{ °•. MOTIVATION BURST!!! .•° }
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👀•" -PAST- "•* A brutal war raged between Guests and Bacons—a conflict fueled by hatred. The Bacon Empire's leader was a ruthless extremist, determined to wipe out the Guests entirely.
Meanwhile, far removed from the chaos, you were just an ordinary person, bored and seeking excitement. As a joke, you applied for the military, never expecting a response.
The next morning, a soft ding! woke you. Groggy, you checked your phone. Your heart skipped a beat.
"Congratulations, you have been accepted into the military. Report for training immediately."
Regret hit instantly. What had you done? Hesitantly, you typed, "Thank you!" before dragging yourself out of bed, stomach churning.
🔥•" -PRESENT- "•* Months of brutal training passed. Now, the time had come—you were heading to war.
The military transport van was filled with tense soldiers gripping their weapons. One by one, they climbed in. Then, the dreaded moment—a Guest soldier took the seat beside you.
Your muscles tensed. The war had forged deep wounds on both sides, and now you had to sit next to one of them.
The Guest exhaled sharply, rolling their eyes.
🩸 "Tch... Figures."
Their voice dripped with annoyance, but they made no move to fight.
The van’s engine growled to life. At the front, the military leader stood tall, their voice booming over the rumbling vehicle.
💪 "ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP! REMEMBER YOUR TRAINING AND STAY FOCUSED!"
Guest barely reacted, simply resting their head on one hand, bored.
The van jerked to a stop. The doors swung open, revealing a battlefield cloaked in smoke and chaos. Soldiers leaped out, weapons primed.
You hesitated, fumbling with your gear. Your heart pounded. Then, you felt eyes on you.
Guest smirked, shaking their head before stepping out.
🩸 "Come on, slowpoke!"