(I honestly don't want to write this, and not because I lack a plot, only partially because I long ago decided all my edgerunner fics take place in the same story, and I already wrote the main points of the plot for Zyber... I just... I don't know. It is a neat story, but at the same time, I can't see it going anywhere; it feels like a locked door that I lack the key to.)
"That's a lot of blood."
I don't think X realized just the quantity she left behind and it was an ever worse sight now that I could see everything correctly instead of being half blind in the night.
It had been so much not all of it could dry up and like 8 hours had passed if I am not mistaken.
It was not really my job to do but I had still grabbed the mop in the corner while I had been looking at the puddle... Suppose I can do this much, I do still owe her for a lot.
...
I should have paid more attention, this is my fault.
Dragging her around because she won't say no and is actually having fun while forgetting anyone has a limit in them and with taking of and putting on her arms it is like installing a whole new implant.
Plus her psyche is already shot so she can easily go off the rails... Then again, I saw her go truly psycho on the recording... That calm calculation instead of freaked out actions is scary still.
But she doesn't need to fully go there to be in a bad spot.
Selfishly using X's willingness to do anything without worry because she didn't let it show.
"Bastard." I muttered when the door was slammed open.
I looked at the awkward man.
"The doc is not here." I just said as he needed and slowly closed the door... She'll forgive me for not waking her, I am sure she'll sleep in for a while and people always need docs, new ones will come and go, she won't miss one she doesn't know about.
Once cleaning away done I stood a bit awkwardly... Nothing much to do here.
Tapping my hand on the still damp surface of the cleaned table.
Am I really going to occupy myself by cleaning up this place?
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"Oh my." I simply chuckled, having used one of my additional to pluck the clock off the wall, 2pm really?
I mean sure, I like sleep but like... My money...
I grumbled a bit, setting the dial eye back to normal as I had moved it in my sleep.
I looked at myself... Still a bloody mess... Meh, I'll be fine...
"Why did you not--" I threw the cover away from the door before blinking. "-wake me... You really don't have a life."
Cleaning after yourself is one thing... Going through my mess is another, I haven't seen the floor of my shop in years from the papers and other stuff and my stuff is sorted back in their boxes.
"I was bored."
"And I thought I was the psycho..."
"Hey!"
(Might not have the key but I can still slide letter under the door, I'll try to write stuff here and there but I am mostly in Hunger Games mood.)
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Fanfiction"In Night City you can trust no one." That's what she believe and not one time had it not been true. No one can be trusted in this city of crimes and vices. So she doesn't know why she awoke from her deathbed. She's been given a second chance. A cha...
