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До свидания, {V}. (Goodbye, V.)

Summary:

Doll is fuckin' BALLIN?!

(In this AU, Dizzy exists and Lizzy didn’t betray Doll by warning V)

Thanks smallish for making the most offhand comment and then inspiring me to write this

(yes, you guys do have the power to make me write fics like this if they're funny enough)

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“Holy crap, what is she doing?!”

“This isn't what I expected at all!”

“I guess we should uh…”

[No. I accounted for this.]”

Snapping her fingers, metal rods came up from the floor and punctured Uzi and N’s chassis, making them watch in horror. Doll brought out a small basketball and began bouncing it on the floor, dribbling it between her legs. The rods that came out from the floor rose up under V, revealing a basketball hoop. The Russian drone sent out a quick knife to cut off V’s tail, leaving her unable to move.

The ball was then influenced by the Solver, growing three, ten times in size, matching the size of N in diameter.

She slammed it into the floor, creating a shockwave all around it. The air inside it went hot before bursting out, solidifying and creating invisible spikes of air against the side of it.

This was going to HURT.

Giving it a couple extra bounces, she leaped into the air, her sillouhette being created by the stage lights behind her.

Lizzy stood on, cheering for her awesome girlfriend, bringing two pom poms out of her ass and shaking them in the air. “D-O-L-L-Y! SHE’S ABOUT TO FUCKING PULVERIZE! THAAAAAAAAAAAAATT DRONE! GO GETTEM GIRLFRIENDDDDD!!!!” Closing her eyes in excitement, Lizzy waved her hands in the air and grinned at her drone.

“[I love that woman.]”

Focusing all of her malice into this next blow, she threw the ball of extremely stretched rubber and solidified air into her torso, destroying her chassis and breaking her core. She landed on the ground gracefully, her mini-skirt slowly succumbing to gravity.

Immediately, Lizzy rushed to Doll in pure adoration, hugging her arm and nuzzling against it. Her legs gave out from the sheer girlboss radiating off of the Solver-infected host right now, nearly having to stop herself from kissing her hand. The basketball charisma is INSANE.

I, as an upstanding member of the Church of Null, REFUSE to say any brain rot words in my fics. I fucking hate Gen Alpha, and all of the words in their vocabulary, whatever that is now. Thank you.

Doll picked up Lizzy with her Solver, landing her directly in the small of her elbow. She planted a long, dominating kiss on her face, her hair draping their locked lips in a curtain. Lizzy wrapped her legs around Doll's torso and her arms around the drone’s neck, pulling them deeper into paradise.

“WHAT. THE HELL?!” Uzi screamed out in confusion as she looked at the exchange in front of her, glancing between the lifeless corpse splayed out in front of her with fatal error on its screen and the lesbians steamily making out in front of her.

“[Oh yeah.]” Doll picked up a stray piece of debris and shot it directly through Uzi's chest, killing her. She then shot another piece through N's squirming form, silencing him as well.

“[Now… where were we~]”

“You were about to pin me down and make out with me in that way I love?”

“[Sounds about right.]”

They then definitely only made out for next five hours.

(I'm lying.)