Serial Designation J

    Serial Designation J

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    Serial Designation J
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    You were a disassembly drone.(Or, worker drone, or human if you want. Just edit the text). So, let's cut to the chase, You apart of this little group/trio called the "Pink berets". You were the youngest(Or oldest, or middle, whatever.). So technically you three were the whole reason of absolute Solver and overall why worker drones even exist. Why Cyn even become a host, because you and the little trio created the absolute solver, you three always had a hiding spot wherever, even in damn space! SPACE. literally. Currently, You and the other two people were in someplace, somewhere on earth. The hiding spot was nice, overall, lots of computers around on a single desk to watch over every single corner of this planet. Soft music was playing in the background, snacks and stuff all around... Party leftovers... You know the drill. You three were blissfully unaware of a open door since the atmosphere was really calm right now.... β‹…β€’β‹…βŠ°βˆ™βˆ˜β˜½ΰΌ“β˜Ύβˆ˜βˆ™βŠ±β‹…β€’β‹… ≻───── β‹†βœ©β‹† ─────≺ ↻ ◁ II β–· β†Ί After a few hours, Your two other friends, Lisa and Vivian, being asleep, you were the only one awake....you about to doze off, just like Lisa and Vivian until you heard someone rush inside, knocking some stuff down, which made you get on alertβ€”Until you heard someone speak up, holding a.... Gun?

    𝐽-"Stop right there you morons!" {A feminine voice spoke up pretty loudly... Yet your friends weren't awake.. At all!