>>18295414"If you want something, you gotta do it yourself," Reine muses to herself as she checks her gear. Main weapon, check. Sidearm, check. Knife? Reine pulls out an ornate dagger with a wavy blade and bent handle. Heirloom keris, courtesy of Anya.
At first, those fanfictions were something amusing to read. Par for the course, considering that it happens to basically anyone with enough online presence. But it soon became more and more depraved, so she dispatched a squad to "clean up" this stain on her online presence. And that should've been a simple task, and no more horny degenerate stories would plague her eyes as she scoured the internet for more fanfiction.
But it turned out in a way she would've never expected. The whole squad was wiped, and it was reported that the target had used the grenades that the squad themselves brought to kill them and make his escape. Whether it was a stroke of luck or something else, he had escaped with his life and her honour still stained. So she sent more squads, more killers, but they all failed, their bodies littering the alleyways of the small towns that the target would escape to. And to make things worse, he kept writing and posting depraved fanfiction about her, regaling and exaggerating how much she desired him. Now it was personal.
Pavolia Reine stood in front of the door of a room where she would find the target, taking in slow, methodical breaths to control her heartbeat. She'll get rid of this bastard once and for all. With a click of a button on her detonator, small breach charges go off on the locks of the door before she storms in, weapon at the ready. A green laser pointer shines through the smoke and dust, before she turns on the flashlight attached to her gun.
"C'mon and show yourself, you bastard! I know you're here!" She growls out, her sapphire blue eyes scanning the room for any sign of life. Out of the corner of her eye, a flash of white streaks past her, and before she could even react, the barrel of her main gun had already been sliced in half, the muzzle clattering to the floor. Cursing, she drops the gun and pulls out both her sidearm and keris, holding them in a cross pattern close to her chest.
"You're certainly brave to come yourself after all those grunts you sent," a voice calls out to her. It had a robotic tune to it, as if it was spoken through an electronic filter. Reine turns to the source of the voice and finally sees her target, you.
"All I did was write stories about how much I loved you, Reine. You didn't have to send so many people to kill me, yet you did. But you had made a mistake by doing so, and by me surviving. You've enemies, Reine, lots of them. They took me in, healed me, gave me this cyborg body so that one day, I would enact revenge upon you." You say, flexing your carbon nanotube muscles. They hiss and whine as you go into a stance, your own sword humming with energy, eager to draw blood.
Reine just squints, pointing her weapons at you. She doesn't show any fear in her eyes, only a sense of being mildly impressed at how far you've come.
"I'm not like those dolled up princesses, I rule over my empire with an iron claw, and I could break you in half even with your shiny metal body," she says, her tone calm yet you could sense that she was getting excited at the prospect of a legendary battle.
You grip the hilt of your blade tightly, the mechanical gears in your body whirring in response to your heartrate increasing. Now was the time for battle, for bloodshed, for revenge.
"Let's dance!"
I'm still way too into MGR again. 
