Bab 1: The average project moon fan when mimicry was added.
Another day, another Idea. Another fic and not the last.
I will also use Images here frequently.
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A normal day In Terra It was. Nothing too abnormal or anything that was out of the norm. Just your daily robberies, murder, gang wars, kidnapping, corruption, discrimination, and other horrible shit that I can't really mention without getting this story taken down. (Maybe)
Gamers all around the world plays roblox at least once In there lives. And theres that one specific randomizer meme game In roblox. Item Asylum, loved by the community and great ost's.
But what If... All players playing Item Asylum suddenly disappeared and find themselves In Arknights. With people who know and don't know or has some little knowledge about the games. And what If, all the items they had before being transported were their weapons that will be there only hope of survival?
Let's find out. Watch as crazy and batshit insane players survive with crazy meme weapons and... weapons like smile and twilight... That's another thing for another day.
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POV Junie
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Loadout: JGN Mimicry along with EGO
Location Londinium
A regular day In Londinium Innit? Not really, a player has landed. And now she must find a way to survive hell that Is Londinium. As of now It is occupied as a military outpost by Theresis.
But now soon It wont be.
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It's dark. Did I suddenly pass out? Is this what It feels like to be unconscious but your also conscious just In your mind..? What the hell did I even say.. Unconscious but also conscious? Haha...
Huh...?
A bright light entered her vision as she tried to focus she heard voices.
"Who's this? Is she a noble?"
"Possibly... Maybe she's the remaining family member of some noble?"
"But she's obviously a sarkaz soo... She's probably part of Theresis bastard army."
"Beautiful..."
Was all she can hear. 'I appreciate the compliments but let me get up first damn it!' She blinked her eyes finally were finally able to gain focus and was no longer blurry. She then took a good look around her, seeing some surprised faces and... Not being at home.
She panicked as she realized her situation. 'What the fuck Is happening?! Where am I?!' She screamed Inside.
Her mind raced to find answers on her current situation. She scratched her head as bystanders or rather port workers watched her like she was an Insane person.
"Let's get moving.. I don't feel safe being near a sarkaz like this."
After going crazy for a bit. She regained composure and finally tried to understand her surroundings. "Containers... Am I In a warehouse?" She looked up and confirmed, that was Indeed a roof like that of a warehouse.
She tried to scratch the back of her head. But when she did, she grabbed something. She got confused and a bit surprised and pulled the item she grabbed.
Then she saw It. A giant sword with eyes and looks like It was a mass of flesh. She stood In total shock on what she was holding that she unconsciously squealed and tried to throw It away. but It stuck to her hands.
She shook her hands In total panic. But after awhile she just stopped. And examined the thing. "Is this... mimicry?" She looked In total awe of the sword. "It's like the real thing..."
Realization then struck her. She saw she wasn't wearing her usual clothing of T-shirts or sometimes tank tops. But she wore a beautiful black dress that Instead of a skirt, It was replaced with a robe. A dress mixed with a robe? She looked down to find long tights that stretched up her thighs, It had white strips In middle going down to the bottom.
Her arms now had thing black gloves. Then she saw her skin, It was pale white. "What the fuck!?" She screamed.
It was then It struck her. "This Is like my avatar..." Her Jaw dropped as the realization made It's way to her brain. "I need a mirror."
She ran around the area avoiding people as much as possible. Her Intuition was now overloaded that this body she now Inhabited was her avatar In human form. Then she found a turned off TV screen, probably for the workers of this warehouse. She took a deep breath and walked Infront of the screen.
There she saw It. Her face, It was pure white like her avatar. She had two protruding horns on her head, white flowers attached to the left side of her head. And the blindfold... How was she able to see?
At first she didn't know how to react. Then she started smiling, then giggling, and then laughing like crazy. Then while she was kind of celebrating she heard someone shout behind her. "Hand In the air NOW!"
She didn't turn around In fear. It was a moment of Joy she enjoyed now she's getting arrested or something worse? "LET GO OF THE WEAPON!"
As a normal human being, she felt fear, yet It didn't take over her body. She didn't feel her body clench from the pressure nor shake In fear. She then remembered the weapon she held. 'Mimicry... would It be the same from item asylum? How do I use it? Do I just swing?'
Her hands held tight on mimicry. The only way to resolve this was the usage of violence. It's totally the only way. The screaming of orders from the people behind her intensified.
'Hope this works...' She readied herself, her legs were ready. Then just like that, she did an Onrush and quickly got out of sight of the dumbfounded Sarkaz. Then they gave chase.
"Hah hah..." She took deep breaths. "It worked... It bloody worked!" She celebrated her escape, only to realize that she didn't really get that far.
She got ready. Ready to do Onrush again. Then with explosive strength, she launched herself forward. As she now appeared face to face with the sarkaz. Before they were able to react, she cut one of them In half. The sarkaz crossbowmen then fired the first volley of bolts at her who barely dodged some of them. Though one hit her, she only groaned a little. As pain has been greatly reduced.
Turning to the others she continued and sliced another one In half. "EAT SHIT HAHAHA!" She maniacally laughed. Not realizing that her morals or anything that usually stops a modern person from committing the act of murdering another person no longer affected her mentally or morally.
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More coming up as your average project moon fan does some trolling In londinium.
Status Power Mingguan
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