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Considering actually making a fic about monster 141 and human conflict, it’s been haunting me would anyone be interested? Should I post it on ao3?
Monster fic:
Human Shaped Monsters
Blood bathed the soil. It spans decades, and at this point, there is no way either side could turn back, and strike a deal for peace. The humans who have been enslaved and the monsters who were belittled and forced into segregation for centuries.
Blood soil the hands of both leading sides, eyes shrouded by hatred and rage. This was a war to end either species… and the humans were losing.
Two decades before the start of this war there was a faction of monsters pushing for equal rights and humans siding with them. Not even that solidarity could bring both sides together. It started with peace and ended in the blood of an innocent.
The human resistance was shrinking and the leading factions began to divide a plan. A last-ditch for freedom.
Rabies.
It was a slow race, the first to be infected were the werewolves and other beastmen. It was a long wave of modification by a small group of scientists. They made sure it could jump to every other monster, the only free of it were, mermaids, gargoyles, and shadow beings.
They made it with no cure.
It was an overnight success. Their militaries begin to fall into smithereens. One by one they had to kill their own forces and burn their corpses. New fear spread across the monsters.
The humans leaked the information.
The fear of humans was raised again.
Switzerland was the only country that allowed humans and Monsters to live together, of course, there were some apartheid laws but in all of was far better than other countries where they were actual slaves, broodmares, pets, and cattle.
It was a painful year for the Monsters before they decided to come to a ceasefire with the remnant of free humanity.
They meet up in neutral territory, Switzerland.
Laswell’s wing folds flatly against her back as she looks over to see her escort, Task Force 141, and shadow company’s Graves. “Are you sure about this?” Price was in his wings folding.
“I don’t like making concessions to them but if they have a cure—“
“I doubt it,” Soap snears, “knowing that vermin they were trying to kill us off.” He grips the door his long nails scrapping the metal door, his tail swishing angrily.
“Kate Laswell,” a feminine voice calls out, they all turn to see a young human woman standing there flanking her side is a monster in tactical gear. Laswell walked forward and they followed after them.
“Are you part of the delegation?” Laswell asks. The human looks up.
“Well, I’m part of the… welcoming committee, we in Switzerland don’t want war.” The human smiles her dark auburn hair was pull back into a low ponytail.
“A bunch of cowards and weaklings,” Soap smears. The soap didn’t always hate humans, he grew to hate them. In his youth, he was to stay in love with one until another human took her. He watched as they destroyed the world, their corruption throwing the world into a near-constant war.
He hated them.
“What would Santana think?” The human girl asks, Soap found himself sneering at the human woman for being up his old love.
“She’s not here because of you-“
“That was far before my time.”
“You’re young,” Gaz notes.
“Well, this country is made up of refugees, our parents fought to be free.” The human said side eyeing the Harpy.
Gaz didn’t like humans, he had no fold memory of that human or that human in his mind where they showed their famed humanity. He has only seen their bigotry. His home was napalmed by war. He hated humans too.
“Why aren’t we needing at the capital?” Graves asks looking around. The sun was setting and he could see the beautiful landscape of Switzerland’s countryside.
“Too many people live there, too many anxieties. Here if war breaks out not so many people be hurt.” Soap snorts but looks around the air is smooth and clean, far less dusty than the battlefield.
“Mother Maia,” the human woman calls out. There in the setting Sun of a large building, what used to look like a big retail store was a woman taking down hung sheets.
“As Jezebel,” the woman’s sweet voice calls out. “Are these the monster’s delegates?”
“Yup,” the group stops in front of this strange woman. She was in all black, with no skin showing beside her hands. She didn’t look Muslim just… like a Victorian woman in mourning. It was nostalgic for Graves he couldn’t stop smiling, her dark veil covering her hair and face. “How are the kids?”
“It’s dinner, you know how the little werewolves get, so territorial. Then the gargoyles want to sit at the top. The dragons are trying to hord people.”
“Is Michael sweet-talking people for food again?”
“Of course, you can’t stop young sirens from praying on others, especially on crawfish night.”
“Crawfish? Damn now I’m hungry-“
“We’ll take your group to the meeting point and if you get their fast enough and back we might still have some leftovers.” The woman in black tease.
“C’mon, let’s hurry,” Jezebel said rushing the group of monsters.
“What is that place?” Ghost asks. There were monsters there? And a human talking so nonchalantly about them too.
“That’s an orphanage, government sponsored, that’s the head director, Mother Maia.”
“Is she a nun?” Soap asks. Jezebel cackles and turn to him.
“Nope she’s a former Sniper, before retiring only a few weeks ago.” A cold chill run down tje monster’s bodies.
“What was her name?”
“Something like the pale death.” The monster stopped walking Soap nearly ran back to that woman to kill her.
“Relax Johnny it’s a bad idea to kill her here.” Ghost said resting his stone hands on his friend’s shoulder. Soap bared his fangs but let his shoulder sag.
“That bitch has killed dozen of our men-”
“Hey,” Jezebel said, “you better be careful this is her boyfriend right here,” Jezebel pointed to the armed monster next to him. He was a humanoid monster, maybe a wraith… that would make sense at night he was the most powerful.
“Traitor,” Gaz glared at the shorter male who had a strange antenna coming from his helmet.
“C’mon, let’s keep going I’m missing out on delisting crawfish!” Jezebel practically jogged to the meeting point.
“Look at her, so carefree. Humans truly disgust me.” Soap whispers to Gaz who flew slightly above him.
“I know mate, they only care for themselves, and discriminate against those that differ from them.” The moment they got to the meeting Jezebel took off.
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“Mother Maia?” The woman in black looks up and walks up to the group of monster. Walking into the giant old building. The inside was converted into a home.
“Yes?” She asks.
“They wanted to see the orphanage a little more,” assistant Andres said, his wolf tail swinging side to side.
“Of course come in—”
“That killer in in charge of our kind?” Soap sneers, walking up to her. His eyes widened she was quite tall for a human, 6ft.
A set of low growls ooze out from the back as a small group of five teenage boys stalked in, they were young Werewolf pups. They got in between her and him.
“Who the fuck are you pendejo?” One asks his accented English rolls off his tongue.
“She killed our kind—”
“You killed your kind! My parents were killed by cunts like you,” the Australian boy shouts.
Soap glared at the young boys in front of him. They were young, stupid, and weak. A few had missing eyes, and arms, and one missing a leg. In the order of monsters, they should be dead.
“Enough!” Mother Maia snaps loudly, pulling the young alpha back. She leans down. In a low tone, she said, “Go protect the other orphanage.” Soap frown, another orphanage? The young back sneered at him one last time and stalked off.
“Have some grace, most of them were maimed by the monster’s militia when their parents tried to flee. Most of their parents were either murdered in front of them or eaten.” A chill ran down 141’s back.
“Mate—”
“Of course, we have some monsters affected by humans, but humans wouldn’t let a single monster live. These survivors or victims of you.” Mother Maia said setting the basket closed down.
“So, pale death-“ Graves walk over a smirk on his face.
“Killed anyone of them?”
“They are my children, don’t you know? Human pack bond with anyone.” She said in the same flirty tone as Graves. She clears her throat and looks at the greater whole, “where would you like to begin?”
“What type of monsters do you have?” Gaz asks looking around, he can smell a plethora of monsters, even prey monsters.
“We have beast men, harpies, mermaids, fairies, shark born, dragons, gargoyles, vampires-“ a group of bats came flying in and transformed small little kids running up to Mother Maia.
“We’re hungry.”
“Go to the kitchen.”
“How do you feed them?” Graves asks, there was about six of them the oldest no older than twelve.
“Donation of course, this country knows blood from monsters and humans are welcome. Of course, we have animals.” Graves subconsciously nods. “We have a few turned, they don’t want human blood.”
“We also have pray hybrids.”
“To feed-“
“No.” Mother Maia cuts off Price.
“Come I’ll show you the barn,” Mother Maia turned and led the group. There in the back was a large barn, it smelled like a barn.
“Lenard,” Mother Maia calls out, a figure jumps down and a young gargoyle appears, “we’re bringing in some guess, go tell Jin.”
“Jin isn’t gonna like this… not these unknown predators in his camp.”
“I know but go tell him,” The gargoyle nods and flies off.
Mother Maia turns to them, the veil is getting annoying, and the strange clinking sound as she walks. “Don’t eat anyone of them, I’ll kill you.” Her tone turns from sweet and welcoming to cold and cruel.
She opens the barn.
Screams erupt.
There was many cattle hybrids. Sheep, goats, alpacas, llamas, cows, and even some deer. They all backed up and only one thing approached a small girl screaming.
“Yumna-“
“Get out!” She shouts. She was a stout girl? And from the marking of her fur, honey badger.
“Do they have to be here?” A new voice asks in the arms of Lenard was a boy, Jin. The horns said it all along with the one wing, dragon. This was his hord.
“Quit,” Mother Maia said, silencing the barn.
“As you can see we have farmed more prey species since they don’t want to be killed or eaten. We’re leaving now,” she pushed everyone out and close the barn after Lenard who climb back onto his perch.
“So…” Price smiles blowing out his cigar smoke, “that’s his castle and hord?”
“Indeed.”
They begin to walk far into the fields small predictor hybrids poke their heads up and watch them leave before going back to playing. They walked for a few miles to the ledge of a cliff down below the ocean.
“We don’t have any big trees, so most of the Harpies live on the cliffs in huts, down below in our seaways are Merfolks and shark borns. Of course, as you see another gargoyle and in the water an eastern dragon born.” Gaz eyes widen seeing the little harpies flying around. It reminded him of home.
“Priscilla,” Mother Maia calls out, a young woman in her early Twenties or late teens walked up. Gaz thought she was human at first until he noticed her feet. She was a wingless harpy. Gaz felt feather’s raising anger boiling under his skin. She inched her way closer Gorgyle behind her.
“Since Harpies are communal and the boldest of the youth train the harpies to fly, but since Priscilla had her wings ripped off most of the young harpies don’t fly.” Mother Maia said.
“We can!” One shout, from the cliffs their small heads and raptor eyes glued on them. “We just… don’t want to.” The little boy said shyly.
“And in the small brush forest we have the smaller pray species and a pack of werewolves.”
“A pack?” Soap asks, “there’s more than one?” Mother Maia nods.
“We have five they like doing mock battles to see who gets five feet of territory into another’s back, it’s all friendly games they come together to defend this area when needed.” Soap couldn’t help but smile, maybe if he was younger this would be a great place to create a pack.
“I can teach them how to fly,” Gaz said mindlessly staring at the cliff where there were probably over 20 harpies. All the young children and the oldest were younger than him, they wouldn’t survive if they couldn’t fly.
“Really?” Priscilla said her shoulder feathers raising in excitement.
“We’re staying here a few days.” They two turn to another Maia for an answer.
“You have to ask Baihu.” Pricilla cringed and sighed, “As the most senior member of this community and the oldest, it’s your duty.” Pricilla nods.
“Alright let’s go asks him, c’mon.” She begins to walk to the cliff Gaz following suit.
“Isn’t it a little cruel to have a human looking after a monster?” Soap ask.
“Not at all my counterpart is a monster taking care of humans, his hord.”
“This seems too perfect.”
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Word count: 2.2K Would you be interested in this being a full fic?
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Part 2
Humanoid Monster
Part 1, Part 3
Laswell sighed as the delegation dragged on. Of course, neither side sent their leadership only lackeys to demand impossibilities for the others to complete. They still tasted blood in their mouth for their fallen. The human delegation was a man called Vladimir Makarov, a young Russian who led his paramilitary group in deep Siberia.
“Why should we agree to these terms?” Makarov asks, how he knew, or let alone who taught him English was beyond Laswell. Most humans don’t know more than one language. Rarely do they speak the languages of countries far away from them. Humanity is landlocked. It was a way to ensure humanity never teamed up to defeat the monsters.
“Why should we agree to your request either?” Laswell sneers her wings twitching, from her anger. She read about this man, how he slaughtered many monsters and used their pelts as decoration. He was fighting for a greater Russia, with only humans in it, abolishing any monster or hybrid in sight. A human utopia!
They were talking in circles, Switzerland’s military standing at watch ready to shoot both delegations dead if given the chance. They weren’t achieving anything here.
“Since this is a peace treaty give us the names of your task force,” Makarov asks, Laswell knew it was personal for him. 141 and he was in a long constant struggle.
“Give us the files on the Pale Death, White Fang, Angel of Death, and Hunter.” Laswell strikes back. Each one of those women caused so many problems, that they must have been resistance rebels.
Makarov pursed his lips and glared at Laswell, “We’ll give you the files for White Fang and Hunters. As for the Angel of Death, she wasn’t one of us, but as for the pale death? No, we will not.”
“Then you will only get the files on, Roach,” Laswell spoke. It seems like Makarov is only giving information on the dead so she’ll do the same. Makarov frowns.
“Deal.” They both knew a single member of Task Force 141 was far better than any human, dead or alive, all except for the Pale Death.
By the end of the meeting, they had only agreed to share files of the dead and nothing more they merely moved a single inch to the finish post. As Laswell walks out Soap, Price, Graves, and Ghost we’re waiting for her.
“Where’s Gaz?”
“Helping the Hapries to fly,” Soap rolls his eyes, “the human woman can’t even raise a harpy! They should need the least amount of training!” Price touched his shoulder silencing the Sergeant.
“What happened?” Price asks.
“Not much, I was able to get information on White Fang and Hunter,” Laswell sighed.
“Those two are fucking dead, at least get the Pale Death—”
“Their delegate is Makarov,” everyone froze and a low growl imitated from all of them.
“He’s here? That terrorist?” Ghost steps closer to Laswell.
“C’mon let’s review the files maybe their connections, sure White Fang and Pale Death worked together,” Laswell spoke up.
Jezebel reappeared and began to lead them to a place outside of the meeting point, a spacious military camp where they were staying. It was more like Switzerland wanted to watch them, making sure they didn’t unpack them negatively.
Laswell hands over the packet to Price, Ghost, Graves, and Soap. They slowly scan through the files.
White Fang:
name: Belinda Wolf
Age: 23
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 140lb
History: grew up on a resistance compound deep in Akaska forest. Grew up hunting animals to survive. Favorite targets were werewolves said they were the apex of trotted a hunter could win.
statue: KIA
The photo was of a plan-looking woman, nothing remarkable, but for Soap he felt a sense of victory over this wretch. He hunted the White Fang down and butchered her like she butchered his troops. He hated her flesh making sure she was truly dead.
Hunter:
Name: Rawiya Abadi
Age: 31
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 120 lbs
History: The daughter of a wealthy (free) man she grew up owning and hunting exotic animals. She soon turned radicalized and began to hunt down every predator species of hybrids for their pelts and horns, wanting to collect every type of monster.
Status: KIA
“We’ll these aren’t helpful.” Price grumbles.
“A bunch of psychos.” Soap drops the file onto the table.
“We’ll theirs one thing for sure,” Graves spoke up, “White Fang didn’t work together, and White Fang came after Hunter.”
“What are you insinuating?”
“Maybe their master and apprentices? After all, they share the same M.O. two hunters, maybe they did meet up but it’s not stated here.” Graves continues.
“We never found Hunter’s body, maybe Hunter set up that compound and trained up an apprentice?”
“What about mother and daughter?” Ghost brought up.
“That could be plausible,” Soap said.
“Makarov said the Angel of Death isn’t connected to the resistance forces.”
“That human is lying.” Soap sneers his sharp claws poking out.
“It could be plausible,” Ghost spoke up. “The Angel of Death was in deep monster territory, to be a resistance force is unlikely as it was hard to pick that human out of a crowd. She acted like one of the enslaved.”
“That one is most likely inspired by the resistance.” Price grunts out.
“The fact Switzerland allowed a killer like the Pale Death to live here is insane,” Soap said.
“Mother Maia… how insulting.” Graves notes, “The Pale Death working with our children?”
“I bet Maia isn’t her real name,” Soap mutters.
“Agree,” Price grunts out smoke leaking from his maw.
“Why don’t we do some recon whilst we’re here” Graves stands up, “Price you stay with Laswell, Ghost asked the young Gargoyles about their life, and I will talk to Mother Maia.”
“What are you planning?” Laswell folds her arms, “Shepard wants a smooth deal where we get our concessions.”
“I know, but something feels fishy about this place.” Graves adds, “It feels… stage.”
“Let me—“
“I want you and Gaz to watch the children, and see if their body languages give anything away.” Sops clenched his fist but nodded and sat down.
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Gaz looked at the little harpies their little down feather wings gathered around him like lost chicklings looking for their mommas. He felt himself smiling at the small yet wide-eyed little owls just staring at him.
Pricilla is seventeen, and the oldest person there. She had also spent the longest time at the orphanage.
“So you’ve been an orphan this long?” Gaz asks.
“No, Mother Maia is my adopted Mother,” Gaz eyes widen.
“When did she adopt you?”
“I was eight.”
“Does she have any other kids?”
“No,” Pricilla sighs. “She cannot adopt anymore, in Switzerland only monsters can adopt monsters, same with humans. We came to Switzerland mother and daughter,” Gaz nods and looks at all the little Hapries.
“There’s so many children here,” Gaz mutters there were at least fifteen harpies of flight age.
“Many monsters abandoned their injured kids here, many of them have actual parents who don’t want them, but a small few made it here on their own… the human orphanage is way more kids.”
“Human orphanage?” Gaz questions.
“A lot of humans give up their babies because they can’t care for them, some are given up because their parents died after arriving.”
“how do you know this?”
“We all go to school together.” Gaz’s mouth drops. Humans? Monsters! Together? In school! No way!
“We’re gonna narrow their football field for this flight practice.”
“… you know this land used to not be Switzerland,” Gaz said as they walked a mile to the place.
“I know it was a part of France, right?” Pricilla answer. Gaz nod.
“We monsters don’t use the old colonial name the humans created.” Pricilla nods, she soon arrives at a school and there a few humans are playing.
“Jakob,” Pricilla calls out, a blonde boy, around Pricilla’s age wave.
“We need to barrow your football field.”
“Why?” He asks walking over to the fence of the tennis court.
“Flying practice!” Pricilla cheers.
“I’ll go tell Gramps he can turn on the lights.”
“Thank you!”
“You seem friendly with that human,” Gaz said trying not to growl at her. How could she forsake her kind and be around humans? Doesn’t she know they are destructive and cruel?
“He’s my classmate.” She bashfully said. Cold realization dawned on Gaz this young harpy like that human. He was a decent-looking boy but it made his blood boil.
By the time they reach the football field, the lights turn on.
It was going to be a long night, the sun was setting and they had a few hours to teach them. The wind picked up, his wings flared out and the older harpies watched him, eyes wide and eager to learn.
Gaz couldn’t help but smile at these small harpies taking flight, their wings clumsily flapping in the air.
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Resident evil x 141
Like what of 141 accidently fall into res ident evil and meet Leon and Yn? Getting to know their new world and the hot mess this place is whilst trying to get back to their own world.
Infection Au
Inspired by the MLP infection Au I was thinking about doing one for Cod be interested?
Cod Virus AU
The virus is manmade, but the public doesn’t know this— no one knows this but the US government. The Virus is attached to a person young the virus is colloquially called sludge virus. There are two types of viruses; Mobile and stationary.
Mobile:
1st Stage: a strong cough and rash at the bite point, acts like pneumonia.
2nd Stage: The flesh begins to be eaten up and sores open up starting from the bite zone. The flesh begins to melt and get saggy on the body, movement and motor skills deteriorate and speech also begins to slur.
3rd Stage: Infected fully lose control of their body, and have the urge to bite and infect others. Their body slowly turns back and slimy.
4th stage: black sludge on the ground that seeps Into the ground and sprouts the second type of virus
Stationary:
1st stage: black sludge
2nd stage: strange fern-like growth that gets up to 10ft tall
3rd stage: fully mature and sends out spores in the wind.
4th stage: humanoid statues frozen to the ground releasing spores.
Price:
Stress: high
strength: tired
Health: Excellent but tired
Mentality: Good but Weary
Goal: trying to find the progenitor of the virus knows it’s connected to a girl
Laswell:
Stress: High feels like the world is on her shoulder
Strength: average
Health: Excellent
Mentality: poor stress over
Goal: this is a former CIA experiment that’s gotten out of hand and she must catch the progenitor
Soap:
Stress: high
Strength: average
Health: poor
Mentality: bad
Infected: first stage, currently quarantined
Gaz:
Stress: above average
Strength: Tired
Health: Average
Mentality: upset that Soap is infected
Goal: to save Soap brought up the idea of amputation to save him
Ghost:
Stress: Average
Strength: a little tired
Health: excellent
Mentality: focus on the mission
Goal: finding and securing the target
???
Stress: High
Strength: Low
Health: poor
Mentality: bad
Goal: to survive
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Love for someone to draw this.
Humanoid Monster
Part 1, Part 2, Next
Graves followed Mother Maia as she got everyone fed and clothed the babies. The wit was other humans, most of them worked with the infants. Most of the older children begin to pack up and head out.
“Where are they going?” Graves asks as Gaz and Soap follow the herd of children.
“School.” Graves gives her a shocked expression before nodding and following her.
“Maia,” a woman walks in.
“Ruth,” Mother Maia nods.
“We have a new one.” Behind Ruth was a small vampire girl, she was pale and small. Mother Maia sighs and walks closer to the child.
“She’s blind and her drinking fangs were pulled out,” Graves froze and moved closer to the child, his blood boiled, who would do this? Who would hurt a young child?
“Who brought her in?”
“I don’t know she was left there,” Mother Maia sighs and she covers where her eyes should be.
“Alright leave her to me until the other vamps come back then they can figure out the story.” Ruth nods and walks out, her hooves clicking on the ground.
“You're going to let children figure it out—”
“Not all children trust humans, not all children trust other monsters,” Mother Maia interrupts picking up the shaky child. the little girl’s mouth begins to water as she smells human, but as her mouth opens her fangs clearly broken off. Vampires’ fangs don’t grow back.
“How do you feed her?” Graves asks. This was his kind, though he has no love for others not of his blood, and even if their his his level of love is low, for the monster runs on strength and power. Graves couldn’t help but pity this pathetic thing.
They walk into the kitchen and she reaches into the blood bank refrigerator and pulls out a blood bag, type O. Type O is the most palpable for vampires, it wasn’t offensive or overly tasty just nourishment. The little girl begins to babble her words foreign.
“Все в порядке, пей из этой соломинки,” Mother Maia said in Russian. Graves stiffened, this Mother knew Russian, was she originally from Russia? Maybe that’s how she knows Makarov.
“How do you know Russian?” Graves asks leaning against the door. The little vampire sucks greedily for the blood.
“Switzerland teaches other languages, it’s a point all the nurses, and orphanage workers know at least two languages for communication.” Mother Maia said before walking over to the phone and calling her counterpart.
“Abraham,” she calls, “Yes I need one of the older vampires, Dimitri to come back we have a new fledgling.” Mother Maia set the child down at the dining room table.
“Why do you wear a veil?” Graves asks. She looks over the outline of her head twisting to him.
“I’m disfigured by war, these children seem enough horror let them not see another one.”
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Soap crouched down with the other werewolves, all of them trying to beat him at arm wrestling. “Ye’r gaun doon,” Soap laughs as all the young werewolves fail to beat him.
“What’s yer opinion o' Mither Maia,” all the werewolves stop and turn to him.
“Why do you care?” Liam asks, as the alpha of this pack Delta.
“Is she a guid mither ” Soap asks. Liam looks around before sighing.
“You don’t like her,” Liam said with a smirk.
“She’s a vicious killer, she kills oor kind —”
“She kills you, not us. We aren’t soldiers,” Liam growls his fangs shown. Soap glares at Liam and leans back in his seat.
“How come dae ye defend her?” Soap asks. The pack growls and storms off.
“Don’t mind them,” Soap looks up to take the ancient dragon Abraham, a legend in the monster community one of the elder dragons. “They were raised by her Liam especially, he was a runt and she spent her time raising him.
“When did she stop being the pale death?” Gaz asks from across the room, his feathers covered in glitter and glue random colorful duck feathers glued to him. Abraham stroked his beard before sighing.
“She was coming from the Americas and went through Alaska to get to Europe. Meet up with a human PMC and continue to Switzerland. With her daughter.”
“She has a daughter?” Gaz asks.
“Priscilla,” Gaz from, and his jaw set angrily. “She also had a small pack of baby werewolves with her, pack Delta. She was disfigured by a werewolf that tried to kill the pack.” Soap felt his blood run cold.
Pack Delta looked strong healthy a good squad of boys that make fine soldiers. Who would try to kill them?
“So they were her first pack?” Abraham nod.
“Then as other werewolves came in they found allegiant to different packs. Werewolves are the biggest military population most were outcasts.” Soap nods, werewolves are notorious for having strict rules for soldiers and regulations to become a soldier.
“How old is Mother Maia?” Gaz asks standing up but small harpies cling to his arms giggling as if this was all a game. Gaz picked up one of the harpies girls.
“She is rather young in human age, ask Priscilla, she knows the most about Mother Maia.”
“How come dae ye ca' her Mither Maia?” Soap grumbles like an annoyed puppy.
“It is only natural we give respect to each other. I have the name of Grandfather. She is very respectful she protects her children and so do I,” the old dragon said smoke smoldering from his mouth an obvious threat to these soldiers. He went back to his Victorian pipe smoking calmly.
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“Why does everyone respect her?” Gaz asks.
“Who knows,” Soap grumbled.
“Let’s hope the others have information.”
“Alright men,” Laswell said sitting around the table.
“Mother Maia is disfigured,” Graves said.
“Priscilla is her daughter,” Gaz added.
“The Harpy?” Ghost grunts out. Gaz nods.
“One of the wolf packs was with her before they arrived in Switzerland. She moved in from North America through Alaska through Russia to Switzerland.” Soap adds in.
“Gaz will you ask Priscilla about this Mother Maia.” Graves asks.
“Alright, I have flight training later this day, Ghost what did the Gargoyles say?” Gaz asks.
“They stonewalled me.” Soap sighs and leans back in his chair.
“Why is she… so mysterious?” Laswell mumbles mostly to herself.
“Who knows.”
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Gaz looked at Priscilla who was wrapped up in a blanket as the night was cold. The small harpies flapped their wings hard in the air trying to fly higher and higher. Gaz promises to give the highest flyer a daring race in the air.
“Priscilla,” Gaz walks closer keeping one eye on the little chicklings, the other on Priscilla. She was a very beautiful young woman.
“Yes?” She said her accent was the very Hispanic accent.
“How old is your mother?” Priscilla frowns and thinks about it.
“She’s only a few years older than me, I’m seventeen and she’s twenty-seven.” Gaz eyes widen.
“She’s that young?” Gaz's mouth fell open.
“We harpies age slower so the age difference really looked grande but she isn’t that much older than most of us.” Gaz nodded and then another thought came into his mind.
“Why did she become the Pale Death?”
“To protect us, we were hunted so Sue hunted them back.” The further he learns about Mother Maia the more she becomes a saint. It was so fucking creepy.
“How did you two meet?”
“I was kicked out of my nest after my wings were ripped off she picked me up and that’s it,” Priscilla said as the younger harpies began to fall out of the sky Gaz went to catch everyone before they got hurt.
“Your mother,” Gaz said as all the chicklings ran to Priscilla and hid in her blanket for warmth. “Did she ever hurt you?” Priscilla said quickly but her tone was unusually shaky not due to the cold but to nervousness.
“You're scared of her.”
“She can be intimidating and harsh but she never hurt us.”
Gaz nods. Mother Maia isn’t all that saintly.
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Ok since you answered to my comment that you would do a 3rd part then can I ask for a third part of "Working With a Legend" but now it's Ghost and Price working with her and experiencing it for themselves why she is such a legend
You don't have to if you don't want too!
I hope you have a good day!
Sorry for the late reply luv I was a little stuck on the story and bogged my school. Laswell walks in and you get up walking over to the table, waiting for the next easy mission. You see everyone looks at the photo of a man, racially ambiguous, brown if you will.
“This is Lazarus—” Laswell points to the photo. You let out a long sigh and a string of curses. Everyone turns to you, intrigued by your behavior.
“You know something,” Ghost said looking down at you.
“Lazarus… don’t bother trying to kill him.” You wave your hand walking back to the couch and lying down.
“Why?” Price asks.
“Because Lazarus isn’t a person.”
“What does that mean?” You look up and focus on them before laughing and closing your eyes.
“Lazarus is a title, I’ve killed the last four of them, someone always new takes over.” You explain Lazarus is a criminal organization, one that you know very well. Under the thin layer of society, a crime world exists.
“Do you know where Lazarus is?” Laswell asks, you raise your head and slightly nod. “We aren’t going to kill Lazarus we need information from him.”
“You’ll lead the mission,” Price said to you and you nodded getting up and stretching out. “Ghost and I will accompany you.
Great… the two officer ranks….
You all board a military heli you would rather do a commercial with everyone else, and blend in with the crowd but you can’t complain about a nice military heli that can get you far.
“What’s our first move?” Ghost asks, looking at you.
“We’ll find their little paws.”
“What?” Price said leaning in.
“Lazarus is a crime thing, you need to find their little paws and tails before finding the rat… you two should change to fit the tourist part.” You explain and look out at the city below you.
Dubai is a beautiful place, a place with no natural culture and slavery. You walk out and begin looking for the shady-looking person, the little rats that run this city. Your eyes caught on a little boy, who looked homeless.
You walk up to them speaking Arabic, the child looks at you wearily before you pull out a small metallic card with the Lazarus symbol. The child nods and gestures for you to follow, and you do so.
Price and Ghost follow after you and soon you are at a nightclub where tourists are dancing and influencers posting photos, in all a perfect place to traffic people. There sitting at a table was Lazarus.
“Here you go, I’m gonna get some alcohol,” he tells Price before walking off. Something felt wrong and you were pretty sure they could feel it too. You get your drink, vodka in strawberry juice. You look around and see Lazarus’s bodyguards.
You slowly make your way towards these men and take them out, dragging them to the back and striking them in pressure points. you reach into your back cuffing their hands and legs together. Soon it was just Lazarus.
You make your way back to the table to find the three men in a heated discussion. You sat down at the table and smiled at the new Lazarus. He looked at you rather annoyed by your presence.
You reach into your bag and put four bullets onto the table a small veil threat. It took this new Lazarus a minute to realize what this meant. “L likes to send their regards.” You said in a feminine tone like you're a hired woman to do so.
This man instantly begins to sweat and try to get up but it wasn’t easy with both Ghost and Price sitting on either side of him. He looked around and found out all his guards were gone, you took care of that.
The three of you took him away to a more private place. Away from prying eyes. They interrogated, and you sat back and watched as the man squirmed and shouted slipping into Arabic every other sentence. You sit back and open your work phone, the US government didn’t say you're exclusive to them, you gaze down at your phone and see a new buyer.
It was rather fortunate that you were in the right place for this mission, the death of a Saudi Prince, a familial struggle, if you may have. You get up and slink off going to your weapon stash, changing outfit you hail a cab for the exclusive party. You have a strong suspicion this job was also in play to eliminate you in the process. You look down at the little bottle of poison and hide it in the heels of your shoes. You put on enough makeup to look like you belong at the party.
You moved in stayed long enough to look like you belong, and found the cup the prince is drinking from. You gaze around to see if anyone is watching him. Several people are watching him, besides his guard a mysterious person, that one was meant for you. You walk up to him striking up a conversation flirtling a little bit acting like a foreigner. Enough for them to let their guard down. You quietly maneuver them into a corner knock them out, and set them on the ground as if they are drunkenly sleeping.
You added a small bit of poison into the prince’s cup, he’s a man, he wouldn’t be thinking about being drugged nor about protecting his cup. You used the crowd to hide yourself the way the crowd flowed back and forth tricking the camera. You even gave a drink to another person, and yourself before leaving. At most, you were there for an hour.
“Where were you?” You look up to see Both Price and Ghost looking at you like you are a deadly viper, you give them a coy smile and wave your hand dismissing them.
“Did you get what you need?” You ask them. They shook their head.
“Then let me.” You walk past them there Lazarus is covered in blood, they are playing dirty and violent. You quietly spoke to Lazarus, bringing up your history and who you were. The veiled threat of the four bullets in between your fingers.
He spilled.
BANG!
You kill him leave four printless bullets in his lap and walk to the two.
“Let’s head out.”
Humanoid Monster
Previous, Next
141 decided to have dinner with the young monsters of the orphanage. The adults were cooking and some of the older children bearded the children into their seats.
“Michael!” The little honey badger screams bitting at the willowy siren who kept singing little taunts to the little girl. “You stink nutty head!”
“Michael,” a dragon roared his wings furrowed out, “stop taunting her.” He commands. Price hadn’t seen this dragon before he looked on the older side, more college-age than middle or high school.
“Who’s that?” Price asks Jezebel.
“Elijah, the third oldest kid that ever enters the orphanage, and the 2nd oldest… ever.” Jezebel hums as the small Hapries climb over her. As a tall girl, they like to jump from her and glide down.
“Who’s the oldest?” Soap asks.
“Her name is Lizzie, she’s a Gorgon and in her residency. She’s going to be a nurse.”
“How did this orphanage start to begin with?” Laswell questions.
“It began with Mother Maia who wanted to keep her pack together. Her werewolves and her daughter. Lobby hard, and it morphs into an Orphanage when one gorgon drops off their deformed baby. Then soon others dropped off their runts.” Jezebel muses.
“Mother!” A new voice shouts. Everyone stops and looks over as a Gorgon walks in in scrubs sunglasses on. Mother Maia walked and the tall Gorgon hugged her.
“My residency is over!” She cheers and jumps up and down, “Since the nurse’s office here is complete I’m applying!” She cheers. Elijah runs up to her hugging her with joy.
“Why not… I don’t know a soldier?” Soap mumbles.
Lizzie looks over and walks straight up to Soap, “Why be around dogs like you?” She loves her sun glass and Soap instantly looks away but stops when he notices her glassy milky eye. She is blind, she can’t turn anything to stone.
Gorgons had a disease, the blindness disease that spread through the clutch. They can still see with the snakes in their head, but it’s still pretty impactful on their life.
“Aren’t clutches that have the blindness disease get squashed?” Soap asks, everyone froze and just stared at him. Elijah looks mad, and he almost storms over. Lizzie put her hand out.
“Yeah and?” Lizzie asks without a second thought. Soap looked around and realize he fucked himself.
“Why aren’t…”
“I dead?” Lizzie asks before smirking. “My mommy,” she said before clinging onto Mother Maia and climbing into her arms. The silence before Elijah also tried to get into her arms the two begin to argue.
Price and Laswell couldn't help but chuckle at the youngsters who were acting like babies, human babies. Mother Maia stood there rigid like a tree. The two were bickering, like they were children again.
In their little territorial dispute and need to dominate and claim Mother Maia’s viel slips off. The crowd gasps and both Lizzie and Elijah scramble to catch her veil and dragged back over her head, right before anyone can see her face.
“Children,” Mother Maia said clipply, “sit and be obedient.” she sternly told them the two got off her and sat down.
Gaz stared at her, she had such control over them it was a tab freaky to him. The small Harpies begin to pull him to their table to eat. Good is brought out shortly. Gaz felt at home, back in his forest for communal dinner.
“Maia,” Laswell spoke up, “can I talk to you in private?”
Mother Maia looks over and nods, “Everyone says your thanks or prayer and you can eat, and don't make a great mess for the janitors,” Mother Maia addresses the room before walking out with Laswell.
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“How did this orphanage start? And when did you get involved?” Price against the entrance and listens in on Laswell’s questions. “This be a great—”
“Publicity stunt?” Mother Maia said softly. She sighs, “… this has gotten out to your world.”
“Yes.” Laswell clears her throat, “We want official words from the orphanage—”
“Why don't you bring in the media so they can see for themselves, I fear you'll twist my words against me.” Mother Maia said calmly, “I can call the media and we can give a public statement.” Laswell eyed her wearily eyes looking to Price.
“I would like that.”
“I believe we can have cameras here by tomorrow or for the day after.” Laswell nods at Mother Maia’s words.
“Will you still answer my question,” Laswell asks.
“I've been Invited since the beginning. I was freshly twenty-one and wanted to keep my family together. The young werewolves would have been forced into the army and I might have lost my daughter. I wanted them near, their family.” Mother Maia begins.
“My first ever orphan was Elijah and then Lizzie. They were dropped off by their parents and soon it spread and all these monsters dropped off their runts, and then I had to contact the government and soon I was funded.” Laswell mods.
“You’re a very, admirable woman.” Laswell smiles and the two re-enter the main building.
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The media crew follows both humans and monsters, they are rather… upset with each other. Though Switzerland gives equal rights to everyone humans and monster still chooses to segregate themselves.
Within Switzerland, Mother Maia is known along with the old wise Abraham. They were usually talked about within the political sphere but the average people knew of them, like a mere rumor.
“Maia,” a monster reporter calls out, “why is this orphanage important to this country?” they ask with a condescending tone.
“We provide over a thousand jobs. We have infant nurses, nurses, nurses in training, then we have the teachers, other orphanage workers, case workers, guards, Janitor, and chief. We give people a normal job after fleeing here.” Mother Maia hums. 141 stands in the background along with a few teenagers.
“Maia,” the human reporter calls out, “do you think it's appropriate for a human to look after monsters and a man-eating dragon looking after human children?”
Mother Maia turns to them and pauses, a silent judgment. “This is called cultural exchange. Humans and Monsters apply to work here. They are expected to work with each other. Here we try not to discriminate.”
“Why haven't any of these kids been adopted?” the monster asks.
141 perked up and moved closer, these kids haven't been adopted? Not a single one?
“The human children are adopted, for every monster child that is adopted around five human children are adopted. It's not that we don't let them be adopted, it's mostly monsters who don't like monsters that aren’t theirs. And those that try, well they are… paramilitaries trying to get more recruiters.” Mother Maia explains.
“Well they get a home—”
“My children aren't going to war, blank period.” Mother Maia straighten up, “Why don't you all interview the children, I'm sure a few of them will talk to you.”
“Do you think it's dangerous to have these monsters near the children?” the human reporter spoke up.
“They are also children. Most of these monsters aren't violent and those that are working on their violent issues—”
“What happens if they attack?”
“This is fear mongering,” Soap mutters angrily.
“Shh,” Laswell shushed them, she wanted to know her next words.
“Hey haven't.”
“So you kill them?”
“No. We don't put down humans or monsters for being violent. That is ridiculous.” Mother Maia walked off before the reporters could say anything.
“Wow, she defended us,” Gaz said a slight sneer in his voice. “I thought she threw us under the bus.”
“She likes her children—”
“She treats them like pets,” Soap sneers and walks after Mother Maia. He wanted to talk to her, and Gaz followed.
“You,” Soap barks grabbing Mother Maia by her dress cuff. “What's your angel?”
“Angel?” she asks. “Are you referring to my stance on humans and monsters?”
“Yeah,” Gaz shifts and folds his arm.
“Human and monster devoid from the divine, humans from angels, monsters from devils—”
“You believe that bullshit?” Soap roars. It's been a long myth of the origin of humans and monsters. Everyone knows that fairytale. It's bullshit to Soap.
“Humans evolved from Monkeys, and we Monsters are divine—”
“Humans are devine to we are made in Angel’s image.”
“You sound delusional—”
“Abraham the oldest known Monster and dragon believes that, and I believe him.” Mother Maia pushed Soap away from her smoothing out her dress and straightening her veil.
“Humans and monsters can live together in harm and there was a time it happened. Both sides can live with harm and when it happens nature will come back.” Soap turns to Gaz with a strange expression.
“You sound—”
“Who are you?” Gaz asks, “Are you a monster?”
Gaz spends a long time reading about the past, all the wars, and negotiations. It fascinated him, and he read all of Abraham’s work and memoirs of the peaceful time.
“I am Mother Maia.”
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Honey Badger Hybrid!
- Honey badger hybrid! Reader who's short and feisty
- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader who picks a fight with Ghost just to eat his food in front of him
- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader who can take a bullet and be fine because they got tuff skin
- Honey badger Hybrid! Reader that throw themselves into any fight for the fun of it. (it takes two people to make them stop as grabbing them by the scruff of their neck isn't good enough)
- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader was once caught eating a giant bee nest (larvas) and taking stings like it was nothing
- Honey badger hybrid! Reader Who likes terrorizing the enemy by running in screaming
- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader Who screams black sir force vibes they got into 141 by taking an entire militia (20 people) and coming out mostly unharmed
- Honey Badger Hybrid! Reader who eats once drank poisonous and passed out (look really fuclkng dead nearly hurried alive) only to wake up two hours later like nothing happened
- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who doesn't value their own life and love life as of warring and fighting is everything
- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who likes to chew on Ghost stuff to establish dominance (believes Ghost is the top dog because he's the biggest. Ghost is so done with them but it's kinda cute watching them destroy things)
- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who gives Gaz a annurism by how they can first escape jail (the confinement they put them in for being bad) and how they can outsmart him (they are very cocky about it)
- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who sucks up to Laswell for some tasty treats while simultaneously being a menace to 141
- Honey Badger Hybrid! reader who sleeps all day and has zoomies all night (Likes to Harrass Ghost because he's a light sleeper)
So many ideas
I have like so ideas.
The continuation of my humanoid flesh it's getting serious
Continuation of my virus idea
Creak idea of cod x boyonetta
Maybe continuation of my pandemonium au/SCP au/ livestock au
God help mr I got no time either
Zombie World
141, Farah plus Alex are on one crazy mission in Urzikstan dealing with a piece of strange machinery. It activated and the next thing they saw was two people looking down at them.
You and Leon, are new police hired for Raccoon City meet up at the old police station and join forces. It was you who found the unconscious group of soldiers.
"Wakey Wakey, Eggs, and Bakey," You said quietly shaking the one with a skull mask he stirred slowly and stared at you. It was incredibly awkward.
"Who are you? Where am I?" He asks you frown, he's British... why British?
"Raccoon City, I thought all personnel were pulled out?" You say slowly before looking around for any zombies.
"Bloody hell," You look over and see the one with the British flag on his cap sit up, You walk over taking his arm and gently lifting him up. He gives you a strange smile before he froze and just stares at you. "Police officer?"
"You alright?" A new voice asks, this one sounded American, which made you feel better.
"Put your hands up!" You froze and slowly looked over to see another one pointing a military-grade gun at you.
That moment you meet 141. You had to explain the current situation after one of the infected rushed at the unconscious woman.
To say they were in shock is less accurate than pissed.
Once you reach back up to Leon you explain what you two know.
"So... Officer," Gaz said looking at you, "What's going on?"
"We don't know. When we both got here people were trying to attack us, if you get bitten you turn-"
"So Zombies?"
"What are Zombies?" You ask. They all look at you and you turn to Leon who also looks confused.
"The living dead." The Scottish one laughed.
"Let's cut the crap," Leon steps forward, "Racoon City will be nuked soon, we need to get out of here, and find Claire and flee the city." I look over at him and we both nod.
"We need to go home," Farah said.
"Well... Figure it out once we run from this City, Maybe our government can help you?" You suggest. She looks at you before nodding and looking at the map of Raccoon City.
"We need to split up," Ghost spoke up.
That's how you meet a strange task force from another dimension.
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Would anyone want this a full fic?
Call sigh: Silhouette
You are nearly as mysterious as Ghost…. But if you asks Laswell your are harder to find. When Price was making 141 she brought you up. You were her pick.
Agreeing is one thing, Price didn’t need convincing, but finding you was a whole other ordeal. You weren’t in any real military branch, your a contractor.
When Laswell finally found you, you only agree to join as a contractor, not as an official member.
Soap and Gaz we’re the two most excited to meet you, to know who this figment of imagination is. You lived up to the mystery but the hype they thought you get or give died the moment you walked through the military wear house cover from head to toe in black.
The worse part was everyone begin to compare you to Ghost. If Ghost was the standard you were his shadow.
It never bothered you. After all you were just a rumor, a Ghost’s shadow, and everyone knows ghost don’t exist.
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I will be writing more silhouette stories if you have any question or ideas feel free to asks!
Serial Killer
So I always see a lot of headcanons of serial killer cod characters but what if 141 meets a serial killer reader? Like some John Wick shit... Even though I wrote a cross over.
Serial Killer! Reader
You were raised in hell, a world of violence, where violence was praised
You were one of the best, for you had no morals and only fall rules because it’s more convenient
You slowly ended branching out of the underworld into the mainstream world
Your first mistake was killing a SAS soldier, then two navy SEALs
You disguises yourself as a a PMC person and slowly recruited into smaller faction
You could not care for the war or who was who but money talks and you do love money
One of your client ask you to target a task force full of SAS memebers
The best way to kill an entire to is to join them
You were scouted straight out of a PMC by one of the higher ups.
Soap
Soap didn’t care you were a PMC, as long as you were good
Soap notice you had lots of scars, especially on your back, it was religious
Soap was the first to discover your ability to speak Russian and know a lot of shady deals
Soap and you ended up forming a strange twisted friendship base on the most dramatic comebacks
When Soap got injured you were there… you were so close to killing him when Ghost arrived
Ghost
Ghost kept his distance, their was something off about you
Ghost looked into your career, you were a PMC with no military background, how good can you be?
Ghost didn’t care for you, as long as your useful that’s good enough
Ghost found you hovering over Soap and thought that was suspicious
Ghost begins to follow you
Price
Price didn’t like nor hate you, you follow his order but show no respect for his rank
Price found your background suspicious and ask Laswell to look into you
Price notice where ever you go you tend to kill and ask question later
Price thought you would be the weakest to gore and violence but it seems like you were the most comfortable
Price also was inform Privates and rookies were being found dead
Gaz
He hated you
Gaz’s gut was tell him you were bad news and he never doubted his guts.
Gaz is very social and keep up with the other soldiers and when more than one we’re found dead he got worried
Gaz also found out the killings only begin after you join
Gaz would give you a lot of attitude and snide remarks of your his teammate
Laswell
Laswell felt like sje saw your face
Laswell begins to dig through any crime family once Soap told everyone you have a specific saint on your back
Laswell contact 141 one night that your a killer
She got no reply
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@knight4xmas
omg the serial killer idea - so, serialkiller!reader who was part SAS and their callsign was baba yaga. they left military life after a traumatic event - idk maybe someone in their family was murdered - and went to live the john wick lifestyle 😵💫😵💫
See this is a whole new idea. Different from my initial serial killer! reader, but I like this!
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Serial killer! Reader was a former SAS member enlisted with Kyle
Serial Killer! Reader was accused of being a spy and tortured for a month straight losing their mind
Serial Killer! Reader who was left physically deformed across their face and entire body and half dead
Serial Killer! Reader who was found innocent and the military swept this crime under the rug and sent you to a mental hospital
Serial Killer! Reader who begins to spiral and breaks out of the hospital and use their training to hunt down the SAS members that tortured them
Serial Killer! Reader travels the world and join a well know PMC under a fake identity wearing all black to hide their scars
Serial Killer! Reader who Compartmentalizing their life to before and after. That their are “two” people inside them (not DID but a mental condition to justify their action
Serial Killer! Reader killed three of the ten SAS members before 141 is contacted
Serial Killer! Reader goes after 141 because Ghost was one of the SAS there (he didn’t participate but was there)
Serial Killer! Reader who traps them in a room and force them to pick who would die
Serial Killer! Reader who is best by Laswell and Shadow Company
Serial Killer! Reader who escape into the night a fugitive to the law
Imagine 141 stumbling across an unhinged hacker reader? Like raccoon behavior, full on rabid and delusional.
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader drops by the base with a bucket full of eels to pour onto Soap as he sleeps
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who then blames it on Gaz and Soap 100% believing them
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who took off running when Gaz saw them and climbed onto Ghost and hissed like a raccoon and began to honk like a goose weirding everyone out
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who looked all 141 in the eyes before eating a cockroach alive
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who stole Price's hat and hid it in Soap's room getting him in trouble
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who gives Soap his first gray hair in the span of 30 minutes of being on base
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who was asked to come down and help with a bomb because they constantly work on creating new fireworks, bombs, explosive
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who is a pyromaniac that stares at every fire they see to the point Soap has a leash attached to their belt to drag them places
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who left Soap gagging, gasping, and crying for some peace
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader drops by the base with a bucket full of eels to pour onto Soap as he sleeps
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who then blames it on Gaz and Soap 100% believing them
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who took off running when Gaz saw them and climbed onto Ghost and hissed like a raccoon and began to honk like a goose weirding everyone out
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who looked all 141 in the eyes before eating a cockroach alive
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who stole Price's hat and hid it in Soap's room getting him in trouble
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who gives Soap his first gray hair in the span of 30 minutes of being on base
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader Who was asked to come down and help with a bomb because they constantly work on creating new fireworks, bombs, explosive
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who is a pyromaniac that stares at every fire they see to the point Soap has a leash attached to their belt to drag them places
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who left Soap gagging, gasping, and crying for some peace and side-eyeing Soap to do anything
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who is definitely on the Autism ADHD spectrum
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who fell asleep actually saying mimimimi as a sore
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who makes all of 141 drink and cry after they left
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who is now band from all base activity unless it's world-ending events
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader whom Soap loves dearly but is too... chaotic for even him
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who is Soap's only family who is still around
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who sends Soap weird ass shit with no context
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who knows all the base drama and has weekly gossip Facetime as they cook and Soap has some off time
Soap's eccentric Cousin! reader who sends Soap actual homemade soap they found in food shape because one time Soap accidentally ate Soap when he was sleep deprived on leave
What if Tortured Serial Killer! reader gets caught by 141?
It’s chaotic.
Tortured Serial Killer! Reader Pure miracle, they literally stumble across them
Tortured Serial Killer! Reader took over seven shots and got knocked out by Ghost's punch
Tortured Serial Killer! Reader who woke up chain to a chair and patched up by a fried medic with no pain killer
Tortured Serial Killer! Reader who woke up screaming and cursing
Tortured Serial Killer! Reader who grew quiet before laughing once they saw them and scream at Ghost saying they murder him
Tortured Serial Killer! Reader who didn’t flinch at the prospect of torture or flinch at the idea, already derealizing and dissociating into lalaland
Tortured Serial Killer! Reader who was put into jail because everyone think their working for Makarov
Tortured Serial Killer! Reader who had their records uncover by Laswell for Price
Tortured Serial Killer! Reader who’s fate enrage Price and co. and at Ghost for standing by
In all Tortured Serial Killer! Reader is bloodthirsty for justice, revenge, and retribution. Ghost got a lot of explaining to do
Humanoid monster
Previous, Next
“What was that about?” Soap asks Gaz. The two of them backed down when the reporters got nosy, they followed her all night long hounding her for answers.
“Abraham believed In a theory, it's written in Latin so either she knows Latin or Abraham told her.” Gaz grumble digging through his notebook.
“What theory?”
“There was a time were humans and monsters got along, they worshiped this female deity. She was murdered, and war broke out, Abraham was born in the last few days of her reign.” Gaz explains finding his notes he had written about back when he was in school.
“So?”
“So Abraham no longer speaks about this time, and in one of his papers, he theorizes this deity is still alive.”
“Mate—”
“That woman is highly educated, she shouldn't be, she wasn't born here she *came* here. Teaching humans is banned in all states except for Switzerland, how does she know?” Gaz asks Soap shrug, it didn't sound important to him but from the look on Gaz’s face said it all.
“Mr. Garrick,” the two sergeants froze and turned to see Priscilla standing there peeping her head in head feather raising in slight embarrassment. “Do we need to cancel flight training?”
“No!” Gaz shouts and walks closer to her. “Your mother.”
“yes?”
“Did she go to school?” asked a question with a smile.
“No… Why?”
“Well your mother knows things she shoulders like a diety—“
“Oh you mean Abraham’s fairytales? he likes to tell fairytales when we were little, you know? of a better time where we’re all equal, it helped most of us sleep.” Priscilla says fondly with a sweet smile on her lips.
Gaz sighs and Soap pats him on the shoulder, with a small reassuring look and smile, “See mate, you overthinking it.”
“Your mother where did she come from?”
“She came from South America and found most of us traveling up to North America and sailing over to Asia, then traveling to Switzerland.” Gaz nods and the two walk to the field with the little Harpies.
The press saw them, and the monster swarmed them, “What’s your view of the orphanage director?” The first reporter asks.
“She’s my mother—"
“So she cut off your wings?”
“No! She found me like this—“
“If given the opportunity would you go home?”
“This is my home!” Priscilla shouts her frustration begins to teetering on tears. Gaz spread his wings out blocking her from the cameras.
“Don’t bother the kid—“
“As a soldier in the monster military aviator wing, what’s your view of this almost dystopian utopia?” One Gargon asks her snakes hissing with delight and anticipation.
“I am weary but everything here so far looks good, and the orphanage director didn’t know we were coming or how long we are staying,” Gaz said in the most PR statement possible. Switzerland has one of the biggest armies, and it is wise not to attack its citizens and their politics. The media followed them, Priscilla couldn't stop looking over her shoulder, they were making her uncomfortable.
“What's your relationship with each other?” a reporter asks.
“I'm helping the younger harpies fly.”
The reporters mostly watched, occasionally they would speak to their camera, and it was easy to hear them.
“Most of these harpies are missing wings or mutilated. We suspect that the orphanage—”
“Shut up, pendejo!” One of the kids shouts at the reporters. “We all had these injuries before the orphanage.”
“It’s done by you monsters,” another girl snaps.
“Why do you defend this place?”
“It’s our home,” nearly everyone replies.
—-
The air of attrition on cordiality was fading, for every child was a surveillance camera all going back to Mother Maia. This was not lost on anyone, not the soldiers or the reporters.
The children slowly became guarded. Weary and secretive. It wasn’t lost on the task force that they were no longer welcomed there. The gargoyle creatures that usually only watch began to show themselves more often, the dragons were more active, and they were expanding their territory.
Both sides of the war were left with little progress made, and far more interest in the orphanages. The human side is more than the monster’s.
“Maia,” Abraham walks into the dimly lit office. She looks up, and the veil hangs up on her hat hook. Abraham nodded and sat down. “My old contacts have warned me that the monsters have decided to hack—”
“I understand” Mother Maia responded in a calm tone, “I’ll change a few things. The only thing they will get is the spending log, it’s best.” She smiles and begins to type away.
“There have been talk about monsters adopting—”
“I will not allow it,” Mother Maia looks up, “we both know the children who will be adopted will be sent into the military or worse eaten, I am no fool and neither than you.” Abraham smiles and nods before standing up, his wings doing a small stretch.
“I am glad we are on the same page,” Abraham said with a smile, Mother Maia only nodded and continued to work.
Abraham always knew humans were not equal to monsters in strength, but their intelligence is quite admirable. It’s been centuries since Abraham found a human he could view as equal, but another Maia was that human.
She was articulate and wise for someone who never had a true education. And yet with his simple guidance, she was able to keep her children.
“What about the new disease?” Abraham froze and sighed. Everyone knew at this point, even the humans.
“The Monster scientists have named it Cerebrum deterioration, or as the soldiers call it brain rot.” Abraham studied Mother Maia’s face, most humans couldn't hide their glee when disguising this topic, all except for Mother Maia.
“How pitiful, has it linked to the human resistance?” she sighs the scars across her face rippling with the slight movement of her face.
“No, the scientists said it was discovered rather than made.” Mother Maia nods and continues to write.
“Let's keep informed if a war breaks out this could affect this free state.” Mother Maia said sternly. Abraham agreed. “And when the vaccine is made, be sure to be one of the first to get it, you are a model.” Abraham laughs but nods.
“You are a strange one—”
“I am only being realistic Abraham, even though you've been a pacifist for a few hundred years, you still hold power.”
“Of course.”