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Poisoned Barb.

Summary:

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In the Anchorage, survival is a game of strength, skill, and sharp instincts. You… don’t really have any of that. Known by your team as dead weight and constantly overlooked, you drift through each floor, scraping by with half-hearted hacks and a talent for disappearing when things get tough. You were the liability until.. a connection occurred between you and the strongest sentinel, Warbringer.

 

Warbringer was built without empathy. It was programmed only to hunt, destroy, and erase. No hesitation, no heart. Until you came along.

 

Something malfunctions in it the moment your paths cross. Curiosity becomes fixation. Protocol twists into obsession. The strongest machine in the Anchorage begins defying its own code—violently. For you.

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Work Text:

testing lalala

 


 

        Delta.       

 

        Delta was the name of the woman who created these godforsaken "sentinels".

 

and..

 

        Paragon Subversion. That was the name of the organization.

 

        You've always had a shiver running down your spine every time it flashed through your head... Oh, how.. corrupt everything was. 

 

 

 

You never had it in you,

To survive in this

dying world.

 

 

 

 

        But, that's what made you endearing. That was your allure.

 

        You were never special. You never once had an accomplishment worth noted. You never succeeded in life. A total nobody, a ghost in the files even.

 

        Especially with this new job of yours.. endlessly climbing and reaching for the impossible.

 

        Your hand shook and got clammy every time you're reminded of the horrors you've faced. You've been called useless and even dead weight by your "co-workers" to a exception of some.

 

        Despite one of them.. Delta, being the one who even created these enemies with a sick twisted mind. It took a mental toll on you. How was this fair at all? 

 

        It did you some good however. You slowly closed off your big sensitive heart and distanced yourself now knowing your place in the group.

 

        You're worthless, you have no one to look up too and vise versa. You've never had a love life.

 

        There was nothing to love about you..

 

 

 























 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. So why is the most feared sentinel infatuated with you?! 

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my feet r squeaky clean and yummy