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[i-lack-toes]

Lady Luck

Chapter 2 ish

It had been a couple days since you were last used. That was going to take some time getting used to… You were being carried around, bouncing against your owner's body as he made rounds but he was just carrying you. You had tried to use these quiet days to try to communicate with this ghost person, but instead of actually saying anything all you managed to do was jam up when he went to fire you. Still, it was an improvement. The blockhead never really put you down for more than a minute, a bit obsessive in a sense.

His hands were constantly stroking your sleek shell, making sure that you were well polished and looked after. You found that he was a bit of a clean freak after he cleaned your entire body after a day's use. He had done it so fast and efficiently that you weren’t able to be properly shocked. You could feel him clean your insides out from top to bottom, ensuring that he got every little speck of dust… it felt… too personal, ya know? Then when he had put you back together, he had spent more than an hour polishing the outside.

It was even weirder when that Soap fellow commented on it, apparently the lieutenant wasn't this careful with all other weapons. “Guess you ‘ave to keep ‘er well kept, huh Ghost?” he had said to the man working on small specks of dust, peering down over his shoulder at you as he watched the lieutenant. Ghost just grunted in response, a brief ‘fuck off’ was heard. Soap just cackled as he walked away, before coming back again “ain't it supposed to have one of those look out things?” he asked; taking another look at you, taking you in slowly like he missed something.

“There was an issue, apparently the screen wasn’t working correctly when they tried it out the first time, I’ll be getting that attachment later this week.” Ghost sighed out, clearly exasperated that his subordinate was still bothering him during his ‘alone’ time. “It's bad enough that these scientists are having me be their test subject, but having to wait until I get the full thing assembled is a pain in the ass, ‘specially when we got things to do '' he grumbled, his mask moving as he continued his complaints. Soap was just nodding, not looking like he fully understood what was being said, but agreeing nonetheless. The hell were they grumbling about? You were missing pieces?? Thats a bit fucked no? Maybe once youve got the new piece in place, youll be able to get the fuck out of there!

You were practically vibrating with excitement, you must have warmed up the casing as you heard a soft “fuck!” and suddenly you were doused in cold water. “Oi Johnny! Get me some cloth’s and shit, shes fucking turning hot for some damn reason!” Ghost barked over at the other guy, who ran around following the orders while he stood over you holding the now empty glass. He was staring at his hand, from what you could see, it was a bright red. Shit. you burnt him… wait, you burnt him? Quickly you pressed your face against the cold casing trying to see if you were actually able to do something other than jamming up! He was turning his hand a bit, and there! It was definitely a burn! Not a bad one but something nonetheless! Soap came running back throwing what looked to be a towel or something on top of you, causing your environment to become dark and muffled.

[i-lack-toes]

LADY LUCK

Summary: your a gun, a gun of strong beefy men

Warnings: probably death, murder, so like violence? Some kinky stuff and Ye

Chapter 1

You had just died, you were sure of it.

You remembered taking your last (or what felt like your last) breath.

You had been heading to work driving along the highway jamming out to some song to get yourself hyped to spend 8 hours talking to snobby customers and playing ball with your less than desirable coworker. But thanks to construction and people not paying attention, you were caught up in a collision.

You had tried to move out of the way; but the semi truck was going too fast, essentially flattening you like a pancake in your vehicle while the stereo still blasted. An interesting experience all in all. But it wasn’t as interesting as what you were experiencing now, which was nothing.

You had tried to move around, tried to move your hands or your head. But nothing moved, it almost felt as if you were soldered in place, almost like you were immobilized.

When you tried to open your eyes, nothing showed. It was black. Dark. That's when you started to panic, mentally thrashing about trying to open your eyes, to at least FEEL like you're doing something.

Time had passed, but you didn't know how long. You were exhausted. Constantly feeling drained. The more you tried to understand your current situation, the more confused you got. You were supposed to be dead.

More time had passed and you were still panicked, but you had calmed down somewhat. You knew that you felt something, but you just didn't know what it was. You couldn't focus with your mind cluttered, trying to make sense of your reality.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, you tried to focus, do some meditation that you remembered seeing on TV. An image of yourself suddenly projected itself into your mind, showing that you were sitting down taking those deep breaths. You had calmed down slightly, enough to really clear your mind for the first time in a while.

It took a minute, maybe two before you did feel something. It was Cold, like metal. It felt.. unfeeling? It covered your entire body causing it to feel constricted, this was what was keeping you hostage.

You could feel that you were tilted, like you were lying down on your side. It was like… a coffin, or maybe one of those mummy wrappings. You stayed where you were situated, unable to do anything other than think.

…….You were bored. Mind numbing, body aching, toe curling, fucking bored. There was nothing to do other than reflect on your life and where you went wrong, at this point you wanted nothing more but to turn your brain off.

For a while you had thought that maybe you were in hell, or whatever hell was, because this right here? Plain torture, you were practically going crazy from not doing anything and being subjected to your own mind without anything to distract you. Sure there wasn't anyone visibly torturing you, but leaving you alone with nothing to do but think?

You were sure that it had been days at this point, there was nothing here other than you. It was ridiculous, what had you done to deserve this? Had you been an atheist? Were you a sinner? Was there actually no god and this happened to everyone? Honestly you were surprised that you were thinking at all, at this point you could become a philosopher or something with how much you were questioning this entire realm.

A sudden warmth jostled you out of your thoughts, it felt like there was someone grabbing you… with their hands, around your body? But that's not possible, no matter how big someone was they couldn't physically wrap their hands around you… could they? No, that's just crazy talk. But then who the fuck was picking you up? You mentally screamed as your body swished through the air and landed hard on something solid. But as that happened, you felt something come out of your body. A flick and all of a sudden it felt that you were standing. Bewildered you tried to take a step but all you got this time was a jolt, you had moved something!

A sudden brightness blinded you and finally you were welcomed to sight! You squinted and tried to focus your eyes on the outside world, finally you would be able to figure… What kind of sick joke is this? In front of you was a shooting target, probably miles away from what you could figure out. There were multiple of them all aligned in a row, with the sun bearing down on a sandy field. This was completely different to where you must have been held up in, because the heat was almost unbearable, almost as if you were absorbing the sun rather than reflecting it. Two gloved hands suddenly appeared below you, and grabbed on to your scope to steady your sight….. What?

Scope? My sight? You have to be fucking kidding. As you realized what had happened you were fired, a bullet left your body hitting the target in front of you. It shocked your body as a finger touched your trigger making you yelp, you were a fucking rifle! Another shot was fired and your body jolted from the kickback, you were being held upright softly but firmly.

“ Come on Lieutenant, is that the best you can do?” a voice heckled from your side as another shot was fired, this time not from you. A gruff hmph replies from behind you as fingers slide along your ammunition clip, replacing it with a full one as another bullet is loaded into your chamber. It felt so unreal and yet so… good? You gasped softly as a finger pushed the trigger again, not yet firing but softly caressing it? It tickled you making you shiver, you blinked as the scope was moved yet again making you see closer to the targets than before.

“ Are you trying to bait me Soap?” a deep voice came from the chest you pressed into, rumbling against your entire body.

“Because it’s working.”