This is a oneshot. If demand exists, I would not mind expanding this into a full-fledged story.
Disclaimer. I do not own Murder Drones or Yu-Gi-Oh! GX.
Weathered Gears Still Turning
Bitter cold winds whipped through the empty streets and ruins of once great buildings in what used to be a bustling city on the surface of Copper-9. Ice encrusted most surfaces such as the skeletal remains of the people who had instantly died from the planet's core collapsing as well as the remains of their cars, some of which still housing the remains of their occupants. Thick clouds blocked out most of the stars or the gas giant one could usually see in the night sky.
In short, a perfect day for the guards of Outpost-3 as they would stand vigilantly guard behind the massive doors of their bunker that were the one and only thing protecting them from the Disassembly Drones outside, who hunted down any worker drones on the planet as per their corporate's orders. JCJenson really did not like the idea of runaway AI apparently, which is why the worker drones had to barricade themselves behind those doors. Luckily enough, these doors had proven themselves to be utterly indestructible for anything the disassembly drones could throw at them... sometimes literally.
For that reason, the howling winds outside were merely background noise for the "guards", who spent most of their days busying themselves with card games to the point that the numbers on said cards slowly began to fade from constant usage.
"And that's Mau-Mau!" One of the worker drones after slamming the last card in his hand on the table with a triumphant smirk.
"... We were playing Rummy." A second drone said with a deadpan look at his colleague's reaction.
"I thought this was Poker." A third one said with a stack of chips next to him.
A fourth one said nothing while playing Solitaire.
Nevertheless, the workers quickly put the cards back together and started shuffling for the next game, while another was about to take a sip from a teacup filled with oil.
*BANG!*
Suddenly a banging noise could be heard from the door. The drones stopped what they were doing in and looked at the door.
*BANG!*
There it was again. A loud thrumming noise akin to a drum being hit as it echoed through the room.
"Hehe. Looks like those murder drones are trying to get in again." The drone with the teacup said as the others chuckled slightly. The banging continued for a few seconds then stopped. The silence in the room was deafening for a few tense seconds as the workers anticipated the familiar revving of saws or the clashing of claws against the doors. But instead, nothing happened.
"Huh? You think those guys wisened up all of the sudden?" One of the workers asked their colleagues.
"Robo-God, I hope so." Another replied as they returned to their usual shenanigangs.
*BOOM!*
That was when suddenly a loud rumbling shook the room as if something heavy had just crashed outside into the ground, causing the one drone taking a sip from his oil to sppit his drink out on the table and the one shuffling the cards to drop them all over the oil stained floor and table. The metal structure of the bunker still shook slightly as the drones jumped up from their chairs in shock.
"Uh... Probably them trying to get in with explosives. Not that it would work right?" One of them said nervously, eying the door with a bit less confidence than before.
"O-Of course not! Those murder drones just don't learn, do they? Haha..." Another laughed awkwardly as all the workers tried to play it off as just another day on guard duty.
Yet none of them laughed when a loud mechanical rumbling akin to the roar of a behemoth shook the bunker and managed to revereberate as a haunting echo inside. None of the workers knew what it was, but they knew it was not good...
*CRASH!*
A suddenly shockwave made the workers stumble as something crashed into the doors of the bunker, throwing some of them off their feet and onto the oil stained ground. But before they could get their bearings they looked in horror at the door.
The eye lights of the workers hollowed out as they saw two massive mechanical claws made of solid metal having lodged themselves in the gap between the upper and lower part of the gate. Each was easily as long and thick as one of their torsos and ended in a menacing looking sharp point. Made of solid grey metal, the workers watched in horror as they slowly began to push the gate upwards, causing a gust of cold wind to enter the first chamber. Next, a large, five-fingered mechanical hand, easily the size of a worker drone's entire body, grabbed the lower part of the gate and pushed it down slowly. The sound of the mechanism protesting at the forceful intrusion mixed with the loud turning of gears grated in their processors as they were paralyzed in fear. Yet one of them found somehow the strength to press out the words that were running through their minds at that moment.
"That... is not a murder drone."
Another stronger gust of wind caused them to shield their visors for a moment with the door now open and made the remaining cards fall to the ground as all the "guards" could do was to see out in the storm with a large humanoid figure standing there with an even larger one prying the door open. Both were obscured from sight by the blizzard with only the red glow of their singular eyes visible. The smaller of the two figures stepped in while the bigger one holding the gate open let go and the door slammed shut.
Not even a minute inside the classroom and Uzi Doorman wanted to get out already as fast as possible. It wasn't the fact that she was a social outcast or that she was constantly being either the target of gossip or bullying. No, that no longer got under her skin at all for the longest time. But overall being forced to sit in a room, surrounded by those same people while having to listen to her teacher rambling on and on about something in her opinion stupid an irrelevant was nothing short of torture to the teenage girl drone.
Uzi honestly had no clue why they were even having those classes in the first place. In fact, why DID they have classes to begin with? They were robots, for crying out loud! One would assume that whatever they needed to know could just be digitally uploaded and downloaded into their minds in an hour at worst. But no, instead she was sitting in this room packed with 20 or so other drones her age, while listening to Lizzy gossiping with her friends and Thad being the popular guy like almost every other day.
The only thing of interest she picked up from that were some rumors about an earthquake or something while she had slept.
The door to the classroom opened and the teacher walked in with the same "I'm so done with all of this" face as usual. Whether that was the result of years of teaching rowdy children or just him being himself, Uzi didn't know nor care.
"Ah right class..." The teacher said as unenthusiastic as ever while walking to his desk. "The school apparently hired a substitute teacher and they will be observing class as to get a first impression of the student body." This peaked some mild interest in some of the students. They pretty much all knew one another as living in a bunker tended to do. Immediately, the students looked at one another and whispered, speculating on who that new teacher could be or if it was one of the student's parents or someone else.
Uzi honestly hoped it was NOT her dad. She already heard enough about him rambling on about doors back home...
Then the conversations died at once as they could all heard it... well more like felt it. A loud thumping sound resonated through the ground accompanied with the familiar ticking of gears grinding and biting into one another. As well as metal scraping against the metal walls of the hallways outside. Whatever it was, something large was moving through that bunker and judging by the volume and intensity of it, it was coming closer. Some students looked with hollowed eye lights at the door leading outside, whereas others held their ears shut to block out the loud sounds of metal screcching in protest. The only one who didn't visibly react like them was the teacher, who merely looked at the door with a bored expression.
The sounds stopped for a second as something large blocked the view outside of the room and into the hallway through the small window of the door. Followed by a dull clanking noise of something banging against it.
"Come in..." The teacher groaned while prompting his head up with one hand. A second later, the door opened to reveal... a leg. Not quite like one of the worker drones, but rather a solid old fashioned leg made of brownish-grey and old metal. In short it looked rather simplistic and somehow the loud grinding of gears turning filled the air. There was a moment of awkward silence for a second anyone spoke up.
"Uhm... Teach? Is that..." Thad didn't get to finish that sentence when all of the sudden a large arm grabbed the upper side of the door framed and pulled the metal up. The wall protested with loud screeching and groaning, yet it was simply opened like a sardine can. Sparks of exposed and broken wires temporarily burst to live only to die down immediately and the lightning in the room suddenly shut down. Some students panicked and scooted away from the door, others jumped up and moved to the opposite side of the room. Uzi like a few others remained seated in shock as she looked with hollowed eye lights at the place where the door used to be. The only light in the room was now shown by a lamp at the teacher's side dividing the room in two, yet none could see the door.
Then a single menacingly red glowing light appeared. No, it didn't appear. It ducked beneath the newly made hole in the wall as it slowly entered the room near the ceiling. Sparks of electricity illuminated the figure for split seconds as it moved its bulk inside. Metal scraped against its sides as it did so, filling the room with screeching noises for a second, accompanied by the relentless ticking of gears and the stomping of heavy footsteps. The being eventually reached the teacher's side right in front of the students as the lights snapped back on, which didn't stop the startled students to look at the imposing figure while the teacher just looked utterly disinterested in the massive destruction of property caused by its entry.
Standing there about twice as tall as an ordinary human or worker drone was a metal construct that looked both old and imposing. In a way it reminded Uzi of some history drawings from some human history books and a select few anime characters. The whole body looked like it was constructed of old and dented metal parts, which had turned slightly brownish from their age. Most imposingly was the fact that around its thin sticklike legs, four long plated were installed akin to a skirt, while on the back three plated formed something akin to a cape. The head was essentially a helmet with a single spike on it and two gears sat on its shoulders next to it, overall giving it an appearance like a general or some other high level military figure. The helmet only had one red glowing eye on the left side while three gear took up the space where the mouth and right eye would be.
The strangest addition to this design was perhaps the silver spherical piece in its chest attacked to a long and curved blade like plate reaching all the way up to the left shoulder.
Anyone with somewhat of a sensibility could tell that this thing was in fact NOT a worker drone. Not something everyone in the bunker did have...
"So, this is your new substitute teacher, Mr. Crowler. He'll be taking over when I'm not around or something..." The teacher droned on as the construct turned its menacing gaze to him.
"Excuse you, did you just call me Mister?" It said in a slightly lighter tone than one would expect as the two horizontal gears in its "mouth" turned slightly and the red glow seemed to intensify, whilst the five fingered hands slightly clenched together. The teacher merely shrugged.
"Did I get it wrong or..." He was cut off as the newcomer huffed unimpressed at the fellow teacher and his attitude.
"That is still Doctor Crowler to you. I have you know that I do in fact have a PhD. Now then..." He said before turning his attention towards the students who looked up at him... literally since he had to slightly crouch to fit into the room and not scrape the ceiling with his helmet. He scanned the room with his singular eye, looking at each of the students before clearing his throat. "As your teacher just said, I'm Dr. Vellian Crowler and from today I've been hired as a substitute by your faculty. As such I will not tolerate any nonsense from the lot of you." He said. The class remained silent at this as if anticipating something, but Crowler didn't pay them any mind at all. Instead, he turned his attention to the teacher once more who gestured to a lone desk at the side of the room.
"Oh right, we didn't have seats your size..." The teacher said before Crowler merely walked over, pushed the desk and chair away with his hand, causing a loud scraping noise as the legs slid over the floor and then simply sitting down. There was an awkward silence before Dr. Crowler made a hand gesture for the teacher to continue with his lesson.
"...so Doc, are you..." A student sitting close to him was about to ask in a hushed tone, but Crowler silenced them with a glare.
"Any questions unrelated to your tasks will wait until the end of class. Now look forward and pay attention." He simply said, before turning his own head back to the class. The student in question just shut up and snapped their head towards the teacher going on about the same boring topics as usual.
Meanwhile, Uzi and a lot of other students shared one thought.
School had just become a bit more interesting. Not a lot to actually pay attention to the lesson but something else.
Outside the bunker, the blizzard had finally calmed down and the clouds had swept over the sky. The storm had left behind a thick layer of new snow on the ground, covering most of the ground and abandoned cars in the streets if not completely burying them underneath. However, the storm had more or less been the lesser evil as it had kept a group of certain individuals from roaming the desolate place.
Standing on top of one of the dilapidated skyscraper's rooftops was a disassembly drone. Slightly taller than a worker drone with a hat on its white-haired head and wearing a coat, it stood at the edge of the structure like a bird of prey perched as it observed its surroundings. Or rather that was what it was usually like. Instead, he stood there, looking at the entrance of Outpost-3 with a hollowed eye lights. Even his tail with its yellow glowing syringe-like stinger filled with nanite acid was lax on the ground as Serial Designation N tried to make sense at what he was seeing.
"Hey, did you freeze on the spot or is something the matter?" A second disassembly drone said as it descended from the skies. Bladed wings folded onto her back as V looked down. The female disassembly drone was physically a bit different from her male counterpart, namely that she was slightly shorter and her legs were more akin to stilts. Like N, she wore a coat and had white hair. And then her smiled faded as she saw what he was looking at. "What the-"
"Hey what are you two doing?" Then a third one joined the other two on the roof. This one was another girl, but her longer white hair was tied in pig tails at either side of her head. J, the leader of the squad, frowned at the lack of a response from her two subordinates. Usually she'd have just chewed out N for being an idiot, but V was pulling an N on her as well it seemed.
"Okay what are you gawking at? Did N infect you with his stupidity or whaaaaa..." J's jab at N died in her throat as she saw what the two were looking at.
The roof overlooked the entrance of Outpost-3 quite well, meaning that whatever would leave it would immediately be out in the open with no real way of hiding from them. However, the trio was looking at something bizarre. Right in front of the bunker doors was a track of massive footprints with each foot easily large enough to fit a tank under them. Whatever had made those stops had also compacted away the snow beneath them, leaving nothing but large imprints in the ice that revealed the crushed remains of some drones they had killed a long time ago there and had been buried under the ice.
Wordlessly, the three deployed their wings and swooped down to take a closer look. Snow crunched under their feet as they landed, looking around the area. Obviously there was the truly massive footprints in the snow that just appeared out of seemingly nowhere and barely did a few steps before stopping in front of the bunker. However, they also spotted a smaller pair of footprints. They were still too large for a worker drone and the trail lead away from the armoured doors into the city from where it had apparently come from. Whatver had left the tracks had clearly come from somewhere and apparently gone inside the bunker as the steps stopped right at the door.
"What in the corporate's name?" J said to no one in particular. N pocked the large footprints with his claws, scratching the compacted ice with the bladed digit.
"So uhm... what now?" He asked as V looked around the door as if looking for a way in. All she spooted though was two places were the door was slightly deformed as if something had pried the door open. It was unfortunately not enough to try and pry it open herself as she tried to squeeze her fingers between the gaps and failed.
"Let's get back to the Spire. We still have a quota to fulfill. This means you N." J said before she took off with V right behind her. N then noticed something on the ground. A strange brown card. Picking it up and flipping it over he saw a picture of a mechanical, serpentine creature and a name printed at the upper corner.
"Cyber Dragon. Huh, looks kinda cool." N mused with a small smile.
"N! Get back here already or I won't let you drink oil for a week." J's voice warned over the wind picking up. N's eyes hollowed out a bit at this, recalling the last time J had left him on little oil reserves.
"COMING!" He quickly shouted as he put the card away into his pocket and took off after his squadmates. He flew past a scowling J with her arms crossed before she too flew towards the spire of drone corpses they had made once more.
'Whatever it was that had done this somehow had made its way into the bunker.' Was a thought that did not leave her alone. And for some reason, J had a feeling that it did not bode well for them if those barely sentient toasters got their hands on something like that.
Class was a drag and that was wording it politely and generously.
'How does this guy even hold his own job, let alone acquire it in the first place?' Crowler couldn't help but think as even he had to fight off the urge to just doze off as he had listened to the drone literally droning on and on about the subject of the lesson. Human existentialism. In itself not a bad topic at all, but with a teacher as incompetent and disinterested as him Crowler could tell why some students had truly abysmal grades.
Instead he read some of the things plastered on the walls. Some was typical school things one would expect from any learning faculty. Others were signs meant to instill some sort of humor like a piece of paper with 'Be' written in the center and surrounded by sticky notes reading things like 'Nice', 'Fearless' or (somewhat disturbingly to him in particular) 'Violently Opposed To Biological Life'. Overall useless things to him, but it still made him think.
How exactly did he get here? All he recalled was suddenly waking up in this body in the middle of this frozen hellscape. It would be a lie if he said that he had not been spooked more than once by the skeletons standing in the streets or sitting in their cars, though he of course would never admit to that either. He also did observe what the so called worker drones called the murder drones from afar. And yes, they were quite frightening to behold as they tore apart some worker drones. The best he could describe them was psychotic or at least the one of the three that was laughing while shoving some drone's entrails into their mouth while ripping them apart. One of the few times that Vellian Crowler was glad to no longer have a stomach.
Speaking of which, while his body was clearly an Ancient Gear monster and did resemble him aestheically in one way or another, getting used to said body was still a drag in itself. It was as if most of his senses were numbed yet also enhanced in one way or another. Also, it did not help that he was now about twice the height he used to be akin to that of an Ancient Gear Solider or Ancient Gear Engineer, making moving around a bit troublesome.
In the end, Crowler could do nothing but roll with the punches that life had dealt him. Which is why he headed to the bunker the other worker drones had tried to reach. And speaking off... they were rather accepting (to an almost comical degree) about the fact that Crowler just introduced himself as a doctor after breaking in and immediately hired him. Apparently, there was a shortage on teachers.
Now he could see why that was as even he was having trouble to stay awake for the lecture.
Moreover, the teacher was actually the first person to leave the classroom through the "newly-made door" that Crowler had torn into the wall when he had entered. It wasn't the end of the lesson though, but rather a few more minutes were left that the faculty wanted to use for their newest hire to acquaint himself with the students...
Which now left Crowler to deal with the remaining students, who certainly were both intimidated by his imposing stature and curious about him as a newcomer.
"Fine then, let's see what he has left for notes on the subject then..." Crowler sighed as he made his way to the teacher's desk and pick up some papers only to find them completely empty. He would have blinked in confusion at this if he was capable of doing so, but no matter how he turned or flipped the pages, they were all empty. Putting them back down, Crowler felt a growing headache as he facepalmed. "Just what is this..." He muttered to himself before turning to the students.
"So uhm... Mr. C." Thad tried to engage as Crowler's head snapped towards the drone in question with his eye glaring down at him, immediately being reminded of a certain HERO using slacker of a student by Thad's tone.
"That's Doctor Crowler to you, young man." The holder of the doctor title in dueling said, causing Thad to deflate slightly in his seat. With a sigh, he then stood in front of the class. "Very well. Since your teacher doesn't seem to have prepared any additional materials for your lesson, it would seem that I need to familiarize with the sad lot of you." A collective groan of protest rang through the room at the thinly veiled jab at the class. "Starting with you, you lout." Crowler then pointed at Thad.
"Me? Name's Thad. And I-" Thad started in his usual laid-back persona only to be cut off by the new teacher.
"I didn't ask for your life story. Next."
For the next 5 minutes the Crowler familiarized himself with the names and faces of his new students. Standard teacher things and organizing his thoughts on who might need to get expelled or not based on their tone, behaviour during class and some notes the teacher had actually left on their grades. After the a while the last ones were done, he spotted two girls talking about something in the back.
"Is there something you two would want to share with the class, Lizzy, Doll?" He asked slightly angered at seemingly not taken seriously.
"No, nothing." Lizzie said with the same laid-back tone that Thad (and by extension that lousy good-for-nothing slacker Jaden Yuki) had put up. Crowler turned his head to Doll who looked stoically back at him.
"Нет, ничего. (No, nothing.)" Doll eventually replied.
"Тогда молчи. Ты ещё в классе. (Then keep quiet. You are still in class.)" Crowler replied in Russian, catching most of the students offguard before suddenly a new voice cut in.
"There you are!" A male voice cut in as the whole class turned around and saw none other than Uzi's father, Khan Doorman stand in the hole of the wall. Khan was not all that different from other worker drones aside from the fact that he wore a mustache, but even Crowler had seen his face on more than one billboard with captions like 'Doors are like my real children... What do you mean that doesn't make any sense?'
"Dad what are you-" Uzi felt the embarrassment shoot through her head as she looked at her father seemingly have a mental breakdown.
"MY DOOR!" He shouted as he looked in despair at the hole he was standing in... And immediately Uzi went back to being annoyed at her father.
"Ugh... Of course, it's about the door." She said rolling her eyes at the sight of her father petting the wall where classroom's door had been before. Then he turned to Crowler.
"First you scratch up my door to the outside that keeps us all safe from those murder drones and now you break down more of my doors. I do not know where you came from or what you did back there, but those doors are sacred!" Khan said, pointing accusingly at Crowler, who merely looked down at the shorter man. Meanwhile, Uzi slammed her head against her desk, wanting to die right that moment, until she realized what her father had said.
'Wait, scratch up the door?' She wondered.
'Great, now what? It's not exactly my fault this place is as small as it is...' Crowler thought to himself before an idea came to mind with a lightbulb flickering on above his head. "Your door was shoddy at best." Crowler said with his arms crossed, smiling on the inside. "I had to literally tear my way into this room. If anything, it says a lot more about you than me. So much for being the best doorsmith in this place." If he could smile or smirk, he'd be fighting it a lot at this moment. Luckily, he didn't so all he had to do was to keep his voice somewhat even.
"Excuse you?!" Khan took great offense at that. "I have you know I have been the best of my class in engineering before those things out there appeared." He shook slightly at his craftsmanship being put into question.
"Oh really? Are you sure you weren't the only one who could do so and that's why you are the best at what you do here?" Crowler asked with a smirk in his voice. "I certainly have seen better work."
"Ha! I could easily build the best door you've ever seen." Khan boasted with his own arms crossed.
'Hook, line and sinker.' Crowler thought to himself. "Then why don't you go and build a bigger and better door then so that people don't have to tear holes into the walls?"
"Oh, I will. I'll show you what my doors are made off. Just you wait!" With that Khan stomped off. Uzi and the other students blinked a bit in silence, before Crowler made his way towards the "exit".
There was a moment of silence in the room.
"Hey, did the new teacher just make Uzi's dad make a door to accommodate him?" One of the students asked another. No one answered them though when the bell signalling the end of class rang and the students quickly left, throwing glances at the giant of a substitute teacher. Crowler didn't say anything to them for goodbyes as the students quickly made their way back home or scattered off into their friend groups for some afternoon activities. Uzi gave him one last look before heading home, wondering about what her father had said.
Once he was all alone, Crowler let out a sigh he didn't know he held. One hand wandered to the spherical central part of his chest, opening a hidden compartment from which he fished out a deck of cards. Compared to his now much larger form, he should barely be able hold the deck with his fingers without dropping it. Still he somehow could as if the cards magnetized to his much larger fingers. Gently he put the deck down on the table, before drawing the first card from his deck, revealing it to be Ancient Gear Golem.
"Well looks like I at least got that much." He said as he looked throught the cards of his deck, before he accidentally bumped into the table, sending some cards and the other teacher's utensils tumbling to the ground. Biting back an insult at his newfound clumsiness due to his altered body height, Crowler quickly started picking them up again. When he was about halfway done, he heard approaching footsteps. He most definitely did not want to have a conversation as to why he had a bunch of cards from a game likely no one even knew that looked like him. Just in time, he stored the cards back in his chest and turned to the exit to see a certain Russian drone looking up at him. "Hello again Doll, did you forget something in the classroom?" Crowler asked.
"Нет. Хан сказал мне, что какие-то трутни из WDF хотят, чтобы ты показал свою каюту. По этому коридору. (No. Khan told me that some drones of the WDF want you to show you your quarters. Down that corridor.)" The purple-haired drone replied, pointing in the general direction of where the WDF would be waiting.
"Ah I see. Спасибо.(Thank you.) Now if you will excuse me..." Crowler then made his way out of the room, careful as to not bump into anyone or anything else, before he turned towards where his supposed quarters were meant to be, while his body scraped against the walls of the bunker ever so slightly.
Once gone, Doll's stoic face turned into a frown. She knew something was going on and she did not trust this supposed 'substitute teacher' or 'doctor' whatsoever. As she was about to go, she noticed a single card on the ground behind some knocked over cup and pens. Picking it up, she brought it closer to her orange coloured eyes for inspection.
"Древний Голем-Механик... Он немного похож на него. (Ancient Gear Golem... It looks kinda like him.)" With that she looked back at the hole in the wall that her new teacher had disappeared through with narrowed eyes.
Also for anyone who has not caught on, Crowler here is in the form of the one card that was designed based on him, Ancient Gear Commander. I took like one look at this monster and thought to myself "Yup. Making a story with Crowler of all people." I just lacked a series to put him into as a giant mechanical Duel Monsters card...
And then Murder Drones happened.
Now, I get that Crowler might not be the best fit for a series with killer robots fighting one another somewhere in space while an eldritch abomination threatens all of humanity and drones out there. Like he'd probably the first person to run and hide like Khan. Furthermore, Ancient Gear Commander is not a frontline soldier like some of the other Ancient Gear monster cards. However, he certainly fits as a teacher of highschoolers and more of a supportive character to the cast as I mostly recall him for his duels against Chumley and Bonaparte, both times where he was actually more on the side of the cast than opposed to them like at the start of the series.
That and the idea sounded funny in my head. Also, yes, N gets the Cyber Dragon. At the very least, I'd also plan on including the Cyberdark cards, but I'm not quite sure which one would get them. Still trying to figure out what to give Doll... (Also prior to this, I didn't know that Yu-Gi-Oh! did not have Russian translations for its cards like it does for German or French.)
Will there be duels? Maybe. Against the Absolute Solver? Probably not.
Just to be clear, I used the Google Translator for the Russian parts, since classes for it were unfortunately taken out of the school's plan before I enrolled high school due to a lack of qualified teachers. So, if I got anything wrong, I just want to say to any Russian speaking members of the audience that I'm very sorry for any mistakes. It is nothing personal or out of disrespect for the language.
Finally I just want to remind you that this is more or less a one-shot at this point. If people actually get interested, I would like to expand this into a real story. So if you are interested just put it down in the reviews or just write down some suggestions what you might want to see in this story.
With that out of the way, have a nice day.