#daily life in mbcc

[crimson-lair]

MBCC LOVEPOST

⟶ Ninety-Nine feat. Hella

Asking for more food was something Ninety-Nine was used to, especially from you, who always indulged her without a word of complaint. But today felt a bit.. different? She could feel your touch on her while she was feasting on your breakfast, prompting her to turn her head and look at you.

"Chief... Do you need anything?"

As for you, you were still suffering from a hangover that hadn't dissipated yet, and even opening your eyes was difficult. You thought you were holding onto a bun, but it felt unusually big and firm, yet soft and squishy.

Ninety-Nine's voice finally caught your attention, though it was a struggle. The sensation of the bun felt so good that your hand subconsciously squeezed it again. However, something felt off, especially with Hella snickering besides you. So you followed the direction of your hand.

???!!!

YOUR POV

(the so-called tenderness, I see, respectfully 👀)

As if electrocuted, you panicked and withdrew your hand from the soft rear. To make the situation even more embarrassing, a certain gremlin's comment was the icing on the cake.

"HAHAHAHA! How is it, Chief? Why don't you come closer to really appreciate the tenderness? Come on!"

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Hella: Purposely putting your hand there was something genius of me!

You: You- what?!

You: ...

You (sigh in relief): I thought my hand was the one who did something naughty.

Hella: F***! Don't act like you didn't enjoy that!

Ninety-Nine: Enjoy what?

Image by PathtoNowhereEN on Twitter/X

[jndoe]

⸻⸻  • ⁍ @call3am

ㅤ there's a few sinners who get shifty about their work schedules. the secretary always brings work back to her cell after she clocks out⸻ folders, some days thicker than others. the one new tech hire stands near the punch— out machine & gets her nose into everyone's business ( *someone jane tries to avoid during the workday ). technically, all sinners work for the bureau via mission, but only a handful are daily employees. as one, jane enjoys a work— life balance. it's the only way to stay afloat deductions & progress.

ㅤ the library is hardly busy. the recreation room sees fluctuations in energy, particularly at night, but the library remains stagnant for researchers & shyer inmates. jane was never an avid reader or cared for dust, but the MBCC's library has an impressive collection of vinyl records. most of the recreation room stores popular vinyls⸻ recent songs with a newer player. the library has a corner with several boxes markered by genre, maybe year. jane prods boxes that date before nightfall, sometimes trades recommendations with middle— aged coworkers before they head home for the day with a disc checked out. there's a few quieter rooms that jane borrows, listen to the vinyl on a dinosaur of a machine and nod along.

ㅤ she's usually alone in her search, but an innate sense tells her she's not. jane looks up. catches glimpse of a woman with silver hair & hesitant eyes. she looks down, fingering through a few envelopes with indecision & respect for privacy. word floats quickly but creepy noises in the training room before five AM strike quicker. jane put a name to voice after she dropped a weight on her foot in shock.

ㅤ eleven doesn't seem... bad, but jane's throat constricts, meek. a professional stoicism was shattered by a hobby so... nerdy. restlessness prevails: jane looks up.

ㅤ "you used to work on a radio show, right?" she whispers to catch her eye or be ignored altogether, "what kind of music do you like?"

[violentsinnxr]

[NOTES FOR LATER.]

❝ I wonder if keeping a diary would allow me to relax and perhaps give me a safe place to reflect on my daily life and my role as the Chief of MBCC.

I can only keep so many thoughts and questions in my mind before I get overwhelmed. Writing them on paper might relieve me from the constant pressure of occupying the role that I have.

I'm currently writing this on a brand new notebook given to me by Nightingale and I have yet to figure out what to do with it. Reading Doyle's notes probably inspired me more than I originially gave it credit for.

Consider this a preface, I suppose. And if somehow, this notebook had to fall in someone else's hands... There is probably nothing of value that is worth your attention and your time.

The following pages will probably be filled with "the thoughts of a weakling who cannot do anything without his shackles or his Sinners". Isn't that right?

And who knows... Maybe my future self, the one who manages to recover his memories, would like to recall how it felt like to be stripped of them.

It may be hard to read those lines as they appear either innocent or ignorant to you, if not both. But remember that I'm trying my best to survive and live in a world that seemingly doesn't wish to have me.

That should be enough for now. In fact, I ended up writing way more than I expected. ❞

[crimson-lair]

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN MBCC (in a nutshell), MAY 13 FEBRUARY 14

CHOCOLATE WAR (ROUND 1)

This is.. basically what's going on inside my head. Don't mind this.

Possibly OOC.

Chief: Ah.. really? You want to give it to me?

*pat* *pat*

Chief: Thank you, Hecate.

Hecate: It is what I should do, Chief..

[+5] Total: 5

Chief: You don't want the chocolates?

Ignis: I prefer crème brûlée.

Chief: Thank you.

Ignis: Hmm.. *walks away while taking another spoonful*

[+4] Total: 9

Chief: You can't trick me with that.. but why do you only have three?

EMP: Roulecca got lucky- Ah! I mean, she stole mine!

[+3] Total: 12

Looking at the amount of chocolates on Chief, Eirene knew she has been defeated.

Eirene: Play another round of chess with me later. (or approve the documents)

[+6] Total: 18

Without saying a word, Demon gave a thumbs up to Chief after voluntary handing out his chocolates.

[+3] Total: 21

Zoya: You're here. Just take it.

Chief: ?

Zoya: I can just take you away right now. Do I look like I need chocolates for that?

Chief: .. Fair enough.

[+19] Total: 40

Chief: What? No, I didn't cheat. And don't point your gun at me, it's against the rules.

Roulecca: Tch, you're not fun, Chief.

[+28] Total: 68

Chief: I should have 68 chocolates by now- eh? Why 58?

Someone was running, and Chief knew exactly who it was.

Chief: Bai Yi!

Bai Yi: Thank you, Chief! I'll pay it back to you after I sell it! With 15℅ interest! I promise!

Then she's gone. She's a runner, she's a track star.

[-10] Total: 58

Chief didn't need to know, she can feel that Coquelic was the final showdown for this round.

Coquelic: How many chocolates do you have by now?

Chief: Fifty eight..

Coquelic: .. I see.

Coquelic: Remember to come to my room tonight. *throws an unknown love shaped pink box to Chief's hand*

Chief: ...

[+40] Total: 98

ROUND 1 COMPLETED. SUCCESSFULLY GOT 98 CHOCOLATES IN HANDS!

[crimson-lair]

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN MBCC (in a nutshell), DAY XX1

Where..? Wasn't she supposed to be in bed? Then why is she outside?

Weird.

A big question mark hanging on top of Chief's head as she looked around. It was even weirder when the corridor of MBCC didn't have any people passing by, only the same old, dimly lit lamps. Speaking about the lamps, she did find them a bit eerie when she set her foot here. Maybe the staffs were vampires? But that was just a silly assumption that she discarded long ago.

But then again, why was she here when she's supposed to be in her bed? It was rare for her to return to her room, yet that didn't mean she'd actually sleep outside, on the floor even.

"..." After pacing back and forth, Chief finally figured out that she's stuck here, at this floor level. How so? There seems to a barrier that's preventing her from walking further. Maybe it's one of the Sinners' actions? But she couldn't feel it through her Shackles.

Oh well, there's no other choice but to sleep in one of the rooms.

Chief pushed open the door closest to her without hesitation, only to stop in her track, and immediately closed the door shut. Turns out there were Sinners inside, precisely Tetra and Pricilla. Not surprised actually.

Good thing for Chief, her footsteps were silent as ever as she didn't seem to see them stopping their make-out session.. That's what she believes.

'Wrong room..'

She blinked. Once. Twice. Then walked to the door next to it without a change of expression.

And oh..

There's another pair of Sinners inside. No one in particular, just a fish woman and a redhead.

'Wrong room again..'

But this whole thing was just ridiculous that Chief ignored these side rooms and went to the opposites.

And who would have thought.. again.

*sigh*

'It's 3AM, are they animals? Their stamina must be powerful..' ..That's a fact.

Yet another wrong room. This happened to her TWICE AGAIN before she reached the last room. Could you believe that she almost got a jump scare from just a glimpse of her adjutant and her boss? Well, she almost screamed.

Her body, her mind, her eyes, were already so tired that she immediately slammed the last door shut as she saw the exact same scenario. Turns out there's no room for her to sleep--

"Wait a minute.."

"..."

"Isn't that me in the last room?!"

Chief was about to turn back to see if she was right. See if it really was her that was getting wrecked by a bunch of sadists. Yet again, before she could reach the door, her body suddenly lost its function when she turned around and she slipped down to the floor.

Blackout!

When Chief opened her eyes, she found out she was lying down on the soft bed of her own, facing the white ceiling. There seems to be no change in her lying position..?

Ah..

That was just a dream.

.. then why her body sore?

IDK why I wrote this while.. in office, during working hours 🧍‍♀️

F grammar

[crimson-lair]

TETRA / PRICILLA

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN MBCC (in a nutshell), MAY 20

Fun fact! Do you know that May 20/520 is a slang word used by Chinese people that means "I love you"

No ending cus I can't think of anything.

Click——

It was the sound of someone's footsteps getting closer to the door.

Hearing that, the bunny's ears twitched slightly, immediately woke up from its slumber. Although the bunny suddenly lost its human body, the vigilance developed as a human has become instinctive.

But it was too late. The bunny's reaction was too slow. Now the bunny only felt the back of its neck tighten slightly, and then its body flying midair.

Facing the bunny's eyes were a pair of beautiful eyes, with a nice curve at the corners and icy blue irises surrounding the pupils.

Who else if not the smelly fox?

"I obviously feel someone's presence here, how come it's a bunny instead.."

Suddenly, the bunny's muscles tensed up, because she felt a gentle, moderate pinching force on her ears.

The warm and soft, fluffy fur made Tetra's heart soften. She had seen many rabbits with monotone colors, but she had never seen anything like this cute bunny in front of her—the whole body was purple in color, and the eyes are actually crimson red.

Just like her beloved Pricilla.

So Tetra pinched the bunny's ear twice more than necessary.

And what about the bunny in question? It's indeed Pricilla. Either the fox was playing dumb or maybe just purely stupid for not recognize her. But that didn't stop her from staring angrily at Tetra that smoothly put her into their arms.

Hateful..

[TIMESKIP]

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" The voice suddenly came closer and startled Pricilla so much that she subconsciously dodged backwards.

But the smelly fox has no intention to let go the cute bunny. Tetra put her arms around the bunny, rubbed her face against the fur, and sighed with satisfaction, "So soft."

Obviously, the bunny was not prepared for this. The bunny struggled but failed to break free. Forget about pinching her ears, the evildoer was clearly trying to take advantage of her. She's sure of it.

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Pricilla: Who said it's a good idea to turn me into a bunny?

Tetra: I see nothing wrong with it.

Pricilla: This smelly fox.. shameless!

Tetra: >:)

Pricilla: 🖕

Me: Ahem- It's my fault but 😏

Pricilla: *prepares gun*

Me: *shrieks*

🦊🐰

[crimson-lair]

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN MBCC (in a nutshell), DAY ###

feat. Coquelic

"What did you just say?!"

Upon hearing your comment, Coquelic paused watching the show, and stopped gnawing on her fried chicken 🐓. She couldn't believe you had the audacity to call her an old woman, a grandma no less! Look closer, where's the wrinkles around her face? There's none!

"This brat- Hey! Where are you going!?"

Coquelic felt a spike of anger rise up within her, she tossed the chicken 🐓 bone to the ground. How bold of you to run away from her after saying those words! She may be short (oh wait..), but she was no weakling! Without hesitation, she immediately chased after you with sword in her hand.. Let's just say, today is not your lucky day.

"Come back here!"

Suddenly, something flew past your shoulder – a flying slipper! Then another hit you on the head!

OHH! A headshot!

The next thing you know..

"You want a granny that much? Let me show you how an old woman is like."

*SMACK 🤺* *SMACK 🤺*

You were on her lap, getting spanked on the butt. She then lifted your chin up, forcing you to look into her clear, young-looking face.. with a smug grin!

"Look again, do I look old to you?"

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Coquelic: Where's the fried chicken?

Coquelic: Tch.. Kid, be filial, and buy me another bucket.

Reader: 🧍‍♀️

Reader: Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own action 😀

Inner trauma in asian household, engraved in the bones 👯

And oh my, it is bold of me for using three digits for days! I don't think she would last that long- //gets another spank

[crimson-lair]

PATH TO NOWHERE

Angell - Is it you or me who's yearning so badly? (short scenario. probably will make it into a fic)

Mira - you want her, don't you?

Levy/Mr. Fox (short scenario)

Daily life in MBCC

you shouldn't call her that

chief's dreams?

chocolate war (Coquelic)

Tetra/Pricilla (short scenario)

MBCC LovePost (short scenarios)

Garofano

Stargazer (1) (2)

Oak Casket

Langley

Zoya

Ninety-Nine

MBCC Dating Sim

Cinnabar

Raven

Dreya

Rahu

RANDOM

Mini thoughts on Chief Zoya with a child

Not so reliable guide for Eternal Nightmare