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He heard noise but didn’t feel any further pain - and so took that as his cue to try and make the climb to his feet. His hand flew for the back of his head. Cracked. And wet. Wet wasn’t good. He had probably had the Karma for a diagnostic checkup to see if anyone had gotten in his head, but did he have the Karma for this? His options in Rengkok for this level of repair were limited, to say the least, especially regarding those he could actually trust.

For the time being, he managed an unsteady stumble to his feet, turning and straining to make sense of whatever was left of his adversaries through his dizzied senses. A third was down. Someone else had taken their place. Someone in a… mask? His vision was still blurred and swaying with his shaken balance. 14′s display flickered red at first and then, where he perhaps tried to summon any other imagery, his entire face glitched through broken colors instead.

He wasn’t sure if the stranger was here to help or just to take advantage of the situation. 14 didn’t have a weapon. He glanced down for where he’d left the crowbar he had seized before, but he knew that if he bent for it now, that would give the stranger all the opening in the world to lunge for him - or worse yet, his own balance would topple him right over before the stranger even reached him.

If he stood still like this, he could at least stay on his feet, for now. Then maybe, maybe the stranger would elect to loot the others and leave him be.

𝘋𝘌𝘓𝘈𝘠𝘌𝘋 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘞𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘏𝘐𝘔 𝘎𝘐𝘝𝘌 𝘗𝘈𝘜𝘚𝘌, some mutual misunderstand and distrust of one another. and not unfounded, truly. for the last person who had stood before him wearing the same ‘face’ was yet another who aimed to control him. a thought as quick as a blade shatters thoughts : 𝙄𝙁 𝙃𝙀’𝘿 𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙑𝙄𝙑𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂, 𝙃𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿. a stuttering screen shows a question mark to further his inquiry, a show of good faith. surely, he could discard his own weapon ... but that would leave him open to any incoming attacks. from either the stranger, or any of the remaining opponents who dared to step forth. the flash of broken colors from the other seems to twist something in PUPPY’s chest, a feeling of near concern. thus far he seemed not to be a threat, struggling to stand, yet shot a glance towards the weapon on the floor. an old stand off, something darkening in PUPPY’s demeanor as a reflex as he somehow narrows that look from genuine curiosity to silent warning. 

𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘋 𝘕𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘗𝘌𝘈𝘒 𝘖𝘍 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘋 𝘖𝘍 𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌, locked in and waiting for the other shoe to drop so to speak. any light twinge or darting movement would be seen a threat, left without answers [ 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙂𝙊𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙈 𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙎 𝙁𝘼𝙍 !  ----- 𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿 ] tightens upon the grip of his own weapon still in hand, before he makes a different choice. never afraid of violence but fearing his own reluctance to lay down his weapon would result in the unfair demise of someone he thought to be a threat. a clatter shattering what little silence they shared, sound of him dropping the blistering sword he’d brandished in the first place. shuffling position, a look that seems to convey he stands by the act, and a nod. 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙆 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝘼 𝙏𝙍𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙀𝙓𝙀𝙍𝘾𝙄𝙎𝙀.

#can't wait for puppy to slide over the adoption papers to 14 #he's the big brother now he will take care of him

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A toy in the middle of the room doesn’t always mean it’s Christmas. It’s with a kind of disgust where Sokol regards the new addition, lips pulled back in an obvious grimace at the thought of the torture routine this one's gonna put him through. There’d been men with robotic voices and androids who’d forced him to do push-ups-- each newcomer had been progressively more robotic than the last. This one doesn’t even have a fucking face. Just a visor-like pixel display, which Sokol raps his knuckles against noisily. A hollow clinking sound. “ Hello! Anybody inside? Sokol just wants to talk. ” Talk before some inevitable, gratifying blood-stained fight, as it seems. The thought of yanking the mask off settles into his brain and never really leaves.

𝘐𝘛   𝘞𝘈𝘚𝘕'𝘛   𝘕𝘌𝘞   𝘍𝘖𝘙   𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘌   𝘛𝘖   𝘈𝘊𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘓𝘌𝘋𝘎𝘌   𝘏𝘐𝘚   𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘒,   the   thing   strapped   to   and   unwilling   to   relinquish   him.   display   of   the   usual   NO   FILE   flickering   on   and   on   as   he   lounges   there,   little   interest   in   getting   to   know   the   rest   of   the   crew   as   the   butler   had   suggested.   yet   it   seems   still   too   that   there   was   one   who   seemed   intent   on   garnering   his   attention.   a   tilt   of   his   head   to   signify   he's   noticed   the   shorter   stride   up   to   him   as   he   sits   there.   still   though   ...   speaks   not   a   word,   ever   taunting   unwillingly   as   his   display   flickers   on.   only   sign   of   life   give   when   knuckles   meet   his   mask,   knocking   upon   the   display   and   rattling   him   to   action.   cybernetic   arm   quick   in   its   movements,   unnervingly   so,   in   how   it   lurches   up   to   grip   upon   his   wrist.   pulls   away   the   hand   with   a   firm   force,   not   yet   intent   with   laying   harm   to   another   for   perhaps   simply   an   odd   assumption   that   he   wasn't   there.   [   𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘽𝙀   𝙃𝙀   𝙉𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍   𝙒𝘼𝙎?   ]   steady   grip   stays   as   he   tilts   his   head   in   question.   unable   to   speak,   or   perhaps   unwilling?   either   way   it   didn't   matter,   PUPPY'S   mask   wasn't   coming   off   anytime   soon.

#PUPPY: *sighs* *scruffs sokol* #i can't wait for PUPPY's 6'7" ass to stand up and just be looming over him

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𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌   𝘏𝘈𝘋   𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕   𝘔𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘚   𝘐𝘕   𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌   𝘐𝘛   𝘋𝘐𝘋𝘕’𝘛   𝘈𝘋𝘋   𝘜𝘗.   and   given   the   rich   history   of   the   line   of   commands   coming   up   questionable,   it   wasn’t   anything   more   than   another   red   flag,   steady   uneasy   in   growing   in   his   chest,   the   comments   of   those   he   trusted   implying   he’d   been   around   earlier   ---   that   he’d   seemed   𝙊𝙁𝙁.   [    𝙉𝙊   𝙉𝙊   𝙉𝙊   𝙉𝙊   𝙉𝙊 !   ]   ------   grip   growing   steady   upon   his   wrath   and   dread,   the   only   weapon   he   had   bore   from   the   entirety   of   the   journey   through   𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡   𝗮𝗻𝗱   𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 .   shook   the   very   frame   of   the   pits   of   despair   and   rattled   the   sky,   yet   ne’er   spoke   a   word,   and   now...   now   of   all   times   he   finally   gets   it.   the   near   staggering   sight   of   him,   like   looking   into   a   mirror.   save   for   what   he   had   that   was   taken   from   PUPPY,   all   flesh   and   blood.   a   momentary   lapse   in   his   own   steady   drive   forward   (   𝘽𝙀𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙎𝙀   𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏   𝙀𝙇𝙎𝙀   𝙒𝘼𝙎   𝙇𝙀𝙁𝙏   𝘽𝙀𝙃𝙄𝙉𝘿   𝙁𝙊𝙍   𝙃𝙄𝙈   )   the   only   thing   that   could   still   his   movements   was   the   reminder   that   he   wasn’t   the   only   one.  

𝘚𝘕𝘈𝘗𝘗𝘌𝘋   𝘛𝘖   𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕   𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌   𝘈   𝘋𝘖𝘎   𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎   𝘈   𝘕𝘌𝘞   𝘖𝘙𝘋𝘌𝘙.    [   𝙃𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙔   𝙐𝙋,   𝙋𝙐𝙋𝙋𝙔.   ]   HER   words   always   in   mind,   drenched   in   the   ichor   of   his   thoughts.   now   was   not   the   time   to   wonder,   now   was   the   time   to   act.   SO   MOVE!   ----   experiences   this   life   in   mere   slowed   moments   as   he   darts   ahead   to   the   third   attacker   of   the   strange   man.   all   a   blur   of   red   and   wrath,   more   colorful   still   was   his   brutality   of   the   close   range   weapon.   quick   to   stagger   with   a   blow   lacking   in   any   mercy,   had   little   to   give   those   who   sought   to   harm   an   innocent.   ...   though   the   stranger’s   innocence   was   questionable   at   best.   perhaps,   it   was   more   that   the   image   of   his   rattled   form   scrabbling   for   life   struck   a   nerve   that   went   undetected.   a   moment   of   reprieve   gained,   a   breath,   time   for   gaze   to   linger   upon   the   duplicate   and   wrack   his   mind   for   what   he   could   possibly   be   doing   here.   IF   HE   WAS   A   THREAT.   a   tilt   of   his   head   to   signify   his   confusion,   if   the   silence   couldn’t   manage   it   alone.

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People he didn’t know kept asking him things. Favors. Creeps kept coming up to him, acting like old friends. He had started to play along, sort of, only because it was easy enough to do when he didn’t do any talking anyway. He could pretend to listen. Nod sometimes. And sooner or later, the Creep in question would move off.

But it was happening more and more with all kinds of people. People he knew and strangers alike, making mentions of things he had done that he had no memory of. Was he losing time? Had he been hacked again? Without even realizing? Just the idea made 14 feel like crawling out of his own skin. But he hated having his head looked at, so he kept putting it off - even though he had the funds for it, now.

Which hadn’t always been the case. And the shadier jobs he had taken early on, when he’d been desperate, kept biting him in the ass. At this rate, he would need his head looked at anyway.

His display flickered in red as he caught the crowbar swinging for him, only for another to strike him hard in the back. 14 staggered, but kept his grip on the crowbar and used the momentum of his own stumbling to swipe his attacker’s legs out from under him, yanking the crowbar free, whipping around with it, delivering a sharp swing for the guy who’d been behind him, who gave a cry as his arm was struck and his weapon dropped.

A third got the back of his head.

14 dropped, barely catching himself on all fours, dazed. The world spun. He was in no state to get up yet - but his remaining opponent was raising their weapon.

#no one: not a soul: #PUPPY: takes a moment to just Stare Stare Stare at 14 like ??? #i hope this is okay!! #if you want me to change anything #please let me know! #no-file #nofile #PUPPY: -points points points- !!!

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I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers

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thinking   about   jacket   n   PUPPY   in   the   safehouse   “hanging   out”   and   it’s   just   them   S...   Sitting   there.   saying   Nothing.   maybe   a   cassette   tape   playing   every   now   and   then...   thumbs   up   /   nod   /   shrug   in   response   from   PUPPY.   they’re   just   chillin!   :)

#his payday verse is just : whuh oh some shit went fucky wucky n now we have a weird mute cyborg on our hands #Jacket: -says nothing not a god damn thing- #PUPPY: I understand completely

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trying   to   confiscate   anything   from   PUPPY   is   just   THIS   VIDEO,   send   tweet.

#except you know ... no words #but somehow it's Worse™

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the way PUPPY can do fucking pushups mid battle, what a fucking chad holy shit.

#imagine you're just Some Jackass n you try to take him on #he curb stomps you then does 3 pushups just because he can what the fuck #girl help what is that even FOR

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scribbles a lil' holographic mustache on his mask. <3

𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴   𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽   𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃   𝚃𝙾   𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿   𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂,   aside   from   PUPPY'S   steady   breathing   he   may   as   well   seem   dead.   [   𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴   𝙷𝙴   𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈   𝚆𝙰𝚂?   ]   a   fit   of   thoughts   he   was   not   interested   in   delving   into.   stuttering   onto   his   mask   was   that   same   slanted   grin,   ripped   from   some   commercial   long   forgotten   by   time.   the   closest   expression   he   could   give   to   a   smile   of   his   own.   flickering   away   to   the   darkened   vision.   𝙽𝙾   𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴.   after   a   moment   as   gives   some   sedated   reaction,   a   nod.   the   mustache   follows,   stagnant   in   vision   as   the   holographic   device   leaves   behind   particles.   it's   not   everyday   you   see   a   PUPPY   with   a   'stache.

#puppy: lmao nice

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* shakes my cup around *   would anyone like some starters?

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does it hurt? 💗 sorry!

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WE WERE NEVER FRIENDS

#im love you PUPPY

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Track 1: Unperson

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                                                     𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄                                                      𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄                                                      𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄                                                      𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄