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[meowmeowriley]

Changes: A Poll-Fic

"Remember, you're not supposed to be here, so don't do anything stupid." Love you too, Price. The Captain had caved. He'd been begging to be part of this mission since they'd gotten the lead.

Soap reached up, rubbing his gloved fingers across the teeth of his mask. The mask he'd stolen from Ghost's room. Gaz had found him clutching it, dried mixture of tears and bile coating his cheeks, and forehead pressed to the porcelain throne. He'd been banned from drinking for the foreseeable future. That was the only stupid thing he'd done. Ghost wore a mask, Ghost only spoke when he had to, Ghost was hard on the rookies, and nobody questioned his mental state. But they did, didn't they? Well Soap didn't. And nobody needed to question Soap, he was fine.

"I wanna be like you when I grow up."

"You wanna be better than me, Johnny."

Well to be better than him, first he had to be more like him. So he'd donned Ghost's mask, to better embody the man's stoicism and presence. Definitely not as a way to hide his chapped cheeks and the bags under his eyes. He'd painted it red, wore a jaw print bandana. Different. Better. Yeah.

Price had finally caved to Soap's insistence he be part of this OP, but issued his warnings. "I know you don't need to be told, but I'm saying it anyway." He'd warned. "They've had him for eight months. Torture changes people, he may not be the same."

Of course he wasn't going to be the fucking same. He didn't need to be the same, he just needed to be alive.

Ghost never really spoke about his past, only left little hints here and there, but Soap wasn't dumb. He'd been through it before. Ghost could handle the torture, and Soap could handle the aftermath.

"I'm fine." He finally answered. "It'll be by the books, Captain." As if anything they did was ever 'by the books.' Price accepted his answer, though he didn't look convinced. It was just the three of them, with Laswell listening in. Gaz was in charge of collecting data on the bio weapon that was rumored to be here, Soap was in charge of the search and rescue mission, and Price was overwatch as the two Sergeants made their way in.

The trio hopped out of the truck, and Price slapped the side, sending it away. Soap and Gaz nodded to one another before splitting up to approach the building from different angles. Price silently made his way to higher ground.

The trek was agonizing, moreso because Soap found himself feeling more impatient than usual. Every time he had to lay low and wait for a patrol to pass he could hear the sand slowly falling, trickling away in the hourglass that was the rest of Ghost's life.

"You sure know how to keep things interesting, Johnny." Ghost had smiled at him, rare that he didn't have his mask, but then again, who other than Soap would challenge the Ghost to strip poker? And who other than Soap would cheat be really really good at strip poker? So good as to force Ghost to choose between his pants and his mask, the last two articles of clothing he had on. Soap himself had only one sock, and his jumper on, choosing to doff his pants so he could keep access to the cards in his sleeves. The  unpleasant cold of the metal chair against his junk was worth it, just to see the surprising decision on Ghost's part to lose the mask and not the underwear.

"Aye, like to shake things up, Sir." He'd said with a wink as he laid yet another winning hand down, only slightly supplemented by his sleeve stash.

He was certainly always one to shake things up. Here he was, itching to shake that damn hourglass up. He'd shake it, flip it upside down, bash it over someone's head and stuff the sand down their fucking throat, if it meant he'd get more time with the enigmatic phantom that had haunted his mind since that shitshow in Mexico.

Price gave the signal, they crawled forward once more.

"This is takin' longer than a constipated snail takin' a shit." He grit out into comms once the coast was clear.

"Soap, while it's nice to hear your voice again, one more quip outta you and I'm pulling you. Watch it." Laswell had gotten the cold shoulder, she'd fed Ghost bad intel. He blamed her, he didn't, couldn't blame her. She was just as worried. Probably.

He just needed to get Ghost back. Repay his debt. Ghost had saved him back then, after all. That's what this was. An eye for an eye, but in a positive way. They were good for eachother. Fixed eachothers problems. Complimented one another, personality wise. That's all.

He crept into the building, silent and unnoticed.

They didn't have much on the layout, just the outer perimeter, so they were going in blind. That didn't bother Soap, he was thriving for the first time in months. He finally had something to do other than run the rookies into the ground.

He dodged patrols, picked off the ones he could get away with had to, using the knife he'd kicked so long ago after Ghost had left it behind.

He found some unlit stairs leading into a basement they hadn't known existed. If I were keeping an incredibly dangerous prisoner, now where would I keep him? Three sets of teeth, plastic, cloth and bone, were bared towards the darkness. He couldn't help it, he felt giddy. He tried to quell his excitement, didn't need to make any mistakes now.

He made his way, thankful for his NVG's as there were no lights, even after descending the stairs. The hallway he entered had doors along one side, nothing much in the rooms, but he cleared each one as he passed. No fuck ups.

Near the end, he found a door with seven locks. Suspicious. Good. Suspicious was good, here. The other doors had been wood, dry rotted and deteriorating, this one was metal.

His eyes itched. He flipped up his NVG's.

Curiously, whenever he blinked, Soap could've sworn he could see symbols on the door, but they'd disappear the longer he looked. He'd blink, a sickening yellow circle with lines and symbols within would appear just as he opened his eyes, but faded so quickly, he couldn't convince himself it had ever even been there. The harder he stared the more the door looked perfectly normal, if you ignored all the locks.

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[ichimakesart]

Your last choice - here

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[even-disco-baby]

I

DOLORES — “You’re back.”

The intersection is gone, left behind, impossibly far away. She stands now at Land’s End, looking out at the horizon. Her hair is buffeted even more wildly by the wind now without the wreath on her head— she has traded it for a sword at her hip. She rests a confident hand on the hilt.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — Just like…

YOU — “What are we doing here?”

DOLORES — “Playing new parts.” She brushes the hair from her eyes, turning her gaze now on you. She holds her chin high, her expression level. Noble, even. “I thought you might like me better this way.”

YOU — “What do you mean?”

DOLORES — “Well, you called me a curse, Harry. A haunting, I think you said. So I thought you might be happier if I wasn’t the one playing ghost.” She smiles drily, but does not elaborate further.

AUTHORITY — She’s mocking you…

DRAMA — No, not mocking. She doesn’t find this funny at all.

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[stergeon]

> Put some clothes on.

It is certainly a reasonable time for such an activity. You head over to your CLOSET to peruse your collection of outfits and various articles of clothing.

Your clothing choices have always been appropriate for any situation you may encounter throughout the course of your busy, busy days: formal occasions such as PUBLIC AUDIENCES with HER MAJESTY, more casual meetings with ASSASSINS or members of the BLACK EAGLE STRIKE FORCE, or your various other chores and TASKS.

Last night, however, FERDINAND voiced that he would be rather keen on seeing you in an atypical outfit, seeing as today is a special day. You do not agree that the day is special in any way, but it seems a small favor to try something a tad different.

You should choose your outfit wisely, as it may be a while before you have time to get back to your room and change should you elect to wear something particularly daring.

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[whump-place]

Bad to Worse to... Comfort?

3- First words.

Masterlist

content: you are the caretaker! Do a good job.

"Hi there." You answer with the softest voice you manage to make, you don't want to interrupt his sleep and maybe if you speak softly he'll go back to sleep. "I thought that maybe you could need this, the floor is pretty cold at night."

You show him the blankets and the pillow, but he doesn't make a move to touch them or even take a look, both his eyes are fixed on you. He isn't looking at your eyes, though, but somewhere lower, maybe your hands?

"I should get going, I just wanted to check on you, if you need anything I'm always around the house, or in my room, don't worry."

After that short explanation you leave him alone.

This is good, at least you know he's fine.

You walk to the kitchen with a proud smile on your face, today is the day, today you'll make food on your own!...

Okay, maybe that's not something to be proud of, but you truly have never cooked anything! Being always in the base meant that you had the food in the cafeteria for free, or the lunch that your teammates shared with you, and even when you invited friends over you never had to cook, you could always order delivery. But now is different.

The boy doesn't need delivery food, he needs a healthy source of food. Three meals a day. Protein, fruits, and... And all the other things that people need to be strong and healthy!

And well, you could as well order salads and those kinds of things, but you can't afford that, no no no. That's way too expensive.

As you can see, the only solution is to prepare food on your own. It can't be that hard, right?

You start with something simple; tea.

The boy sure needs something to warm him up, and tea is perfect, it can even help him relax his throat. His voice was raspy, either the cold or the fact that he doesn't speak too much could...

Wait.

He can speak?!

How is that you never noticed?! How is that he just spoke and the only thing that you said was: "Hi there"?! He... He can speak!

You thought that he couldn't speak at all, he never said anything back in the base!

You run as fast as you can at the guest room and open the door without knocking first. The boy is on his knees in front of the door. It's impossible that he could hear you, he must've been like that for quite a moment now.

What was he doing? Why...?

Oh.

Oh.

What was his first word? Master?

Suddenly, you realize that there's a mark around the boy's neck, as if he was collared for so long that it even left a mark. You notice the way he's kneeling, it's a trained position.

Gods, even the way he looked at you at the base must have warned you!

When you found him he wasn't just being held captive against his will, he was being trained. Trained like a pet.

That thought makes you nauseous.

You just... You just took a traumatized boy that was conditioned and tortured, and didn't realize until now?!

"Hey... Huh..."

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[yxstxrdrxxm]

POLL RESULT—! > Yes.

...

Then it is decided. Good luck.

ALBEDO'S ROUTE: THE BIRTH OF IMPERFECTIONS [ DAY 7: BEGIN ]

It had been days since they've seen ALBEDO again.

Now, YESTERDAY is no fool. They spent the past few days assessing orders and making sure they were well taken care of. That was something they weren't going to forget so quickly.

Maybe he forgot his order, they thought, shrugging as they focused on their job.

Though, it was short lived when they heard the familiar chime of the bell at their door, signifying that someone had came in their shop.

"Excuse me," ALBEDO said, adjusting the coat he wore with a nod. "I'm here to receive my order for the flowers."

"Ah, of course! I'll be right there with you," YESTERDAY replied, raising their head to look at him before they looked away to get to the bouquets.

"Let's see, they're... Chrysanthemum and Gerbera Daisies..." they murmured, retrieving the two bouquets and handing it over to the blonde. "Here they are, wrapped and ready. I made sure that these are as fresh as I can get them."

He nodded in response, retrieving the flowers without fuss. Though, he did raise an eyebrow at the arrangement.

Oh, no. Is there an issue in them?

"... How curious," he said, his lips quirking up to a small smile. "I wasn't expecting for you to choose white chrysanthemums. you seem to have some particular tastes in your arrangement."

Oh. It's just the flowers.

"Ah, well... I thought that the meaning fits you, sir," they replied, scratching the back of their neck. "You seem to be the type to be honest, so it would only make sense for me to choose that, no?"

"Perhaps," he nods in agreement, humming. "As for the Gerbera Daisies, I'm quite intrigued. What made you choose these, and in pink as well?"

The florist paused. There was a lot of reasons for them to say why, but that may not be something that he wants to hear. Pondering over his question, they closed their eye to think.

"... Well," they began, pondering over what to say carefully. "I chose these flowers because I want to..."

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[cupcakes-and-pain]

Rat CYOA 10

Masterlist

———

As you pet his head, a twisted, little voice whispers in your head. You have all this power. This feels good. You like this. And that terrifies you.

A man is being hurt. You are the one hurting him. You feel horrible and regretful of everything that has happened. You hate that you’ve continued the suffering of this person, of Rat. You’ve helped him become more and more removed from his original identity, his original name, whatever it was.

But at the same time, to have this much control over someone is exhilarating. No wonder Virginia does this so often. No wonder so many of her guests enjoy these kinds of parties. It’d be so easy to slip into the mindset that Rat deserves this. He clearly messed up somehow, was stupid enough to get on Virginia’s bad side, and now he’s paying the price.

Not you, though. You’ve played it safe enough to still be a guest and not the entertainment.

The twisted inner voice tells you that you deserve to reap the rewards of staying on Virginia’s side when Rat hadn’t. You are on the top of food chain, might as well enjoy it, no?

Besides it’s not like you’re actually hurting him. You’re just playing around with some drugs. It’s not real. There’s nothing wrong with this.

No. No! It’d be so easy to let yourself enjoy this fully, without regret, but you can’t. He is a person. A human being. He doesn’t deserve to suffer for one little mistake. He doesn’t deserve to suffer at all, no matter what he did, right?

Right?

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[ichimakesart]

Your last choice - here

Piercing, bloodthirsty stares gaze upon you. Or rather of a prey driven to a corner, at its wits end. Makes you wonder what is scarier.

The Wolf itself...

or a deer that decided to grow fangs of its own.

Yet, you hold them.

You stop them.

And they.

Almost growling themselves.

Ask you.

You almost forgot that you are not the only terrified animal in here. When a creature is scared for its life.

It will defend itself with everything it's got.

Fangs or not.

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[even-disco-baby]

DOLORES DEI — “Hello, Harry.”

Her Innocence Dolores Dei stands in the intersection in front of Video Revachol, bag in hand, one foot already planted on the sidewalk. The skirt of her gown waves in the wind with impossible grace. A wreath of silver leaves crowns her beautiful head. Cast in the artificial light of the street lamps above, she almost seems to glow.

You have witnessed this scene a thousand times. She is more icon than person now. Her silhouette tells the whole story. You know it by heart at this point.

INLAND EMPIRE — No…

YOU — No?

INLAND EMPIRE — No. There’s something different this time.

YOU — You say that every time… You always promise me that it will be different, but it never is. The same scene always plays out, and I make a fool of myself.

PERCEPTION — But it’s *true* this time. Look. She isn’t looking over her shoulder anymore.

She’s looking straight at you.

HALF LIGHT — She doesn’t look happy.

DOLORES DEI — “You’re back again.” She almost sounds disappointed. “It’s been a while. I thought maybe you wouldn’t come back.”

YOU — “I don’t have a choice. All roads lead me back to this intersection.”

DOLORES DEI — She sighs, and— to your shock— suddenly sits down atop her suitcase in the middle of the intersection, all thoughts of the aerodrome seemingly abandoned.

LOGIC — What?! She can do that? She’s never done that before…

EMPATHY — She… She wants to *talk.* She actually wants to talk with you. It really is different this time…

YOU — What?! But… it’s still just a dream, does it even matter?

VOLITION — It matters. I don’t know why yet, but it matters. Listen to her. This is *important.*

DOLORES DEI — “Harry, can I ask you something?”

YOU — “Yes. Anything.”

DOLORES DEI — She looks at you through the tendrils of windswept hair, her gaze suddenly piercing. Urgent.

RHETORIC — A cold thrill runs down your spine. You suddenly feel that *everything* depends on your answer.

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[shywhumpauthor]

To the Victor the Spoils Masterlist

A choose your own adventure/interactive whump series

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Part One—The Throne

Part Two—Kneel

Part Three—Atone

Part Four—Pillar

Part Five—Amusing

Part Six—Lash

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[whump-place]

Bad to Worse to... Comfort?

4-We'll make it work.

Masterlist.

"Hi! Again... Huh. You..."

You can do this. You can do this Breathe!

You've dealt with worse, why are you stuttering now? It's not you the one that needs to be comforted, it's he!

It's half of your duty to help him, you got yourself into this, now take the responsibility!

You remember your practice, the way you were instructed to introduce yourself anytime you meet a civil. There isn't any fire, nor a obvious threat for public safety, but you can as well use that, that'll help you get yourself together.

"Hi. My name is ... I'm an agent of the U&H corporation, I'm in the public security department. I apologize for I haven't introduced myself properly since the beginning. May I know your name?"

You did it perfectly! No stuttering, and your voice wasn't filled by the previous panic and nervousness that got you before, you did it well.

Even so, the boy at your feet seems confused at best. Did you speak too fast? Maybe he's still scared?

Whatever it is, you can handle it! Maybe.

"Good morning, master"

His voice makes your body jump. His voice is... Well, calmer than yours. For some reason you feel like he's the one that's calm and you are the one panicking.

"Good... Good morning"

The stuttering returns to your voice, what are you doing?!

"Did you...? Ehem. Do... Do you have a name...?"

The reply is instant. He even tilts his head a little, almost as if he was the one worried for you.

"I do, master"

You wait a moment, praying for him to continue. To say his name, or anything at all, so you don't have to take the lead in the conversation, but he doesn't. He stays still, not saying another word.

His palms rest against his thighs, straight back, head bowed. He's... surprisingly well trained.

"Oh, good! Good. And what is it?"

"It's 'Mutt', master"

Okay. Now he's shaking.

"No, I mean... your name. Not... Not that."

What looked like an easy talk at first soon became an almost impossible task.

In a blink, the boy that seemed quiet and easy to talk to, became a sobbing mess. What was wrong? What happened?

"I... I...- I'm sorry? Is your name something, huh, personal? For you? I-I won't ask for it again!"

You look around the room, looking for anything that could help you. You can't spend another day without knowing his name, you need a name to call him, now that you know he can listen and speak correctly, but if his name -or the way he was called-, is a sensitive matter to him, then you need to come up with a solution soon.

In the corner of the room, on the nightstand, you spot an ashtray that you forgot was there. You don't even smoke, it was mostly a decoration. It looked elegant, for some reason.

"Ash! Ash! How about that? We can use it! Please, please, just- just don't cry, please?"

Was that the first thing you can come up?!

Well. It can work, right? A short name. A real name, at least for now. Something to call him. Okay.

Now that you are calm, you turn around, praying to find the boy- Ash, a little better now.

Surprisingly, he does look calmer now. Was his name that triggering for him?

It doesn't matter, you can work with that.

"Ash?"

"Master... Master... Master..."

He curls up on the floor. That's... No, that's okay. He isn't crying anymore, and he's doing his best to calm himself, or at least that's what you think he's doing.

Idk if you liked the nickname, honestly that was the first thing I had in mind 😭

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[yxstxrdrxxm]

POLL RESULT—! > To express admiration to him as an artist.

"... To express my admiration to you, since I heard that opening a studio takes a lot of time and money, especially for an artist."

ALBEDO seems surprised. It looked like he was expecting something else, but all he can do was let out an amused chuckle and simply shrug. Though, he did seem rather amused than offended.

"I see... I suppose it's normal for you to feel that way, then. I thought that it was because of something else."

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"Speaking of which, how is your studio coming along?" YESTERDAY asked, raising an eyebrow. "You didn't elaborate on it too much last time, so I've been thinking about asking you. I've never went to one before, if you can believe it."

The man hummed, pondering over what to say. Adjusting his sleeves, ALBEDO faces YESTERDAY more properly, his body leaning a bit forward to relax as he faced them head on.

"It's taking a while, for starters," he began, squinting a bit at the flowers before his eyes softened. "Although, perhaps it's due to a... Project of mine. You may think of it as a small task, if you will."

This perked up YESTERDAY's attention. A small task? From the looks of things, he did seem a bit reluctant to elaborate on it.

"Do tell," they said, nodding— as though to encourage him, which made him smile in a bit of amusement.

"I've been drafting up a painting for the studio. Have you ever tried to paint on walls, miss?"

... Wait, that's a thing?

"No, I'm afraid not," they replied, shaking their head. "I've never thought that people would ever paint their walls on a whim. Have you been thinking about doing it, hm?"

"For a few months, more or less. However, I have yet to decide on what reference I should start with," he explained, crossing his arms. "If I were to start painting on the wall, I usually begin with one from a canvas. I find it easier for me to frame how it should look with a finished product."

ALBEDO's eyes shifted to the plants, his smile drooping to a frown. It was clear that he was trying to think of a way to put his thoughts into words, especially with a serious matter like art block.

"Is it why you decided to come to my shop?" YESTERDAY asked, a tad bit blunt in their words, but they were trying to be honest. "To... Seek inspiration?"

He nodded.

"Hm... I see. If I may, I have a suggestion on how you can deal with this predicament," they suggested. "I doubt that it could resolve everything right away, but I believe it could be a start."

"Oh?" he looked over, raising an eyebrow out of curiosity. "Let's hear it. I'm open for suggestion."

"That's good. If that's the case..."

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