lagged, a half-beat out of sync with reality, as if they’d studied human motion from a distance. A sharp-eyed woman kept stealing glances at you, lips moving in hushed collusion with the others. Finally, she flicked her fingers in a dismissive jerk—like scattering crows.

You frowned. “Cipher… They’re not exactly rolling out the welcome mats.”

“They’re just surprised,” Cipher muttered. “They weren’t expecting the Flame to return. It’s been a long time.”

“And you?” You gestured at the glowing strangers. “No ‘holy hells, my lost tribe’s alive’?”

Cipher’s voice was flat. “I don’t remember much about them.”

“…You don’t remember your own people?”

She shrugged, distracted. “The longer you wear a cat’s skin, the more it burns away.”

The dismissiveness in her tone worried you, but you followed anyway.

Led through curved streets and glowing corridors, the two of you arrived at the heart of the underground city. A circular platform, ringed with ancient symbols and old tech fused with flame-born runes.

Cipher approached the pedestal in the center and placed her hand on it. The Flame left her body like a whisper of wind and flowed into the core.

Everything shuddered.

The lights dimmed.

Then the ground roared.

From the shadows, a man emerged, draped in regal black His voice was like broken glass. “Foolish girl. You were supposed to stay gone.”

Cipher froze. Her pupils narrowed.

“I knew you’d return to your roots eventually.” the man snarled. “The Flame was never yours to keep.”

He raised his hand, blades of blackened fire shot toward you.

One pierced through your side. You were on your knees before you registered being hit. You collapsed, coughing blood.

“No—”

Cipher's reaction was instantaneous.

Light detonated from her body. The attacker had half a second to widen his eyes before she crossed the distance. The moment Cipher's light struck him, his body should have vaporized. Instead, he staggered back - still standing.

“I can still-”

His outstretched fingers blackened first, skin curling like burning paper. The golden fire clung to him, eating inward. He took one jerking step forward, then collapsed to his knees.

“It's not... supposed to...” Bloody froth spilled from his lips as his tendons snapped like overstretched wires. His left eye burst in its socket, but his right remained fixed hungrily on the fading Flame.

With his last breath, he whispered: “Just... a little more...”

Then his jaw unhinged, his skull caving inward like a rotten fruit. What remained of his form sloughed into a steaming puddle, bones dissolving last. The flames licked over the remains - then winked out.

Only his shadow remained, burned permanently into the stones. The outline of his outstretched hand just inches from where the Flame had flickered.

Cipher didn't look back as she carried you away. She didn't need to.

The city began to collapse entirely. Spirits screaming. Walls cracking.

You woke up days later.

In hospital with beeping machines and a blanket pulled up to your chest.

Your side ached, wrapped in bandages, but you were alive.

And sitting in a chair by your bed, half-asleep with an empty snack bag in her lap, was Cipher.

Head resting on the edge of your bed. Tail twitching softly in her sleep.

You shifted slightly.

She jerked awake. “You’re up.”

“…Barely.”

“I almost burned down the emergency room when I brought you in.”

You snorted, then groaned at the pain. “Sounds about right.”

She looked away. “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

You glanced over at the side table—water, peeled apples, your phone… and, weirdly, your favorite hoodie folded up with care.

You cracked a weak smile. “Guess I trained you after all.”

Cipher didn’t laugh. But her tail curled tighter.

You picked up your phone and started scrolling—needed distraction from the ache in your ribs.

Then the headline hit you like ice.

“Lost City Spirits Spotted?” “Multiple sightings underground linked to ancient cataclysm.” “Experts confirm: The people recorded below were all confirmed deceased—over a century ago.”

Your thumb stopped scrolling.

“They were spirits,” you said slowly. “That’s why they kept trying to shoo us away. They tried to warn us.”

“I knew something was wrong. But I didn’t want to remember.”

“They were trying to protect you. And we couldn’t see it until it was too late.”

Cipher nodded. “They’re gone now. For real this time.”

You reached out, grasped her hand.

“You’re not alone.”

Her eyes widened, just slightly.

The morning after the hospital released you, Cipher let herself into your apartment with your keys, tossed her jacket on your kitchen counter, and proceeded to eat your cereal straight from the box.

You squinted at her from the couch, still wrapped in a blanket. “So… you gonna turn back into a cat now or…?”

A sharp clink cut the air.

Something small and round smacked you right on the forehead.

“Ow—what the hell?” You rubbed the spot and stared down.

It was a gold coin.

Real gold. Not chocolate.

You looked up just in time to see her smirking, arms folded. “Try that joke again and I’ll upgrade to hurling solid bars.”

“…Where did you get this?”

Cipher flopped into the armchair like a queen lounging in her throne. “Back in the underground city. While you were gawking at ghosts, I did a little multitasking.”

“You looted a haunted grave site?!”

“Inherited, thank you. It was literally mine. And I have claws. Makes lockpicking and secret compartment-snatching very efficient.”

You gaped. “How fast did you go through all that rubble?!”

She gave you a smug shrug.

You tossed the coin back at her. She caught it midair with zero effort and flicked it into her pocket like it was muscle memory.

“Anyway,” you muttered, shifting under your blanket burrito. “Guess you’ve got treasure now. Probably your own secret kingdom. Cat empire. Fancy couch somewhere in a flame palace.”

Cipher raised a brow. “You trying to get rid of me?”

You hesitated.

“…No.”

She tilted her head. “That sounded almost like a plea.”

“I did not plead.”

“Uh-huh.”

You sighed, exasperated. “Okay, fine—please stay and take care of me. I almost died. I’m injured. I can’t cook. You already broke into my apartment four times and now it’s weirdly empty without you judging my snack drawer.”

She stared.

Then slowly got up, crossed the room, and plopped onto the couch beside you.

Her tail looped itself comfortably around your ankle.

“You’re lucky I’m a benevolent cryptid,” she said casually. “Also, I already live here. My toothbrush is in your cup. Deal with it.”

You didn’t argue.

Because, weirdly… that sounded kinda nice.

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In case anyone was wondering why I disappeared for a while—I was binge-watching Gossip Girl.

[stizzy4ver]

(Un)important announcement!

I don't even know if peeps even notice my blog but hey guys been a hard week or so without Methodical being updated.

But hear me out alright here's my reason -

Been playing too much Metro 2033 Redux Lmao.

GET METRO'D NERDS!!1 >:) (The game's been sitting on my steam Library for a whole month soo...)

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My love for depressed and badass women will be here forever.

(I fucking love her sm if you couldn't tell.)

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(GFL2 Welrod) Meeting this bri'ish T-DOLL

(Props to me for making this since every single time I'm lazy so this was a miracle.)

INFO: You were a mere lone T-DOLL after G&K disbanded and was left to fend for yourself after you escaped. Now though? You want to meet the T-DOLL who saved you multiple times.

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Every time was the same.

You don't know how you even escaped that place to begin with - one thing led to another and now you're here; inside the ELMO that the commander owns, sitting down with a blanket on top of you.

Commander: So... What happened to you exactly?

You: ... I guess nothing gets away with you, huh commander? *Sighs* I got chased by some ELIDS in the RED zone while I was on a mission... And then some ELIDS got the best of me and I fell on a riverbank... And this thing.

Commander: *Giggles* You are a handful to deal, even now huh? Good thing you didn't changed.

You: *Blushes* Yeah? Well... Thank you commander. Even though we only met a few weeks before shit happens back then still I'm grateful to even met you.

The commander softly patted your shoulder as you both continued talking back and forth - sharing stories of what happened after all those 10 years (Is it ten years I forgot) and seemingly forgotten time as you both converse.

After a while you softly sighed as the commander stopped laughing their ass off after they shared a story of theirs to you.

You: It's been fun laughing and talking with you commander but uh... *Stutters* I- is Welrod here... ?

Commander: Huh? What is it... ?

You: ... I said is Welrod here? I wanna... Say some things to her.

Commander: ... *Smiles* You're in luck, she just finished her mission with her squadmates. Come with me.

The commander didn't see it but you smiled softly - following the commander you came across old friends such as WA2000 who goes by Makiatto now, Mosin Nagant who hugged you(Albeit a bit tight...), Nagant revolver who just nods at you and confidently strides away, and many new ones who just shook hands at you and nod.

After a while the commander and you stopped in front of a room called "Refitting room". Opening the slide doors you waited patiently as the commander went in first and you second, looking around the room you finally spotted her - Welrod, your savior.

(God she looks like a dork I love her next to Vector.)

Welrod: *Smirks* Well who look the commander brought in. I saved you multiple time and now you want saving from the commander?

You: Shut up... *Step step* It's been a while, Welrod.

Welrod: Tsk tsk tsk, it sure has Y/n... It sure has.

Welrod came up to you and what do you know? She hugged you tightly as you became comfortable with her hugs from time to time. With the commander - they smiled as they gestured everyone to leave the room for now. Giving you both the ample time you both deserved and needed.

(Thanks for reading nerds >:))

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(GFL2) Methodical Pt.3 (3/5)

INFO: With the whole building alerted of your presence you made the ultimate choice of them all; fight your way through. You don't know who's or what's coming for you, but you sure do know how to eliminate them.

(I present thee to no one Part 3! More stuff coming since I have restored my brain juice.)

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*Gunshots sfx*

Armed personnel 1: It's just ONE doll, engage engage!

SF robot: Movement left room, engaging...

Welp, all this happened because you didn't bother checking for cameras. Before long multitude of armed men, women even, and SF robots came rushing towards your position in that break room - managing to stall them by throwing grenades you ultimately was pushed back to a room just besides your previous one.

When have you even been into shit before? Oh right when you were deployed for the very first time! That mission was successful though so you ain't complaining.

Armed personnel 2: Get out of this room now you dog! We don't bite... Heh...

Armed personnel 3: Girl... Who says that still?

You: ...

Your options are limited - 1. Just comply and go with them potentially turning you into grind spare parts. Or 2. Tripwire the door with a grenade and do what you can from there.

You: ... 'Fuck this, let's ball.'

And ball you did - making your way to the door you grabbed some wires from a nearby pile of scraps and shit and you took out your last remaining 2 grenades and did your work - after a hot minute(plus the growing irritation from your enemies outside) you surprisingly made a good tripwire and attached it to the door handle.

Armed personnel 1: Alright, that's it! You fucking doll I swear I'll personally kill you with my own bare hands!

SF robot: Combat mode engage, ready to eliminate.

Armed personnel 2: Time to say hi to us darling!

You smirked heavenly as you ready your gun; leveling up to your face as you hide between some boxes. Time seemed to go slow as a loud BANG erupted from the door; the 3 armed goons' bodies went limped as the one SF robot back away as it went down on the floor.

Rushing up you quickly followed a bullet through the robot's head as you looked around the room; smiling at your work.

You: Gruesome... But it worked. I'm sure miss AK-12 would agree with me.

You: 'Now time to move back up... Hopefully, I'll be fine this time.'

Stepping on the arm of one of the personnel you went up again and this time you checked corners carefully and looked up carefully. Not wanting to repeat your mistake back then you made sure to put a bullet on each cameras you come across. This is how you waste bullets 101 folks.

You: 'Now... Time to reach for a radio tool.'

(Thanks for wasting your time on reading my braincell writings, see ya soon!)

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(GFL2) Methodical Pt. 2 (2/5)

INFO: While you were fighting your way out of that damned complex building - at the ELMO, where the former commander resides, is most skeptical when her lost radio suddenly flickers a sign of signal.

(Woo I actually love guns now!!1 Gonna test one out at a local range in my hometown.)

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Commander: ...

Groza: ...

Nemesis: ... The night... Cold until met with fire...

Krolik: *Sighs* Nemesis said she vouch that it's Y/n.

The ops room's atmosphere was at the most high today - why? Because who wouldn't be tensed if a radio signal that you thought was gone after splitting with G&K went to life and all you hear is Static.

Commander: There's still a chance that it's a lie... I saw Y/n and their squad's Helicopter explode as we're retreating.

Groza: But we have to see for ourselves, right commander? Y/n is a valuable asset for us you know that... And I also hold a promise for them after they helped me.

Commander: True but... I'm still doubtful. Let's wait for a while, maybe they'll-

Colphne: Commander~ can I say something?

Colphne raised her hand - standing underneath a box specially made for her by Mayling after she said she wants to 'help' reason in operation meetings. Help that is of just saying random nonsense that even Krolik, the translator of Nemesis, doesn't fully grasp.

Commander: O- oh? Go ahead Colphne. Share your thoughts.

Colphne: I personally think we should go save them~ Think about it; we haven't had a commission for a while now and with this rising out of nowhere? That's just asking to be something!

Just as the commander was about to retort - a knock came up to the room leaving everyone looking towards the two slide doors to see who it is. The doors opened and the figure behind it was...

Klukai: Commander, I came as you requested. What do you need?

Commander: Klukai, good that you're here... Here, what do you think about this? *Points at the screen*

Klukai: Huh... I think I know that place - used to be a Sangvis' complex housing robots and personnel filled with rooms and such. I also know that most of the things there are inactive and no longer has a proper right to function.

Groza: Then that's a sign to see it for ourselves. Commander?

Commander: ... Argh, fuck it. Let's ball everyone.

(SEE YOU SOOOoonnn!!!)

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So can we all agree that Mechty is the Silverwolf of GFL2? Cause you know... This?

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Yes, Mechty. Pretty badass indeed.

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(GFL2) Methodical Pt. 1 (1/5)

INFO: Stuck in between a complex building full of Sangvis' robots and personnel abandoned by their creators you planned a daring escape out of all this and finally reconnect with G&K via a radio tool.

(I wanna use some of my braincells to test my writing skills, again.)

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You don't know how many days since your last contact with a G&K member - much more when the Helicopter you were in decided to say 'fuck you' and get hit by a homing missile aimed to kill any retreating G&K remnants after an unsuccessful raid that occur.

Alone, miserable, dirty, and pretty much every bad thing can on the word index describe your situation right now. Running low on food after you locked yourself in a spacious room filled with nothing but empty crates, torn guns, waste, and etc.

You: 'I should be able to pull this off... Right? I'm a T-doll; surely nothing will happen...'

You planned this thing pretty well - clear the floor you're in first, subdue potential bitches, 'persuade' rag-tagged people to go along with you, and try not to get shot here & there. If I were a normal soldier I'd die there but you were NOT normal. In fact you were a T-doll, a T-doll with a will and grit.

You: Okay... *Sighs* Let's do this.

The squad you were in -D.U.M.B A(Alpha) was pretty... 'Sane' as one would put into words - with you as the so-called 'Negotiator' of the squad; pulling as the role of 'good cop' pretty much every hostages you've handle were chilled out due to your nature of some degree.

Anyways... Opening the door of the room that you were barricaded in you walked slowly, gun raised as every corner you checked - hallways were pretty quiet for a complex building this big. It makes you wonder truly.

Pick locking a door you opened it slowly... Slowly... Aand there's a guy in there; wearing a white lab coat you quickly raise your gun at him, making him tremble and the guy raises his hands.

Random guy 1: W- wait! Don't shoot me! I'm not gonna do anything...

You: Don't struggle and don't fuck with me. Give me your hands. Now.

Random guy 1: Y- yes! Of course...

Using zip ties your squad leader gave you after she burned down during the crash you tied him up and pulled him into a nearby corner - once you deemed the room cleared you left him there as you locked the door behind you. Hopefully some good soul finds him there otherwise that's his funeral.

You: 'Now onto the next floor... Wait, I forgot there's a steel door that I opened back then. But knowing that was some... 'Days' ago they've probably locked it again. I need a keycard...'

And searching you did - after a while you obtained a keycard from a Sangvis robot that you shot to hell in(That's a lie you grenade the hell out of it.) and survived you went to the steel door and hovered the keycard from the keycard scanner beside it. Now onto the next floor.

You: This is going good... Let me try my radio. *Bzzt bzzt* This is D.U.M.B A Y/n calling in... Hello? *Static*

As expected; static. You sighed through your mouth as you put the radio down and proceed as usual - go through rooms, zip tie people(and kill some overconfident ones), destroy Sangvis' bots and repeat. But then...

[INTERCOM]: G&K T-doll spotted in the 2nd floor cafeteria! Suppress and take them down for questioning!

(So basically you're moving like prime King von here. Anyways thanks for reading stay tuned for the 4 other parts!)

[stizzy4ver]

(GFL2) I'm in a depression competition but my enemy is Vector

Leaving your commander status from that place has taken a toll on you let's admit it. Dodging the radar from them and also dodging calls and messages from your T-dolls was more than enough to think about your situation much more (cough cough HK416 cough cough)

But what's more is that one of your favorite T-dolls - Vector - found you during a little stroll from your works in the ELMO(I like how they named it that instead of other things)

Instantly you both locked gazes as everything around you froze like those K-dramas you watched in the ELMO with Colgate(Colphne guys IT'S COLPHNE-). Neither of you moving but a few minutes passed on you took the first step and quickly touched her hands, feeling them as if you're too unsure it was her.

You: How... How are you Vector? It's been a while I'd figured.

Vector: ... Commander, I've finally found you. It truly did took a while for you to show up.

You: We probably need a while to get with what happened... How about a cup of joe? My treat, of course.

Vector: ... I'd like that, commander.

You: ... *Smiles* Just Y/n is fine, Vector. I'm no commander anymore- ack, wait... I am but not that big...

Vector: No, I'll still call you commander, commander. It's a tradition I want to keep.

You: ... It's your decision then, Vector.

[stizzy4ver]

Introduction? What's that?

Hey there folks I go by the name Stizzy since it means nothing and I legit confirm it; nothing. I created this for the sole purpose of seeking human entertainment from blogs that can either make me happy or sad either way.

I also plan to make this account focus on stuff I lowkey like since Evergarden isn't on me anymore(Me when I changed personalities in every canon event I go to)

Rules/what I don't write for:

Male/Female reader option, I plan to make it gender neutral so both parties can enjoy

Big no on NSFW; like, it's not like I don't like NSFW it's just I'm not experienced in those type of stuff yet.

PLEASE don't fight in the comments or such- wait, people rarely talk here so nvm fight as you please :)

Also as a side note please throw your asks in my ask box or here. Makes me happy if you do :)

SOCIALS:

Discord: stizzy4ever_ (Planning to make a server if I garner attention from the masses.)

Twitter(or dubiously called X): @Rezeei_

(That's it lol)