(A/N) I think this is the chapter where I begin to get the hang of how the AI works and move the story into a more coherent direction. The AI still has a lot of input, but I edited some to make sense, have inputs move the story forward and all that stuff. Don't worry, the story is still silly.
Disclaimer - This story was written with AI Dungeon just for fun, meaning that some stuff was written by me and others were written by the AI. This results in OOC moments, especially in James' case, and chaotic energy in general. It's also why my writing style is different since this is mostly AI generated.
I also do not own these franchises or their characters. Silent Hill belongs to KONAMI, Resident Evil belongs to CAPCOM, and Final Fantasy IX and NieR:Automata belong to SQUARE ENIX.
Chapter 4: Warehouse Exploration
James, Zidane and 9S entered the warehouse. James stared at the large map stretched across the wall.
It wasn't something he noticed the first time they visited, but it appeared to be of some use. Based on the map, the warehouse was two storeys tall and went much deeper than he imagined. It would be wise to check it out more thoroughly this time around.
"So what do we do first?" James asked, turning to Zidane.
"Well..." Zidane trailed off. "Looking around would be a start."
James nodded.
James, Zidane and 9S looked around the warehouse.
"Well, this is useless," James said, throwing the map across the room.
"James, we've just started looking around," 9S stated, rummaging through some boxes. "Have some patience."
James sighed. "Why do I have to prove myself to you?"
"What...?"
James, Zidane and 9S looked around some more.
"Well, let's start with the obvious," James said. "There's a door over there." James pointed.
James, Zidane and 9S walked over to the door and looked at it.
It was locked.
James took out his phone and dialed the number of the warehouse. After a few rings, an automated voice came on.
"Hello?" asked a pleasant female voice.
James cleared his throat.
"Uh, hi. I would like to visit your warehouse, please."
"That can be arranged," the woman said.
James, Zidane and 9S looked at one another.
James shrugged.
"You're aware that you've just alerted the terrorists to our location, right?" 9S sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
James turned to Zidane.
"Don't look at me," Zidane held up his hands defensively. "Where did you get the number anyway?"
James took a deep breath.
"I... I got it from the phone book," James frowned.
"I'm sorry, James, but I don't believe you," 9S said. "You have to tell us the truth."
"Yeah, I didn't see any phone book..." Zidane tapped his chin.
A door was heard opening and closing followed by heavy footsteps.
James looked at the door.
"Oh, here they come," he said nervously.
James, Zidane and 9S turned off their flashlights. James held up his arms defensively.
"It's alright," James said. "We're just here to look at some documents."
Two large men walked into the warehouse. They were heavily armed.
"You idiot..." 9S whispered under his breath.
One of the men gave a sickening grin.
"Well, that settles it," he said. "You're gonna have to come with us."
"Or what?" James challenged.
"Or we kill you."
James frowned.
"Quit the chatter and just run!" Zidane yelled, as he began to run further into the warehouse.
James and 9S turned to follow as the men began firing their weapons.
James ducked and rolled behind a large metal table. He stood up and drew his own firearm.
"I have a gun!" he yelled.
"Like we give a shit," one of the men grunted, shooting James in the shoulder.
James cried out and dropped his gun.
"James!" Zidane and 9S yelled in alarm.
"You either come quietly, or we'll shoot you all to death!" One of the men ordered.
"We're not negotiating with terrorists!" 9S snapped back.
"You don't have a choice," the unknown man smirked, as he fired a warning shot at the ceiling.
There was a moment of silence before James spoke up through his pain.
"Fine, we'll come peacefully," he finally said.
"What? Are you serious?" 9S asked in disbelief. "There's no way -" he was interrupted by the feeling of a gun pressed against his back.
"You're right, there's no way," the man growled. "Move!"
"James, are you serious?" Zidane asked, as he was being dragged away by two of the men.
James nodded, as he was dragged through the door.
James, Zidane and 9S were shoved into a large truck.
James leaned over, panting for breath.
"Are you okay?" Zidane asked.
James nodded.
"You might want to bandage that."
"That's not wise," 9S stated, inspecting the wound. "There's no exit wound meaning the bullet is still in there. We need to remove it first."
"Tie them up and gag them, I'm tired of their voices," one of the men ordered.
"Roger!" the other man saluted, before carrying out his orders.
James, Zidane and 9S were forced to their knees and zip-tied, with James leaning against the wall of the truck.
"We came peacefully, why are you tying use up?" Zidane asked bitterly.
"Shut up," the man said, gagging him before shutting the van door.
Well done, James! You've just gotten your team captured! I just realised that it didn't really make sense to have 9S, a state of the art android, get apprehended easily by a bunch of humans, but then I remembered that he's not coded to hurt humans and he doesn't have his pod. We can either use that explanation, or just blame the AI.
Improvements are appreciated, please tell me what I did right, wrong and how I can improve. If you would like, you could also favourite and follow this fic, as well as suggest areas of improvement, which I guess is the same as the first sentence. R&R and thanks for reading!
