Thank you for reading up to the 2nd chapter. I'll work hard on this for you guys. This chapter is in second person.
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"Sarge! Donut's doing it again!"

"Dammit Grif, I'm busy fixing your mistakes!"

The Minor Junior Private Negative First Class in orange armour with the name of Grif sighed, for the thousandth time that day. Literally, Simmons has been counting while Sarge was fixing a robotic part on his back, which Grif accidentally shot. Simmons was counting and getting tired of his constant sighing.

"But I'm serious! We need to re-decorate the base!" The soldier in lightish red armour pleaded with his team mates, and they all disagreed. "Please? I need help with these huge packages-"

"Enough Donut!"

Simmons was about to loose it. Grif had sighed again, Lopez was saying things in Spanish, Sarge was yelling at Grif and Donut went on with the double entendres. Just as Simmons was about to snap, he noticed something hot pink falling from the sky. "Hey Sarge?"

Sarge grunted as a response and looked up at what Simmons was looking at, Sarge took acouple steps closer to the water, gasping as he figured out what it was.

"Its a red soldier!" Everyone around the base stopped arguing, and sighing, to get closer to the lake waters and look at the soldier dressed in red armour, falling from the clouds. "He'll never survive that fall!"

"Are you sure Sarge?" Donut asked, hoping it was someone with fashion tips. "What if its a girl?"

"Well, if she iss a girl and if she is a fellow red soldier it is our duty to save her!"

Simmons looked at everyone else, and knew who should go get him. "Grif should go."

"What?" Grif was way to lazy to swim out in the middle of the lake and bring back a dead body. "Why me?"

"Well, Lopez and I can't because we can't get our mechanical parts wet. You already know Sarge wont go and Donut.." Simmons thought a bit.

"I just straightened my hair! If it gets wet I'll have to do it all over again!"

Grif sighed, angering Simmons. "Fine.." Grif walked into the water, knowing he wont be able to win this argument, he never does. Luckily, as soon as he got close to him, the soldier had fallen in the water with a big splash. Grif dived under water, not having to hold his breath. The helmet was air tight and supplied him with breathable air, but he didn't know if the soldier who was slowly sinking had put on his helmet right, or if it was malfunctioning or not, so he should get him out of the water before he drowns. While Grif was doing this, Simmons took the Warthog to Blue base, where Doc was. Simmons honked the horn as he was nearing, gaining the attention of everyone inside.

"HEY BLUES!" Simmons shouted.

The blues' holographic leader, Church, was the only one who stepped outside ontop of the base and returned the shout. "WHAT DO YOU WANT REDS?" A bit angry that he was inturrupting a card game from inside.

"WE NEED DOC FOR A BIT!"

"Oh." Church stopped shouting and sent Doc down. Since Doc wasn't really Red or Blue, he sent him down without hesitation. Until he thought about it.. "Wait.. WHAT DO YOU NEED HIM FOR?"

Doc climbed into the passenger side of the Warthog and Simmons replied with a, "Some person is falling from the- I mean, SUCK IT BLUES!" And left, explaining what happened back at base to Doc.

Church was pissed and curious at the lack of an answer, and commanded one of his soldiers to check it out. "Hey Tucker!" He shouted into the base. "Go see what the Blues are doing over there."

"What!" Tucker dropped his cards, and gave Carolina the advantage of the card game. "Why me?"

Church already knew what to say, as he said this multiple times before, "They said something about a person, and you never know, it could be a chick-"

And without another word, Tucker ran on one side of the canyon and followed the Warthog. I really hope this person is a chick, and a normal one.. wait, there are no such thing as a normal chick. So one who isn't bitchy all the time and has more common sense than Caboose.

"Sarge, I took your advice and brought Doc over." Simmons kissed ass to Sarge.

"Good job Simmons!" He praised, which boosted Simmons self esteem.

"Sarge! Grif has the new guy!" Donut exclaimed, and he was right.

"Great job pointing that out, Donut!" He praised again, but Donut didn't really pay attention to him, only to who the new guy is.

Then Grif arrived on shore, one arm was holding the soldiers' side and his other arm was supporting the soldier's arm around his neck. After getting the knocked-out soldier on shore, Grif dropped her and fell to the ground. "I got him saftley to shore, sir." He huffed, out of breath from the great swim there, and the great swim back with a passenger.

"Well no shit, Sherlock.." Once, a long time ago, Grif thought that deep down Sarge actually cared for him but just didn't want to admit it. But after dealing with this, everyday.. he learnt that no one would really care. The only person he knows that slightly cares about him is Sister, and occasionally Simmons. What a life, being a dissapointment.. its pretty great because no one expects you to do things.

Behind a few rocks, Tucker was crouching and spotted the soldier, immidiatly identified her as a girl with his astounding eye sight he gained from never getting to use the sniper rifle. Hopefully she will wake up and take some of that wet armour off, bow-chicka-bow-wow.

"Doc, is he alive?" Simmons asked, hovering over the body.

Doc grabbed his scanner and went over her body with it, the technology in the helmet already told him that she was alive, and infact a girl. "She doesn't seem to be injured, just the impact from the great fall knocked her out."

Grif groaned, Donut squealed, Sarge grunted and Simmons questioned, "Its a girl?"

"Yes, and she may not wake up for awhile. Mind if I stay? I need to make sure she's prepared to handle you men-"

Tucker, just realizing what Doc had said, stood up from his position and shouted, "BOW-CHICKA-BOW-WOW!" He realized what he had done, now took a run for it. Sarge hopped in the Warthog with Simmons on the turret and chased after him; Grif, Doc and Donut stayed with the new girl.

Doc got down and checked her vitals, then stood up. "Donut, can you grab her and bring her inside-"

"But I just polished my nails! I am not about ruin them!"

Doc tried his best not to smack himself in the face and looked over at a recovering Grif. Grif already knew what Doc was about to ask him, so he picked the girl up and brought her inside. Doc opened a room down below to where the recroom was at, and let Grif placed the unknown girl on the couch. He passed Sarge's special chair and sat on the two seater, putting his feet on the table. Grif and Donut couldn't help but feel curious as Doc reached for the claspe to take off her helmet.

"Now, lets see what you look like under this-"

Before Doc could finish his sentance, a hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, he was inches away from taking off her helmet. Doc looked and saw who's hand it was, it was her. The girl got up from the couch and held Doc in the air by his throat, Grif reacted fast and took his rifle, pointing it the the girls' head.

"Drop Doc, and no one gets hurt."

The girl looked menicingly over at Grif, he took a step away in fear, giving her the perfect chance to knock the rifle out of his hand and pick him up by his throat. Next was Donut, who froze in place.

"Please.." Doc managed to get out, "We are just trying to help."

The girl felt no threat between these two, besides the orange one who pointed a gun to her head. She cautiously let them down, Doc let out a relieved sigh.

"Thanks for the help Donut." Grif sighed, getting tired of having to deal with Donut being.. Donut.

The girl just stood there, shocked at what Grif had said. He called the purple one Doc, and the pink one Donut.

She looked at Grif's side, his pistol looking very tempting right now. Being shot in the simulation hurts, but it doesn't feel like the real deal. Just as Grif turned to sit down, she grabbed his pistol. Before Grif could react, she shot herself in the foot. Everyone stood and watched as she did this, it was so sudden, and odd.

"Um.. did you just shoot yourself in the foot?" Grif asked, the girl looked over at him, trying not to cry out in pain. "No offence, but that is pretty fucking retarded of you."

Doc sighed, putting his head in his hand. His life is filled with idiots. The girl sat down while Doc took out the bullet and sealed the would, then wrapping it up in gauze.

"So, tell me why you shot yourself in the foot?" Doc asked, not really expecting an answer, as she didn't speak at all.

"Please don't tell me your a defective cyborg." Grif sighed, not only being a girl, but being simillar to Simmons too? His 'shoot myself in the foot' malfunction/phase was funny at first, but after awhile it got annoying.

The girl looked down at her foot, it was swollen a bit and stung like hell. It felt so real, and looked so realistic. There was no way this was a simulation.

"Please tell me your not a mute either, last time we dealt with a mute, he turned out to be a load of trouble, and he got me stuck in a wall for awhile."

She regularly didn't speak to the simulations, so she was hesitant to respond. Just as she opened her mouth, Sarge walked in complaining on how the 'crafty blue' got away.

"Is the new girl awake?" Simmons asked, refraining from sighing.

"Look for yourself." The girl spoke, Doc and Grif was suprised by her sudden response.

"Oh, so you don't talk to us, but you talk to the kiss-ass?" Grif shook his head in disbelief.

The girl took Grif's gun, which he forgot to take back, and aimed it at him. Grif backed up as best as he could in the chair, then Sarge came in the conversation.

"Good job soldier! Threatening a man with his own pistol!" Sarge praised, wanting her to shoot. How he knew it was his gun, she would never know.

If she knew this wasn't somehow a simulation, she wouldn't be pointing the gun at Grif. She did all of this to get reactions, emotions, something to tell her that this wasn't a simulation. But she can't kill him, and she already has the gun pointed at him. Should I be on Sarge's good side or Grif's good side?

She decided, that if this was a well built simulation, then she would see one of these guys get hurt later. Taking the gun, she flipped it so she was holding the barrel, handing him his gun back, signaling truce.

Sarge grumbled, then walked away, dissapointed in her actions. Donut approached the girl, and with a cheery voice he asked her, "What is your name?"

She was suprised in his question, marking off 'curiosity' from a list in her head. "Joy."

"I swear, Doc. She just hates us." Grif complained.

Joy growled at him, "If I hated you, then why didn't I shoot you?"

"Why the hell did you shoot yourself? Do you hate your foot?"

Joy wanted to chuckle, but she still couldn't figure out if these guys were simulations. She was dying to tell them, "I wanted to know if this was real" deciding that it would be best if she didn't say that. Instead, she changed the subject. "Where will my room be?" Joy was tired, and all she wanted right now was sleep. Before all of this, Joy spent all day in simulations, most of them included fighting, then she walked home, fell from an outstanding height and survived, and shot herself in the foot.

"Well.." Simmons spoke up, nearing her on the couch, eyeing her foot resting on the table. "Since you arrived so abruptly, we didn't have time to clear a room for you." Joy looked up at Simmons, waiting for him to make his point. "You'll have to share with someone."

"Sarge doesn't share, Doc bunks with Donut and Simmons.." Grif stopped, he was just about to share a room with a girl. As bad as that doesn't sound, he doesn't want to deal with a moody PMSing girl every day or so.

Simmons took Grifs hesitation to make up an excuse. "I am shy, and my room is filled with robotic parts. Well, I guess you're stuck with her, Grif."

Grif bitterly shown her to his room, which was a total mess. The two beds inside were pushed together, which were now being seperated by a pissed off Grif. He kicked oreo wrappers out of the way, boxes of food and empty cartons of cigarettes while moving the bed to the oppisite side of the room. Joy would help if she could, but thinking about her foot and decided it would be best if she didn't do anything to irritate the wound. After he was done moving the room around, he left her alone to her thoughts.

Please excuse any spelling errors I am un aware of, critisizm is wanted but not needed. Thank you for reading Chapter 2.
I do not own the characters mentioned in this Chapter. I only own my character, Joy.
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