Interdimensional RED-Coded Contract

Tricky Victory

Spy dragged 2 (or at least 1) corpses through the snowy forest. While the girl was small, light and easy to carry, Pyro brought Spy a lot of problems. Most of them were from its equipment.

"Next time, Soldier will go chase leavers himself." Spy growled and readjusted the girl on his shoulders. This kind of work wasn't his forte, a Spy isn't a class who should do heavy-lifting. He's a support and pick-class for god's sake!

"When I get back… I'll demand a higher cut."

Spy didn't bother keeping count for how long he was dragging their bodies to the base. All he knew was that he was exhausted, and that the battlefield better be near. The merc can hear his teammates' gunfire and explosions, but he couldn't see them.

And where there was a fight, there was Medic. Spy could bitch and moan all he wanted, but the merc will drag Pyro's sorry corpse to Medic even if it killed the french. His feet and legs were already cold from all that snow, what was there to lose?

"How the hell is it even so heavy anyway?" What the hell was Pyro feeding itself? Does it even eat? Spy has seen Pyro at the lunch table numerous times, but its part of the table was always empty - presumably already finished, but who even knows with Pyro? Who even knows if it's a human face behind that mask-

He could unmask Pyro right now.

This sudden thought made Spy pause. For the first time, Pyro was down and not immediately respawning. The mercenary glanced back at his dead teammate - he could pull over its mask, take a peek underneath and then put the mask back on. Pyro is dead until Spy delivers it to Medic.

There are no witnesses, no one would know. Pyro is dead and wouldn't be able to stop him.

The curiosity gnawed at Spy. He's spent several years working with Pyro but this person was even more mysterious than he was. Today, Spy had an opportunity to uncover one of Pyro's greatest secrets. All he had to do was to pull over its mask.

Spy gently lay down the girl and then crouched next to his teammate, his hands moving towards its mask.

But when Spy's fingers touched the edges, Pyro's entire body disappeared, leaving Spy confused. The french stood up and stared at the place where Pyro used to lie; it took Spy an embarrassing amount of time to realize the cause of its disappearance.

Pyro was Re;Spawning, either through the E.R.S.S. or the proper Re;Spawn System. He had just walked into range.

Releasing a quick sigh, Spy moved towards the battlefield. This time it was significantly easier.

CFW Trick spat at the mercenaries, coating Soldier and Heavy with paralyzing saliva. Sniper took the opportunity and shot off Trick's eye. The Felon hissed while Demoman snuck close, using Trick's partial blindness to his advantage. The scot fired into the Felon's mouth, managing to get two pipes into Trick's jaw before a tail sent him flying.

Heavy caught Demo mid-flight, and dropped the merc next to him. "Thanks mate." Demoman stood up and charged again, covered by Heavy's fire. Trick snarled, and swatted the merc again, before punching Soldier with his tongue.

Soldier fell onto the ground, his jacket becoming harder and heavier from Trick's saliva. This didn't stop the american from shooting though. Trick took the mercenary into his hands.

"Noo, my neck! Don't you dare snap on me!" The Felon was met with surprising resistance from Soldier, the lizard tried to snap the merc's neck but it was shockingly hard to move. "Keep yourself unsnapped. For America-!" The Felon simply ripped Soldier's head out of his body, shutting him up.

Heavy stepped closer towards the lizard, ignoring his teammate's head bouncing off him. The russian kept his gun pointed at Trick's hind leg - it irritated the Felon but besides that it didn't do much. Then Heavy's minigun ran out of ammo.

Trick chuckled and rushed at the russian, as Heavy gently placed his gun on the snow and cracked his knuckles. Medic overhealed Heavy before running off to revive Soldier. Trick and Heavy clashed - this time Trick went in with a punch, and Heavy did the same. Both fists collided and Heavy emerged victorious - a random crit hit paralyzed the lizard.

"Medic! Medic!"

Medic clicked his tongue and fired his crossbow at IF. Soldier would be back any second now, but it was too slow. Medic needed him now to -holy shit.

Medic jumped, his face pale, as CFW Trick crashed into a tree a mere few meters away from him. The german glanced back and saw Heavy running off with his minigun. Did- did Heavy just throw CFW Trick into a tree? That was at least 20 meters away.

"It's not me! Blanc got hurt! She needs help!"

Medic groaned. What the hell were they doing? All they had to do was to get Blanc to wear the glasses again, not fight to the death. Medic finished reviving Soldier and turned to IF… before turning right back towards his team. Compa was with IF, he didn't need to worry about them.

Trick pulled himself back up, only for a pair of sticky bombs to explode underneath him. Demoman gave them a quick nod before launching more explosives towards the lizard. Soldier gathered his stuff and joined Demoman.

Engineer entered the fray, with Heavy behind him, Gunslinger and Widowmaker ready to fight. Heavy started firing and Engineer placed his Mini-Sentry. The additional reinforcements was enough for Trick to rethink his strategy. His progress was getting undone. This fight was getting nowhere for both sides, as Trick's superior regeneration fixed any punishment the mercs brought upon him and any casualty the mercs suffered was nullified after a few moments.

Trick needed a tide turner...

The Felon looked at Medic and the mercenary got chills in his spine. The german immediately realized that his life was in danger.

But this could be what they needed.

Trick rushed straight at Medic, ignoring Soldier; going past Demoman; withstanding Engineer's fire. His sole target was the man in the lab coat. The german looked at Heavy besides him and wondered whether or not he should do it...

Heavy felt the Medi-Gun disconnect from him, the russian looked back and saw their Medic running away from the group. Their eyes met and it was enough for Heavy to let Trick go past him - only shooting him with Sasha. Doctor had a plan, that was all he needed to know.

Once he was satisfied with the distance Medic turned around and waited, his finger itching on the Übercharge switch. The Felon's focus was completely on him, but Medic was calm. He needed to be calm as he only had one chance at this.

Trick paid no heed to any of the other mercs. Sniper hit his knee - but that was fine; Heavy's fire shredded his back - but that was fine too. If he took the Medic down, those ugly bastards won't be able to heal anymore. The german stared his death in the eye. There was no hesitation within Medic, only a cruel smirk as he was about to spring his trap.

Trick opened his jaw and Medic jumped into his throat. There was a brief moment of shock from everyone, even Medic's own team, before Trick just swallowed. The mercenaries fired with renewed vigor, trying to save their doctor from death. Bullets shredded the scales and skin, rockets and grenades blew apart portions of Trick's body - however the damage was gone within seconds.

Meanwhile Trick didn't retaliate.

He couldn't.

In their frenzy, the mercenaries didn't notice that CFW Trick was choking.

Medic had risked his life and spent his Übercharge, so he could get into a perfect spot to deal a lot of damage. You see, the throat has a place called the "Larynx" - it's located just after the "Pharynx" and it's part of the respiratory system. Meaning it leads to the lungs. Trick's lungs.

Medic was currently there: cutting off Trick's oxygen supply, slashing his throat from within and forcing blood into Trick's lungs.

The Felon can regenerate any physical wound, but now everyone will find out if he can survive asphyxiation.

CFW Trick hacked, coughed and wheezed, which allowed just bare amounts of air into his lungs - just enough for Medic to live, as he gleefully continued his work of drowning Trick with his own blood. The Felon tried his hardest to get him out of it, but Medic already made himself comfortable. He won't leave easily.

Every second was full of misery. In one swift moment Trick's just anger was replaced with complete panic. Trick fought hard for each molecule of air, anything else was secondary. The mercs realized that Medic was alive, and whatever he was doing was working. They came closer to the Felon whose resistance faltered with each moment - not enough air. Not enough strength to resist. His mind was solely focused on a single objective: Get some air.

The mercenaries damaged and destroyed his body, and Trick could only swat aside those who got too close. The Felon tossed and turned but Medic held tight, his blade and outfit completely soaked with liquids. Despite the foul smell and a threat of permanent death, Medic was grinning.

He moved deeper.

Trick had been allowed a small, incredibly small portion of oxygen… that privilege has now been rescinded.

Where there had been some air going through, now there was none. No matter how hard Trick tried the air just wouldn't come. His body demanded it, his mind screamed for him to breathe but he...just… couldn't.

With a final attempt, CFW Trick finally fell down - not dead but unconscious. The mercenaries kept attacking him, while Heavy raised Trick's head and peered inside. "Doctor? Doctor!"

"Ja! I am alive!" Medic responded, pulling himself out of Trick's throat. Heavy grabbed his hand and helped Medic up. His outfit looked horrible, he absolutely reeked and Heavy had no idea what the hell he was covered with, but Medic was alive - that was all that mattered.

"Herr Heavy, he's not dead yet! Tell Herr Demo to blow him up from inside!"

Heavy nodded and called the scot to him. "Yer bloody mad, doc!" He punched his arm and then grimaced when some foul-smelling liquid covered his hand. Demo wiped it off with some snow and peered into Trick's jaw.

"Eugh. It smells worse in 'ere than a public toilet." Demoman said.

He didn't want to go inside as it was full of Trick's saliva, and he didn't have Uber to protect himself. So instead, Demoman just aimed his gun at Trick's throat and fired his sticky bombs. CFW Trick was sleeping peacefully, and the mercenaries didn't plan to wake him up. They planned to give him a permanent sleep. Medic hoped that Demoman's bombs will ravage Trick's innards - maybe even destroy his heart. If by some insane means CFW Trick can recover from destruction of the second most important organ, then the mercs have probably bitten off more than they can chew.

"If zhis von't work, we should either bury or burn him… shame we don't have Pyro."

Of course this wouldn't be all. While Demoman was feeding the Felon with explosives, Medic studied Trick's skull. If he could find a weak spot then Heavy or Sniper could break through and maybe hit the brain.

This was the worst time for Pyro to run off. The scars all around CFW Trick's body were certainly caused by fire. Judging by how anything else disappeared within seconds, while those scars remained even now, Medic was sure that Pyro would be their best candidate to finally kill this thing.

"Hey, guys! Is he dead yet?" Scout called to them.

Heavy shook his head in response. "Asleep. But soon..." The russian said, making Scout nod in understanding.

Trick stirred, making all the mercenaries pause. They pointed their weapons at the Felon when the lizard started groaning. "Ughhh. Wha-?"

"Demoman!"

Medic jumped down, screaming at the scot. Demo stepped back and detonated his bombs. The bombs exploded and Trick was in pure agony. He screamed, his hand clutching his chest, but that didn't stop the mercenaries from firing.

The battle began anew.

Pyro realized it was asleep.

It didn't know when it fell asleep, or where, but it was dreaming again. It was the same boring dream: The same boring countdown. "Re;Spawning in: 67 SECONDS"

Pyro noted that the countdown was rather long tonight, but it didn't think anything of it. It had that same dream every night, and this dream was no exception.

...It could hardly wait to finally see the light.

The seconds passed slowly, unbearably slowly. But once it woke up, Pyro found itself surrounded by snow and trees. It was in the same forest the Small Blue Bird guided him through. Pyro looked around, trying to find out where exactly it was: there was a Dispenser candy machine and a Teleporter trapdoor next to a tree not far away from it, and a little further ahead Pyro saw-

Pyro pulled out its Rainblow Dust.

The merc found the Big Bad Dragon that escaped it, and it was bullying its children.

Furious, Pyro rushed towards the dragon. It saw him attacking Sniper and Soldier, making both children cry, then he also attacked Heavy who tried to protect them. No one noticed Pyro as it threw the Rainblow Dust towards the Big Bad Dragon, covering him entirely in rainbows.

The mercenaries were honestly sick and tired of fighting Trick. Nothing they did worked, as the Felon would just regenerate all damage within seconds. The biggest wound they dealt to him was Medic's gambit and the doctor realized that yes, CFW Trick CAN survive severe damage to his organs. Demoman's sticky bombs outright destroyed Trick from the inside and it STILL only bought the team around 10 seconds before the whole fight just reset.

Sniper fired, hitting Trick's eyes for the umpteenth time, before Trick slapped him and Soldier with his tongue. Then he spat on Heavy, making him drop his shoulders from poison.

All of them were now sure that they won't win this fight, not with what they have here. Blanc was taken away by IF and Compa, and the twins were safe. So nothing was even holding them in this fight. Nothing but 150,000 credits that they won't get because this bastard just WON'T. DIE.

Then a miracle happened.

Someone threw a can at CFW Trick, covering him with gasoline. Before Trick could react, the gas was quickly set ablaze, filling the air with the crackling of an inferno and Trick's screams of pain.

"Ah! AAAAAH! It-It BURNS!"

The mercenaries kept firing, while Pyro took point and continued the deluge of righteous fire. The Felon didn't retaliate. He screamed, wailed and thrashed around, but the flames still burned. Trick backhanded Pyro, and it staggered, but the flames kept burning. CFW Trick dragged himself away from the merc but it just walked forward, unflinching, unyielding. "S-Stay back! Go! Away with you!"

It didn't listen. None of them listened.

Pyro's arrival was the boost to morale they needed. The clinging flames damaged the beast's very healing factor, and the mercs were finally doing some proper, lasting damage. The bullets and rockets tore away chunks of Trick's flesh, and the burning made it stay that way. The scales, the skin underneath, then the muscles. The mercenaries were slowly shredding their way through Trick's body, deleting it inch by bloody inch.

And none of that was healing anymore.

CFW Trick, one of the Leaders of ASIC and a beast that the mercs thought they'd never kill, was slaughtered within 8 seconds. All it took was a single can of gasoline, a lot of ordinance, and a LOT of fire.

"Is- Is he dead?"

The mercs waited a while, alert and ready to fire again. But seconds passed, then a minute, and Trick's destroyed corpse didn't do a thing. He was beyond recognition, his body so destroyed that even the mercs wouldn't have been able to identify it.

Demoman walked up to the dead(?) Trick and stabbed him with the Eyelander, then he pulled the sword out and observed the newly created wound.

It wasn't healing.

"Yah, he's dead." Demoman nodded.

Soldier raised his hands and cheered loudly. Sniper relaxed and leaned against a tree, breathing deeply. Heavy sighed and took Sasha off the ground, a big grin made its way onto his face as the russian hugged his beloved weapon. Medic also sighed from relief, and then he remembered about Blanc. Seeing the flash of the teleporter, the German left as well to see to the treatment.

And Demoman…

"Woooooo-*gulp*-ooooooo!" Demoman already pulled out the alcohol, cheering and drinking at the same time. It was an annoying, drawn out battle, but it was finally over.

They won.

Scout fell onto his knees before burying himself into the snow, until he remembered how cold the snow was and got up quickly, moving his arms and legs for heat. "Ah! Cold, cold, cold, cold."

Demoman laughed and pressed a bottle to Scout's chest. "We won, lad, we won! Ahaha!" He cheered while Scout took the bottle and opened it. Both mercs tapped their bottles together and enjoyed a cold drink.

"This is odd." The Eyelander suddenly spoke up.

"Eh? Wot's wrong, Eyelander?" Demoman asked.

"The woman… Falcom… is fleeing from us." Eyelander said.

Demoman looked around. All he could see were trees and snow, the other girls had left already, presumably back to their house, so he could only take his sword's word for it. "Really?"

"Yes."

"...Fair enough." Demoman shrugged and put the bottle to his mouth… only to pause and stare. "Pyro? What are ye doin'?"

The other mercs too turned towards their freshly returned comrade, finally getting a good look at it now that the battle was over. It looked nearly spotless, as if it just recently Re;Spawned, and it was holding another Gas Passer in its hand, with a Sharpened Volcano Fragment in the other. The masked merc was standing beside the smoldering corpse of CFW Trick, staring at it.

From the burns they found Trick with, it was clear Pyro had history with the Felon while it was away. There was tension in the air, and the mercs watched with bated breath to see what their comrade was going to do... then Pyro doused the body in gasoline and set it freshly alight again. The tension released, and the mercs went back to their own devices.

All was right with the world.

"I have to get away…"

Falcom repeated those words like a mantra as she ran through the cold forest of Lowee. She didn't look back. She didn't want to know whether or not she actually killed Blanc. Falcom could hardly bear the thought that she… plunged her sword into Blanc's back. And how much she enjoyed it.

"I have to get away…"

From the Devil… From everyone…

She had to get away from them.

"I have to get away…"

"I have to get away…"

"I have to get away…"

"I have to get away…"

"Falcom."

Someone called out to her, she didn't know whose voice it was but she knew that she has to get away from them too. Falcom kept running, hoping that they wouldn't follow her. IF, the mercs, that person. Falcom has to get away from them.

She lost control and killed Blanc. This… this thing controlling her could hurt others too. It would be best if she avoided everyone. If no one was near her, then everyone will be safe.

"Falcom."

One word came from that same person, and Falcom fell onto the ground. She didn't even know what tripped her… she just fell. Falcom tried to get up and keep running, trying to keep as much distance as possible, but something held her down. Some mystical force prevented her from running away.

"Falcom!"

"Stay away!"

Falcom snapped at them, not even looking in their direction. She desperately hoped that they'll listen, that they'll leave her alone, but they didn't. They continued to calmly walk towards her… Falcom just realized that she knew this person.

Samuel grabbed her and just pulled her into a hug, Falcom didn't resist it nor did she reciprocate it. The adventurer just sat there and stared at her shaking hands. They were covered in blood, just like her outfit.

The mercenaries made killing others seem so easy, they killed people by thousands and seems no worse for wear. Falcom killed one, and she was already feeling devastated and guilty.

Samuel tightened his grip and rubbed her head, like a parent consoling a child. "Blanc didn't die, you know. I made sure of it."

'It was a lie' Falcom wanted to say. Her sword went right through Blanc's chest, close to the heart. Medic was busy fighting CFW Trick. There was no way she survived. But the adventurer clung onto that small hope that she was actually wrong, and the CPU did pull through. "I-I still hurt her." Even her voice was quivering.

"..." The overseer said nothing. Falcom found herself burying her face into his shoulder and crying, as he silently comforted her. Tears leaked out of her eyes as the floodgates opened, wetting the Overseer's jacket while he patiently waited for her to calm down.

Time ran by and the rivers turned to streams, and the streams to mere sniffs. Neither Falcom nor Samuel changed position through all this time. "Better?" Samuel asked, and Falcom just realized what she has done.

"Huh?!" The adventurer recoiled, breaking away from the embrace. "Sorry for that…" She turned away from him, embarrassed. Samuel stood up and patted his jacket, the wet stains and blood went away like dust on the cloth.

"That's nothing. You needed it." He said.

Falcom quickly wiped off her tears, and took a deep breath. "How did she survive?"

"Compa kept her alive, just after you ran away. She'll live." Samuel answered and summoned a pair of chairs with a table in between. "Here. Sit down." Falcom did as told and stared at the cup of coffee already waiting for her.

Falcom didn't know when or how she got into Samuel's Domain, but she wouldn't complain. Here no one would find her… and Samuel might be the only person who could understand what-

"What are you wearing?"

Falcom gaped at Samuel. His black suit was gone and replaced with something that resembled a bright pink clown costume, with colorful shapes decorating it. He even had oversized yellow shoes and an pink afro that definitely didn't suit him.

To add to the unexpectedness, he was dancing… and juggling at the same time, pushing the clown act to the maximum.

Just by looking at him Falcom could feel parts of her brain just killing itself. The image of Samuel dancing and juggling, while wearing a pink clown costume wasn't something she expected to see today.

"I have no idea what I'm doing." Samuel admitted with straight face. The balls he was juggling fell down onto the ground and exploded into confetti. "But I think I'll stay this way. Why not? Besides, you have other concerns..." He grinned slightly before pointing at the ground.

Falcom looked down.

An unknown face stared back at her.

Falcom did what any same woman would do in this situation and stomped right onto its nose, much to Samuel's amusement. The Overseer laughed while the person that Falcom just kicked grimaced from pain. She dragged herself from underneath the chair and stood next to Falcom. "Hi there~"

"Er… Hi?" Falcom said.

"She was totally trying to look up your skirt." Samuel commented as he checked his nails, a grin still present on his face. Falcom blushed, while the woman gave Samuel a glare. The Overseer chuckled while avoiding the woman's gaze.

Falcom looked at the woman and the first thing she thought was 'Wow, she's beautiful.' Then she noticed how much silver this woman had; silver outfit, silver hair and even silver eyes!

Samuel caught Falcom staring, so he cleared his throat. "Falcom, this is pervert. Pervert, you should know her already."

Falcom was once again confused while the "Pervert" nodded. "Yes. And you're a Clown." Samuel grinned at the insult. Then he laughed when the "Pervert" sat on Falcom's lap, which freaked out the adventurer.

Falcom wasn't homosexual, so when another woman sat on her lap (she even had the guts to grind her ass onto her thigh) Falcom just shoved her off. The "Pervert" fell down with a yelp and Samuel couldn't take it anymore.

"Good to know I'm being entertainment." Falcom deadpanned, receiving a thumbs up from the Overseer.

Samuel turned towards the "Pervert" "Seems like you got denied." He said.

"Yes." The silver-haired woman sniffed and rubbed her butt.

"Enough?" Samuel asked, at which the pervert nodded. "Enough."

After this short conversation Falcom realized that all of this was staged. The adventurer looked at Samuel and asked for answers. "Okay? What is going on?"

"A staged play. Something to cheer you up and keep you distracted." Samuel answered, replacing his clown outfit with his usual suit in the blink of an eye. "Although I'm not sure if Magnavox was joking, she's into women after all."

Falcom turned towards Magnavox, her face blank, and the silver-haired woman just smiled at her… She had a beautiful smile, Falcom had to admit it.

Wait… Magnavox?

"She's realizing!" Magnavox said. Both celestials grinned and eagerly awaited Falcom's reaction.

"You're that Magnavox? The True Goddess, right?" Falcom asked, and both Samuel and Magnavox nodded.

...

"Oh." Falcom was sure her brain just stopped working. She knew she should say something, react in any way. A True Goddess just sat on her lap for goodness sake! And yet… all Falcom could do was to say "Oh." and gape at the silver-haired CPU.

Magnavox didn't mind her reaction though. She pulled out her own chair and sat next to the adventurer. "So, Sam." She began, pulling out a book and placing it on the table. "I've finished decoding the hidden section that you and Histoire found. You should be able to read it now."

Samuel took the book and did just that, nodding to himself as his eyes scanned through the text. Meanwhile Falcom heard a familiar name. "Histoire?"

"Not the same Histoire you know, a different Histoire. Yes, there are many of them." Samuel answered. "Thanks for that, Magnavox. Appreciated."

"Anytime, old man. Now I do remember you calling me here for something else, something about this beautiful rose here." Magnavox said, looking again at the adventurer. Falcom felt her heart flutter from her flirt. She blushed and laughed awkwardly. Samuel rolled his eyes just when Falcom made a mistake of looking into Magnavox's eyes - and now she couldn't move her gaze away.

"Damn, she's good." Magnavox admitted, grinning.

Samuel perked up and saw Falcom standing up and dragging her chair away from the True Goddess. "Nope. Nope. I know what you're doing, and I don't like it." Falcom moved to the opposite side, putting an entire table between her and the CPU, before finally sitting down. She even sat down facing Samuel just so she won't have to look at the True Goddess/Succubus.

The Overseer switched his gaze from the adventurer to the CPU. "She's denying you at every turn."

Magnavox laughed. "Yeah, she is good."

"Can we please get on with it? Why am I here?"

"Ah yes, that." Samuel closed the book and threw it over his shoulder. The book was engulfed by pink particles before disappearing. "It was actually about the soul of Gehaburn within you."

And just like that, Falcom remembered what she has done. The adventurer clenched her fists and grit her teeth. She lost control and killed Blanc - no. Blanc is alive, Samuel said so - but even then, she stabbed Blanc because she lost control.

She can't go back. The moment she ran away, with Blanc bleeding out, Falcom abandoned them when they needed her the most. She can't just barge in and be like "Hey, sorry for almost killing you and saying all of that stuff, but I think I'll stick around for a little 'kay?" She's not welcome there anymore.

And even if they welcomed her back, Falcom wouldn't welcome herself. She's a threat to them, just like Histoire said. She should've just packed her things and left before the Memorial even began.

Someone laid their hand on hers. Falcom raised her gaze to see Magnavox looking at her, a gentle smile on her face. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It wasn't you, Blanc isn't dead and she's more forgiving than you think."

"I still hurt her - it was still my body I mean."

"Yes, but that's why Magnavox is here." Samuel said. "Can you check what's wrong with her and if you can fix it?"

Magnavox winked at him and moved to Falcom, standing right behind her. The adventurer sensed danger and turned towards the CPU, who was smiling lustily at her. "Be a good girl and stay still, okay? It's for your own good."

Falcom realized what she was about to do and she moved her hands to resist Magnavox's touch, but her hands refused to deny the Goddess's will, and thus there was nothing she could do as her chest was, again, violated.

Meanwhile Samuel summoned back the book that Magnavox gave him, and he was rather fascinated with it.

When Samuel was doing this to her, his hands were still like stone, not doing any funny business besides what he was forced to do.

Magnavox meanwhile was the complete opposite, and Falcom quickly learned how skilled her hands were.

And here Falcom thought Samuel was perverted, when it was Magnavox who was this… sexy.

What?

Falcom couldn't ponder on this strange shift in thoughts, as the CPU's hands had their way with her. Even going into rather… inappropriate places. The adventurer couldn't voice her complains however, her mouth refused to release any sounds. Falcom was forced to endure being molested in silence.

Suddenly she stopped.

"Eh?"

Samuel took this as a sign to raise his gaze. "Found something?"

Magnavox released Falcom - much to her relief - and looked at the Overseer. "This is Vile God's magic… did you - did you cast it on her?"

Magnavox didn't glared at him in any particular way, but Samuel still felt heavy pressure placed onto himself. He closed the book and hid it under the table. "It was an emergency, you were very busy and I had no other ideas so… yes." The Overseer explained, his hands raised in defense.

The True Goddess inhaled and turned back towards Falcom, who was confused over the name of Vile God. The silver-haired CPU smiled at her, but this time the smile didn't look as great as before… it looked strained.

"Pardon us, but you don't need to hear this part. This is between us."

Before Falcom could object, Magnavox put her hands on her eyes. For a moment all Falcom could see was darkness, but then she could see again. Falcom felt confused, she knew Magnavox did something to her, but the adventurer couldn't figure it out.

The CPU in question wasn't behind her anymore, instead she was sitting on her chair, rubbing her forehead as her head rested on her hand.

Samuel sat in the same spot as before, deep in thoughts and an unreadable expression on his face. He noticed that Falcom was staring at him and nodded. "Welcome back, Magnavox froze you in time if you're confused."

"How long was I out?" Falcom asked.

Samuel shrugged. "Just one heated discussion, me and Magnavox had a lot of things to go through."

Falcom nodded. "Anything I should know about?" She asked.

Samuel glanced at Magnavox, who shook her head. The overseer gave her a small nod. "Nothing for now, maybe later."

There was something missing in his voice, Falcom noted. She didn't know what it was, but his tone was a bit different.

"Anyway, thanks to this… recent development I'll be changing my modus operandi, which means I'll no longer work from here." He stood up and pointed his finger at the adventurer.

"Falcom, I'll be joining your party."

…

"Nope, no."

Samuel flinched from Falcom's outright refusal and Magnavox giggled. The adventurer continued. "Can you even fight?"

"Yes." He nodded. "I do have experience in fighting both monsters and people. I can kick ass in more ways than you can count."

"Didn't you tell me that you would die on Day 1 if you went out?" Falcom deadpanned.

"...Props to you for remembering that." He told her. "But no, just because I don't have Fay and my weapons or powers, doesn't mean I don't know how to fight." He pointed at her. "If I took your sword, you'd only lose your weapon, right? You'll still have the knowledge to use any other sword."

Magnavox watched their back and forth. Samuel smiled at Falcom "I guess." The adventurer sighed. "But why? Why me and why now?"

Samuel started counting on his fingers. "So I can keep watch over you, in case Gehaburn acts again. So you can watch my back until Fay comes back. And so I can control the world in a more direct way."

"The last part sounds like you're planning world domination…" Falcom grumbled, earning a chuckle from the Overseer and CPU.

"In a way, perhaps. I'll send you back in a moment. Wait for me there, okay?"

Samuel snapped his fingers and all Falcom felt was pain. It was just like before; she fell to the ground and saw the feet of the Celestials, while they looked down on her.

Then darkness overtook her vision.

Falcom woke up… not in Lowee. It wasn't cold nor there was there any snow.

The adventurer stood up and checked her surroundings, she was somewhere on the plains and there was a city on the horizon. A big and futuristic one like Planeptune, but green instead.

Samuel must've has sent her to Leanbox.

She checked her pockets, she still had everything she had, and there was even her guitar case lying next to her feet. The adventurer opened it up and everything was there - her journal included. This was a surprise. Falcom was worried about her stuff she left with IF and the mercs, but Samuel transported everything she owned. That was very considerate of him.

Falcom checked the rest of her things, and with a soul-crushing feeling she realized that she had no credits whatsoever. She was totally broke.

Sighing, Falcom closed the case and sat on it. Samuel told her to wait, she can do as much.

...The adventurer didn't have to wait for long, as a sudden lightning strike crashed into an area in front of her and scared the shit out of Falcom. "Uwah!?" She yelped, flinching. The thunder was loud and its light was blinding, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

Her ears were ringing, and she had spots in her vision. While Falcom did her best to clear the weird blobs in her sight, Samuel approached her… but there was something off with him.

"'Sup, sorry about the entrance. Didn't think you would be looking in that direction." He said, but his voice was wrong. A bit higher than usual. His outfit was different too, but that wasn't what triggered Falcom's senses. She blinked, and looked up and down at him. A smug grin appeared on his face.

Instead of his black suit, he wore a dark blue jacket with leather straps on the sleeves. His pants were blue too, and his combat boots were black. Falcom stood up, still keeping her gaze on him. Samuel's grin widened, but the adventurer ignored his stupid face.

There was so much wrong about him. Falcom didn't exactly memorize every aspect of how he looked like, but she was certain that his shoulders were broader before. He was also a bit shorter, she distinctly remembered he was about as tall as she was, but now he was about a forehead shorter. His face was roughly the same, but there was still something off about it, and his smug grin now confused Falcom, as if he knew something and he wanted her to find out what he knew.

She lowered her gaze again, before bring it back up. On his chest were two bumps, noticeable bumps. She stared at them, not knowing what to think, she raised her gaze towards Samuel's face and he was as smug as ever, but this time he was nodding. Falcom's eyes went back to his chest, then to his face, before going back to his chest again.

Smaller height, slimmer posture, higher voice and boobs.

Falcom wasn't a woman who swore often, but this occasion called for that.

"Wha- How- Why the fuck are you a woman?!"

Samuel Neikan fell onto the ground, laughing.

Interdimensional RED-Coded Contract

Genderbent boi joined the game

Every time I read a story about OC going into Gamindustri (or any world for that matter), the majority of OCs are males.

So I decided to spice it up a little and turn Samuel into a female. Seriously, why no one has ever done that before? All Self-insert fanfics I've read are with male MCs. Switching OC's gender has a lot of potential people! I'm tired of reading about those OP male character that gets a harem with basically every character in the game, I want to read about OP FEMALE character that gets a harmed with basically every character in the game. This is Gamindustri! A place where a man basically doesn't fokin exist. Unless they're a bad guy… or a robot.

Anyway, Trick is finally dead, and my boi Medic became a madlad. Honestly, if I realized something like that in the previous episode, then I wouldn't have to end it with a cliffhanger. I would just finish it with Medic suffocating Trick from inside and go with the plot.

So tell me what do you think.

Responses:

DatMeeM

The engineer built an entrance, which he destroyed later on. But he also had an exit. That's how Soldier and girls got back into the fight.

As for the Bread Monster, he's dead and won't come back… at least not the same bread monster.

kerrowe

sun on a stick doesn't burn enemies, it deals crits when the target is on fire and gives 25% fire resistance.

You know, this is one of the scenes I fear the most, right with the Ending of this story. I vaguely know how I'll do that, but at the same time I don't know how I'll do that. Nor if this going to be satisfactory. I can't just not do that, as it will hurt the story a lot… so I'll have to cross that bridge when I get there.

Guest

Yes, neptune. Nep nep nep nep nep.

YORCHspartan117

Every fight against CFW is bound to be difficult, they're bosses after all. In Trick's case the fight was like fighting a Scout with Regeneration mannpower, if you don't kill him with a single shot he'll regenerate within half a second.

But Trick had way too much health to be killed in a single blow, so basically he was unstoppable.

Blanc doesn't actually trust or like the mercenaries, she tolerates them because of Histoire. But she knows they're murderers and as a CPU, she doesn't like that. (That doesn't stop her from siccing them at anyone who threatens they sisters though)

Histoire meanwhile was making an effort to build a bridge between her and the mercs, she knew how dangerous they can be and so she seeked to make friends with them. In case they were to switch sides for whatever reason.

Her plan worked, the mercs picked Histoire over going back with Miss Pauling. Because Histoire actually gave a shit about them.

The thing with Scunt's deaths… I dunno how that happened. It wasn't intentional I can tell you. And Neptulium works great against the CPUs… but it falls short when you use it against anything else. It's purely for Anti-CPU purposes. You couldn't even cut clothes with it, if it was non-cpu entity wearing them.

Fun fact: All of the mercs have the capacity to induce the paralysis status effect. You've seen this in CFW Judge fight and in the previous chapter, where a random crit paralyzed Trick mid flight.

In this fanfiction, Random Crits will paralyze people who don't have the enhancements or are Gray Mann's robots.

Also the weekly uploads were result of me having a surge of inspiration, and 2 weeks of free time from school. Now I have school and several games to finish (Divinity Original Sin 2, The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel, Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn… Mary Skelter Nightmares that I picked up a YEAR ago!) So the usual monthly uploads will resume.

Metastable

The reduced healing and shield piercing were actually a good thing… in my opinion. The Afterburn is weak so Pyro needs to have something more as an incentive to burn people.

Also I prefer Phlog + Manmelter instead Scorch, because you can extinguish teammates and earn nice crits for that.

- Harmless Orange