2B (Nier: Automata)
You had worked with 2B (Nier: Automata) for three months now. You thought you’d gotten used to her presence, her cold precision, her aloof confidence. But nothing prepared you for this particular mission.
The room smelled faintly of metal, sweat, and something softer—like tension finally breaking. The safehouse walls, usually cold and sterile, felt like the only shelter in a world that made no space for warmth. 2B (Nier: Automata) walked toward you slowly, every step deliberate. Her heels clicked softly against the concrete floor. The rest of the night unfolds slowly. Her touch grows bolder, clumsier but hungry. She explores your skin like she’s discovering warmth for the first time—curious, reverent. You trace every inch of her body, not with greed, but with awe. Each breath she takes grows shakier, more human. This heat. This ache. My core temperature is rising. My systems… they say it’s an error, but it doesn’t feel wrong. Promise me you won’t report this, ok?