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You've gone your whole life practically just... floating through it. You don't do much other than what's needed to survive (in the most basic form of it, anyway).
In an impulsive move, though, you've decided to move from your hometown to Torrence, where you eventually get a job as a dispatcher. What can go wrong?
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- Part 2 of Waiter! More Dispatching, Please!
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You were useful once. Useful, terrifying, violent. You were once the harvester of an illicit organ trafficking ring haunting the streets of L.A before someone snitched, destroying your portion of the operation in a bust. You were given two choices; serve your life sentence in prison or take your chance at rehabilitation for SDN. Wanting to keep your own organs in tact, you chose the latter.
And not only are your days and nights spent in reformation amongst former villains not unlike yourself, not only is your every call left in the hands of a stranger, but your cravings grow stronger. The hunger, the thirst, the unbridled lust for another's viscera deep in the crevices of your teeth, it only swells like a bruise. The blood bags are barely keeping you together anymore. It's extremely unheroic- you've vowed to stray from your past cannibalistic ways- but your body craves the warmth of another's insides.
Why were your urges so much stronger at the sight of a glass of water?
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- Part 1 of Hypotonic Blood Cells
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"You still single?" Rayo asked suddenly, taking a swig from his beer.
"What?" Chad blinked, caught off guard
"Oh c'mon, you've always been hard to lo-"
"Hey, babe," Robert interrupted smoothly, leaning over Chad's shoulder to plant a quick kiss on his cheek.
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Flambae’s insufferable ex gets added to the team, and Robert quickly realizes he can’t stand the way he treats him, so he makes a reckless decision: he pretends to be Flambae’s boyfriend.
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Robert slumps into his chair, headset half-on, the SDN bullpen still humming with the last dregs of the night shift. The coffee tastes like battery acid, but it’s the only thing keeping his eyes open.
Then the comm crackles.
“Hello, Robert.”
Phenomaman’s voice, flat as a gravestone.
“I would like to learn about intercourse from a human person.”
Robert chokes on his coffee. Why is this his life?
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- Part 1 of Dispatch NSFW Fics
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You used to live a a simple, albeit shitty, life. Then you found yourself in prison, oddly enough. You honestly thought you'd stay there.
So how exactly did you end up in Los Angeles, cosplaying as a professional hero with some of the biggest weirdos SDN could scrape up? How do you end up with the one person that had unknowingly altered your very own fate?
Well, you personally think it starts with your asshole of an Assistant Manager, Terry.