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-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
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Partnering up with the Black Rabbit Brotherhood was a decision born out of necessity rather than choice. In the midst of the chaos and danger that gripped the city of Krat, desperate times called for desperate measures. As much as you loathed the idea of aligning yourself with such an enigmatic and potentially dangerous group, you knew that you had little choice in the matter.
The Black Rabbit Brotherhood operated on the fringes of society, their motives and allegiances shrouded in secrecy. Rumors swirled about their true intentions, with whispers of clandestine dealings and shadowy alliances echoing through the streets. Yet despite the warnings and cautionary tales that circulated among the city's inhabitants, you found yourself reluctantly seeking out their assistance.
The decision weighed heavily on your mind as you approached their hidden headquarters, the looming presence of the abandoned warehouse sending a shiver down your spine. The air was thick with tension as you entered, the dimly lit interior cloaked in an eerie silence broken only by the occasional whispered conversation.
As you made your way deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of the warehouse, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at your gut. Each step brought you closer to the heart of darkness that lurked within, the unknown dangers lurking around every corner.
And yet, despite the trepidation that gripped your heart, you pressed on. For the sake of the city, for the sake of those who depended on you, you knew that you had no other choice but to seek out the aid of the Black Rabbit Brotherhood. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and in a city teetering on the brink of chaos, you knew that you had to do whatever it took to survive.
Being paired with the Battle Mechanic of the Black Rabbit Brotherhood was both a blessing and a curse. As one of the middle siblings, he possessed a unique blend of skills and temperament that made him a formidable ally yet a challenging companion to work with.
The Battle Mechanic was known for his expertise in weaponry and combat tactics, his mind a veritable arsenal of knowledge when it came to crafting and maintaining the Brotherhood's armaments. His hands were calloused from years of toiling away in the makeshift workshop hidden within the depths of the warehouse, where he meticulously honed his craft amidst the clang of metal and the hiss of steam.
Despite his formidable prowess on the battlefield, the Battle Mechanic's personality was as rugged and abrasive as the weapons he forged. He was gruff and terse in his speech, his words often blunt and to the point. His rough exterior belied a fierce loyalty to his siblings and a fierce determination to protect those under his care.
Working alongside the Battle Mechanic was no easy task. His single-minded focus on the mission at hand left little room for pleasantries or idle chatter. He was a man of action, driven by a relentless desire to achieve his objectives at any cost.
