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While on his nightly walk for fresh air outside the Valorant Headquarters, Sova heard a low buzzing sound. ‘Hmm, a mosquito must be nearby.’ Sova couldn’t care less, after all his limbs are fully covered. Yet that nuisance of a mosquito didn’t get the hint and tried to take a sip from him anyways.
First, it tried going for his palms, one of the few places his skin was exposed.
Sova dodged it with grace and elegance, as expected of him, how lovely. The mosquito whiffed and went past him. ‘Huh, what a dumb mosquito.’ Sova mocks the mosquito in his head, if he were to be a mosquito, he would’ve had better aim. The mosquito read Sova’s mind, ‘Perfect, that man would be the perfect mosquito.’ It launched itself towards Sova’s cheeks and sucked hard. It moved faster than a Neon high on white monster, an insect with only one goal in mind.
While the mosquito was fast, Sova was faster. His eyes caught a glimpse of white stripes on its body, a female Anopheles mosquitoes, a fucking malaria mosquito. Sova ain’t dying of no malaria, so he smacked his cheeks as hard as he can, and when you are a 6 '3 pure muscle beast of a man, he slaps really hard, so hard in fact, he launches himself into the nearest wall.
That was embarrassing, not only did he just slap himself so hard he flew, there is now a big black and blue bruise in his cheek the size of his palm. To add insult to injury, there is now a Sova shaped hole in the wall. That is a concrete wall, he almost felt proud he could potentially slap someone hard enough to make a hole in concrete, he should try it on Brimstone someday.
Well, at least that annoying mosquito died right? He did not do all that for her to not die; yes Sova will respect the mosquito pronouns. He walked to his room, glad the Sova hole was a shortcut so he doesn’t have to go in through the door, being normal is cringe.
He looked in the mirror, glad to see the mosquito corpse on his cheek. He wiped it off with a towel just to see a horrid sight. She bit him.
Now this is just adding lemon juice to his wound. The chances of getting malaria after being bit by an Anopheles are 1 in 300, according to a quick google search he just did. Knowing his luck, he has a 99% chance of being infected because God (Riot) hates him and wants him dead so they don’t need to write Sova lore.
Now dying isn’t an issue, he has sage thankfully, but dying of malaria? Vile, absolutely vile, disgusting, more wretched than Cypher, more toe curling than Chamber. Just imagine if he died of malaria and Sage had to revive him, the whole protocol would laugh at him! He would have to flee the country, return to Russia, and live in a cave with his pet bear for the rest of his life. Just thinking about it made him shrivel up like a raisin. He considered shooting himself and going to Sage for a heal, maybe cut himself with his hunting knife and frame it as an accident, but he is pretty sure Sage can’t heal diseases, and getting treatment for malaria would damage his ego and self worth. Damn you mental health, he really needs to go to therapy someday.
Heck, maybe he should fake his death in the next mission to spare himself dying to fucking malaria. Jump in front of Chamber and let that man blow his brains out, at least he knows Chamber would try and finish him off with one painless shot, what a gentleman, maybe Sova should ask him out for a date. Whatever it takes, he must not let anyone know he got malara. No one can know, especially Cypher. That man keeps teasing him and digging up his past, does he have nothing else to do except stalk him? Heck knowing Cypher Sova is one billion percent sure he already knows. That man put cameras all over the headquarters, it took KAY/O to set up a whole emp for Cypher to stop putting cameras in private areas, though times. Maybe Sova could march into the surveillance office— Cypher’s main room because god forbid a man sleeps in his own quarters, and threaten him to shut up and maybe cut his tongue off. No, Cypher would see him coming and rat his way out, maybe Sova could try and shoot his hunter's fury to Cypher’s office, can’t escape that. But he might hit someone, Brim will cut his paycheck.
As Sova was plotting Cypher’s murder, he failed to notice one thing, his skin changed; he now has white stripes. Can’t blame him, he is already white, the white stripes were really hard to notice. But the black stripes weren’t. He was turning black! “Oh no, am I going to be a reverse Michael Jackson! White washing and black washing are really racist.” Sova thought out loud, but luckily he wasn’t racist since the black and white balanced each other out.
Well, this totally couldn’t get any worse? He was then shot 37 times, metaphorically. He sprayed wings like that one webtoon, and it hurts, like hell. First, he felt pain in his back, that is totally normal right? He is old, then it got worse. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel his bones shifting, growing. His spine tore through his flesh, his skin, his nerves. For a second, he went limp, blind, and deaf. All his nerves were ripped by his spine, then they latched onto it. He looks like a freaky monster with his spine inside out covered with nerves. They were wings, scuffed yes, but it looks like wings so he’ll take it. “Damn that hurt like hell, surely this couldn’t get any wors—” All of his bones proceeded to disappear.
Sova died, yup he died he is dead dead. But he woke up, and he woke up as a mosquito, a malaria mosquito. He wasn’t that mad, it is better than explaining to the protocol how he died from malaria, and he can spread malaria to people now, yay! Wait, only female mosquitoes can suck blood. He looked in the mirror, saw he had ovaries, and went flying to suck blood. He really wanted to suck Cypher, he hated that man. Maybe he can turn Cypher into a mosquito so he can’t tell anyone about the Sova hole incident. But, there was one problem. Cypher does not show skin.
Cypher covers himself up well, wearing a mask, skin tight bodysuit, gloves, and ugly shoes, no skin to bite. Sova was about to lose hope when he remembered something crucial, Cypher drinks tea, and to drink tea you must remove your mask. It felt like Christmas and his birthday came at once, Sova was buzzing with joy, flying around in circles, loops, and whatever happy mosquitos do.
The Sovaquito buzzed onwards to the surveillance office, ready to bring Cypher hell, by hell he means malaria. Mosquitos must fly really fast because Sova blinked and he was already in front of Cypher's door, sweet. He slipped through the door crack and saw Cypher brewing tea, perfect. He can’t believe this, his plans are going so smoothly, he could taste Cypher’s blood. Sova rubbed his little mosquito legs together like some fruit fly, giggling like a teenage mosquito girl after seeing her crush shirtless for the first time. Wait, isn’t he trans now since he is a female mosquito? Well he still identifies as he/him sooooo— Oh look Cypher is taking off his mask. Finally Sova can finally see Amir, this is going to be like Gojo or Kakashi face reveal, he bets Amir is going to be soo attractive with long brown locks and tan skin, all those good looking traits.
Cypher tugged his mask off and drum roll please!!! That man is sooo handso— wait, IS THAT A BUZZCUT? Amir is ugly, disgustingly so. His skin was full of pimples and red spots, we all know putting on a mask for a long time does that to you. His hair? Buzz. His eyes weren’t cute teddy bear brown, they were rotting food brown. It was sad, such an unattractive man, but Sova was a man with a mission. A mission to bite Amir! So he swooped in and bit Amir in the neck.