Fate/Outer Code: Another Order

Singularity F (II): Murder-Death-Kill Remastered

Cu: Not possible, she's cursed. Excellent magic circuits, top-notch reserves on mana, but no potential to become a Master.

After these words, the Animusphere didn't budge but squeezed her hand into a ball so hard that her knuckles turned white. The Shielder was concerned, but tactfully chose not to address it.

At the same time, (Y/N) laughed internally at the fact that a certain hero wannabe with barely any knowledge in magecraft had more aptitude than the apparent prodigy that was Olga Marie. It was sad in a hilarious sort of way.

Cu: So yeah, unfortunately, you're the only one available.

(Y/N): Hm? What was that? I thought you said, and I quote, "Hell no".

Cu: And I would stand by that statement if it weren't for the situation we're in. Seriously, if it were a Berserker, they would've taken your damn head with all the shit you talk. Hell, I'm halfway there myself.

(Y/N): Berserkers? Those eloquent scholars? Take my head? HA!

Cu: Look, are we doing this temporary contract or not? Our goals align, we want to get out of here, and we don't want to see each other again. Not a bad deal, right?

(Y/N): I dunno, let's ask Mashmallow. Hey, sweetie, you alright with me having another Servant?

Mash: ...Why wouldn't I be?

(Y/N): Hey, don't undersell yourself. You're my first-ever Servant, and your opinion (aside from any boring plans that I won't listen to) matters more than you think.

Fou: Fou, fou, fou!

Mash: Oh... Thank you, Senpai. 

Fou: Fou!

Mash: Hehe. Yes, thank you as well, Fou. I support this course of action.

(Y/N): Well, you heard the cinnamon roll. Here's to a good partnership, Cyclops!

Like before, his hand suddenly ignited in purple flames as he extended it towards the Caster with quite a wide grin. Cu was put off guard, but after figuring that this was purely for aesthetics with runes, he reluctantly shook the hand. He was surprised soon after.

Cu: Damn, you've got a ton of mana for a frilly blabbermouth. Are you sure you're not an extremely prominent magus?

(Y/N): Nope. I'm just your friendly temporary Master who's actually good enough to win the Grail.

Cu: Already regretting this.

(Y/N): No takesies backsies, bitch! Anyway, if there aren't any other Servants that wanna join us around here, I think it's high time we get to business and beat up Saber!

Olga: Hold it! We need to rest before we go into battle again, since this idiot has been dragging us from place to place without stopping once.

(Y/N): Well, Zombie Boss Lady, I reckon you're the only one that needs to rest here. Mashmallow and Cyclops are Servants, and you don't see me losing any energy despite doing all the heavy lifting, do you?

Olga: I... You...!

(Y/N): Also, unless you want to eat concrete or molten steel, there's nothing for you to eat around here! Sucks to be a zombie, am I right? But fret not! (Y/N) will save the day with sweets!

He reached behind his back and abruptly presented the confused Director with a small box of chocolate chip cookies seemingly out of nowhere.

(Y/N): Ta-dah! Chocolate makes you happier, and it has that one chemical that's similar to brain matter to satisfy your zombie needs!