(SORRY FOR THE WAIT)
This chapter is in 1st person. POV of Joy. Thank you, and bear with mistakes I make.
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Being the newbie of the group, Sarge put me on 'night' patrol. Since this planet has two suns, it's almost impossible to tell when night is, when one sun sets; the other rises. I stepped out of the air lock and to the top of the base, hearing my helmet lock, due to the air not being safe to breath for more than a minute..

I don't think I'll be the best at night patrol at this moment. I spent hours in simulations, walked home, fell from a large height, shot myself in the foot and cooked dinner, so I'm pretty exhausted. I fiddled around with my helmets settings, finding advanced options and seeing nothing interesting at the time besides the voice manipulator, which I messed with. It's like natural helium, I can even make myself sound like a guy, like Tex did on the first RvB episodes.

I had to force my eyes open, feeling them close without my permission countless times, until I gave up. My arms crossed into a comfortable position, starting to fall asleep, but then I heard a noise, scuffing of feet and voices. I opened my eyes, flinching as I was now helmet to helmet with a blue soldier.

We stood there for a second, until I broke the silence. "Hi there." I flinched at the sound of my deep voice drowning out the sound of my real voice, forgetting I messed with the voice manipulator. "What's up?"

The blue soldier backed up a bit, looking up at the sky, and now I know it's Caboose. "Oh, you know, the usual. The sky, trees, ceilings, birds-"

"Caboose, stop speaking to the enemy!" Is that Washington?

"Sorry!" Caboose ran behind Washington, who was staring at me with crossed arms and a cocked head.

"Are you a knew red soldier?" Washington asked as I got up.

"Well, I am at a red base.." I hoped he would have gotten the hint, but everything was silent after that. "Wearing red armor.." Still nothing. "I'm totally a blue.."

"Okay, I get the point." Washington then started walking away.

I ran up to him, taking his pistol (as I haven't received one yet) from his hip and pointing it to his head.

"You have the flag, don't you?"

Washington turned around, knocking the pistol out of my hands. I kicked him in the gut, making him clutch his stomach in pain and stumble backward, letting go of his rifle. I took the rifle from the ground and pointed it at Caboose's head.

"Where is it?"

"I'm not used to the reds fighting back." Washington grunted, regaining his posture. "Fine.. Caboose, go back to blue base."

"Alright Church!" Caboose gladly ran away, toward the blue base, shouting me a goodbye. "Bye new person!"

Washington then walked down the ramp, and behind the wall is where he was hiding the flag. He tossed it to me, then I tossed his weapon back to him. We stood there, in awkward silence as we stared into each others visors, not knowing what to do now, not knowing what he's thinking.

"See ya next time." Washington put his rifle away and started running, leaving me to wonder why he didn't just kill me when he got his gun back. I already know, red and blue doesn't really matter, stealing the flag is just something for them to pass the time and humiliate each other.

"Great job soldier!" I flinched, and set my voice manipulator off. "No one has ever caught the blues blue handed!"

I didn't want to question Sarge's 'blue handed' comment, instead, Simmons crossed his arms and sighed. "Yeah.. good job."

"What's the matter Simmons, new girl taking your spot as number one?" Grif taunted, earning a glare from Simmons, and a smile from me.

"If she keeps up the good work, she could replace you Simmons!" Sarge exclaimed, walking back into base like he didn't just state Simmons's nightmare.

"Good job, rookie." Simmons growled, taking my spot on night patrol.

Grif and I walked into the base together, on our way to our room he gave me tips on how to be Sarge's number one and how to beat Simmons in a fight, to mention snakes around him. "Why aren't you giving me tips on how to beat the blues?" I asked, sitting on my bed.

Grif stopped, and as if he had prepared for saying this, "If you replace Simmons, he'll whine a lot like he always does, then Sarge will be paying less attention to me! Which means: more naps."

I laughed at his laziness, if this was a simulation, the programmers probably spent way too much time in to getting their personalities and memories just right, but I think I'm convinced that this isn't a simulation. With the emotions and the reactions I am getting out of these guys, then how real everything feels: I shot myself in the foot, and not only did it hurt like I actually got shot in the foot, but everyone around acted like I thought they would.

What if the programmers at the facility were just faking that we were so un-advanced, and this is a test. But what is the test? Do I have to fight some battle between all of the soldier in this canyon? Do I have to bring them together? Tear them apart? Maybe I'll be put through a series of test, and when I finish the test, it all ends and I'm given a reward? I shouldn't be given a reward, the programmers should get a reward for making such a realistic simulation.

I closed my eyes, lying in bed, listening to Grif give me tips on how to be better then Simmons, and how they would lead to him having more naps and free time. Soon, Grif fell asleep, mumbling things about naps. I sighed, trying to get some sleep. If this was a test, I have to make sure I'm fully rested.

I didn't want to wake up, but I couldn't go back to sleep. I opened my eyes and stayed in my laying position, staring at Grif as he was still asleep, his snoring was probably loud enough to hear from the kitchen. I sighed, closing my eyes and trying to get back to sleep, hearing to door open.

"Wake up." I heard, I opened my eyes, seeing Simmons in the door, shaking Grif awake. "Wake up Grif. There is a meeting in half an hour."

"Ten more minutes." Grif grumbled and rolled over, swatting away Simmons hand. "Go wake up the new girl."

Simmons sighed, looking at me, crossing his arms then walking out of the door. Someone is jealous. My body was a little bit sore and stiff from sleeping in the armor, but it was warm and made me feel like I wouldn't get murdered in my sleep.

I stood up and stretched, walking in the main room without being noticed by Sarge and Washington, who were talking about me.

"So, Joey just fell from the sky, without any notice of arrival, and now is on your team?" Washington asked, then Sarge confirmed with a grunt, not really listening. "Isn't that a little bit too suspicious? How do we know he isn't going to surprise attack-"

"She." I sighed, making Washington and Sarge flinch and turn around to facing me. "How do we know she isn't going to surprise attack, blah blah."

"But.." Washington looked at Sarge, then back to me. "Your voice last night, and your name is Joey."

I shook my head, walking up to him and holding my hand out. He flinched, thinking I would attack him like last night. "Its Joy. And sorry for attacking you last night."

Washington took my hand and we shook. "It's alright, we're supposed to be enemy's, it's Washington." I already knew his name, due to this being the Red vs Blue world, but I went along with it.

"Sarge, should we really be conversing with the enemy?" I asked, letting go of Washington's hand.

"He is a dirty blue, and by talking with him I could get some dirty blue information!" Sarge took out his shotgun from behind his back and aimed it at Wash. "He's a hostage until I feel he should leave."

"Yeah.." Wash put his hand on Sarge's shotgun and lowered it, looking back at me. "We need to talk, later."

I raised an eyebrow under my helmet, "Why? Don't trust me?"

Washington didn't reply, instead he picked up his rifle from the ground and walked out of the base. He didn't trust me.

"Meet me in the middle of the canyon, two hours."

He left, Sarge and I exchanged looks, shrugging. I sat down in the meeting room, ignoring everything Sarge was saying, thinking about Washington. He doesn't trust me, and if he asks where I am from, I'll need a fake story. I can't lie too much, but I can't say, "Oh yeah, you all are on a show that I watch, I know almost everything about you, David!"

"JOY!" I looked up, seeing Donut wave his girly hand in front of my face. "Are you taking a nap in there?"

"No, I was just.. thinking that.. Sarge made really good points.."

Simmons stifled a laugh. "That the men's bathroom needs an automatic flusher?"

My mouth went agape. "Y-yeah, if we're in danger, you guys won't have time to reach back and flush, and.."

"It's lazier." Grif finished, shifting positions from leaning in his chair to propping his head up with his hand.

Simmons shook his head, returning his attention to Sarge.

I sighed, now Simmons must know I'm up to something. The meeting continued for what seemed like hours, until Sarge let us go.

I headed outside the base, seeing Washington waiting for me in the middle of the canyon.

Shit.

I need a fake story.

Please excuse any spelling/grammar errors I am un aware of, criticism is wanted but not needed. Thank you for reading Chapter 4.
I do not own the characters mentioned in this Chapter. I only own my character, Joy.

(SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT)