Chapter Text
Prologue
Administrative Wing
The Commander’s Office
Dim red emergency lights illuminated the chaos of the Commander’s office and the silhouette of the disgraced, grieving mother at the heart of it all. The body of her deranged husband - Commander Elias - laid dead before her. The bloodstained M1905 pattern bayonet that claimed his life stuck out from his chest.
A few minutes ago, the Commander struggled for his life when his lovely wedded wife pinned him to the floor and stabbed him through the heart. He kicked and screamed and flailed about helplessly for a minute or so, but the vengeful mother held him down and kept her bayonet buried in Elias’ chest. She held the blade with just enough force to draw blood and prolong his suffering, turning every labored breath he drew into hell on earth.
Shock from the stab stole his consciousness within a minute. The light of life faded from his eyes in another minute after that. The grieving mother watched the final moments of her husband’s life tick away until he drew his last breath.
The deed was done, she told herself.
Elias was dead.
She got her revenge, but the pain in her mechanical heart remained.
Her beloved daughter FNC was also forever lost.
All of the murderous intent that forced Springfield’s hand started to retreat like waves that had crashed into a treacherous, rocky shore. It left her with a harrowing emptiness that gripped her mechanical heart and a realization that quickly dawned upon her.
She committed a crime - a crime that G&K would not forgive.
Just like her husband said, she would be a hunted woman - and so would WA and the rest of the dolls of Echelon 8. Her faith in G&K was thoroughly shaken and she was sure that Miss Helian wouldn’t see the truth from her ivory tower either.
On top of that all, Elias erased the neural cloud backups of WA and the dolls who contracted Parapluie from G&K systems. The ability of those dolls to restore themselves in new bodies were taken away from them. Now, they were due to experience death as humans do.
A great, permanent unknown.
For Springfield however, her own death couldn’t come quickly enough.
She was tired - tired of the life she had led - tired of the false smiles she wore - tired of the masks she had to hide behind. All those masks were torn away from Springfield, leaving her with an overwhelming emptiness. In the abyss of her own heart, only a single desire remained - to join her beloved adopted daughter in death.
That would be the last solace that she has before she ceases to exist.
Drawn to this somber thought, Springfield stood up where she knelt on the bloodstained floor. She picked up the empty revolver that her dead husband left on the desk and then went around to his drawers. There, she found a box of .38 Special ammunition.
Springfield felt the weight of each of the bullets as she slotted them into the cylinder one by one. When the cylinder was full, she set it back into position with a decisive click.
Armed with the weapon that killed her daughter, Springfield drew heavy breaths. Her mechanical heart was beating hard against her chest as she raised the gun and pressed it against the side of her head.
She closed her eyes and looked back to the eight months of her ‘life’, searching for moments of happiness that she could cling onto. If she was going to die, Springfield wanted to send herself off with a happy memory.
As she was doing so, the faces of the T-Dolls of her station who looked up to her and relied on her surfaced in the eye of her mind. The memories she shared with them were precious yet bittersweet.
Then, she saw a pale phantom of FNC facing her in the abyss.
That phantom looked straight into Springfield’s eyes and repeated FNC’s last words,
“ Onee-sama… help me, please! I… don’t want to die .”
Those words drew Springfield from out of the abyss and gave her a sharp moment of clarity. Grave injustices had been done onto FNC and the girls of Springfield’s station.
But when all was said and done, FNC wanted to live.
As Springfield realized this, the timeless record player in the Commander’s office stirred on its own as if on schedule. It carefully turned the vinyl record over from Side A to Side B and then set the needle down once more. A familiar Aretha Franklin song started to play.
Even though the alarm sirens blared in the station, Springfield heard the song clearly and knew it’s title by heart.
“It’s Only A Paper Moon.”
Springfield whispered to no one in particular. It was one of her favorite songs - and it was also the song that Mastermind sang to her when she contracted Parapluie.
That song sparked a hope in her mechanical heart. Perhaps there was still something she could do.
Until she knew for certain that she had done everything she could, Springfield knew that she would never find peace.
She wanted to grant her daughter’s wish - even if it meant going to hell.
Possessed by that thought, Springfield lowered the revolver and holstered it on her sash. She then stepped over her dead husband’s body and went over to FNC’s corpse.
The grieving mother knelt down and gently closed the Belgian’s terrified, albeit blank eyes. Then, she carefully held her dead daughter in her arms, cradling her as if she was still alive.
Springfield lifted FNC’s body off of the bloodstained floor and let the Belgian’s cold blood and oil soak into her clothes. A pained yet motherly smile then formed on her lips as she whispered to the corpse in her arms,
“It’s okay, FNC-chan. Onee-san… I mean… Okaa-san is here for you. Mommy is here for you. I’ll never leave you alone again. Okay?”
With that, Springfield carried FNC out of the Commander’s office and into the darkness of the hall.
Administrative Wing Annex
Station Brig
Isolation Block K, Cell 11
Architect sat quietly on a cushioned bench at the corner of her cell and leaned back against the concrete wall as she took a moment to rest.
When pandemonium broke out in the station a little while ago, M14 promptly interrogated Architect, demanding to know what in the world was going on. Architect, however, was just as lost as her twin-tailed jailor.
So, it turned into a fruitless interrogation. Architect said that she didn’t know anything about the alarm, but M14 refused to believe her. The junior American doll quickly grew impatient and stormed out of the Isolation Block in frustration. She took her namesake rifle with her and decided that she ought to find answers on her own.
That left Architect under the close watch of M14’s two remaining dummies - identical copies of the rifle doll who patrolled the premises with their weapons in hand.
Once she was alone again in her cell, Architect rubbed her chin and pondered.
If M14 was as lost as Architect thought she was, then the ringleader started to wonder if her past was finally catching up to her. She couldn’t help but feel like Agent- the doll she idolized once upon a time - was sending a strike force to permanently shut her up. Architect figured that Agent didn’t want the secrets of the Jupiter Cannons to fall into the hands of Griffon HQ - but that didn’t explain why Agent deemed her to be expendable.
In any case, without her hybrid gun-and-rocket weapons system handy, Architect was just like any other unarmed doll: sheep meant to be slaughtered by SF assassins. The captive ringleader scoffed at the idea of being killed off by a lowly SF Vespid doll - or even, perhaps, an armored Dinergate.
Architect glanced at the dummies of her jailor and thought out loud,
“I wonder if Miss Hothead Twin-tails will protect me.”
The two dummies turned their heads towards Architect, but gave no reaction to her musing. Architect clicked her tongue. She was sad that her joke fell flat on the dummies, but that joke was also half-meant.
After all, she did feel a sliver of sympathy for her jailor. More importantly, Architect didn’t want to die.
As Architect was pondering about how she would be killed, the two M14 dummies suddenly stopped their patrols mid-stride. The both of them then dropped down face first at just about the same time.
That sight startled Architect at first, but she quickly noticed that the two dummies were still moving. One of them even started to snore.
The two dummies were still alive, but they were forced into a sudden slumber somehow. Architect furrowed her brow and deduced,
“Electronic Warfare…?”
The lights in the Isolation Block then flickered wildly for a moment, forcing Architect to wince and shield her eyes. When the lights settled down, however, the ringleader felt a presence beyond the bars.
Her bright pink eyes darted left and right and scanned the Isolation Block, searching for that presence. However, at first glance, she couldn’t find anybody there.
Then, a wave of distorted light stirred before Architect’s eyes and moved towards her. That wave then rose and revealed a curious figure beneath it - the adjutant of the station.
Springfield.
The adjutant was wearing her five-star thermoptic camouflage cape like a cloak that shrouded her presence. However, Springfield was also carrying the corpse of the Belgian doll called ‘FNC’.
Even though FNC was the one who was dead, Springfield herself looked much worse for wear. Hardly any of the regal poise that Springfield carried with her even in battle remained. The proud, immaculate adjutant hung her head low and was stained in blood that wasn’t her own.
She was but a shadow of her former self.
This decimated Springfield cradled FNC with one hand and kept her mostly under the veil of her cape. On the other hand, the doll wielded a peculiar .38 Detective Special revolver and aimed it at the ringleader.
Architect regarded the weapon and the devastated doll that held it and then sighed,
“You know, Miss Adjutant, I was expecting that Agent would be the one to come and kill me. Looking at you now, though, we’re not too far off from that - are we?”
A frown then formed on her lips when she watched FNC’s corpse. It gave her a good idea of what was truly happening in the station. So, with a rare sliver of sympathy, Architect spoke,
“Condolences.”
“I don’t give a damn about your condolences, Architect.” Springfield promptly lashed, speaking with much more venom than she normally did, “I want you to tell me where I can find her. I want you to tell me where I can find Dreamer!”
Architect’s token sympathy vanished as soon as Springfield said that name. The captured ringleader leaned back against the concrete wall and folded her arms as she warned,
“I think you may have to rethink your plan, Miss Adjutant. Dreamer’s a cunning bitch - as I’m sure you already know. Griffin dolls or SF dolls - Dreamer doesn’t care. She’ll use them like pawns to get what she wants.”
“I’m well aware.” Springfield spat impatiently, “But she has something that I need - and I’m not going to rest until I get it.”
The adjutant then looked straight into Architect’s eyes and offered,
“Name your price, ringleader. I can break you out of here if you want.”
A curious smirk then formed on Architect’s lips as she considered the offer,
“You’re really desperate aren’t you?”
Springfield furrowed her brow and lashed,
“Don’t test me, ringleader! Name your price and be done with it!”
Architect heaved a sigh and then crossed her legs. The captive ringleader then revealed,
“I’m not exactly in a rush to head back to Sangvis Ferri, you know. Agent’s going to want me dead - and I’m pretty sure she’ll let Dreamer run some god-awful experiments on me. Hell, she might even stick my core in that damn Dinergate project of hers. So, I’m perfectly happy to stay put here like the good girl that I am.”
She then faced Springfield earnestly and made her request,
“All I want from you is a small favor, Miss Adjutant. If ever you come across Gager and Executioner - I want you to tell them that I won’t be coming back to SF.”
“Very well - you have my word. Is that all?”
Architect nodded. She then glanced at the two sleeping dummies on the Isolation Block floor and added,
“I really feel like if we all met in a different time and a different circumstance, all of us might have been able to be friends.”
Springfield regarded the oddly earnest Architect and advised,
“But we have to play with the cards that are dealt to us in life.”
Architect nodded again and then looked up to Springfield with a determined expression,
“That said, Miss Adjutant, listen closely. If you want to find Dreamer, then this is what you have to do.”
Recreational Quarters
Outside the Cafe Springfield
WA’s breath fogged up before her eyes as she rushed down the cobblestone path through the dormant garden of the Cafe Springfield. Snow continued to fall from the cloudy night sky as WA desperately searched for Springfield and FNC. However, her hope was muted.
Images of the horrifying scene in the Commander’s office lingered in her mind in stark contrast to the white canvas of snow that was accumulating in the garden under the pale moonlight.
They made the German rifle doll reach for her red crocheted scarf as she thought out loud,
“Where the hell are you, Spring!?”
As WA lamented her situation, the snowstorm of Area S05 intensified, forcing the German to take shelter. She retraced her steps back to the front door of the Cafe Springfield and hid beneath its small awning.
WA tried to open the door, but it was still locked. A quick glance through the windows also showed her that there was nobody inside.
The Cafe Springfield was empty.
Weighed down by her worries, WA was just about to give up hope when she heard heavy-set footsteps coming through the snow-swept garden. Those footsteps drew the German doll’s attention and she turned around to search for the source of the sound.
She found a figure obscured by the illusions of the thermoptic camouflage cape. Had it not been for the footsteps the figure left on the snow, WA would never have found her. More than that, that one glance was all that WA needed to recognize her.
So, the German rifle doll exclaimed,
“Spring!”
WA rushed out from the protection of the cafe’s awning and braved the intensifying snowstorm to greet Springfield. She wanted to hold the adjutant in her arms and bask in her warmth again.
When WA approached the figure, however, she found that Springfield already had somebody else in her arms - the lifeless body of FNC.
The German rifle stopped in her tracks as a wave of sorrow rose and crashed against her unprepared mechanical heart. She was shaken to the core by the sight of the grieving Springfield and the dead doll she carried.
The scene she found in Commander Elias’ office finally made sense, but a myriad of questions still surfaced in WA’s mind. Her aching heart, however, held her tongue. She couldn’t speak.
She couldn’t even breathe.
Springfield trod slowly through the snow as she watched her protege’s remorse and deduced,
“You saw what happened in the Commander’s office, no?”
WA clenched her fists and sheepishly nodded.
The adjutant then stopped before WA and bluntly reported,
“Elias deserved to die, WA-chan. That cruel man queued us up for dismantlement and deleted our neural cloud backups. After that, he killed FNC-chan and rigged the Repair Bay machines to murder G36 and the others on the operating table. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he was planning to have you subdued - and he was going to rape you for getting involved with me.”
WA’s aching heart sank deeper now that she understood the truth. She never would have thought that a human commander would go to such lengths to hide his crimes.
Permanent death.
Ceasing to exist.
A point of no return.
Those were concepts that WA never thought about in the past.
As a T-Doll, she always held onto the hope that she could be restored to a new body if she fell in battle. Her neural cloud backup could just be uploaded into a new WA2000 unit and she would carry on without a second thought.
This new reality quickly weighed upon WA, extinguishing any hope that she may have held in her heart. At a loss for what else to do, WA helplessly lamented,
“If our backups are gone, Spring… then FNC-chan is gone. She’s gone forever - so why are you still carrying her around like this?”
Springfield shook her head and then revealed,
“That may not be the case, WA-chan. You see, when FNC-chan and I were caught in Dreamer’s trap, the ringleader was able to reconstruct my neural cloud as well as FNC-chan’s.”
As she continued to speak, Springfield held FNC tighter and the tone of her voice seemed strange,
“That’s why my daughter is still alive, WA-chan. She’s not in G&K anymore, but she’s there - waiting for me to wake her up.”
Springfield’s words were sweet and motherly as always, but it teetered on the edge of an unhealthy obsession.
‘Daughter?’ thought the German rifle doll.
When did Springfield start calling FNC her daughter?
None of this sat well with WA, so she sharply protested,
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Spring. I don’t know if Parapluie managed to break through my quarantine, but you have to snap out of this! What you’re thinking of doing - that’s practically suicide! There’s no telling if you’ll find Dreamer - let alone help you as well! This might all be a bug she planted in your mind to lure you into a trap!”
Springfield patiently listened to WA, but she was already determined to find the SF ringleader. The disgraced adjutant then spoke in a fatalistic tone,
“If Dreamer kills me, then I will accept my fate. That will be better than languishing in an Isolation Block while waiting for execution orders from Miss Helian’s ivory tower.”
She then wore a self-deprecating smile and added,
“Plus, if I leave, then you will have a scapegoat for what happened here tonight. You can make the case that I’ve been plotting to kill Elias all this time and that you were coerced into helping me do so. That will get you and Echelon 8 off the hook - and they won’t be tried for crimes they didn’t commit.”
Tears started to form at the sides of WA’s eyes. She shook her head fervently and adamantly refused Springfield’s plan with all of her heart. WA raised her voice and demanded,
“So this is what you want to do, Spring? You want to be a martyr?
“I wish there was another way, WA-chan. I really do. However, I cannot sit still while knowing that there may still be a way to save my daughter - to save FNC-chan.”
WA then laid her hand over her mechanical heart and bargained,
“Then… then take me with you, Spring! Didn’t I say that if there’s anything I can do to help you with - I won’t hesitate to do so! If you’re going to find Dreamer, then…”
“I can’t take you with me, WA-chan - as much as I want to.” Springfield interrupted with remorse, “Haven’t I already told you that I can’t lose someone as important as you to Sangvis Ferri tricks?”
“I know what you said, Spring. But what, then, do you want me to do!?”
Springfield then looked straight into WA’s eyes as she wholeheartedly requested,
“I want you to take care of this station, WA-chan. These girls will need someone to guide them while I’m gone. I’ve always thought that you would make a great leader too - and it’s not just because you have a five-star core. You live by my mantra just as much as I do.”
WA gritted her teeth as tears rolled down her cheeks. The crestfallen German then recited Springfield’s mantra that she memorized by heart,
“ The girls of our station… come first. Always. ”
Hearing this brought a bittersweet smile to Springfield’s lips as she revealed,
“That’s why I chose you to be my protege, WA-chan. If you’re the one running the show, then I can leave with no regrets.”
“Spring…”
“But there is another thing that I want you to have, WA-chan.”
The adjutant cradled FNC again with one arm and then rifled through the pockets of her blue coat. She brought out a peculiar device that WA recognized,
“That’s… that’s the thing that Commander Elias always had with him.”
Springfield nodded and placed it in WA’s hands as she urged,
“Take this with you and keep it hidden from everyone else. I do not know what secrets lie in this device, but it holds incredible power that I cannot hope to wield. You, on the other hand, are more capable than I am. I believe you can do it, WA-chan.”
WA held the device in her hand and looked at her own reflection on the blackened screen. The device looked quite similar to the tablet devices that each T-Doll had, but that particular unit made WA feel uneasy. Just by holding the device, WA felt a speck of the power that laid within.
It made her wonder just who in the world Commander Elias really was - why he had such a powerful device on his person - and why the device couldn’t save him from Springfield’s wrath.
As the German protege inspected the device, Springfield turned around and bid her farewell. She then started to walk down the snow-swept cobblestone path and passed by the side of WA.
“W-wait…!” The German doll urged.
She wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Springfield just yet.
As a matter of fact, she didn’t know if she was ever going to be ready.
WA just wanted to reach out to her beloved and hold onto her forever. So, the German pocketed the cryptic phone and started to reach out to Springfield.
When she did so, however, the loud crack of a rifle echoed from a distance in the silvered garden.
A well-aimed shot whizzed through the air and traced a line before WA’s eyes. Her heart then skipped a beat as she watched that line strike Springfield in the back and pierce through her.
Blood and oil sullied Springfield’s thermoptic camouflage cape, distorting its illusion that hid Springfield and FNC.
Red and black splattered onto the snow around Springfield as she fell down to her knees. However, despite the withering pain that gripped her entire body, the grieving mother refused to let go of her dead daughter.
Moments later, a furious cry resounded in the garden,
“TRAITOR!”
It was M14’s voice, but it was starkly different from how she normally spoke. There was none of the happy-go-lucky tone or the juvenile enthusiasm that the junior American doll had.
WA whipped her head towards the direction of the voice and found M14 through the open window of the Administrative Wing hallway. M14 set her rifle with a five-star scope that reflected the shimmer of the pale moonlight peeking through the cloudy heavens.
The junior rifle doll adjusted her aim and was preparing to fire another shot, so WA cried out,
“Cease fire, M14! Cease fire!”
WA frantically waved to M14 and begged her to put the gun away. However, there were fires burning in the eyes of the ‘War Goddess’ that couldn’t be quenched. That fire spread quickly through the junior doll’s very soul as she roared,
“You get away, Wawa! That traitor isn’t one of us anymore! Look - I can aim at her right now. I have her in my sights, but my gun isn’t locking up like it should for friendly fire. She’s with the enemy now!”
“W-what…!?” WA started, but M14 ferociously interrupted,
“I saw the Commander’s office, Wawa. She killed Commander Elias, didn’t she!? She’s been plotting against him all this time, wasn’t she!? Isn’t that what you and FNC-chan and that traitor have been hiding from me!?”
M14’s words cut through WA’s heart like a knife. Everything she said was true, but she just couldn’t accept the junior rifle doll’s judgement.
It was at times like these that Springfield would have had gentle words to defuse the situation, but the rogue adjutant was silent.
Then, a strong wind blew through the garden and lifted the veil that covered Springfield and FNC in shadows. M14 regarded the star-crossed mother and daughter through the scope of her rifle.
She saw that Springfield was unbowed and was determined to rise back up again. The disgraced adjutant glanced back at her shooter with a stoic expression - one that told M14 that she was determined to leave and that she was prepared to die trying.
M14’s rifle trembled in her hands as rage swelled in her aching mechanical heart.
Springfield was the doll that caused her the most pain, she told herself.
Springfield stole the adjutant’s role and privilege from M14 even after her weeks of loyal service.
Springfield was the leader of the prestigious Echelon 1 even though M14 outclassed her in every battle.
Springfield endangered the lives of every doll in WESTCOM for a reason that remained deliberately hidden from her and everyone else in the station.
Now, to add insult to injury, Springfield was taking away the corpse of her best friend!
M14’s memories of the happy times she shared with the Belgian doll before Operation Arctic Warfare surfaced in her mind and made her mechanical heart beat hard against her chest. Her fogged breath rose up to the heavens carrying silent curses for the so-called immaculate ‘Goddess of Mercy’.
In M14’s eyes, this false Goddess was none other than the Devil herself!
She was beyond redemption.
She was too far gone!
Filled with this twisted sense of justice and grief, M14 gnashed teeth and pulled the trigger again.
As soon as M14 did, WA rushed into action.
She dove towards Springfield and pulled her and FNC away from the line of fire. Instead, the vengeful bullet tore through WA’s cheek and drew blood that painted the falling snow.
WA braved through the pain and embraced Springfield from behind. She deliberately shielded her from M14’s sights held Springfield closely.
The German protege closed her eyes and buried her face in Springfield’s snow-white hair. If she was also set up for dismantlement, then she wasn’t recognized as a G&K doll anymore.
WA’s presence wouldn’t stop M14 from shooting them, so the German prepared for the inevitable third shot.
However, that shot never came,
M14’s rifle fell silent.
In that tense lull, WA heard the beating of Springfield’s mechanical heart. That sound told her that Springfield had already made up her mind and that she was prepared to do what needed to be done.
It told WA that even her words couldn’t stop her anymore.
Defeated, WA let go of her beloved Springfield and then pressed on her earpiece. She steeled her heart and then called the junior doll to say,
“The Commander is dead. The adjutant has been compromised - and I am not a doll of Station 56586. You are the one in charge of this station now, M14-chan - so what happens next is entirely up to you. But please… please stand down and let Springfield go.”
M14 gripped her rifle with great frustration and then retorted over the radio,
“ Why, Wawa? Why are you siding with the enemy? ”
WA took a deep breath and then replied with a firmer voice,
“Because the girls of our station come first, M14-chan. Always. Please do this for my sake - as well as for FNC-chan’s.”
Her tone then faltered for a moment as she added,
“You’re not the only one who’s losing someone dear tonight.”
When WA said this, the emotions stewing in M14’s heart finally spilled over. The battle rifle then slipped from her hands and fell down onto the Administrative Wing’s tiled floor with a heavy clatter.
The twin-tailed ‘War Goddess’ then fell down to her knees and bitterly wept.
Springfield heard the junior rifle doll’s wails, causing her mechanical heart to ache. However, she covered herself and her deceased daughter beneath her camouflage cape once more. She then stood up on her own two feet and turned to her faithful protege behind her to say,
“Thank you for everything, WA-chan. I won’t forget this.”
WA wrapped her own arms around herself, trying to keep the remnants of Springfield’s fleeting warmth with her. She couldn’t bear to watch Springfield’s back, so WA stared down at the bloodstained snow before her and begged,
“Promise me you’ll be back, Spring...”
“WA-chan…” Springfield started somberly, “I don’t want to make promises that I may not be able to keep.”
“Promise me you’ll be back!” WA raised her head and stubbornly demanded, “I don’t care if you can’t keep it - i just… want to hear it.”
A sad smile formed on Springfield’s lips as she replied,
“Understood. I’ll be back, WA-chan. When I do, I want you to make me a chocolate cake - okay?
WA clenched her fists and then firmly answered,
“F-fine, I’ll make you a chocolate cake. It will be the best chocolate cake you’ve ever had, Spring! The sweetest, most delicious chocolate cake in the whole damn world. It’ll be so good that you won’t ever think of leaving again!”
“Is that so?” Springfield hummed, “I’ll be looking forward to it then, WA-chan.”
As Springfield spoke, the snowstorm picked up in the garden and blew a relentless flurry that forced WA to shield her eyes.
Then, when the wintry gust subsided, WA found herself alone in the garden.
Springfield and FNC were gone.
The End
Author & Storyboarding
Elias_Pedro
Editor & Consulting
079426
Publisher
Fanfiction.net
Archive of Our Own
Music
"Au Champ D'honneur"
Based on the poem of John McCrae - 'In Flanders Fields'
"Kyou no hi wa Sayonara"
Performed by Megumi Hayabashira
"1812 Overture (With Cannons)"
Composed by Tchaikovsky
"Memories of You"
Composed by Benny Goodman
"Stargazers"
Composed by Nightwish
"'Raindrop' Prelude Op 28 No. 15"
Composed by Chopin
"It's Only A Paper Moon"
Performed by Aretha Franklin
Credits Song
Performed by Vera Lynn
Dramatis Personae
-G&K Station 56586-
M1903 Springfield
FN FNC
WA2000
M14
Ribeyrolles
Gr G36
KP-31 Suomi
Steyr AUG
MP40
M3 Grease Gun
M1911
IDW
Negev
Mk. V Grizzly
Welrod Mk. II
Commander Elias
- G&K Station 794-
Commander Gentiane
RO635
Super Shorty
-G&K HQ-
Helianthus
- Sangvis Ferri -
Executioner (Model SP88/SP524)
Gager (Model SP21)
Architect (Model SPzh3000)
Dreamer (Model SPACA)
Special Thanks
The Girls’ Frontline subreddit
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Anon
StrangerJ
velocitystack
Azure Star Player
Doggieboo
DsCrystalEyes
awardedall
blue weekends
Green
That reviewer
HeeroYuy (Station XX137-)
Bishop1999 (Station XX5013)
Albia (Station XX2812)
Illindus (Station XX9431)
Primordial Inscriptor Z-09 (Station XX6328)
Tatergattler (Station XX008)
You.
Tasteless
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Epilogue
February 8, 2063 - Past Midnight
Undisclosed Location
A weary Springfield carried her adopted daughter through a snowy field. More than a week had passed since the grieving mother escaped from the place she once called home with her daughter. That journey brought her out of Griffon-controlled S05 and into the desolate wilderness of Sangvis Ferri territory.
Large swathes of evergreen forests and long winding roads through deceptive hills and treacherous mountains stood between Springfield and her destination a place once called ‘The Alps’. Armed with the .38 Detective Special revolver and the coordinates that the ringleader Architect gave her, Springfield set off on her journey.
Springfield managed to steal a small G&K 4x4 jeep to carry her through, but it ran out of fuel one bitter night ago. All the rations that she had prepared were just about to run out as well.
Trekking through the Alps on foot while carrying the corpse of a T-Doll took a heavy toll on the burdened Springfield. Snow, terrain, pain and hunger chipped away at her fierce determination, but she stubbornly pressed forward through the snow-swept abyss.
Her tired feet guided her to the ruins of a large, abandoned villa in the heart of the evergreen forest of the alps. Springfield managed to step through the threshold before she finally collapsed from fatigue.
Despite this, Springfield held onto FNC’s corpse and refused to let her go.
As the grieving mother languished on the floor, she suddenly felt a shadow looming over her.
Springfield looked up from where she laid and found a familiar figure looking down on her.
“So, the two of us finally meet in person, Miss Springfield. I've been waiting for this moment.”
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