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[polnich]

Sigh, yeah...

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

[polnich]

OW Tanks being saved from near death

Warnings: Blood, Angst, Death and body harm Characters: Hazard, Ramattra, Junker Queen, Sigma, Reinhardt A/N: featuring the tanks I usually play because all roles is just tank and I want to die playing so much tank.

Hazard - He was a lot of things being safe was not one of them, after all he was willing to risk his own life for them. - The Phreaks lived a risky life, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. They were his family and he would do anything for them. - But he sometimes forgets they would do anything to keep him safe. Even risking their own lives for him. - You have taken a hit that he should have taken, a blade that should be in his flesh, not yours. - But you reacted first, using your own body to bump into his side, making it the attacker miss his originally target. - “Shit no!” - Seeing your blood stain your clothes was something he wished he never had to see yet here it was. The blade was currently through your left shoulder after your body had pushed him out of the way. - He took care of the attacker with a quick slash, his focus now quick to you. - “I Should of-” - “No… It fine you would've been stabbed in the heart, I can survive getting stab in the shoulder you know.” - You tried smiling, brushing the pain off, trying to lighten the mood. - It didn’t work as he clearly was worried what will happen to you. -He picked you up running to get the other Phreaks and to get your injury taken care of. Next time he should be the one being stabbed.

Ramattra - He made a lot of enemies in his life, so he wasn't surprised that someone had tried to kill him. Though this one might have been the closest one yet. - He was shot right in his head, hitting a major circuit, destroying the connected to his control of limbs. - He barely could move, dropping his void accelerator as he started to losing motor controls. Before he hit the ground like a brick. - Oil bleeding out from the gun hole as the shadows of what will be his killers stood over him, a group of anti omnic humans… how poetic. -A bottle of spray paint was thrown above the group explosion, creating a blanket of colourful mist. Which not only remove the group ability to see it affect him as well. -What felt like a chain was thrown around his body, pulling way from the group into an alley. -The paint was wiped from his faceplate, letting him see who had saved him. -You stood over him, worry in your eyes as your eyes scan his injury. - “Don’t worry, I can fix that, but not here.” -He had many question on who you were, but he can’t lie he was grateful for what you have done. - “Why are you helping me?”-He had to asked, after all he was the leader of Null Sector and you who had saved him were - “Why wouldn’t I? Your injured you need help… Plus no one deserve to die on a street human, omnic it doesn’t matter.” -Even though he doesn’t say it he was grateful for what you're done as you dragged his body to a different location.

Junker Queen -It was a normal day in Junker Town, or well as normal as it can be in Junker Town. -And for the Queen of the Town, she was currently getting some air and also finding something to do as she was quite bored. -Walking, she noticed some odd colour metal that was bolted down, but being how everything was made with scrap here, it wasn’t out of the norm for something to had odd colour placing. -So she walks forward-thinking nothing off it, but maybe she should've checked it. -Because just as she steps onto the odd coloured metal, it gave in to her weight. As it wasn’t metal, it was a blanket that was covering a hole. -But just as her foot goes through, she was hit by a bag of junk. With the force the bag was thrown, she was knocked to the side, saving her from going through the hole. -You were moving some scrap metal, keeping it all in a bag. But seeing what was about to happen you reacted, throwing the bag hitting her side. -Recovering from what had happened, she got to her feet. Looking back at the once covered spot that now was just a hole. At the bottom of the hole was a bunch of metal shaped into spikes. It was a trap. -She turned to you, she was different angry from what you're done, but she could understand the logic. - “Well damn, thanks for that, but next time don’t throw your junk at me!” -She kicked the bag of junk that was thrown at her, doing so breaking the bag, making some of the junk metal fall out. - “Right… Sorry.” -Her attention was snap away from you, back to the trap she nearly fell in. Someone had set up this trap, as she was going to figure it out who did it and give them a piece of her mind. - “Oi you make up for throwing your junk, you're finding out who did this.” - She came over, dragging you to go be her assistant to her task.

Sigma

-Poor old man didn’t even notice he was in danger. - Currently he was out of a mission that had been long finished and his reward for a task well done he was allowed to enjoy the nature. - Which with him currently kneeling down watching a butterfly come out of it cocoon, a soft smile on his face. He was differently enjoying this reward. - So much he didn’t even notice the shadow creeping up on him. - When a bang gone off he stood up high alert.  - Turning to his side he found a dead body right next to him and taking a look at the body clothes it seem they were an assassin. - Looking back, he saw you standing a bit away, the gun in your hand having fresh smoke come from it barrel. - “Oh.” - His attention was split between you as you come over and the dead body next to him. - “Are you alright?” - He nodded, answering your question as his eyes remaining on you. You were clearly worried, and he was always grateful for that. - “I’m fine, thank you, I didn’t notice they were there.” - You sighed, shaking your head. - “It fine, what were you looking at anyway?” - A smile broke onto his lips as he was more than happy to show you what he was looking at.

Reinhardt - You wanted to do so many things at this moment, and giving the old crusader a piece of your mind was differently up there. - He had charged a head and end up crashing into a wall.  - For a moment it was funny until the aftermath could be seen and only did the horror of what had happened finally show itself. - He pulled himself from his size hole only to find he couldn’t breathe, his helmet was crushed in on his head blocking air to get in. - Dropping his rocket hammer, his hands go to his head as he tries to remove the damaged helmet. - You had to act, so taking the knife from your belt, you shove it between the smallest gap of his helmet. Using it to open the helmet enough to free his head. - After a bit the helmet came off being quickly dropped to the ground.  - Coughing painful for a small moment he took a moment rubbing his throat, his eyes flicking to the helmet before looking to you. - He laughed from what had just happen, laughing off what had just happen to him only to be cut off by a light slam on his cheek. His smile fell, you were clearly quite mad at him. - “Don’t laugh, you could've died!” - Normally he would of laugh it off your worry, but instead he sighed lowing his head. - “Your right… Thank you for saving this old dog life.” - Now it was your turn to sigh, the angry you once had disappearing. - “Guess that means I don’t need a helmet any more!” - He was back to his normal self laughing once more, getting quite a death stare from you.

[polnich]

Heya, so welcome to my evil side blog >:)

Were it so evil, I am on main simping over fictional characters… and improved my own writing, but doing it evilly. I should probably mention I do have Dyslexia, but hey I'm using a spell checker, so hopefully everything make senses.

But doing this all evilly >:)

I use They/Them pronouns anyway, hope you enjoy this evil side blog not sure if I'll link my main blog eh I'll think about it.

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