New ideas pop into my head before I can finish them, but this is one I will continue, also I haven't forgotten about The Arcadian and The Faunus or Corrupted Love, just busy. Enjoy!
Her name was Terf. She wasn't born with that name, as she didn't receive one.
5D-25-67 wasn't a name, so she changed it.
Her memory was a blur, all she could remember was she was in a container, trapped, lifeless, almost as if she was dead.
She was not.
Her eyes opened in shock and surprise, small figures gasping at her and screaming something from outside the shell full of liquid. She couldn't hear them, but based on what she heard, and the panicked faces of the small people in front of her, she guessed she wasn't supposed to be awake.
They tried to control her. The concept, for some reason, greatly angered her, so bad that the point that she broke out of her 'cage', the glass falling out. The figures panic leveled spiked to a new height, screaming and pushing each other in reckless, selfish abandon.
She disliked selfish. It leads to greed and unfairness.
Wait, how did she know that?
She didn't know, and she didn't care. She stood, her figure easily towering over the small people in front of her, now trapped due to their only exit trapping shut. She didn't really know how tall she was, but she guessed tall seeing from how small they were. She crouched, her cat ears twitching with excitement.
All of the 'smallies' were trembling beneath her, most likely scared of what she would do. She didn't care for them, her goal simple.
Escape.
She stepped over the said figured and began to run, her huge muscular legs easily supporting her weight.
As she ran through the generic series of plain white halls of the said complex, mostly crashing or breaking any doors or barriers, she began thinking to herself.
What was her name? She forgot.
What was she? Her head looked down and saw an odd sight to most, the exception being the body's rightful owner. Every part of her was bulging with muscles, and they were absolutely massive. The entirety of her figure was completely covered in muscle, as if she was on steroids. The difference being that she was not and she didn't look like some crack head addicted to the muscle enhancing substance. I mean, they weren't bulging hulk muscles, but they were quite noticeable. Let's just say she was very tall and fairly muscular. The only muscles unaffected were her head and her chest area. Her skin was covered in a deep dark brown, complimented by a set of beautiful teal colored eyes. She had light brown hair and, as such, light brown cat ears. Well, she wasn't sure they were specifically car ears, but she figured they belonged to the cat family
Where should she go? Her sprinting stopped, the last question begging for an answer. Her answer begrudgingly had to wait, as she felt something hit her back and rudely push her into the forward wall, breaking through several walls before her momentum decided to give up.
It was at this moment she was thankful for having her 'lady' parts covered by what she thought to be some sort of armor, though she was quite sure.
She planted both arms on the rubble to remove her head from the rubble, and then turn around to see who had so rudely pushed her down in the first place.
She never had the chance to complete have the actions she wanted to.
She felt her self being picked up and go in full time reverse, as if someone were rewinding time itself.
In seconds, she was back in her previous position. She turned to see a bewildering site, for most at least.
The words to describe the being in front of her were hard to come by. If she had to guess, the word would have be… odd.
There were four to be exact, but she started from the left.
The man on the far left remarked her muscle mass in almost every way, the only difference being an odd looking tattoo on his left arm and the fact he was a lot smaller than her. He was nude from the waist up, exposing his abs layered chest to all. Both hands adorned grey, fingerless gloves with red outlining the tips. His right hand carried an axe which she couldn't quite describe well. The axe was a simple black, with splotches of small right dots along the blade end. The axe in its entirety seemed to be comprised of a metal of sorts, though she wasn't sure what kind. His hair was lush crimson white with beautiful sunset orange eyes to boot. He grinned a feral grin but she felt comforted by it, his face very familiar. His left eye was covered by a red eye patch, which was decorated by a hammer and a drill overlapping the other in yellow colors. She knew him, but she couldn't recall him.
The figure on the inner left was a girl dressed in a traditional Japanese sailor uniform. She was all round average looking girl, except for the fact that she was floating, in the air. A ring of blue red energy was set off around her body every 2 seconds, creating a vertical ring like pattern. She found it cute.
On the inner right was the strangest of them all, in her opinion. She couldn't really describe what she was seeing, but the best words would probably be, "someone threw up the color pink, then attached eyeballs to her dress and then up chucked pink."
Course she never said the words because her eyes quickly moved themselves to the last figure, though she thought that the girl was certainly unique (I'll give a cookie 1st person who can guess who I am referring to).
The last figure was someone she thinks she used to know, but she forgot.
This forgetting is beginning to irritate her greatly. However, all good things come to those who wait, right?
Her mused were cut short when she felt the facility, no, her prison shake.
She gasped in surprise as she saw hand reach from in front of her and grab her.
She closed her eyes to braise for something, but nothing happened.
Confused, she opened her eyes only to find herself suddenly sleepy, forcing her eyelids to close once again.
She awoke to a nice feeling of comfortable bed.
She awoke abruptly, immediately taking in her surroundings. She soon relaxed when she realized that she was in home. It was still night time, and she was dressed in nothing else but a bra and panties. She stretched her neck to glance behind her, smiling sweetly as she saw the figure of her handsome husband sleeping next to her. Her husband shifted to other side, allowing her partner to get a good look at his sleeping face. His strong muscular arm suddenly draped over Terf unexpectedly and pulled her in closer, mumbling inaudible sounds, as if she could feel Terf's unease. The same man as described before slept next to her, blissfully unaware of how he slept.
Terf smiled. The dream that she had greatly bothered her, but she choose not to give it too much thought right now as she closed her eyes once more, hoping for a dreamless sleep.