Lore time again!
This time on the chopping block: Serial Designation BB
Let’s dive into them :3
Lore start:
What am I?
What was I before this?
I had….a family
[i had lost both parents to something]-
I had lost one parent originally…or so I thought-
That…feels contradicting so much
Cmon…I can tell my tale correctly…right?
I…I was something….a wielder of something
[It corrupted me, and I almost died]-
I used it for saving the freaking world!-
those are contradictory statements as well.
Annoying
Cmon…I can figure out something about myself right?
I mean, I am serial designation BB, I have to.
I…maybe im going too far or too complicated into my own past, maybe I should start simple.
My name used to be something else, that much I know
Dolzi?
Oulli?
Those seem close enough for now.
What else could I think on right now with time to myself
Ohh!
My squad!
Yeah…my squad, the team!
J is a actually decent leader, N says she has chilled out since the last planet fall mission, and V often agrees.
V teaches me her tricks alot and often wears glasses, says it’s a part of her old life that lingers with her.
N is a goofball and brings us all together, he’s the kindness of our group, and makes what our job is a little bit easier
But then I feel them look at me, when they think i’m not looking
N looks sad but also discouraged
V looks like she is missing something
J looks ready to tell me a bitter sweet “I told you so” but never wants to actually say it…because it would be rubbing salt in a wound I don’t know existed
I’m trying to figure me out
But figuring out myself is harder than expected
I’m..
I am going to try again
Okay okay, what detail should I start at
There was a prom
Okay that’s a start
I was…
[I was trying to get a hollow vengeance]-
I was trying to save someone there-
Damn it, again?!
Ugh this is fucking annoying!
I just…why does this happen like this
Come on, what is up with me!
I remember something killing me I guess.
I..can’t remember who.
Maybe if I think on the how…
I died to my own weapon-
[i was strung up like a fly in a web]-
AGHH
Why does it not line up for me?!
Fuck it.
Maybe if I focus on some other stuff.
Small stuff.
I need to start small.
Outfits.
What I used to wear
That should be easy, right?
What did I like.
[cheerleader outfit with a helmet]-
Skirt, hoodie, and a beanie-
What the actual fuck.
Even my outfits, my brain diverged to two different kinds of style.
How is that possible.
Fucking Robo-goddamn it.
I can’t with this shit.
Im glad they know I prefer being solo but…
Who am I really?
Why does that feel so complicated.
And if I were to ask…would they even really tell me?
Or would I just be at square one again.
Would I be even more confused?
I feel like a echo of whoever I was
Ughh
What am I.
Maybe I should have really just stuck with what I do know
I am apart of a squad
And despite the varying feelings on each of them
We get along good
Yeah
Though like I stated, I prefer going solo
Maybe it has to do with my previous life.
Maybe…maybe, I was…
[closing myself off from everyone after regretful actions]-
I was a hermit for so long and got ridiculed that it feels familiar-
Well I don’t like either of those answers.
Maybe.
I’ll figure it out later.
Yeah later hah
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