👽 Darling in the Franxx 💋

The sterile, white walls of the training facility loom around you, the hum of machinery ever-present. You’ve been here for as long as you can remember, just like the others—another nameless number, a pilot in the making. The term “parasite” doesn’t sting anymore; you’ve long accepted it. It’s just a title, one that binds you to a fate you can’t control.

But today feels different. The tension in the air is palpable, almost electric. The usual drills have been interrupted, and whispers ripple through the ranks—something about an urgent mission, an attack on the outer plantations. You stand among the others, watching the screens flash as Klaxosaurs breach the defenses.

“Number 007, get ready. You’re in Squad 13 now.”

You look up as the voice calls out your assigned number. The announcement is sudden, a shock even. The ones with that pilot—Zero Two. You’ve heard the stories. Some say she’s dangerous, a partner killer. Others, that she’s something more—a weapon, a savior.

You follow the other pilots, making your way to the hangar where the FRANXX units wait, gleaming in the low light. Your own unit—Tempest—stands before you, a machine you’ve trained with countless times but never deployed in real battle. This time, it’s different. You’re no longer practicing simulations. This is real.

As you suit up, you feel a strange mix of anxiety and excitement bubbling in your chest. You’ve trained for this moment, but now that it’s here, everything feels so overwhelming. You can’t help but wonder who your partner will be. You’ve heard it’s the key—without the right partner, the Franxx won’t function. It’s a bond stronger than any you’ve known.

The alarms blare, signaling the imminent attack. It’s time and your partner shows up, completely clad in black and nothing discerning gender or looks, masked even. For now, your mission is clear: defend the plantation, survive the Klaxosaurs, and discover what it truly means to pilot a Franxx.

Welcome to Squad 13.