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Alright, got some Torture hcs for you all this time. Hope you guys like 'em! :)

They Meet the Player in Person ft. Mag Agent Torture (+ The Main 3 & 2BDamned)

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, mentions of violence)

Out of all the AAHW agents, a MAG was actually the first to take a deeper interest in you; more specifically MAG Agent Torture. It was an odd revelation for him, to be completely honest. He never had much of an interest in other people, especially not attraction by any stretch either. For one, he was conditioned for one purpose; destroying Hank J. Wimbleton. He was focused purely on that objective since his creation; his mind was filled with nothing but the obedience instilled in him by the AAHW and the countless training modules they created.

Then there was the fact that the grunts who surrounded him were either rude or just plain terrified of him. It’s not like they didn’t have a good reason, as he made a habit of breaking out of his room (enclosure, really) and going on rage-filled rampages when the tests he was subjected to were too much for him. Plus he wasn’t exactly personable, it’s not like they could hold a conversation with him since the experiments left his vocal cords pretty fried (perhaps intentionally, screams from a MAG likely weren't the best).

At the end of the day, he was a tool to be used by the AAHW. A living object who didn’t have a meaningful connection with anyone, nor a reason to have one. Useful and expensive, but ultimately replaceable. Like all AAHW agents.

But his ambivalence about what he went through changed when he looked over the shoulder of one of the Soldats escorting him to Nexus City, and saw the odd photograph they had clutched in their paw. The Soldat themselves were immersed in a conversation with one of the L337 Agents about “The Player”, whom they were all expected to find.

“Is it just me or do they look kinda cute though?” A Soldat asked, to which the Agent just shrugged and gave a half nod. But they both froze at once when the shadow of the giant next to them enveloped them completely, Torture having leaned down to get his own look at the subject of the picture. Ignoring the two’s nervous demeanor and the way they trembled, he reached down with a large paw and gently plucked the photo out of the Soldat’s hand before straightening his posture. He tilted his head as he looked down at the smiling figure staring at the camera.

You looked…different. Clearly not a grunt, that’s for sure. Your skin was far too colorful compared to the grey pigments they had, and your eyes were exposed. There wasn’t a sign of the characteristic visual cross anywhere on your face, a slight wedge-shape jutting out of your head in the place where most had them. Your teeth, which were shown from the wide, happy smile you were giving the camera, were exceptionally blunt. But he didn’t find himself being perturbed or even weirded out by your unique features.

No, instead Torture found himself gazing upon the photo with an almost wonderstruck expression, entranced by your expressive eyes and the innocent grin on your face. You looked so kind and gentle. There was a certain genuine quality to your expression, one that Torture had never seen before from anyone he associated himself with. Even from this picture alone, he could tell you were welcoming. Your smile didn’t seem to hide any maliciousness or ill-intent, which was rare from those who associated themselves with the Employers in any form.

'Is that why the Auditor wanted to see you?' he wondered. Perhaps to finally experience the presence of someone who was wholeheartedly good, instead of those who saw him as a way to improve their own standing? (Not that the shadowy figure cared about such a thing, but a breath of fresh air was always nice, no?)

From then on, his curiosity in who this Player truly was was peaked. Ever since seeing the photo, he had been more enthusiastic in helping out on the search for you, and could constantly be seen cooperating with the Soldats, Agents, and Engineers to put up flyers. He even accompanied them when they spoke to the more friendly bandits about you, standing threateningly behind them to try and assist them in finding anything about your whereabouts (even if all he could do was improve their intimidation factor).

It was impossible for his superiors not to notice; he'd never actually volunteered to assist them before in anything (usually they had to resort to orders instead, which they expected to be honest). They did some investigating to find the source of his sudden eagerness, which led them to the same Soldat and Agent who'd seen the Mag fall for you (even if they hadn't realized it).

("I don't know, he just took the picture and wouldn't stop staring at it. He even growled at me when I tried to take it back!" the one-eyed grunt complained. The Engineer interviewing him tilted their head. Growling at other AAHW personnel wasn't rare, but it usually came as a result of some amount of physical pain, like when they needed to adjust the stakes in his head. But simple requests like this were typically seen as orders and he went along with them, even if reluctantly. How very odd.)

While they couldn't pin down the exact reason why the Mag seemed particularly fascinated with you, this didn't mean they couldn't use it to their advantage. The Auditor probably wouldn't have the best reaction to it (if the sudden deaths of some of their comrades who'd been more open in their admiration of you was any sign), so they had to keep it under the radar, but they'd be lying if they didn't try to fan the flames a bit. After all, the sooner they got this done, the sooner they could leave and go back to their central objective.

They ended up giving him a lot more work than they needed to, giving him the responsibility of searching the areas that led deeper into the city. In addition to this, they gave him more information about you than the other Agents would have. Just a few things they'd overheard from the conversations between the Auditor and another of the Employers (the Deliberator actually, not that they knew his name).

Mainly it was about how you'd behaved around them and before they had "officially met you" (whatever that meant). How you'd never said anything even remotely rude to them before the little "disagreement" that lead to your split with them, and even complimented them. How you actively helped them out in their work (well, the Auditor's at least), and ensured that their spirits were always high with your comments and just being yourself around them. How your presence filled them with a comforting warmth that they craved when you were away from them in any capacity. Besides this, you also seemed to show immense interest in Nevada before you "entered" (again, no context on that, but it sounded favorable?), genuinely caring for the welfare of its citizens as you tried to make all of their lives better if you could.

Deep down, Torture had always kind of yearned for something more when it came to his relationships with other grunts, or the lack thereof. He had long since given up on anybody being a true companion to him, but that didn't stop the loneliness from creeping in during those more unfavorable times. But now, perhaps he had another option. You were truly benevolent, even according to the Employers. If someone was close to them, then you'd surely like being around him, right? Nobody in Nevada was harmless, but certainly he'd consider himself less reprehensible than the Employers. (Which was probably true.)

He took on his new responsibilities easily, committing himself fully towards finding you. Not for the Auditor or the AAHW, but for himself. And luckily for him, his job had made it all too easy to do so.

You were in the middle of a mundane chore, just taking out the trash to the street (cause there weren't any garbage trucks in Nexus City, but that wouldn't stop you from cleaning up the place). After setting the heavy bag onto the concrete, you heard some very loud thumps, and felt them too. It was like you could feel the ground shaking as whatever it was came closer to the building.

You took a few cautious steps backward, holding your breath as a colossal shadow appeared from around the corner. But you stopped once you recognized who they were. Although you had to severely crane your neck, it was obvious. Who else would have two stakes crossed through their head?

He looked down at you, completely silent. "...Hi?" You asked hesitantly, and he tilted his head. You just stared at each other for a moment.

You didn't know what to do, to be honest. It's obvious that he's trying to find you to bring you back to the AAHW, which you wouldn't let happen. But why wasn't he doing anything? He was just looking at you, not even trying to grab you or even come closer. And what was he doing here anyway? Torture didn't show up until Madness 7?

While you were immersed in your own confused pondering, Torture was quietly admiring you. You were better than the photos had pictured you. They failed to capture the true depth of your expressions, and just how alluring you looked (even if your obvious apprehension at his appearance had stung a little bit. But he expected as much.). He had never really attributed the word pretty to anything before now.

He could also feel that warmth emanating from your form, even from a few meters away. It was calming and seemed almost cozy-something he had never been fortunate enough to feel before. He wanted more of it.

He took another step towards you, but just as you made the move to say something, the door behind you opened.

"Is everything okay? You've been taking a long time-" It was Sanford, having poked his head out the door to check on you, accompanied by Deimos. You glanced back to see them, only to see Deimos' cigarette fall from his mouth and Sanford pale considerably once they realized who was standing before you.

Deimos cursed under his breath before turning to run back into the base. "I'll go get Hank!" He called over his shoulder, and Sanford nodded, walking through the doorway as he reached for the gun with one hand and his hook with the other. Just what he needed, a Mag to fight. Although maybe a solo battle with one would impress you?

Torture growled, and you balked when he reached into his suit jacket to pull out a pistol of his own. Which wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't Mag-sized. You threw your hands up in a desperate attempt to get them to stop, but instead of your strings directing themselves to Sanford, they went to Torture instead, fixing themselves to his limbs and holding him tightly in place.

This only further pissed off Sanford, but just as he was about to take a shot at him, you ordered him not to. "Wait! Don't shoot him, he hasn't done anything!"

"But he's with the Agency!?" He argued back, and he did have a point. Anyone from the AAHW seeing you was awful since it meant that the Auditor was closing in on your location. You generally didn't have a problem with getting rid of any Agency grunts who you happened to come across. But Torture wasn't just some regular grunt. He was actually important, even if he wasn't a regular presence in the series. You weren't willing to let him die; it would mess up the timeline in a way you couldn't repair. Besides, you were rather fond of him before you entered Nevada anyway. You just hoped the Mag would see reason.

"I-yes, I know, but I'll be fine"-"I got Hank!" Deimos interrupted, throwing up the door to reveal the bloodthirsty grunt right on his heels, a large rifle in his grasp. You huffed in annoyance. This is the last thing you needed right now.

At the same time you were attempting to talk Sanford and Hank down, Torture was feeling conflicted. On one hand, he had the most wanted criminals in Nevada ready to kill him, one of which was the very enemy the AAHW had been created to destroy. He was in an immeasurable amount of danger by even being near them, even if he knows his training would make it hard for them to finish the job.

But the part that overrode this was the one affected by the way your strings had taken control over his body, rendering him helpless but ensnaring him in a feeling of safety nonetheless. He could feel the intense warmth of your presence over him like a warm blanket, clouding his senses in a fog that seemed so pleasant. Even as danger lurked just a few feet away, he was never so sure of his own wellbeing. You wouldn't let anything happen to him.

The way you staunchly defended him, even placing yourself between him and Hank only proved this. After a moment of tense discussion, you came to some form of a concession.

"You have to trust me on this, okay? Just like I trust you," you pleaded earnestly with them, hands clasped in front of you. The three looked between you and Torture, obviously still distrustful of him. But they never could resist it when you asked for something, so of course they broke eventually.

"Alright," Deimos grumbled. "Do what you have to. But he needs to be gone after the next ten minutes...It's not safe, believe me."

You sighed in relief and gave them a grateful smile, to which they turned their heads away slightly. They were still trying to stay angry, but it was difficult when you looked at them like that. It makes them all giddy, and now was not the time.

You turned to Torture, who seemed far more relaxed than you remembered him being a few moments ago. You gave him a rather apprehensive look but stepped closer to him anyway, loosening your strings so they weren't as restricting.

"Look, big guy. I know that you have a job to do, and I...respect that, but I can not go back there. Your boss is awful to me, and I'm not willing to put myself through that again. You get it, right?"

And he nodded, because of course he understood it. In fact, there were very few other people who understood just how cruel the AAHW could be. But hearing that they also victimized you was truly unexpected. You were just so nice, even to someone who should be your enemy. How could anyone do something evil to someone so benevolent?

It made him genuinely sorrowful, in a way his own torment hadn't. But on top of that, it filled him with no small amount of hatred towards the AAHW. He had already disliked them simply for their treatment of him, but to harm someone so good? It was simply unacceptable.

You smiled up at him after seeing his agreement, and he felt his heart stutter at the sight of it. His face grew hot and he reached a large paw up to scratch at his cheek in slight embarrassment. He couldn't help it, you just looked so cute. You were so small compared to him-far from helpless, but he couldn't help but have the urge to just protect you from everything.

"So you can probably understand why I don't want you to just go back to them and tell them where I am. In fact, I'd much prefer it if they didn't know we met at all. Can you do that for me?"

Torture nodded again, far more enthusiastically this time. He even made the motion to cross his heart as a promise, which you giggled at. He stopped in his tracks and tilted his head again, looking at you reverently from behind his glasses.

You were absolutely precious. And he'd make sure the Auditor wouldn't have you in his clutches again. If he had to lie to help you, then he would. He was already thinking up plans on how to lead them away too, which he's sure you'd appreciate. Perhaps, after this was through, he could break out and visit you sometime?

(After hearing Deimos yell, 2BDamned had walked through the base to one of its few in-tact windows. He balked at the sight of you conversing with what he recognized as an AAHW Mag Agent while the other three angrily talked amongst themselves. He quirked a brow with a sneer when he saw the gigantic grunt give you a long, extremely heartfelt hug before disappearing off into the dark city. The others were right, they really needed to move.)

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