Your Favorite Healslut: Busted

Been taking pieces out of this one for a while now. Had a lot of things I was thinking of and not totally sure how to execute them, so went with my usual: bring in what hasn’t been done with it yet. Fleshing out the roster with a loudmouth robot gangsta and delving into two of the less involved characters while introducing the new girl and keeping Patcher running around as her usual optimistic slutty self.

“Heyall! What up!? Ballbuster in the house! Which one of you fleshers gonna lick out ma waste-disposal chute?”

“Can we just get this out of the way and agree that we’re all offended?” Ghost asked the rest of the team dryly.

Most of them nodded as they sat around the meeting room, killing time as the update kicked in. There were a lot of visual tweaks made to go with the graphics update, but the addition of Ballbuster was clearly their biggest announcement. They had touched up the street punk robot since her teaser trailer, leading to some delays while they managed the server crash and the summer event.

Ballbuster was a clearly femininely-shaped robot, if one that was also scratched and dented here and there. Her clearly silver skin had some visible joints and bolts, making her slightly more industrial-looking than Big Bolt or Bitchbot. She wore casual cargo pants low enough for a thong to hang out the back, a tubetop around her steel breasts. Some paint ran across her skin like crude tattoos and some dangling bolt were embedded into her ears like earrings. A bandana was wrapped around her forehead, showing a long, bound mass of wires coming from beneath like hair. While she had no actual face (her head just showing a few blinking lights), a hologram of a simplistic face that was little better than an emoji would pop up frequently to scowl, frown, stick out her tongue, or generally mouth off to those around her. Her baggy pants had a few cans of spray paint stuffed in the pockets and a dense-looking metal bat was shoved into her belt like a crude sheathe.

Patcher stepped apart from the group to address the problem/Ballbuster. The bubbly blonde smiled back at the newcomer. “Well I like your energy! Always looking for someone else to talk to! I’m Patcher, and I’m kind of like, one of the team medics around here.”

“Yea. I remember that ass from my trailer. What’s up?” Ballbuster walked past Patcher and slapped her on the ass, leaving the stunned Healer to jiggle as she helped herself to a bottle of beer from the ice bucket. Her emoji face winked at Patcher before it vanished, revealing a simple chute that opened up in her blank face and she poured some of the booze down her… presumably throat. The blank face looked around before an emoji of a bored-looking face projected off her, brushing back her wiry ponytail.

“So what all did I miss?”

“You mean like… the entire game?” Duct Tape asked warily. Ball snorted.

“Pfft! Nah, I’m playin’. I read that pregamin’ shit. I’m just ready to crack some fleshy human skulls in.” She downed her beer and tossed it up in the air, drawing and hitting it with her bat. Patcher winced, but it only made a faint clink. She realized the bottles weren’t animated to shatter.

“So what exactly do you do? The notes were a little vague, and all we had was your teaser trailer,” Ghost brought up.

“Ah yea. I fuck shit up with my bat.”

“Thanks,” Anarchy snorted.

“I can smack stuff back out of the air. And can tag shit with my Tramp Stamp here.” She took out a spray can and shook it up. “You get in range of my turf, teammates get stronger and enemies slow down. And I can whip ya into shape if you’re laggin’ behind.”

“I don’t ge-WHAA!” Patcher took a step towards her just to zip into the nearest table, having to grab it to keep from knocking over the sandwich tray. “Oh! Ooh, that IS neat!” she started to hop back and forth, jiggling around as her steps covered more ground than usual. “So that’s why you smacked my butt before?”

“Huh? Nah, girl. It’s just an ass that needs slappin’. Amarite?”

“You’re right,” Ghost conceded calmly. “Just keep it out there on the field, Buster. We’ve got our backstories and powers and everything, but back here we’re just passing the time until the next game.”

“Tch! Whateva. I’m here to win.”

“Again… totally not your decision,” Duct Tape pointed out. “It’s up to the players. So just try and trust your instincts out there. You’ll run smoother.”

A shrill siren went off overhead and Ghost waved her hand authoritatively.

“Alright! Servers are back up. Get to the dropship and gear up.” Everyone started to hurry off to the ship for the games to start when Ghost stuck an arm out. Patcher grunted softly as she ran into the armored forearm.

“Patch… maybe you don’t want to do your usual routine with this one,” Ghost told her gently.

“What? How come?” the blonde asked with a blank stare. “Wait, do I have a routine? Like, besides that time with the strip club cinematic…”

“You always try to make friends with the new guys and bring out the best in them,” Ghost reminded her. “But… I don’t know if you want to go making friends with the offensive robo-supremacist.”

“Why not? It’s just her lore,” Patcher dismissed. “We have like, three confirmed terrorists on our team. Even Shade has a whole socialism speech on her character page.”

“I ‘ave what?!” The burly black Tank shouted near the exit. “Why does no one tell me these things!?”

“Cuz you’re good at shaking that muscly ass, slut! Not thinking!” Pocket Rocket hopped to smack the bigger woman on the ass. “Now get a move on, ya cow.”

“Yes, mistress,” Shade muttered humbly as she went ahead. Ghost shook her head as she looked after them.

“Those two weird me out when they’re together.”

“I think they’re cute.”

“You would. Just… watch it around the new girl. Let her get used to the game before you go making any assumptions.”

“Oh, was that all? Duh,” Patcher giggled. She took her girlfriend’s hand and trotted ahead of her on her clicking high heels. “C’mon. People are gonna think it’s a glitch if we aren’t on the roster.”

---

“EEP!” Patcher spawned into the map and stopped short as the robot smacked her across the tits.

“C’mon, bones! Let’s rush their asses!” Ballbuster barked. She rushed ahead of the group, smacking Gladiator on his armored ass in the process.

“Is bones short for a doctor thing or a human thing?” Dr Dragon asked as she appeared next to them.

“It’s probably just a Buster thing,” Oni scoffed. “Honorless machine.”

“Now let’s not jump to conclusions,” Patcher urged while her tits were still bouncing out of control. She was picked in her wild west skin, left in a short, lacey skirt, corset and garters. They had landed outside of Bunker, a multi-floor structure with boarded up windows, one of the few indoors maps in the game. They piled into the main entrance where a small lobby area broke off into several hallways and stairs, leading further into the tangled tunnels.

“So what’s our move?” Chainslash asked as the hooded slasher scoured the room. Ballbuster smacked him in the belly with her baseball bat, getting his gut and moobs to jiggle.

“Move nothin’. You pussy-ass soul-havers and your plans. Pick up the pace!” The robotic speedster dashed off while giving another swing at Dr Dragon. The grim-faced medic stepped back away from her backhand.

“Don’t touch me,” Dragon said evenly, but Buster hadn’t even slowed to hear he.r She ran up the stairs ahead of the group. The Healer shook her head with a roll of her eyes.

“You don’t expect me to work with a speedster, do you? I don’t even like people, let alone one on fast forward.”

>Geno4Smash: I think there’s a bug with DD and the speed buff

>JointFaction420: too smug 2 buff

>Unicornelius: sounds like loser excuses for me

Chainslash had to put a hand on his gut to stop it from jiggling behind his armored smock outfit. His hood turned towards Patcher.

“Did she just smack me?”

“Aye,” Gladiator shrugged as he stomped off up some steps.

Chainslash looked to Patcher. “Is this what you feel like all the time?”

Patcher pursed her lips and shrugs.

“Huh…” the killer grunted. “I got some shit to think about.”

“Can you think while you kill?” Skullfucker asked. The Russian, bimbofied zombie checked her assault rifle while she leaned a hand on her hip.

“No,” Chain shrugged.

“Perfect,” Skull smirked. “Then come vith me and do your job.”

“I got Glad duty!” Patcher chimed as she fired up her rocket heels and shot after Gladiator.

Dr Dragon watched Patcher shoot off. “Right. Now I remember why speedsters are so annoying…”

She scoffed and walked off after Chainslash.

---

“I think I’ve got a bead on someone,” Duct Tape reported. The scruffily dressed hacker tapped on his laptop fused to his shotgun, crouching down in front of another Skullfucker. The zombie’s big tits were pushing at a pair of suspenders, her face painted in skull patterns and a tall top-hat for her Voodoo skin.

“They should be here in a couple-”

“BOOM BITCH!” Ballbuster shouted as she jumped around the corner. She bashed the glasses off Duct Tape’s face. “Get out tha way!”

“Ow,” Duct muttered in a vaguely annoyed grumble. Considering he’d been personally shot and respawned hundreds of times, so the Merc Squad was programmed to be effectively numb to it beyond being mildly tingly.

“The song is Move Bitch, you crazy ow!”

With another annoyed groan, the hacker fell dead to the ground. Skull opened fire with her assault rifle as Buster swung her bat around, plinking a few of the shots away while the majority still hit the scrappy robot.

“Bitch, don’t dent my paint job!” she threatened before diving in at the busty zombie. Ballbuster got a couple swats in before the grappling hook shot out of Skull’s bayonet. It reeled her the last foot or so between them.

“I am being played by newb. Fuck me,” Skull grumbled.

“You couldn’t afford this auto-pussy!” Buster snapped back. She took a few more swings as the zombie retreated, pumping more shots into her until she smacked another switch on her rifle. A pink capsule shot out from an under-barrel grenade launcher, connecting with the shit-talking robot and emitting a thick cloud of matching pink smoke.

“Usin’ gas on a bot? Bitch you’re dumber than you-”

Ballbuster stopped to cough in her robotic voice, a heart-eyes emoji projecting over her face.

“Velcome to game logic, rookie,” Skull chuckled, but Buster hit her with another backhand with her bat. The trashy commando zombie tried to keep the gunfire coming but even weaker and clumsier, the staggering robot still took advantage of her close-range ambush. A few more shots and Skullfucker finally crumbled.

“Jeez! Couldn’t have given me a little more HP?” Buster winced as she rubbed at her dented metal tits. A line of text popped up beneath her.

>Canditothewise: Are we sure BB3 isn’t a tank with HP like that?

>such capitalism wow: tank bard

>pinkstinkr: 1. Play Buster. 2. Hold W. 3. Hold left click. 4. Win

>Unicornelius: Literally turn her bat into a nerf bat

“What?!” the robot snapped at the chat window, an angry emoji crossing her face. “You talkin’ shit about me, you 3D sons of bitches!? Download your consciousness in here so I can kick your organic faces in, motherboard fuckers!!”

“Hiii~!”

“AH!” Ballbuster jumped as her bubbly blonde Healer popped in from around a corner.

“You’re a fast one, you know that? That’s the trouble with you melee characters; you need the most healing but you’re always on the move,” Patcher giggled.

“Yea, where the fuck were you? I’d be leakin’ humie juice if I had any!”

“Actually we don’t have much for blood animation. You get random splashes sometimes but-”

“Shut up and get suckin’, bio trash!”

Patcher pursed her lips, but nodded sheepishly.

“Yep. Right. I was totes on that.”

The blonde trotted over in her heels, barely reaching the bot before she grabbed Patcher by the hair. The blonde squeaked as Ballbuster lifted her top and forced the human’s face into her carefully manufactured breasts. There were no nipples to speak of but they still ended in a definite tip.

Patch opened her mouth anyway and started to suck on her metallic tits, leaving lipstick marks along the slick surface. The way that Buster groaned and pushed her boobs further into her face convinced her she was doing alright at her oral healing.

“That’s more like it, slut. Whatever shuts your ass up,” Ballbuster scoffed. “Now get down to the undercarriage and gimme that good buffin’ shit.”

BB smacked Patcher on the ass, getting it jiggling as the blonde swiftly ducked down. She pulled on the robot’s cargo pants and exposed her metallic but leaking wet and lifelike vagina. Patcher paused to let herself mentally catch up with her own movement.

“Wow, those smacks really do speed me up, don’t they?” she noted before Buster just grabbed the back of her head.

The pushy android shoved the blondes face into her crotch and ground against her nose and mouth, grunting as she smeared her synthetic juices over her face. Patcher still had to note that apart from a slightly metallic aftertaste, not the worst thing she had to suck on in the entire team.

“Damn, you suck at this. Get up in there already,” BB demanded. She pushed her hips forward and went to her knees, straddling Patcher’s face as she gave some muffled excuses. She started to grind firmly on her as Patcher just licked obediently to pass on the buff. The speedy robot only needed to slap her tits to make her lick faster, and rubbing the end of her baseball bat on the pinned Patcher’s pussy made her whine and lick deeper.

Patcher cringed as the lukewarm, oily cum squirted over her face, forced to choke it down in the trapping facesit. A digitized hum came from Ballbuster as her projection of a face flashed through a rapidly switching array of emoticons.

“Damn, fleshy. You ain’t half bad at FUCK!”

Her head suddenly snapped back with a metallic plinking noise. Her body ragdolled as she an explosion went off a moment later, peppering Patcher with a wave of heat and a tingle of damage.

“Oh hey, Anna,” Patcher chimed as she boosted herself back to her feet. Anarchy shrugged as the punky British bomber in the opposing colors pulled another grenade off her belt.

“Yea. Bit of a cunt that one, eh?”

“I’ll say,” Patcher muttered, wiping off her oily mouth.

“Not what I meant.” Anarchy plucked and threw another grenade at Patcher, but the bimbo healer fired up her rocket heels and dodged away before it could go off. “Runnin’ her mouth when she coulda been watching out for bastards like me.”

“We all got our quirks,” Patcher added.

“Her quirk’s being an arsehole. I wouldn’t mind slippin’ some C4 into her next drink,” Anarchy scoffed. She chucked out a few more bombs as Patcher wove between them.

“Probably shouldn’t,” Patcher winced. She still threw out a slap across Anarchy’s face as her only real means of attack. “I’m sure she’s misunderstood.”

“Seems pretty understandable to me,” Anarchy dismissed as she backed off and readied another bomb. “Calls ye a twat and hits ya more than we do.”

An didn’t want to risk blowing herself up in the process of getting Patcher, of “Ann Derpied” as the forums called it. She elbowed Patcher in the chest, getting her boobs to jiggle around in her skimpy top as she dropped another grenade at her feet. Rather than blowing up, it beeped rapidly and spayed a puddle of glue out around itself. Patcher’s path was suddenly cut off as her high heels caught in it right away, sending her tumbling over and landing tits and face in the sticky white muck.

“Face it, luv. Some folks is just shit,” Anarchy said with a shrug. She tossed a couple bombs out at Patcher’s feet.

“Um, maybe? But we can’t just-”

BOOM!

“Ah heck,” Patcher said as she reappeared back in the dropship. “I’ll have to catch her later. It was just getting good.”

---

On the other side of the battlefield, Chainslash grunted as he swung his chainsaw. It raked across the opposing Gladiator’s chest, creating a burst of sparks and auto-generated blood.

"Gah! Nice one, ya overgrown hedgeclipper!"

“Uh huh,” Chainslash grunted beneath his hood. Gladiator charged and fired off a ball of plasma from his pistol that looked like it should have burned Chain in half, just to make him wince as he felt a little warm and took some damage. The sensation suddenly faded as a wave of green light swept across his skin.

“Right behind you,” Nightshift noted quietly. The gothy soft-spoken healer waved listlessly at Gladiator while Chainslash barged into the bigger super soldier, driving his chainsaw right through his armor and belly. The same burst of sparks shot out of him but the colossal Gladiator crumbled to the ground as a burly ragdoll.

“Didn’t need the backup,” Chain snorted. “But thanks.”

“Of course.” Nightshift gave him a sleepy smile as she held up her dart gun, firing another burst of healing energy into him to start topping him off. Chain was dressed in his Recruited skin, some makeshift padding and armor strapped to his fat and burly body. He still wore his crude black hood that covered most of his face, a crude mouth and eyes stitched into it where his would be. He had no idea how it worked either.

Nightshift had her usual listlessly content expression on her face, her black and green-streaked hair hanging down her back. The pale Healer wore her usual black, silky dress, her bat wings tucked behind her and just peeking out from behind her back. Wordlessly, they started to march through the labyrinthian structure.

“Ya don’t have to follow me,” the burly slasher grumbled.

“I just go where the player asks,” Night shrugged. “And you look troubled.”

Chainslash turned sharply to stare at her. He tugged on his hood indicatively to make sure she knew his face was completely hidden.

“I know. Just because I don’t, ah… express much doesn’t mean I can’t read a person,” the sedated-looking healer mused. “It does mean I’m not one to gossip either, I suppose.”

Even the bruiser picked up on the implication. He grunted as he shouldered his chainsaw effortlessly.

“Well everybody was hatin’ on Ballbuster. I just got to thinkin’ and… what do you think? Am I a bad person?”

“Yes.”

Night Shift followed him wordlessly for a few seconds after her quick response.

“Oh...”

“You’re an abusive serial killer with implied family issues who primarily communicates through violence and insults.” Night took a steadying breath as if she wasn’t used to talking for that long. “Take that as you will.”

“Sort of one way to take it, isn’t there?” Chain grunted. He chewed his lip thoughtfully beneath his mask.

“You are, however, inside a game where our sole purpose is to destroy our opposing team. You do your job well. Most of all, you have the decency to ask yourself if you are good or bad. That is the first sign of a good person.”

“Huh…”

“So I think you are a bad person who is considering a redemption arc. Or perhaps one is being written into your background as we speak. The game can change, Mr. Slash. So can we.”

“Which is weird, right?” he asked, looking back at her. “If we’re just here to shoot and fight, what are we doing being like… talkin’?” He scratched his hood with his chainsaw. “This all makes my head hurt.”

“When such questions arise,” Night said ponderously. “I am reminded that we have no sense of hunger or thirst. And yet, we find ourselves with beds and all the alcohol we can handle, with no true pain or discomfort even when we die.”

“Are you sayin’ there’s a merciful programmer or somethin’?” he asked, furrowing his masked face.

There was a sudden rush of air as they looked up just in time for a pair of rockets to come flying in between them. In a flash of fire, they were back on the dropship waiting to respawn.

“All I am saying is that if strife and philosophy are too much for you,” Night went on, entirely unphased as always. “There are other means to soothe your troubled mind. I understand sex and alcohol are common outlets for people with strong emotions.”

“Yea, well sex takes two people. I can get Anarchy in on it, but like ya said, I’m not real popular.”

“You are not popular, but I find you interesting. And I am forever fluid in nature,” Night said with a dull smile. “And if you truly need to vent, I regenerate.”

Chain paused before he shrugged and thumped a fist on a nearby button. There was a quick humming noise and a pair of slightly staticky and blocky duplicates of them appeared in front of them both.

“I ain’t sayin’ no to some free sex therapy,” Chainslash decided.

“That’s not what sex therapy is,” Night Shift corrected, her tone steady even as he picked her up and tossed the winged goth bioweapon over his shoulder. “But that’s fine. Everything is fine in the end.”

---

Chainslash seemed intent on putting that to the test. He tore off his armor as soon as they returned to the base and shoulder-rammed a door open. He took a half-second to make sure there was nobody in the bed before throwing Night onto it. She spread her bat wings slightly to slow her fall but didn’t respond much to his rough treatment.

Chain yanked off his hood before going to his pants, undoing the large buckle before he bothered throwing away his chainsaw. He was a man with scruffy and uneven hair, his face lined with many deep scars. His thick hands dropped his pants as the heavy slasher mounted her, kicking them aside as his bulk pressed down on him. Night stared with half-lidded eyes up at him as he hesitated, figuring where to put his hands with her wings beneath her.

“Don’t bother worrying, Mr. Slash,” she assured him, calmly slipping a shoulder of her dress down. “If you try hard enough, I might feel something.”

It felt

like invitation enough for Chainslash to grab her dress and rip the entire

thing off in one powerful hand. Night raised her eyebrows slightly, but hard

barely looked down before Chain grabbed her pale and hefty jugs. He squeezed

tightly until the soft flesh oozed through his fingers, operating as handles as

he shoved his thick cock inside her. It was a tight fit, and while her curvy

body bucked Night Shift’s only response was to blink slightly longer than

usual.

“Does this feel better?” she asked politely, cracking a tiny smile. There was a slight wavering to her tone, but only from the fact that Chain’s thrusting was sliding her several inches up the bed each time.

Chain snarled and removed a hand from her breast, sliding it up her chest. When she didn’t seem to react, he clamped it around her throat, enveloping most of it in his massive grip. Her lips pursed briefly, but it wasn’t like she needed to breathe. The huge and hairy slasher just grunted rougher and more rhythmically as he pounded her until the bed creaked.

“You emo little shit. You fat-titted cum dump,” Chain growled under his breath as he bottomed her out with his meaty dick. “You fucking feel that?”

Night stared vacantly but she nodded slightly, her chin nudging his strangling hand. He growled louder and let go to slap her across the face. The noisy crack sent her head snapping to one side, a blood effect splashing away from her face from no particular source. Her eyes perked up a bit, showing some surprise if not interest as she licked a drop of blood from her black lips.

“You really going to take that shit? You going to be a weak little cunt?” Chain growled as he grabbed her by the wings. He lifted them up enough that when he thrust into her again, her slim body was lifted off the bedsheets. She gave a soft inhale through her nose, the starts of a gasp as she wrapped her legs around the husky slasher.

“Not about… weak,” she mused distantly. “Just a matter of doing what we want. And I…”

“Talk too much, you whispery slut!” Chain pressed himself firmly into her, leaving crack effects on the headboard and the wall behind her. Night’s eyes flashed wide as he kissed her deeply, his tongue roughly filling her mouth until the subtle taste of blood ran between them. He pinned her to the wall as he kept humping until one of the bed’s legs cracked and gave out, and even then he just adjusted his angle to keep pounding her. Night gave a long, low moan as her eyes widened and flashed a new shade of red.

“Oh you feel that, skank?” Chain scoffed, but she bit his lip firmly as she let out a deep, husky moan.

“I feel… anything,” she shuddered as her body shook violently. Her body cracked as her bones rearranged and fur sprouted from her skin. Her arms extended and arched backward to fuse into her wings. Her body sprouted a thin layer of fur and muscle as the clawed, winged arms wrapped around Chain like a slightly fleshy blanket. Her soft, barely audible breaths turned to a long hiss and a guttural snarl.

Chainslash had seen her lose control and break into her Full Potential ultimate before, but it was usually during battle. He had definitely never been inside her when it happened. Fucking a shapeshifter while she broke into her bat-like form was a whole new level of weird. While she kept some humanoid features to her face to show it was still her, but broad bat ears grew from her dyed hair and her face grew tighter and leaner to accommodate her canines extending into three times their size. The strangest part to him was feeling her pussy loosen and suddenly fit more of his fat cock inside her. She snarled as her muscular legs latched her toe claws into his hips, latching onto him in her monstrously vampiric state.

“Knew I could make you scream,” Chain growled all the same. Her plump breasts mashed into his chest as he pushed deeper into her, still lifting the relatively lightweight woman. She emitted a few labored, almost feral screams of pleasure as she pressed her lips into his face, muscles bulging as a long tongue shoved past his scarred lips.

The two monstrous characters went on ruining the bed beneath them, crushed by Chain’s bulk and torn up by Night’s claws as they fucked passionately, both letting their aggressive natures cut loose on their own for once. The bat-like woman screamed and moaned, biting into his shoulder deeply as he filled her pussy. She huffed noisily as she sucked on his numb wound, holding it like a comforting toy as she shivered and squirted past his thick dick. Her newly grown ears folded back into her multicolored mane. Her lean body bucked out of control but still trapped by his strong grip as he returned the favor by emptying his balls inside her. His heavy huffs escaped through his gritting teeth as he squeezed her until her bones creaked. The winged goth let out a long, throaty gurgle as she finally withdrew her fangs from him. Her Ultimate seemed to finally burn out as she sighed and swiftly shrank back to her mostly human state, her much thinner and frailer arms resting on the panting Chain’s chest. The burly Tank grunted as her pussy tightened back around him, giving a few subtle tugs that made his gush out another quick load into her already overflowing pussy.

“That was… something,” she muttered wearily, twitching in his arms.

“Yea… better’n nothin’, eh?” Chainslash chortled, ruffling her hair with a thick palm to mix the black and green together. Night just nodded solemnly.

“Much. Thank you.”

“Yea, well you took it like a champ. Or a bat or somethin’…”

“She comes out when I’m excited,” Night admitted. “Hence all the, ah…” She just tapped a finger on her head.

“Soulless brain pills shit?”

“Mm.” She nodded simply. “No middle sliders, as it were. Low and maximum only when it comes to me.”

“Heh! Should be so lucky. I’m always on all the time. Comes with bein’ a guy who’s whole thing is carryin’ a chainsaw,” Chain scoffed. “Can you fuckin’ believe they were just going to name me Chainsaw at first?”

“Yes.” Night Shift’s eyebrows rose and she held out a hand, vanishing out from under him. She respawned beside the door to the room, back in her silky dress in her default state. “The team’s coming back. Bat ears,” she said, tapping her ear this time.

“So? Fuck ‘em, right? This was fun,” Chair shrugged. He sat up in bed and looked for his pants.

“Yes, but there’s always my brother, Psych…”

“The kid reads minds,” Chain pointed out as he yanked his jeans back on. “My wearing pants will only make it a little easier for him.”

Night blinked emotionlessly at him for a moment.

“Psych can’t read minds.”

“What?! Little brat said so!”

“He did.”

“AND!?”

“And he lied. He does that sometimes. Like most people.”

The corner of her lip curled into a smile as the rest of the team came back from the game.

“And a new record! Give it up for the new girl!” Bitchbot praised, clapping showily over her head.

“I’m so glad to lose that record,” Oni-Chan sighed, the urban ninja slumping his shoulders in relief.

“Most deaths in one round. Is difficult to top,” Skullfucker praised with a bemused smirk.

“Shut the fuck up!” Ballbuster snapped. “How’s I s’posed to know I’m a hit and run girl?”

“You specialize in buffs,” Ghost pointed out. “Take the L. There’ll be lots more to come for all of us.”

“But congratulations on your new record!” Patcher added, the perky Healer trotting over to catch up as they passed the door. Ghost caught her by the arm and shook her head.

“Honey, they’re making fun of her. Let this one go.”

Ghost Shot paused to take a step back and look into the room. She eyed up Chainslash on the broken bed before looking to Night Shift and then leering back at him.

“So…?”

“I had an incident,” Night said simply. “I transformed and pounced on him. It’s fine now.”

Ghost pursed her lips and looked them over, but didn’t seem to have any clear cut evidence.

“It’s true. She did,” Chain chuckled as he plucked up his chainsaw. He flicked a bit of dust off it before peering back at the girls. “So how’d the new bot do?”

“Awful. She’s insufferably cocky and basically fed the enemy team once they figured out her strats.”

Chain scoffed and shook his head. “Ah, don’t be too rough on her. We’re all newbs sometime. Can always have a change of heart with a little experience.”

Night Shift cracked a small smile at that, her wings twitching slightly in a subtly vague response.

“Yea, see!?” Patcher chimed as she poked Ghost in the ribs. “I told you she’d have a good side. Just like Chains.”

“You know, if you keep being right, I’m going to start worrying that something’s gone wrong with the system,” the sniper scoffed as she caught her around the waist and led her off.