[ it was instant. opened meant it was accessed and her factory unit was triggered, the protocol was engaged and YoRHa was notified. the wall that separated them is kicked into shambles, one single boot destroys what's between them and sends a flurry of debris into him (it). 9S, in 2B's eyes beneath her black visors, is grabbed from the front and tossed like a ragdoll in a cage match.
it's almost as if he (it) is no longer her friend.
in a matter of seconds, the combat android has the hacker's torso straddled between her thighs and pinned under impossible weight. her blade is drawn, and the sharpened tip threatens his (its) fragile, pulsing jugular. 2B's actions are precise. her lips are tight— in a fraction of a second, they twitch, and threaten to pull downwards, but she fights to keep it straight. she fails. wetness beads down one side of her cheek, just one, and in a whispered beginning of a gasp: ]
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it's almost as if he (it) is no longer her friend.
in a matter of seconds, the combat android has the hacker's torso straddled between her thighs and pinned under impossible weight. her blade is drawn, and the sharpened tip threatens his (its) fragile, pulsing jugular. 2B's actions are precise. her lips are tight— in a fraction of a second, they twitch, and threaten to pull downwards, but she fights to keep it straight. she fails. wetness beads down one side of her cheek, just one, and in a whispered beginning of a gasp: ]
Why . . . Do you keep doing this—?