Hey everyone, hentai hunter here. I'm starting a new series about various events that happened in Project Freelancer, and the various agents. Some of these stories will be comedic one shots, some of them will have continuations, and some of them will bounce back and forth in time. Like, Comment, and Follow if you enjoyed it, thanks for reading.
Accessing Data Files from Agent York: Journal Entry #187
It's been a few days since Wash got his A.I, and things haven't been looking good. We don't know exactly what happened yet. Wash has been out since he got it. The Director told us that it was "complications from the A.I", and that it's nothing to worry about. But I'm not so sure.
I remember sitting outside the room that day, waiting on the surgery, when I heard screaming. No, screaming doesn't describe it well enough. It wasn't like one of those cheesy screams in the horror movies. It was a scream of pure panic, pure emotion, pure terror. It was a sound I have never heard before, and pray I never hear again. For a moment there, I felt everything he did.
The Director tells us it's nothing. That Wash will be fine in a little bit. But he's being shady about it. There's something I don't trust here D.
Like what, Agent York?
There's something with the Director. He's hiding something. Something happened in that room that he's not telling us.
What do you suspect happened?
I don't know D. I don't even know if I want to find out.
"You'll be fine," York said slapping Wash on the back. "It just stings a little at first, and it's kinda awkward, but A.Is are a blast!"
"Yeah, it's like having a sibling, but more fun," North added, looking over his shoulder at his twin sister, South, who was walking down the hallway in the opposite direction they were. South replied only with a blazing scowl that North could feel even under her helmet.
"Yeah. I hope so," Wash said slightly more confident.
"We promise. Look, we'll be waiting out here for when you come back," York said, sitting down on the bench nearby the surgery room. North sat down with him, giving Wash an optimistic thumbs up.
Wash, feeling as ready as ever, stepped into the room.
Agent Washington, laying down on the bed, stared directly at the blinding bulb above him as he mentally readied himself. Today was the day he finally got his A.I, Epsilon. Wash liked the name. It reminded him of something, but he couldn't place his finger on it.
The metallic clinking of tools told Wash that it was about to happen. He closed his eyes as he felt the tiny prick in his neck. He winced a little, but it wasn't bad. He took a deep sigh and steeled himself for the minor pain that York told him about.
But it never happened.
Instead, a head splitting flash of fatigue hit him like a truck. He opened his eyes. Everything was dizzy. He saw the light bulb above him spin. Immediately after, the first assualt of pain came. Like a wave crashing into the innocent and unsuspecting sand, the flash of pain struck him down. An earsplitting scream emerged from Wash's mouth, a horrifying howl that pierced the air itself like a blade. Wash flopped off of the bed. He tried to stand but the pain knocked him down once more. He could hear people scrambling to get the director.
As soon as it came, the pain stopped. For a second, everything felt clear. Then the second wave hit him, and a scream was heard once more, but not from Washington.
Wash heard yelling in his ears. He opened his eyes and saw flashes of images, each worse than the last. He saw warfare. Innocents dying. Cries of children. He tried to focus on one of them, but it slipped him by. Images kept perforating him one by one, but they all seem to dance by him as one image stayed scarily clear; some lady, telling him how much she hated goodbyes. He didn't know who she was, but he felt for her. He didn't want her to go. Please, stay with me you don't have to go come on we have a daughter you don't have to.
The image faded as another crash of pain brought Wash to his knees. He almost fell over, but he was caught by a medic. They loaded him on a cart to take him to the hospital wing. Wash heard them talk amongst each other, but he wasn't paying any attention. He was viewing another flash.
He saw a small hologram in a tube. Two men were poking at it, and he heard its screams. The screams shocked Wash with the force of a thousand storms, each once making the lapses of pain worse and worse.
And as the doctors injected sedatives into his neck, and in his final moments before passing out, Wash finally understood. He knew everything. The Director's acts, why they were here, why the A.Is were here. The world seemed to go black. Everything was falling. Wash felt weightless. Like he was floating. He looked at the light bulb one last time as he was pushed further and further away. It started to dim. Everything was dim now.