[Bullet Bill/Bullet Bill Blaster TF, Identity Erasure]
“Where in the world are we, idiot!?”
“I don’t know! Why do you think I do?”
Today was not exactly a great day for Tachibana Hibiki. And it was turning out so well when it started too.
She had plans to go out and have a good day of fun together with her friend and fellow Symphogear Candidate, Yukine Chris, but not only had they been forced to transform on their day off, they were suddenly whisked away to some strange industrial looking place. Lots of conveyor belts and chains and claws and all that stuff.
“Well we have to find out where we are, and fast. If this is some sort of new enemy, then-” Chris tried to sound like the sensible one, before suddenly noticing something heading straight towards Hibiki. “Down, idiot!”
Hibiki barely got a moment to react before something tried to grab her from the back, only to be knocked out of the way by the energy arrows that flew from the crossbow-like weapon in Chris’ hand. “Thanks, Chris!” She chimed, as she tried to look at what had made a move towards her.
It was like a big cartoonish hand, and it wasn’t the only one. As soon as it had failed to grab the young lass, another few tried to head straight for her. Good thing she was aware of the threat they posed now, because otherwise she’d be… Well she didn’t know what she’d be, but she wasn’t going to find out!
Chris grit her teeth as she shifted her Symphogear into another state of attack, triple-barreled chain guns popping out of her hips as she kept them aimed at any approaching arm. “Eat lead!” She cried out, letting the bullets fly with such intensity that they should tear the hands asunder. If not that, then leave them completely filled with holes so they’d fall apart. Or even if that failed, then if enough bullets hit the joints, then…
...Then nothing.
“What!?” Chris shouted as the barrage had absolutely no effect. No matter how many bullets she fired at those hands, they withstood every single one of them. Leaving her with very few clues as to how they were going to outlast that many of them.
Hibiki noticed her friend in danger, and after outpacing many of the hands, immediately rushed over to her. “Don’t you touch her!” She shouted, putting all of her power into one punch as she slammed her fist forward, making direct contact with one of those grabby hands…
Only for her punch to do absolutely nothing. Whatever those hands were made out of, they were strong enough to completely nullify any attack that they could throw at them. And in that moment of shock, when they were both out of ideas on what to do to beat them…
The hands grabbed them, forcing them both to struggle as they tried to break free. No matter how much they struggled, the hands just kept them nice and tightly tucked into their grips as they pulled them towards one of the many conveyor belts that dotted this weird place.
“Damnit, let go!” Chris shouted, and the hand seemed to understand. Because it did let her go. Unfortunately, her feet landed on the rather slow moving conveyor belt, which was just as clingy as the hand had been. Or it was magnetic or something. Whatever the case was, she couldn’t move her legs. She was forced to just stand there, unable to do a thing to free her when it mattered most.
Hibiki wasn’t in a much better state. All of the strength and raw power she had in her when she fought while transformed did diddly squat against this hand, and it definitely didn’t do much against the conveyor belt either as she was forced onto it. It got to the point where she just had to sigh, slumped over. “And here I just wanted to have fun with Chris…”
“We’ll have fun, idiot! We just have to get free!” Chris wasn’t about to give up. Not this quickly. She would keep on struggling, even if there didn’t seem to be a way out. As long as she could struggle, she would keep on fighting..!
Both girls could hear their surroundings grinding and churning, all of the machinery around them just working as if they weren’t there. What exactly was this place anyway? What was it for? All sorts of questions were no doubt running through their minds…
But they weren’t going to get any answers. Not before they were made part of the factory’s inner workings, courtesy of two other arms approaching their necks. Neither of them could really do anything to stop them, because they had already proven that whatever material the arms were made out of, they were going to withstand anything that they did. That, and Hibiki absolutely couldn’t use a lot of her power when her stance was this awkward.
The arms, adorned with a set of thin looking syringes, injected something straight into their bloodstreams. And almost immediately, it felt like there was some sort of heat rushing through them. A different kind of heat than when they were sweating after a long and hard fought battle.
“What’s happening..?” Hibiki muttered, her body trembling a bit as she slowly rubbed the spot where she had been injected. It felt strangely smooth. And yet at the same time extremely hard, like she couldn’t even push in her skin when she touched that spot.
Chris just let her cursing course internally around in her mind, growling as she rubbed the same spot. The spot was smooth, yet rigid. And it made her feel as if she couldn’t really move her neck. What the hell was that stuff, and why did it make her tingle so much?
Both of the girls were panting much more than they normally would. As if somebody had climbed in bed with them and rubbed them in all the right spots. Somebody like Miku. The girl that they both had such a tender connection to. It really felt like they had been given kisses all over…
The more time passed, the more the two of them became aware of what the serum had done to them. Namely because they really couldn’t move themselves much. And it wasn’t just because they were stuck to the conveyor belt either.
Hibiki’s eyes darted all around the place. But the more she tried to move her body, especially after the serum had started to push through her, the more it refused to respond to her commands. Only her arms were really able to move, and even then they were forcibly bent and her knuckles just wouldn’t open. It was like she was always ready to put her dukes up for a good fight.
There was something about the way that her arms moved though. How she held them right in front of her.. It made her smile. Smile really wide. You could see her teeth shining as the soft light of the factory around her reflected off them… The fact she was ready to ‘fight’ was making her giddy. It even made her a little bit wet down below.
Chris was unfortunately in a much worse situation. While she could move her body more than Hibiki, the degree was much more limited. Sure, she could tip forward and backward while her legs remained completely static, but she couldn’t do much more than that. It was like her legs were one big joint, and the rest of her body was one big single piece.
Not only that, but she had tried to let out her frustrations a while ago. She couldn’t get far because her mouth and her cords didn’t want to work together. Her mouth refused to close properly to enunciate any kind of word, leaving her to annoyedly groan and make all sorts of frustrated noises, all while trying to pivot around to deal with her current situation…
The two girls continued being guided down the conveyor belt. And while they couldn’t really move their heads in any real way, they could notice a couple of suspicious looking spots up ahead. Mostly because they were surrounded by lots of those arms that had grabbed them before, just with delicate looking gloves on instead of the bigger ones meant to restrain them.
Once they reached that ‘checkpoint’, the conveyor came to a stop. And almost as quickly as the hands had assaulted them before, they descended on the two girls and got to work. A lot more roughly than their delicate looks would make one think either.
Hibiki let out several moans as each of the hands started to rub up against her repeatedly. Rubbing and stroking, with significant amounts of detail being lost the more they rubbed up against them. Whether it was her clothes ending up as if they had been painted onto her, or her arms getting squished into thinner forms while leaving her fists as big as before, or her legs starting to feel like they weren’t really there…
It wasn’t just that things were feeling a lot smoother. It was also that she felt like she was being compressed. Like her face was barely a bit further away from her butt. In fact, if she tried to turn her arms around a bit, she could definitely feel her butt only a few inches away from her head or her face or whatever it was. And to make matters worse, it was one of the few parts of her body that weren’t quite as hard as the rest of her… Something that brought a little blush to her cheeks. Bullet Bills weren’t supposed to have butts…
E-Eh?
Chris wasn’t in a much better position, as the hands pressed her body repeatedly. The focus was split between two parts of her body. Most of the hands were busy pushing her legs together as much as possible, making them feel even more like they were just one big part of her body that she couldn’t move, while the rest of the hands were way too busy pressing down on her head, making her eyes sink deeper and deeper until she was about level with-
Wait, where did her eyes go? Hold on, where did sight go in general? …WHY COULDN’T SHE SEE!? The frustration that welled up within the girl was so wild that she started gyrating all around, but the more she tried to rotate, the more she eventually realized she could turn a full 360 degrees. Spinning wildly, while being utterly unaware of the true size of her body at this point. All she understood was that she still couldn’t close her damn mouth! Though, of course she couldn’t. A Bullet Bill Blaster didn’t have a mouth to close.
The hell!?
Both pieces of wea- Girls continued along the conveyor belt that they were stuck on. While Hibiki was able to move at this point, there was something about her current state that made her just decide to follow along. Maybe it was because it made her heart skip a few beats. Following orders making her happy… N-No, that wasn’t a good thing!
Chris couldn’t see a damn thing. But she could definitely hear things. And as they came to a stop once again, she heard the sound of something spraying onto her, making her entire form tremble. Why’d it feel good to get painted on? She didn’t understand it. She really didn’t.
What she understood even less was how most of her frustration started to disappear the more she was painted. It was like the paint was layering onto her emotions. Not that she could emote, or should emote. All that a Bullet Bill Blaster was supposed to do was fire off its bullets, so that all the enemies could meet their end. Even that thought was getting harder to suppress and dismiss as fake, because the paint being sprayed onto her was making it harder and harder to think!
Hibiki could see the arms with paint sprays approaching her. And she didn’t move. She just accepted what came next, because that was what she was supposed to. She was surprised to find that the paint wasn’t spraying into her eyes, and that it felt kind of ticklish to get sprayed like this. Or at least, she didn’t think that they had been sprayed in the eyes, but their now cartoonish shape spoke a different story.
But the more she enjoyed it, the more she was worried that she was getting sucked into something she should be worrying about. Wasn’t she supposed to get back to somebody..? Somebody that… somebody that shone down on her life…
By the time that the spraying arms were done with their work, the two girls had gotten a rather radical looking paint job. And their conversion into weaponry had almost been completed.
In the front was a pristine looking Bullet Bill. At least, mostly. While its arms were hanging close to its body, to illustrate the aggression that kept it flying through the air, the wonderful black paint job sold its identity as a bullet… The strange butt-shaped protrusion from its thruster was enough to make anybody raise an eyebrow. As would the rather shapely looking bosom on the bottom, a bit above the bullet’s arms. Not that either would stop it from performing at its best.
In the back was a solid and dangerous Bullet Bill Blaster. A single black block with a skull painted on the side. And on top of that, barely able to tilt ever slightly in case any angles needed to be changed, was a jet-black cannon that looked ready for a proper Bullet to be inserted. Though, it seemed like a rather tight fit. It seemed like both ends had been used for something else before, to the point where a Bullet would have to shove itself inside to fit snugly. Not that it would truly impact performance, as it would just ensure the Bullets fired from the front of its barrel would have greater propulsion!
The Bullet Bill Blaster, or rather Chris, trembled as the air brushed up against its body. There was something about its body that was extremely sensitive. So much so that it was getting harder to think of itself as anything but a Blaster. It felt good to just sit there. To aim ever slightly. But it felt empty. Like something needed to be loaded inside.
As the Bullet Bill floated gently in the air, waiting to be fired off at something… It was like something was missing. It wasn’t just that it wasn’t being fired off at an enemy. It was something deeper than that. Something like…
M-Miku. That’s it. Hibiki’s consciousness managed to crawl out for the briefest second as she remembered her sunshine! She wasn’t going to be a Bullet, as long as she remembered Miku. She just had to focus on her, keep her in mind, and-
Just as the thought of that black-haired girl crawled out of the depths of her mind, a set of lasers fired off from the sides of the conveyor. One aimed at the Bullet Bill Blaster’s joint, and one at the eyes on the Bullet Bill. And almost immediately, a renewed sense of aggression filled the weaponry. They needed to be ready to be used, after all.
The Bullet Bill Blaster understood what the laser was doing to it. And it was happy. It would fire off so many Bullets once it was delivered to the battlefield. And it would do its very best. No matter what kind of enemy it had to fire at, it would happily do it. As long as it got to fire off bullets, the Blaster would be happy..!
Miku’s visage was getting foggier the more the laser made contact with Hibiki’s painted on eyes. But she wouldn’t fall. Miku was there. Miku was waiting for her to come home! Miku was going to tell her how happy she was to see her, and that would make her happy. She wanted to get close to her! She wanted to be up against her! She wanted to… She wanted to..!
She wanted to hit Miku! She wanted to hit that Miku! She wanted to HIT that girl! She wanted to hit that target! She wanted to hit the target!
The Bullet Bill’s painted on grin seemed to widen ever so slightly as it focused on that black-haired target in its mind. It made it tremble a bit more than other targets did. If it got the chance, then it would definitely hit it. It would make such a big impact that it would break completely… And then, once it had been reloaded into another Blaster, it would aim for yet another one! Because a Bullet Bill wasn’t supposed to focus on just one target, even if that target made it happy!
With the aggression properly filling the weaponry, the conveyor eventually reached its destination. A single portal, out of the many others that led out of the factory. The destination didn’t matter to the factory. Only that somebody had requested weaponry, and it would deliver it. And it would deliver the happiest weaponry it could
The Bullet Bill pre-loaded itself into the Bullet Bill Blaster, as both pieces of weaponry fell through the portal. They were ready to be used…
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Months had passed since Chris and Hibiki had disappeared. And despite their role in saving the world countless times over, despite how much they had done to protect people around them and the people that they held dear… They were completely and utterly forgotten.
Tsubasa, who had already lost a friend before, was utterly unaware that she had just lost two more. As far as she knew, she had always been the only Sentinel that Japan needed. With her Symphogear, she was the only thing that stood against the noise. And that was fine by her. The thought that a bright girl and a grumpy girl had ever fought by her side never crossed her mind. She just carried out her duty, as long as she had to.
Even Miku, the girl who had been the sunshine in Hibiki’s life, the one thing she clung to even when she was on the verge of turning into a Bullet, the one thing that always brought her back from the brink of despair…
She didn’t even realize that she ever had a friend like Hibiki. As far as she understood, she had been a normal girl with normal interests. Sure, she had ended up meeting and getting involved with the Symphogear wielder, Tsubasa, but that was about as strange her life got. She carried on, doing her best to make life great, without knowing anything about the girl that she had forgotten.
This was what happened to those that had been plucked by the Factory. Their very existence, once they gave into being weaponry, was erased from the worlds that they came from. The world would adjust, and everything would carry on as normal. This would ensure that the Factory could keep on operating without issue, with nobody trying to find a way to destroy it.
As for what happened to the Bullet Bill and its respective Blaster?
The two had arrived in a world that demanded their existence. A world that needed more firepower. And they were regarded as nothing more than another set of weaponry that joined every other set, serving as yet another weapon to try and fire back against those that would try to invade the lands that utilized the two.
But despite their best efforts, the Bullet Bill and Bullet Bill Blaster were just two pieces of weaponry. And they were stationary too. Once the enemies plotted a way around them, it was easy for the castle to come crashing down upon the ones that commanded them. Leaving them without orders, and without much to aim towards.
Yet, even as years passed. Even as the ones that had requested their deployment vanished from the pages of history. Even as the battlegrounds and castles that they had defended turned green from nature healing…
They were still there. And despite the fact that everything around them was completely dilapidated or part of regrown nature… They still functioned as they should. At least, they could perform their primary functions, but the minds inside these weapons had seen better days.
The Bullet Bill Blaster only had one real directive at this point. “Fire.” Was the word inside its mind. Before, it had some semblance of control over when it was supposed to fire. Now? All it understood was that it needed to reload, and once it saw a target, it should fire. What was a target? Anything that moved. As long as it moved, it was a target...
The Bullet Bill had shot plenty of targets through the years. And despite becoming a relic of the war long gone, it still wished to fire off. That was its sole desire, its sole purpose in life. As long as it could move, it wanted to fire. And it could still move. It would be able to for all eternity, thanks to the Factory’s impeccable construction. But what targets would it fire upon? Anything that moved, really. It didn’t distinguish much between friend, foe, anything. A target was a target! All while nothing but “Wanna hit the target, wanna hit the target!” echoed through its head, like an excited puppy whose thoughts were constantly repeating.
Despite being relics of a bygone era, the Bullet Bill and Bullet Bill Blaster remained in these forgotten, overgrown ruins. Waiting for another target to come by. No matter how long it would take. And all while remaining way too enthusiastic and horny about it all. As long as they got to fire upon something, they would be delighted. Maybe even a little wet, even after all this time.
That was what they had been made for. And they would continue, deteriorating further with every age that passed. Until time itself would collapse. After all…
Weapons don’t need to think, weapons only serve.
Weapons don’t think. Weapons only serve.
Weapons don’t think. Weapons serve.
Weapons don’t think.