>>881362
Punch your reflection

>>881362

We're getting real tired of looking at ourselves. Show us your face.

>>881362
"I hope you like a challenge."

Punch your reflection.
"This line's closed."

If your "line" means letting shitty people to shitty things right in front of me, we're going to be having this same conversation again.
And again.
And again.

Speaking of lines, these ones are going to get us punished unnecessarily hard.

Flip reflection the bird, go find your friends, punch whoever tries to stop you.

>>881416
No groveling.

>>881392
There's no such thing as a one-way mirror, just glass with brighter lights on one side. Press your beak up against the wall, shade your eyes with your hands, and you'll be able to see right through.

>>881438
It's the future

>>881434
And it's not grovelling if you're actually lying through your beak, but I already know I'm outvoted.

Keep quiet for now. Don't give them anything.

So to them you're special, and they're gonna nix that by making you fall in line. Ask the voice if it hurts to be that stupid.

>>881362
Laugh at your own face. "If you really think that, then you're even dumber than I thought."

"The next time anyone fucks with my friends, I'll be breaking a lot more than just some wall, is THAT clear?"

Whatever defiant badassery you say next, make sure to lean forward to make yourself seem even more threatening - but in truth use it as a way to try and peer through the glass.

Maybe also comment that you know they fear you. They're hiding from you, and for a reason.

>>881369
This.

We're no good to the others if we're too openly rebelling.

>>881369
Agreeing with this. If we piss off whoever is on the opposite side of the glass we're not going to be able to keep the others from picking on bucky.

>>881362
"I admit to some uncertainty. My actions were, in my understanding, clarifying and enforcing the line.
Could you clarify what I did, exactly, that was out of line?"

>>881544
We'll break them if they try.

They will soon learn.

>>881369
>>881440
>>881542
>>881544
I feel that line's already been long crossed. They're not so stupid as to buy it, and they will be keeping a close eye on us anyway.

Might as well remain defiant and not back down. See where we can take this.

"Show me your face, coward."

>>881548
Going with this.

>>881554
And yet they're stupid enough to let defiance go unpunished? I'm not expecting them to believe she's suddenly obedient, I was just hoping they believed she isn't so far gone they need to use a heavier hand. She's going to face a lot of shit, but why she does is the important part

>>881554
Gonna take us to SOLITARY FUCKING CONFINEMENT or the shady cloning facility equivalent thereof!

>>881646
I think it's possible for her to dial it down some at least, without compromising her happiness or those of her friends too much.

>>881688
That'd be nice.

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You glare silently at your own reflection, feeling your stomach turning over with each passing moment.

The voice repeats its question, “Is. That. Clear?”.

You rip your gaze away from the mirror, “Crystal...” You get the sense that, while you’ve impressed them, if you plan on surviving, open rebellion would be pushing it.

They send you back to the common area. Everyone else is gone: judging by the time, they’re at lunch. You sit with your back against the wall, underneath the starburst of damaged pixels and listen to your stomach growl.

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Eventually you hear the murmur of young voices and, not eager to see their faces, you duck back into the dormitory, where you sit with the lights out.

There’s a knock at the open door and the girl, Sam, steps in cautiously. As angry as you’ve been at the situation, you just sag on the mattress; barely registering as she sits next to you. There’s a crinkle of plastic as she pulls a slightly squashed protein bar out of her jumpsuit and offers it to you.

“Glad you’re back,” Sam’s voice is quiet and full of concern, “We were scared they were going to take you away, or...” The sentence goes unfinished and trails off into nothingness.

You take the snack and hold it in your lap, hungry but unable to bring yourself to eat. “What does it matter? I'm a monster...a nobody. I don’t even have a name.”

A gentle touch makes you flinch, but a warm hand envelops yours. Soft fingers thread between your brutal, scaled digits and a shuddering sigh rips itself out of your chest in an uncontrollable wave of emotion. “You’re not a monster. You are whoever you want to be...” Her eyes float in the dark, staring into you and for a moment you’re haunted by the smell of smoke and sound of gunfire. “Who are you?”

"I feel like a soldier, but I'd rather be a rebel."

Your friend, i’d hope. The website called me annie didn’t it? Let’s start with that until we figure it out.

>>887619
How's the bunny?

"I don't know. Some measly kid who isn't a total sociopath among the meek and the violent.

A trained killer. But I'd rather just stay with a couple of people who like me enough to tell me I'm not monster. Do whatever. Just not alone.

I don't know. Not yet..

>“Who are you?”
Afraid. Whoever I'm supposed to be, she scares me.

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You start to mumble something about being a killer and a soldier. She places her hand on your cheek, gently but with an intensity that makes you feel as though you’ve been slapped. Your beak is swiveled until its facing her and once again the past blurs itself with the present: its dark, you smell fire, everyone else is dead, there’s only you and her. Those eyes, burning with a ferocity that could melt steel, carve their way into you.

“Who are you?”

>>887812
THE LINE!

Annie, I get it, ok, geeze.

>>887812
"Annie."

>>887812
Remember your name. Annie Woad.

>>887812
"...Annie"

Then sit there shell shocked and kind of confused.

Annie.

A messenger. My name is Annie and I have a message for you. She's coming. She's alive.

...You remember. You remember a name, told to one of your nameless neurological ancestors by another, older Sam. A name lost and returned. A gift from her to you.

The gift of your name.

Your name is Annie. Annie Woad.

You are Annie Woad, and you remember a message from that Sam meant for this Sam: She is alive, and she is coming for her.

You deserve a name,and you have one. Tell her.

>>887812
"...Annie sounds good. Let's go with that."

>>887812
"A victim of a dead woman's PTSD, apparently!"

>>887835
Oh right! Yes, don't forget the message.

We got some kinda name, might as well use it.

Annie.

ahhhhh this is really good when is there going to be more i just binged the whole story

"I am a hole in the Woad. I need to be filled."