/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>142469

>With a creak and the sound of electricity far off you slowly step off the train with the girl in tow

>As she moves her over sized sleeves slip down to her elbow

>With her arms exposed she looks much more robotic

>There are jagged lines and exposed wires running along her forearms and the girls elbows are a motorized circular protrusion that divides the two halves of her limbs

>You take in your surroundings

>What you see is somewhat of a standard Metro station but with quite the view

>The rail for the trains are suspended far above a never ending void of building after building

>You see tons of smashed or inactive screens attached to the walls of the station

>Rubble all around

>There is what looks like a bloodstain in the corner too

>"A-are y-you okay, Mr. C-Christenson?" The girl asks after a while

>You reply that you're fine, but confused. You have no memory of entering that train

>Furthermore nothing like the current structures you see existed in your memory

>The girl gives you a confused look

>"I don't… understand."

>You tell her to forget you asked about that, but posed her another question as well

>"How do you know my last name?"

>To which she replies with a smile

>"You s-silly..! I was a-a-assigned to your c-case..!"

>Resolving that asking her directly is useless, you decide to find a working terminal. Hopefully the computers in this station would be powerful enough to read the Android's memories and files

>"Hey Robot, what's your name?"

>"I am m-m-model R-3-M-1, Mr. Christen-en-enson!" The girl said before giggling girlishly, her artificial skin reddened slightly as she laughed

>"It's nice to meet you, R-3." You say before walking forward a few feet and tapping on one of the broken displays. It's completely dead

>"Can you bring up directions to the nearest working terminal?"

>"Ah, o-of course sir!"

>The girl lowered her head and went quiet for a while

>"There's one two floors abov-bov-bove us, Sir."

are there going to be silicon creatures

>>142488

>The two of you had been walking for quite some time now

>There was something… eerie about this train station

>You saw many shadows moving out of the corner of your eye

>If only you had vision augments

>Then again, R-3-M-1 hadn't seen any of them so a vision augment might not make much difference

>It was all quite unnerving to you as an unaugmented regular Human

>Because honestly? You were quite suspicious of a bladed weapon pistol combination's effectiveness

>As you walked you began to make small talk with the droid

>The first thing you asked her was obvious

>"So what's the name stand for?"

>She stopped dead in her tracks for a moment as if to pull a distant memory to mind

>"Replicant 3rd g-g-g-g… gen Model 1."

>Ah, that made sense

>Soon you reached a staircase, rubble and debris all about you

>It was at this point a pattern was becoming noticeable

>None of these rooms you had encountered so far seemed to have any true purpose

>Most of them looked like random modules thrown together by something that had no idea how humans lived

>So far you'd seen five kitchens, two bathrooms, a ballroom, and seven waiting rooms along with a plethora of empty space

>These thoughts occupied you to about halfway up the stairway when the girl stopped in her tracks once more

>"Mr. C-c-c-c… Christenson, I sense a presence furthe-r-r-r-r-r-r-r up." She said in a more serious voice than you'd expect from her

>"Eh? What is it?" You asked naively

>"I am i-i-i-incapable of telling."

>This answer baffled you

>How could a machine so advanced be so useless?

>At least she was good conversation thus far

>"Should I be worried?" You asked, a hint of your true fear and anxiety entering your voice

>"It appears to be be-h-h-h-h-hind a h-h-h-h-heavy door of some… sort."

>You did not say anything and simply continued up the stairs, not even bothering to draw your pistol

>And at the top of the stairs, on the second floor, was an out of place blast door

>It was ginormous, nearly four times the height of your 6'3 self

>And as you approached a low growl echoed out

>And tiny whispers could be heard

>You and R-3 stepped back in shock as the center of the door began to ripple in dark waves

>A loud banging noise and an inhuman screech reverberated through the two of you as the massive gate broke down into an ichorous black fluid

>As it slowly melted away you heard a loud sucking noise as the ichor reformed itself into something you could barely call humanoid

>It stood at nine feet tall and was made entirely of the fluid. Its face was feminine but generic, emotionless, and machine-like, as if it were formed from random bits of data

>And as you studied it closer, paralyzed with fear, you saw that the ichor was not in fact a liquid but billions upon billions of tiny machines

>Quietly and without emotion it shot its "arm" forward at your face, its end needle like and sharp

>As if programmed in, your reflexes broke through your fear and you drew the blade upon your back

>At the moment it left its scabbard instantly you could feel it vibrate like a concert hall

>The blade had an outline it was moving so quickly

>And when it clashed with the creatures hideous form it made an equally hideous sound

>A wet slash and a loud bang accompanied with a scream of pain

>And, before you could even think, before you even knew what you were doing, your subconscious had already charged the creature down and struck at its "head"

>Another loud squelch and bang, it collapsed and the little bit of unscathed fluid crawled away in terror

>You panted heavily as the sheer force of the blades vibration ached your wrist

>Quickly you slid it back into its sheath

>You had never been in a fight in your life

>Why were you capable of such violence?

>But more importantly, a question for R-3 had to be asked

>"W-what the hell was that?"

>She looked around, studying

>Soon she leaned forward and picked a pile of the dead liquid up

>"Nanov-v-v-v-v-virus."

>After a brief explanation the two of you continued onward

>And near immediately found a stairway to the third floor

>robot monstergirls

Ayo fam, hol' up I gots some for ya.

Finally I get a chance to post Yuga.

And to quote a danbooru commenter; It's a amazing what a pair of cat ears and moe face can do to a grotesque character.

>>142647

>>142650

>>142651

>>142650

What's that from? It seems pretty damn good.

>>142621

>Your arm has been aching like hell since you lunged at that strange beast

>The speed at which the blade vibrated, whilst making it unbelievably deadly, also made it horrifyingly difficult to control

>You tell this to R-3 as the two of you walk towards the central terminal room of the Metro station

>As soon as you say this she perks up and smiles a happy grin, telling you not to worry

>She reaches into her backpack and pulls from it a syringe

>"It w-w-won't hurt a b-bit she says!" As she holds it out to you

>You become awkward and silent for a moment as you begin to edge away from her

>"I umm… I'm fine now!" You say to her in a poor liar's tone

>"But s-sir..! J-just a mome-mome-moment ago you complained of g-g-g-great pain!" R-3-M-1 exclaims in shock

>"C-could it b-b-be that you are s-s-s-s-scared?"

>You act defensive whilst still edging away but it is no use

>Before you have time to edge any further she stabs the needle into your wrist, making you wince and yelp

>But the pain does subside at a rapid rate

>Rubble and smashed windows are all around the two of you as you continue onward

>It seems a lot more… disorderly the further in you go

>Gone are the high class kitchens and waiting rooms, littered about with not a care

>And then you reach a massive spiral staircase, extending far above

>With no building attached

>You can see an endless technological abyss below yourself and a thousand miles of warped steel all around

>Screams, crashes, and miscellaneous sounds echo all around you through the vast cavern that is this structure

>Strengthening up your courage the two of you begin to climb the stairs

>You can see another room connected to the stairs, you imagine that this is the central room

>R-3 holds your hand as you walk, insisting that she has better balance

>Your bright red hair shifts and sways in the stirring wind as you climb further

>Her blue black synthetic hair follows suit

>Step after step, stumble after stumble you move with courage

>But it feels as if you barely pass any distance

>Three quarters of the way up the two of you rest

>R-3 tells you that four hours have passed

>You sigh and pull a liquid ration from your shoulder bag, siphoning it through your drinking tube

>It tastes bland and synthetic but you kind of like it

>R-3 kicks her feet around as she waits

(Last one for tonight.)

>>142663

https://danbooru.donmai.us/pools/1495

There's a part 2 in there which focuses on a gothloli cyborg but don't hold your breath for any more. Author is infamous for making shit that deserves there own series and never delivering.

>>142746

Join the club

Anyway, update in three or four hours.

What do you guys think of the story so far? Anything I could improve upon writing wise?

>Before continuing onward you decide to do a check up on your supplies

>You asked R-3-M-1 to catalog the contents of her backpack and begin to search through your shoulder bag as well

>You pull the pistol from your side and find it with six .45 Hollowpoint's in the mag and one in the chamber

>On the subject there were three additional magazines loaded with .45 hollowpoint in your bag and one filled to the brim with what appeared to be explosive rounds

>R-3 found four boxes of the HP's leaving you with around one hundred or so bullets of that type and seven of the explosive rounds

>Searching further the two of you discovered five more bags of the liquid ration which, according to their labels, would be enough to last you two months

>Two backup filters for your mask were discovered in a special compartment of the bag

>And some replacement parts for R-3 were present in her pack

>A look through your breast pocket revealed a clip on flashlight and a multi-tool of some sort

>And last but not least R-3 pulled out a knife with similar function to your blade

>Reminded by this reveal you took the time to study your sword

>Pulling it from its scabbard you realized that the holster was armed with an auto ejector system for ease of draw

>And that the vibration function was activated by gripping the handle

>Satisfied with your supply check, you offered R-3 your hand and pulled the girl up to her feet

>She giggled slightly and blushed as you continued up the spire

>All the way to a hatch at the top

>Finding it passworded you asked the girl for assistance

>"Of cou-ou-ourse, Mr… Christ-st-stenson!" She said with enthusiasm, doing a little joking salute before letting her head fall forward

>She sat still like that for a few moments as she cracked through the code

>The staircase creaked and debris fell in the distance

>As she took her time you stood behind her to shield yourself from the chilling wind

>Not even your long woolen coat could stop this terrible cold

>Out of boredom you began to play with the girls robotic face

>Her skin felt remarkably lifelike and even though you were thousands of feet above an abyss in an unending hellscape you couldn't resist doing such silly things

>Suddenly she snapped her head to attention as you booped her nose

>"S-sir! The door will n-now open!" The droid said with glee, failing to question your actions

>"Good job, R-3."

>>143089

I was actually going for that vibe to an extent.

I quite like the feeling of claustrophobic, dark places and humans living in them.

>You slowly push up the opening

>With a click and a mechanical beep it begins to slide on its own

>A screech of metal echoes out and it finishes its travel

>You draw your pistol and, building your courage, pull yourself into the next room

>Darkness surrounds you as you climb through the hatch

>Quickly, you activate your breast pocket light and blink as it sharply illuminates the room

>The walls are covered in wires and there are terminals and screens all around

>They do not seem damaged but they all lack power

>Leaning over the hatch you offer your hand to the droid, pulling her upwards

>She giggles once more and uses you as leverage to climb

>With an echoing footstep the two of you begin to search the room

>Thankfully her eyes can pick up the most minimal of lights so you need not worry for her vision

>Soon the two of you find yourself in another room

>It's walls are much closer together but the height of the ceiling is quite something to behold

>Your flashlight can not even reach the end of it

>There's actually a lift at the far corner of the room but that lacks power as well

>But what captivates you most is the center of the room

>There is a massive computer tower extending the whole height of the room

>And in its center rests a glowing red button

>Cautiously you approach and press upon it

>It sinks in satisfyingly and the hum of generators can be heard

>No lights activate but the screens all become active, bathing the various rooms in their mind melting LCD light

>R-3 lowers her head once more, her hair draping dramatically

>You wait patiently as she is no doubt working on something important

>Her head snaps to attention once more

>"M-Mr. C-C-C-Christenson… if you're looking for an uplink por-por-port I have been informed th-that the next floor contains several."

>You step onto the elevator with the robot

>She pulls the lever that sends the lift up

>The slowness of the machine is agonizing

>It inches along second by second as monitor after monitor, keyboard after keyboard. camera after camera pass you by

>And as you reach about halfway up the tower you hear an ear splitting scream

>You are horribly aware of a sloshing, liquidy noise accompanied by something not unalike vibrating metal

>"S–sir… I detect something further ahead!"

>>143123

>>143123

>You unsheathe your blade and unholster your pistol as the lift continues on

>The girl next to you awkwardly thumbs the knife in her hand as second after horrible second passes

>If you were not breathing filtered air than around this point in the ride you would be smelling the scent of silicon and gasoline

>And as you reach the end of your journey, eyes just barely passing the edge of the shaft, you bear witness to a terrible scene

>A creature not unalike what you faced before bending over a humanoid of some sort

>Its ichorous form is pulling the humanoid into itself

>Your eyes scan the… woman? You cannot tell too well

>Her skin is grey and artificial with many interlocking pieces and mechanical parts

>Horror strikes as the girl is pulled deeper and deeper into the viscous liquid, her legs dissolving and becoming one with the beast

>A tendril forces its way down her throat

>And at that moment, a loud chime announces that your elevator has arrived

>The girl locks eyes with you and the creature follows suit

>What remains of the woman drops from the beasts grasp, her mutilated torso falling on the ground

>A crimson blood like substance pools under her as she impotently attempts to pull herself away

>The liquid reforms fully and pulls from the wall the source of the earlier metallic vibration

>A sword identical to your own

>R-3 stands at attention as you aim down the sights of your pistol and let loose a single shot

>For that is all you manage before the beast charges forth

>It all happens so quickly… it all happened too quickly

>Your bullet missed

>R-3 leapt

>And a horrible sound of scraping steel and pierced flesh rang out

>All went quiet for a moment as you looked down

>There was a blade in your stomach

>The same blade rested in your companion as well

>The pain was intense and you quickly forced yourself off of it, scrambling away and dropping your sword

>Only to see the robot fall to her knees

>"Run… sir."

>>143461

>You began to run

>Your feet slogged about and you stumbled but yes, you ran

>The creature unsheathed the blade from the once happy girl and took a swing at you

>Only to be stabbed in the foot by the dying droid

>Blood poured from your wound and you held your stomach tightly as door after door, monitor after monitor, and regret after regret passed you by

>You heard the sound of scraping metal

>The beast, now crippled, had taken pursuit

>He dragged the blade behind him, leaving gashes in the floor

>Your breath became ragged and painful as you desperately drew air through the canisters strapped to your face

>A light shone before you, blinding your sight

>But you ran anyway

>Right into an open elevator

>The pain, the exhaustion, the grief, you fell to the floor and crawled to the panel

>You jammed your finger repeatedly into the "Lobby" button

>The creature continued onward, limping towards you with all of its might

>With a generic tone the doors finally began to close

>Ichor launched forward as the beast poured its whole being into its arm

>Only to be cut at the hand with a squelch as the doors slid closed

>You panted heavily for a moment as the hand reformed into a nameless puddle and began to rush towards you

>Pulling your pistol once more you fired

>The liquid exploded and ceased its movement but a new hell was awakened

>In the closed space your eardrums popped from the sound and bled

>For a minute you writhed in pain before coming back to your senses

>Tears welled in your eyes as you changed magazine

>But you had lost too much blood already and could not find the strength to bandage yourself

>You looked upwards at the screen in the elevator

>"Floor 543"

>"Floor 542"

>Rapidly the numbers fell

>You started to feel a haze as the adrenaline passed

>Everything felt so calm…

>In this tiny room you were safe

>"Floor 400"

>You violently coughed, staining your mask red from the inside

>"Floor 245"

>You began to think back on your life

>And even just on the last day

>That girl had been so cute… the way she giggled

>You thought of her last words to you

>"Run… sir."

>You felt a strange guilt

>"Floor 100"

>The lights had begun to flicker

>From time to time you blacked out

>"Floor 1: lobby"

>The doors opened with a hiss

>The sound awoke you momentarily

>What you saw must have been a hallucination

>The walls were made of flesh

>And an intense heat flooded the lift

>From the flesh figures emerged

>The flesh gave itself form and crawled into your safe room

>They looked like beautiful women

>One by one they caressed you and lulled you

>And a figure not unalike the beasts you had faced stepped forward

>She was different though… much more regal

>Leaning over she pulled the mask from your freckled and bloodied face

>She rubbed your cheek and smiled an uncanny smile

>"Do you wish to enter the dream?" She asked in a voice as sweet as honey

>You lacked the strength to move

>"Come, Adam. You will join us." She said as her form locked with yours

>You could no longer feel your legs

>And soon, you no longer felt anything

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>"Day 45096, log 501657"

>"Lost input from subject 3255 + escort, assuming terminated. New batch will arrive in under twenty four hours."

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>You wake up on a train

>>143653

>>143653

>You can feel the momentum of the locomotive as you stretch your sore back

>Lights flash all about and a smell of rubber permeates the air

>Or it would, if you could smell it

>You rub your right hand against your face only to find a gasmask sealed tightly against your cheeks

>You try to remember how you got here and come up blank

>A quick scan of your window reveals you to be far, far away from anything you remember

>All around you is twisted metal and endless structure

>You get a brief glimpse above yourself and only see more and more building

>Suddenly, the train lurches forwards and halts

>The sound of rusted metal and damaged engines fill the air as the doors to the next cart open

>A robotic voice gets halfway through an announcement on your current location before glitching into random noises

>You stand up and feel a weight on your back

>A sword rests in a holster over your shoulder and a pistol rests at your side

>Where did you get these?

>You walk into the next compartment and see an open door leading onto a station

>And for just a moment your eyes feel drawn to a dirtied and dingy old seat

>It was as if you expected someone or something to be there

>Slowly you inch your way off of the train

>The sounds of electric sparks and rubble echo out far away

>You take a deep breath and scan the room around you

>What you see is somewhat of a standard Metro station but with quite the view

>The rails for the trains are suspended far above a never ending void of building after building

>However the platform is strangely clean considering its surroundings, with little rubble or debris to be found

>And attached to various pillars you see many screens and monitors

>For a moment you feel yourself watched and see a glint like camera glass

>But upon your gaze it goes as if never there

>The train that transported you here speeds off with a terrible creaking

>You take a moment to consider your possible actions

>Seeing as you have no relevant memories leading up to this moment you decide that the best course would be to find some info on this location itself

>Perhaps there are still staff on hand?

>Approaching the monitors you quickly begin your info search

>The databases on these things are quite limited but you learn all you need to know

>That there is a staff and central computing room

>Two floors above you

>>144169

>Feeling satisfied with the info you've received you decide to take inventory

>In all of your memories you were a pacifistic man but now you find yourself armed to the teeth

>What happened to you?

>In your shoulder bag you discover extra filters, rations, and eight seven round magazines of .45 HP

>In total you had sixty three shots

>Soon you find yourself checking the blade on your back, quickly discovering the function

>God damn did that thing hurt your wrist

>Taking another deep drag on filtered air you stretched your sore back, threw the bag back over your shoulder, and headed onward

>Mazes of twisted steel and confused hallways awaited you

>Despite the main platform being near spotless the rest of this building appeared to be in ruins

>The concrete itself appeared to be rotting

>This was all made much more eerie by your sighting of an extra detail

>A trail of red liquid not unalike blood

>And you did not feel it a coincidence that along this smearing you found multiple shell casings

>You followed the red markings as your search for the central processing room continued

>For safeties sake you pulled your pistol from its holster

>Soon that line of red lead you to a long staircase

>Creaks and cracks echoed out as you made your way through

>The sound of your boots on steel reverberated in a lonely fashion

>And as you reached the top you saw a strange thing

>A large blast door, seemingly eaten through

>With careful movements you passed through the gate

>And into a large room occupied by a lone figure

>She sat in the center with a screwdriver in hand

>Her hair was long and pure synthetic black

>Her skin was silicone grey

>And she was attaching a left leg to her torso

>With a dead being of similar appearance beside her

>>144212

>Her head snaps up as you enter the room

>The girls beautiful black hair swayed from the motion

>And before you can even say your greetings she pulls an over sized pistol on you

>It's an automatic of some sort but the cartridge it fires must be absolutely ridiculous

>Gun in hand your reflexes quickly snap to attention and you aim down upon her

>It's a standoff

>Trying your best to hide the fear in your voice you ask of the girl her identity

>She remains quiet

>A whole minute passes this way with only the sounds coming from outside to accompany you

>Until you lose your concentration

>For just a moment you glance at her companion and realize that they are missing their left leg

>This quick absence of thought is what she was looking for

>A horribly loud sound of gunshot echoes out, reverberating off of concrete for miles and miles

>Just barely noticing the motion of her finger in time you dodge out of the way

>But a sharp pain in your arm rings out as the massive bullet rips a partial hole in your right bicep

>You yell out in pain

>As you jump under cover you feel a peculiar adrenaline rush

>It doesn't feel like anything in your memory

>Before you can even truly comprehend the situation you peek over the cover and let loose two shots

>The girl takes aim at you once more only to drop her weapon as her right arm is disconnected at the shoulder by a mushrooming bullet

>The next one just barely hits her left arm at the elbow, disabling it from that point on

>A red blood like liquid leaks from her wounds

>But at a rate much slower than it would had she been human

>You collapse to your knees for a moment following this

>Staring down at your right hand you found yourself to be slide bitten, having held the pistol wrong in your attempt to favour one arm

>You reach into your breast pocket and pull out a small multitool and use it to cut a piece of bandaging from your bag

>You watch as the girl wriggles about impotently as you wrap it tightly around your wound

>With a sigh and a deep breath you begin to stand

>She has begun to use her undamaged leg to crawl forward

>Standing to your full height you take a few steps before the pain in your bicep spikes

>You hold your wound as you walk towards her

>*Click* goes the hammer of your pistol as you stand over the synthetic being

>You tell her to stop

>And to answer your questions

>>144725

Yeah this has been a pretty fuckin good read so far.

Sorry for the wait guys, had a busy day.

>>145062

Funny thing about that pic is that those joints are exactly how I imagined R-3's to be.

>>144725

>She says nothing, simply going limp

>The pain in your arm, her reaction, the confusion… it is all quite infuriating

>You push her over onto her back with your foot, making her face you

>Her black and white coat is stained red from her injuries

>She glares at you

>You begin to question her

>Who was she? Why did she attack you? What happened to her and her companion?

>What was she?

>You add on at the end of your questions a promise. Should she answer you truthfully you would allow her to repair herself

>It would be obvious to any outsider looking in that you had no idea how to interrogate someone and were simply going off things you had seen in books and movies

>She continued to simply emote motionlessly

>You stood like that for a long time, pistol drawn, girl beneath your gaze

>In front of an endless landscape of steel, concrete, and wire

>Finally she said one simple sentence

>"Why should I answer, child of machine?." Quoth the girl

>You gave her a quizzical look and shot her question after question as to what she meant by "child of machine"

>But this was pointless, all for naught, as she soon began her streak of silence once more

>You raised your pistol, aiming down the sights at her frail figure

>You figured that you'd destroy the rest of her limbs before extracting what little data you could at the central processing room

>But as you tensed your finger… a strange guilt came over you

>You holstered the gun and, taking up the girls screwdriver, began to remove her broken pieces bit by bit

>By the end of this process all that was left was her right leg, which you had disabled by unfastening a bolt or two

>You ripped up her dead companions shirt and made it into a rope

>Finally you strapped what remained of the girl to your back and stored her right leg in your bag

>You'd decided that when finished ripping the memories from her brain you would leave her with a single working arm and the ability to repair herself

>Thus ensuring an escape

>You had always been a lonely man, never socializing much. It seems that in this depressing environment you had begun to long for companionship of some sort

>She remained quiet but you did not. As you walked through the station on your way to the processing room you passed the time by speaking to your unwilling companion

>Thank god she weighed so little

>Rubble and smashed windows are all around the two of you as you continue onward

>It seems a lot more… disorderly the further in you go

>Gone are the high class kitchens and waiting rooms, littered about with not a care

>And then you reach a massive spiral staircase, extending far above

>With no building attached

>You can see an endless technological abyss below yourself and a thousand miles of warped steel all around

>Screams, crashes, and miscellaneous sounds echo all around you through the vast cavern that is this structure

>Strengthening up your courage the two of you begin to climb the stairs

>>145265

Thats some pretty cool imagery you're posting. Is that perhaps somewhat like the beings of ichor-like sludge kinda look like?

>>145642

Yeah, they're based on that painting.

Zdzislaw Beksinski was amazing. Too bad he got stabbed by a pissed off Gopnik.

>>145265

>Your steel toed boots clank heavily upon the metal stairs

>You had not felt the weight of the torso strapped to your back till now

>But that was before exhaustion had begun to set in

>It felt like you were carrying a million pounds as you made your way up the ridiculous set of steps

>Panting, you decided to take a quick break

>Sitting down, you took a moment to survey your surroundings

>By this point you were at least halfway up the stairs, maybe more. You wished that you had something to tell you how much time had passed

>The girl sits quietly upon your shoulders as you pull a liquid ration from your bag

>According to the packaging a quarter of the contents would fuel your efforts for three days

>You laugh at the ridiculousness of that whilst removing the drinking tube from your mask

>Slowly you begin to consume the drink

>It tastes bland and synthetic but you kind of like it

>You think fondly of a memory from your childhood

>You were eating tasteless oatmeal with your parents in the highrise apartment that was your home

>The wind rustles through your bright red hair as you sit far above the Earth, thinking of times long lost

>You hope that the info you extract from this… thing will be enough to aid you in solving the gaps in your memory

>You allow yourself a short chuckle as you think of the strangeness of all of this… but you're smart enough to know this is no dream

>You never were one for deluding yourself

>As you digest the liquid it seems to make you feel strangely energetic

>At that moment you remember the two shots you fired

>Pulling out another magazine from your bag you quickly load your gun

>And scratch "Five left" into the used one with your multitool

>Finishing this process you stand to your full height

>The stairs creak eerily and in the distance you can hear falling concrete

>Grabbing onto the handrail you continue your ascent

>Right up to the top, where an open metal hatch awaits you

>As you step inside, pulling yourself through, you remark at all of the electronics stored in the well lit room

___________

>"Day 45097, log 501659"

>"Subject 3256 has encountered a Machina. Subject attempted to dispatch at first but seemed hesitant. Subject's current course is likely to be fatal. Preparing new batch."

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>>145796

>You briefly examine the many screens

>There's CRT, LCD, OLED, etcetera

>Strangely they lack any sort of branding

>The sound of a million electronics buzzing softly accompanies you as you continue to look about

>This room has an eery atmosphere about it

>It feels to calm

>As you continue to search around for an uplink port you find yourself in a room that looks to extend upward infinitely

>Your flashlight cannot even reach the end of it

>And as if timed to your actions you can hear a strange wet noise accompanied by that of scraping metal

>The girl on your back begins to breathe heavily and shake

>Her heart beat is much stronger than that of a human's

>You can feel it increasing second after second

>But you don't bother asking her what's wrong as but a second later the damp noises increase in volume

>And so does her heartbeat

>You can tell that it is fear she feels

>Pistol drawn, you begin to circle around the massive computer tower in the center of the room

>Until you find a switch to call a lift

>Second after agonizing second passes as the lift nears closer and closer

>Finally, with a loud mechanical noise, it clicks into place at the bottom of its shaft

>You step on board with shaking hands

>Your grip on your pistol is strong enough to constrict the blood flow in your Raynaud's disease ridden hands

>The girl has stopped moving

>It seems she powered herself down

>The sounds increase, now accompanied by your own ragged breathing

>Along the ride you see strange black ichor attached to the walls. It looks like it was ripped off of something

>Finally your head peaks over the edge of the long room

>All around you is darkness with only the small beam of your torch to illuminate your path

>The lift clicks into place loudly

>And the wet sound grows to an unbearable screech as black liquid upon the floor, wall, and ceiling crawls together into a humanoid form

>It crawls upwards as it gives itself life

>The being before you has unnaturally long limbs and a towering presence

>Finally you shine your light upon its upper half

>It has strong masculine features and a joyous grin plastered on its lower face

>It looks as if someone took a million men and turned them into one. The features are generic and human but wrong in a way you cannot describe

>It makes a noise like a thousand laughs and undulates its body grotesquely, pushing an object through its torso, arm, and finally its hand

>It's a chipped and damaged sword

>Identical to your own

>But before it can act you tense your finger and let loose three rounds

>It flinches as the mushrooming bullets rip through its torso, right arm, and face

>You continue to fire, emptying your magazine into the beast

>You don't even bother to aim, the adrenaline that pumps through your veins makes your heart feel like it's going to explode

>*Click Click Click*

>Quickly you release your magazine and reach for another

>The creature of ichor sits there, its lower half melted into a puddle

>It is missing its entire right arm and has dropped its sword

>But it is still alive

>You stumble, and drop your new magazine

>The creature pours its whole being into a tendril

>And launches forward

>Your heart beats like rain on a tin roof

>Time seems to slow down

>And you close your eyes

>Only to open them as the sound of vibrating metal, footsteps, and moist splashing reverberate through your very being

>An intense screeching pierces your ears as the beast is mercilessly struck over and over by a thin, chipped knife

>Until there is nothing left

>You collapse to your knees and breath raggedly through your filters before looking upon your saviour

>An android stands before you with a hole poked right through where her left eye should be

>And a gash on her stomach

>"I-i-i-i-it's b-b-b-been a long t-time sir..!"

>>146915

NOT DEAD

>>146915

>You try your hardest to calm your breathing

>Slowly you begin to increase the time between breathes but it feels like you're choking on your own lungs

>Looking down from your saviour you see the pistol in your hand with the magazine half slid in

>Regaining your composure you push the mag fully in and pull the slide

>The droid has remained quiet this whole time, content to wait for you to speak

>You begin to push yourself upwards, grabbing onto a nearby rail and stumbling to your feet

>You truly thought you were going to die

>You wonder if the droid can see your expression from behind the tinted plastic of your mask

>Sighing, you speak up

>At first words of thanks emerge from your mouth but they are said with a cautious tone

>"Any-any-a-a-a-anytime, Mr. Christenson!" She says, her voice horribly fractured and glitched

>How did she know your last name..?

>The small pool of living black ichor remaining on the floor begins to pour down the lift shaft, escaping

>You begin to ask her more

>"M-m-my name..?" She asks, confused. You can see some form of machinery moving about in her head through her destroyed eye

>"I already told you-u-u, I'm model R3M1-1-1-1-1-1 you sill-silly..!" She says before giggling girlishly

>Already told you?

>"A-anyway w-we should get going..! Y-you wanted to find an uplink port, r-r-right..?"

>With that the strange girl ran off out of sight, her hair flowing beautifully behind her

>You slowly pushed yourself forward to run after her

>"H-hey, wait up!"

>Following her as best as you could you found yourself running past many strange machines and rooms

>This darkened interior was an eery place. You saw many pipes and vents leading off seemingly to nowhere

>Eventually you found yourself in a room lit only by hundreds of old CRT monitors

>The light hurt your dilated pupils even with your tinted mask to cover your eyes

>"O-over here, s-sir..!" The girl said with glee whilst practically dancing as she pointed to a massive terminal with several uplink ports

>She giggled slightly as you approached and activated the machine, dropping the sleeping… thing off of your back

>The augmented human was still keeping herself unconscious it seemed

>Looking up to the robotic girl of whom you had only just met you felt the need to speak up

>And thank her once more

>>147135

>Slowly you began to feel around the back of the augmented woman's head

>Running your fingers through her artificial hair you soon found an indent in her skull

>Pulling on this indent opened a small hatch

>This was the dust cover for her uplink cord

>You think back to your few memories

>There was a guy you had known with a similar augment

>Seems the style is pretty popular

>That strange robot sat quietly on an old CRT, kicking her legs about absentmindedly as you pulled the cord out with a wet squishing noise

>She held out her hand and took the cord from you as you passed it her way, carefully sliding it into the input port on the terminal

>You stood up but were forced to slouch your back in this confined space

>Walking to the screen a large loading bar occupied the center of it

>A generic little chime rang out as, according to the info box that popped up, "Scanning of the external drive has completed!"

>The droid inched closer and showed intrigue as you shifted through the strange woman's mind

>There were millions upon millions of logs dating as far as forty years back

>You clicked on the earliest log, assuming it to be from after she had her surgeries performed

>Activating it, a new window popped up

>It was some sort of universal media player

>And what you saw shocked and confused you

>There was a large tunnel of what seemed like flesh and machine with conveyor's going in and out

>The point of view was upon one of these conveyor's

>The conveyor's carried tiny pods of white liquid and… body parts?

>Slowly the belt carrying the person whose point of view you shared began to lose momentum

>A creature more machine than man stepped forward and, with a dripping noise, reached out and picked up what you now assumed to be the augmented woman

>A sound like a babies cry echoed out and the man began to hum a nursery rhyme

>It was broken and tinny but strangely calming

>End of recording

>"T-that sure was… s-something, Mr. Christen-en-ens-enson…"

___

>"Day 45097, log 501660"

>"Subject 3256 has unexpectedly reunited with previous subjects escort. It appears that her data transfer abilities were damaged in active combat. Current events are worrying, continuing development of new batch."

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>>147467

>You watched through a few more of the recordings, pulling random ones from the list of millions

>It was more like a very strange family footage viewing session than an intense search for answers

>You realized quite quickly that none of the info on here was going to help you patch the gaps in your memory

>Whatever the hell this girl was she was definitely born sometime after the gaps in your memory began

>Sighing, you unhooked the augmented woman and wound the cable back into her head

>You sat down for a moment, exhausted

>Where would you even go from here? You had no goals or real leads

>The android gave you a concerned look as you crestfallenly gazed upon the ground

>"S-sir..? A-are you alright..?" She asked

>And then you remembered the droid

>You jumped to your feet and, noticing the slot where her uplink cable would be was destroyed, began to ask her question after question

>How did she know you? When had you last met? What conspired?

>"Y-you are Mr. C-christenson! I-I am assigned to your case..!" She said at the first question, showing confusion when pressed further

>"W-we last met a day or t-two a-ago…" She says in response to your next volley of questions

>"B-but you r-ran off down an-an elevator when the nanovirus app-appeared..!" She said in a cute but matter of fact tone, moving her hands around excitably as she spoke

>"Y-you had been wounded terribly… I was s-so worried for you, si-si-sir..!"

>"Nanovirus?" You pressed

>Soon she explained everything to you. The beings of ichor, the day that had followed your disappearance… and that she remembered little before your train ride

>"R-3… show me this elevator…"

>>147592

>It was just… sitting there

>After installing the augmented woman's arm you and R-3 made your way through twisted steel hallways and pipe filled wreckage on your way to that elevator

>And when it arrived, opening its doors dramatically… it was just sitting there

>The floor of the lift had been covered in a pool of dried blood

>And in the center it rested

>A black gasmask with two filters attached

>It was the first thing you noticed

>Behind it rested an ichor covered blade

>You collapsed to your knees

>"R-3… what is this..?" You asked

>You weren't an idiot. This whole time you knew something didn't match up but… what was this..?

>"It is a gasma-ma-ma-mask, s-sir..!" The android said, unable to sense your emotions

>You scratched at the blood on the floor, how old was it?

>"Sir… are you alright..?" The droid asked as you placed your head in your hands

>You said nothing as you slowly stood up

>You wanted to just sit down and lock yourself in your mind

>What was this? You wanted to just scrape your memories together and try to figure it all out

>"Sir..?" The droid asked as you continued to stare off into space

>You had no leads, you had no knowledge, you had nothing

>You could feel your heart beating painfully but…

>There was no use in being weak at a time like this

>Your desire for knowledge had always overpowered your desire for rest

>You took a moment to calm your breathing before looking upon the robotic girl

>"R-3, check this elevators log file if it has one. I need to know what floor it visited last."

>Your heart continued to beat like a war drum

>A million questions raced through you as the girl lowered her head and entered deep thought

>You waited patiently for her to snap from that state

>With an eighth of her head missing it was no doubt quite difficult to perform as well as she did

>"Log f-file read, Mr. Chris-is-is-stenson! It's last journe-e-e-e-y was to the… first floor!" R-3 said this with such glee that she even acted out a mock salute

>You patted her on the head and stepped into the elevator, still trying your hardest to calm your heart

>The girl wasn't real but somehow you still felt the need to act calm around her

>With a generic tone the doors shut tightly and the elevator began to descend

>>148788

Get out of here, Stalker.

>>148655

>Implying that this site can be fixed

Shit code is shit

>>148645

>There is a window in this lift

>It's large and untinted with an irreplaceable view

>You and the droid stare out of it for a long time

>Hundreds of floors pass you by as you stare out upon the landscape of glass shards and concrete

>Towers of steel rise to the heavens from the earth

>And mile wide highrises hang down from an unending dome

>The elevator descends ever quicker as a long silence takes the two of you

>You wonder if there is anything beyond that dome

>Perhaps the world is normal above it

>Perhaps what lies above is not for your eyes

>And then, as minutes pass, a most peculiar event occurs

>The silence is broken not by yourself, but by the girl

>"It appea-pea-pea-pears that my… databanks are corrupt…" R-3 says, failing to break her gaze away from the outside world

>Another floor passes

>You ask what she means

>"I have no da-da-da-data on the sky, sir… No images-s-s-s, no simulation dat-t-t-ta…"

>You turn your eyesight to her and give a confused look from behind the tinted glass of your mask

>"Sir."

>She looks up to you with a glint in her singular eye

>"What is the sk-y-y-y-y like..?"

>The question catches you off guard

>You don't really know what to say at first

>You try to give her a practical explanation but it comes out somewhat jumbled

>In the end you ask if there would be a better way for her to learn

>She looks about for a moment, obviously in thought

>It seems that the R-3-M-1 models were programmed to emote quite well

>"I w-w-w-want to see the sky, Mr. Christenson."

>You chuckle lightly to yourself

>Very well programmed

>You promise her that if you can figure out what's going on

>That at that time you'll find a way past the dome

>She smiles and giggles girlishly before thanking you

>A hundred more floors pass

>It's around this time that you start to feel an intense heat

>It had been building up slowly for a while

>You unbutton your peacoat and let it hang open

>It feels as if you are being smothered in feverish blankets

>The floors fall rapidly and you start to feel a slight vertigo

>"Sir, I detect some-ome-ome-e-thing below!"

>10

>You draw your pistol and make sure it's in working order

>9

>R-3 grabs her knife

>8

>7

>6

The heat has built up to an intensely uncomfortable level

>Sweat beads on your forehead

>5

>You can hear trickling noises

>4

>Intense moans and screams fill the elevator

>3

>2

>1

>With a hiss, the doors open

>Into a hallway of flesh

>>148645

>Not taking torso waifu with you

C'on anon..You can't just leave defenseless maidens with one arm on their own.

>>149006

Oh anon, you sly horse fucker She better not come back as a mega virus later on.

>>149322

>You recoil at the vile scene before you

>The membrane of flesh… it curves around surfaces and ungulates as if it were breathing

>It begins to wriggle in your direction, it seems to be attempting to reach you

>Your once calmed heart stirs and begins to pound horribly

>You take a deep breath and step forward, instructing R-3 to keep herself close by

>An awful squelching noise accompanies your movement as you sink into the floor ever so slightly

>It feels dank in here and a drop of liquid lands upon your visor

>The hallway curves to the right

>You press onward as the sounds of moaning and screaming intensify

>You flip the safety on your pistol

>Each footstep takes an eternity as you trudge through the red

>There's an ambient steamy mist, clogging your view

>The shaded plastic begins to fog up

>Your breathing quickens as a girlish laugh reverberates through you

>It feels as if it comes from all sides

>The bass in it makes you feel physically ill

>From the flesh you see something forming

>It starts as a skull but the flesh layers over it

>It begins to protrude as features form

>It is a womanly face

>You tremble for a moment before firing upon it

>It explodes into bone fragments

>You sigh and begin to quicken your pace

>The droid keeps up admirably

>The sounds of pain are growing so loud now your ears begin to ache

>The light levels are changing

>You can see a large room ahead

>The sounds are coming from there

>The entrance is ovate in shape with a bloodshot eye glaring down upon you from the top center

>Your bloodstained boots squelch loudly as you make your way into the large cavern of meat

>The bio-luminescent light strains your eyes, making it difficult to see

>But when your eyes focus

>You mouth words of confusion as you take in the sight before you

>There are creatures not unalike the augmented woman being held high up in the air

>Male and Female, old and young

>They are held in place by tendrils of flesh

>Their mouths are gaping and the sound of radio chatter and broken electronics fills the air

>They are being violated

>Black Ichor runs down the appendages as they pump rhythmically

>And in the back of the room you can see beings being eaten away by the liquid

>Their legs and midsections slowly converting

>You hear that damned laugh once more

>It's from behind you

>You snap to the source and aim down your sights

>There is a being there, regal in nature

>Her legs melt away into the floor

>And her body is lopsided and strange

>You can feel sounds hit you from all sides as she begins to speak

>Your head aches with a thousand tiny pricks of pain

>She asks if you are proud of her

>And if you wish to enter the dream

>You pull the trigger

>>149363

>System Shock 2 but with MGs

I like it, continue please.

>>149441

Specifically because I'm trying to go for a bit of an isolated feeling.

However Torso girl isn't dead, just saying.

>>149363

>The mound of flesh in womanly form convulses and shakes as the hollow point pushes into its "skull"

>The meat melts back into the floor as a crying sound echoes out

>Your ears ache and ring from the noise

>It's as if a hundred thousand lost souls were yelling "No!"

>The pain in your head feels like nails being shoved into your temple

>R-3 urges you along, pulling on your sleeve as you stand there in a disoriented state

>Tendrils shoot out and grasp your ankles on either side

>You begin to snap out of it, holstering your pistol

>They begin to pull in opposite directions, attempting to spread your legs apart

>In a reflexively quick motion you draw the sword off of your back and slash at the arms of flesh, severing them

>Another scream

>R-3 begins to force you along, pulling you with her

>Regaining your bearings, you run along with her

>The men and women high above beg for death as you run past, their bodies defiled

>But you cannot spend another second in this twisted womb

>Another regal figure rises in front of you as you near the exit

>Her beautiful lips move slowly

>"Why do you harm that which you modeled in her image, so long ago?" She asks, her voice like that of a god

>But you are deaf now, your ears temporarily broken

>And so you cast her down, blade ripping flesh as your frenzy pushes you forward

>The android yells something about a locomotive but you can't make it out

>The tunnel behind fills with the feminine forms as you run

>But you strike at the ones before you

>Every step your head explodes in pain

>Another in your path

>"I birthed our children, Adam. I brought the world you sought all those years ago." She says

>But it falls on deaf ears

>You slash and rip

>Door after door, hall after hall

>You hyperventilate but continue on

>Until before you a train stands

>It all happens so quick

>Before you know it the robot is at the front, slamming on the controls as you kill off the beings

>And then… it's over

>The vehicle leaves, climbing upwards steadily

>The beings screech in agony

>You collapse onto the floor

>And pass out

>>149493

>You open your eyes

>You can feel a sharp pain in your right bicep

>The sounds of rusted engines fill the air as you attempt to sit

>"D-d-d-do not m-move, sir..! I am al-almost done."

>You look to your side, lowering yourself to the floor once more

>The droid is sitting next to a medical kit with a needle in her hand

>She's suturing your gunshot wound

>You grunt and scan your surroundings

>Your bloodied bandage sits on a nearby seat

>And from the windows you glimpse building after building passing you by

>*Snip*

>The droid cuts the thread and ties it off quite professionally, dabbing it with disinfectant afterwards

>You squirm slightly as she does this

>"J-just a little longer…"

>She pulls a roll of bandage out of the kit and wraps it around your upper arm

>You sigh in relief as the train passes by yet another monument to vanity

>"T-there you g-go, Mr. Christenson! G-good as new..!" R-3 states before giggling girlishly

>You thank her as she helps you onto a seat

>Finishing, she decides to rest herself

>Despite having no lungs she happily exhales as she sits

>You lean your head back and stare at the ceiling

>You've got a mind splitting migraine

>The android kicks her feet about in boredom as silence takes you

>You take a moment to glance at her

>She's staring at you with a dumb grin plastered onto her face

>Briefly you think back to the robots in your memory

>They were much clunkier and less human-like

>They were only really good for small tasks like waiting and cleaning

>The military droids weren't human in the slightest

>They were more like half-sentient hunks of iron

>You chuckle to yourself at the thought of this maimed girl in a maid outfit

Let me post, kikewheels.

>>150080

>The pain in your head began to subside

>It still felt like you got curb stomped but, believe it or not, that's an improvement

>The girl is still looking at you with a stupid grin

>You test your muscles, standing up

>It seems that you sustained minimal injury when fleeing from… those things

>You took a moment to ask R-3 about the creatures you had faced

>She shrugs

>Apparently they were simply the final state of evolution for the Nano-virus

>"The queen."

>There was an open window on the train

>Or rather, a broken window

>You peaked your head outside for a moment

>This locomotive's track was multiple hundreds of floors below the Station

>And when you looked down you, at first, wondered if the ground was painted red

>Before realizing that everything ten floors worth of building below you was covered in a thick membrane of flesh and body parts

>It was pulsating as if breathing

>And walking upon the hellscape were thousands of beings

>Their form ichorous and black

>They looked up

>You sighed and collapsed onto a nearby seat

>You shook your head and told yourself it was simply an illusion

>You asked the girl if she had any painkillers as your headache spiked once more

>She giggled and pulled a needle from her pocket

>"It w-w-w-w-on't h-hurt a… bit..!" She exclaimed, moving closer to you

>Ah what the hell

>A little prick couldn't be worse than what you were dealing with

>She dug the needle under your skin and pushed down

>Instant relief flooded you

>You sighed

>However as she returned to her bench you began to think

>"R-3, did you explore this train at all after we entered?" You asked, slurring your speech slightly

>>150579

update when?

>>150579

>You stand at the back of the train

>A pistol drawn and aimed

>Staring down the barrel of a rifle

>R-3 stands with her knife drawn, carefully avoiding an escalation of the situation

>The woman before you has long black hair and a lithe figure

>Her skin is synthetic and her body is almost inhuman

>Almost

>She's sitting crouched with her finger on her guns trigger

>The light gleams off the rifling inside

>"You'll die." You say, sweat beading on your forehead

>These are the first words you've said since entering this compartment

>How you wished you'd just stayed on that seat near the front

>Her hair falls onto the side of her left eye

>The strands are thicker than that of a human's hair

>She looks very similar to the other… thing you'd encountered

>But the facial shape is just slightly different

>She looks… younger..?

>Her finger tenses ever so slightly

>"We'll just end up blowing each other up."

>Her finger loosens

>You remember when you began to search the vehicle

>Every compartment of the locomotive was the same

>Arms, legs, shell casings, and red liquid

>But there were no torsos

>And the blood like liquid was all in a trail leading out the doors

>Just entering this back part was difficult

>It was sealed electronically

>The first thing you noticed were the spent rations

>The second was the combatant staring you down

>"How about w-we… lower our weapons, okay..?" You say, doubt filling your voice

>You're obviously scared

>"On three, okay..?" You say, hands shaking

>"One.."

>Her grip tightens

>"Two."

>She breaths deeply

>"Three…"

>Fear fills you but

>You both lower your weapons

>>154002

>>154002

Please I need More Anon!

>>154085

Sadly not. Somebody probably does though. That shit was good.

Probably not as good without the eighties synth the OP was posting.

>>154002

>You sigh in relief

>For just once things had gone your way without the need for a .45

>You let out a laugh of exasperation

>R-3 stands at attention as you holster your gun and offer the crouched… thing your hand

>You spit out a remark as to how you'd seriously been fearing for your life as the girl eyes your hand suspiciously

>She stands up without taking your help, holstering her massive rifle over one shoulder

>The thing was ungodly huge. You'd hate to imagine what it chambered

>From a quick glance you could tell it was a bolt action

>It probably needed to be

>The train continues onward, its rusted old engine scraping loudly

>As monuments to vanity pass you by the cyborg stares into your eyes

>You can see machinery in her iris moving about like an aperture

>You keep yours eyes locked though you have to wonder if she can make out any details through the tinted glass of your mask

>The silence is unbearable

>Finally you choose to break it, inquiring into the girls fate and the reasons for her being aboard this locomotive

>She continues to look at you after your blunt question, not really making any expression at all

>The train hits a curve as you continue to wait for some sort of answer

>"You… reek of the nanovirus." Her words ring out

>You tilt your head in intrigue as she begins to speak

>And then, silence. For twenty seconds there was nothing but the sounds of the vehicle

>"What did… what did you see in there..?" The thing finally asks. There's a certain innocence and terror in her voice as she speaks

>You take a moment to think

>What should you tell her?

>Her eyes glint as she awaits your answer, adjusting and moving as necessary

>You decide to tell her the truth

>The people you saw, the voices you heard

>The decay and horror

>She goes quiet once more

>A heavy atmosphere enters the room as you and the robot stand around

>"Oh… I see…" The thing finally says, deflating and slacking her shoulders

>You can see tears of some sort welling in her eyes

>>155132

Very nice.

I hope new the silicon creature girl will get to live.

>>155132

>The thing stands slacked over as you and the robot continue to hover about

>You don't really feel like asking anymore questions right now

>You doubt you would get any answer if you did

>And furthermore the compartment itself seems to tell a story of its own

>The door is dented and damaged

>The ground is covered in spent rations and supplies

>And it is the only place on the train without a shell casing to be seen

>It makes you wonder though, how long had she been here if there were this many used up foodstuffs?

>You take a glance about and settle your eyes on the cybernetic creature

>Her clothes consist of a long grey coat, pants a shade darker in colour, dingy black boots, and a satchel slung over her shoulder and chest

>The bag is empty

>As the train speeds along you begin to rustle through your own shoulder bag

>You pull out a bag of the liquid ration as you approach the girl

>She continues to stand still, her hand gripping the massive rifle's strap

>"Here." You say as you offer the translucent package to her

>You tell her it seems she's not eaten in a while

>And ask if she'd like to share

>She slowly looks to you

>"Are you sure?" She asks, her hand hovering over the pack

>You reply affirmatively

>Timidly, she begins to reach forward

>She takes it from your hand softly and mutters a quiet "Thank you."

>decided to skip this story until today

>read it while I'm trying to do anything but work

>mfw

I was missing out

>>154085

Sadly not, I don't think anyone saved it

Speaking of which, does anyone know a good way to archive this stuff?

Is pastebinning enough?

>>155589

>A low grumble can be heard from miles below the train

>The sound of flowing water and sludge deafens all in range

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>You are sitting down, laying your head back upon your seat

>The migraine you once thought gone was returning with a vengeance

>It felt like your head was being caved in with a jackhammer

>Across from you sits the undefined girl

>She's sipping quietly from the package of liquid ration

>She seems to be enjoying it

>That or she really has just been starving in this room

>Judging by the amount she's drank you believe that could be possible

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>The once low rumble increases in volume slowly

>Tendrils interlace and lock

>The faces of thousands becomes the face of one

>The minds of billions already were one

——————————————————————

>Your robotic companion sits next to you

>She's kicking her legs about as they are too short to reach the floor

>Her head bobs about as if she were listening to a tune

>You wonder if this idle dance of hers was something programmed in

>You sigh and cradle your head between your hands

>It feels like something is whispering to you

>The thing across from you give a glance, a concerned look painting her face

>She timidly asks if you're okay

>You tell her it's nothing and lay your head back again, staring at the ceiling

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>Their bodies are one, their minds have always been unified

>They feel her love and her love for him

>They stretch their arms in unison for the first time

>They grasp upon the cracks and crags in the steel structures that surround them

>The Brutalist architecture that is their home become their stairway to the heavens

>They can feel his form, his essence, from within the steel compartment that surrounds him

>Why did he reject them time and time again?

>They loved him so

>After all, they were his lover

>And his children

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>You begin to close your eyes

>A weary and tired sensation creeping up

>And then, something stirs you

>Suddenly both the mechanical woman and R-3 jump from their seats

>You snap your head to attention and attempt to stand, wondering what the emergency is

>Suddenly an awful crashing and creaking reverberates through you

>You fall as your migraine regains its former glory, ripping through your consciousness

>The train lurches about as it is forced to stop

>You can hear the noise of the engines destroying themselves in resistance

>Your eyes tear up from the pain as you watch the android and the girl attempt to keep balance

>As you glance down the door to your compartment you hear a booming voice

>The words are said by a thousand mouths as hands of ichor reach forth

>"I've found you… my love…"

>>156255

Fuckin' thank you, man. That's some good stuff.

Again I'm really sorry for the long absence. There were complications and I just couldn't write.

>>156227

>The train screeches as a million appendages grasp it

>You can hear a chanting of sorts, those voices calling out to you

>They wish for you, they want for you, they live for you

>Desperately attempting to stand, your feet feel sluggish and lacking

>The windows are completely covered in the ichor now, only the dull fluorescent lighting of the train remains

>You can hear the glass cracking

>And the sound of a bolt being pulled back

>The voices howl in excitement

>You continue to grasp at nothing, struggling to stand

>You just barely manage to get to your feet when it happens

>Glass shards on your left side, hitting against you with force

>You can feel a thousand tiny cuts on your shoulder

>And the presence of the liquid, as if it were breathing down your neck

>Bang.

>With the sound of a thousand lightning strikes the Silicon girls rifle goes off

>The light from it was dazzling and blinding

>And the screech from its target was even more so

>You can hear the bolt sliding back again as you start to regain your senses

>The girl nonchalantly fires again as you free your pistol from its holster

>The hands of black begin to squirm and wriggle about

>You flip the safety and begin to fire at the entity

>The engine screeches louder, it seems that the grip is tightening

>R-3 lowers her head and appears to be in deep thought

>The sounds of more breaking windows echoes out as the other compartments are flooded

>Breaks begin to appear on the right window

>Bang.

>The massive rifle cracks a third time as the right window is shattered into a million pieces

>The liquid flies off in chunks only to be replenished

>Click click, you reload

>Suddenly you realize no one is paying attention to the compartment door

>Gazing out you see them, multiple long, thin beings

>Their faces are soft and Feminine but twisted and warped

>Their stomach's are distended as if bearing a child

>They are speaking to you

>They ask why you abandoned them

>But you have no answers, only the fight or flight skills all living creatures possess

>So you open fire on them, cycling shot after shot as they are struck down to the ground

>Click click, you reload again

>More and more of them keep coming as if it were an endless horde

>You've heard the massive rifle go off at least ten times now

>The Ichor that surrounds the train begins to take a form

>Faces appear along its "skin"

>One by one thousands of eyes gaze upon you

>With contented smiles upon their mouths

>You empty your magazine again, relentlessly digging into the waves of thin figures

>The faces change expression

>You reload

>Their eyes close

>The rifle cracks

>They begin to scream, a high pitch sound hitting you like a wall

>You throw up from behind your mask, covering yourself in your bile

>The sound is unbearable

>You can't aim with your mask obstructed

>You drop to your knees next to a pile of spent pistol cartridges

>You just barely muster the strength to keep firing

>And then the train is filled with light

>A tug on your back indicates that you are being pulled away

>R-3 is holding open a hatch

>The silicone girl pulls you above

>The android shoves a needle into your arm, injecting you with a stimulant

>You can feel a system in the mask activate, automatically clearing it

>Whilst still disoriented, you most definitely feel your senses returning

>The three of you run

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>"Day 45097, log 501660"

>"Subject 3256 is showing tremendous results. He has managed to survive even when directly inside of an infection chamber. Even though his relation with the Machina is becoming worrying I must say it seems that the modified subconscious was a success."