ニューダーリン ! !

The snow-white hair, matted in places with dried blood, looked terrifying against the backdrop of these ridiculously gentle ribbons. The pink color did not suit the deathly pallor of the face, the blue under the eyes, or the dark spots on the skin at all. But the Player was not embarrassed. Not in the slightest.

- Hatred: Sunshine, come here... - 007n7: W1ll d0! The android obediently approached Hatred with a semblance of a smile on his face. He was ready to carry out any task, even if it contradicted his programming. Hatred roughly grabbed the mechanism by the cheeks and hissed in his ear: - Hatred: There's a louse on the ship... Can you help me get rid of it? 007n7 shuddered and stared at Hatred with his optical sensors dilated in horror. - 007n7: B-but h3 1s my cr34t0r...

A freelancer has a strange dream in which she finds herself in a familiar place and meets her former (not quite former) colleagues.

The snow-white hair, matted in places with dried blood, looked terrifying against the backdrop of these ridiculously gentle ribbons. The pink color did not suit the deathly pallor of the face, the blue under the eyes, or the dark spots on the skin at all. But the Player was not embarrassed. Not in the slightest.

A fanfic about the unromantic ship between Rivera and Falcon. Rivera and Falcon are walking down the street in the evening, spending their (last) day together.