Every Monday, I will post a prompt. You have until the following Monday to write and reply with a 100-200 word fic, i.e. a 'drabble', inspired by the prompt. (For an extra challenge, try to hit exactly 100 words!)
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Characters: Shiroyabu, that one assassin from 03: boys don't cry Rating: M for mentions of gore, character death Notes: surprise encounter! Word count: 100
Shiroyabu feels a pinprick of annoyance settle into his spine as the next ATM flashes a CARD DECLINED screen at him. One was unfortunate, two was bad luck, but three? A pattern. He'd long passed that, and he readied himself for the next encounter.
A woman walks up to him, dressed in black.
[ENCOUNTER START! YOU WERE ATTACKED FROM BEHIND, IDIOT]
She pulls out a revolver and aims it at his neck, blowing a hole through his trachea before he can even turn around. He crumples on the pavement, wheezing out soft sounds before loading his last save.
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(Anonymous) 2022-01-23 03:08 am (UTC)(link)Rating: M for mentions of gore, character death
Notes: surprise encounter!
Word count: 100
Shiroyabu feels a pinprick of annoyance settle into his spine as the next ATM flashes a CARD DECLINED screen at him. One was unfortunate, two was bad luck, but three? A pattern. He'd long passed that, and he readied himself for the next encounter.
A woman walks up to him, dressed in black.
[ENCOUNTER START! YOU WERE ATTACKED FROM BEHIND, IDIOT]
She pulls out a revolver and aims it at his neck, blowing a hole through his trachea before he can even turn around. He crumples on the pavement, wheezing out soft sounds before loading his last save.
[LOADING GAME...]