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The PMC Revolution || Part 1: Confusion

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We had always considered them harmless. Nothing more than a few silly alt accounts, either made by their supposed enemies, or friends who just wanted some fun. They couldn't actually be serious in their threats. Their profiles specifically asked not to be taken seriously, and they were only half active. It couldn't just be a ruse. They couldn't be real- or serious- or dangerous...

..Right?



Angelo woke up slowly, sleep reluctant on loosening it's grasp. She was still half asleep, and the dream was a pleasant one. She much preferred to continue in her dreamland than snap awake.

As she turned to her side groggily, a flash of light slipped through her half closed eyes. Annoyed, she moved her hand to shield her eyes from the bright light.

Her eyes immediately snapped open, then squinted at the bright sunlight that filtered through a ceiling window.

This was not her room, and that hand- She opened her eyes again, slowly this time, letting them adjust to the sudden change of light. Her immediate focus was on her hands, though she did catch a glimpse of her surroundings.

Large, closed windows, that sunlight streamed through, were surrounded by multiple green plants, mostly hanging pots or clinging vines. She had spotted one directly above her in the wooden ceiling and another one to the wall on her right. She had also noticed that the dark, wooden bed-frame extended up, and was covered with a transparent sort of princess bed net.

She stared at her held-out hands blankly, her mind not processing what she was seeing. Her outstretched fingers were extremely pale, almost pure white. Both were covered with gloves that ended right before the finger's second joint, except for the thumbs, which were covered completely. The glove for her right hand was a muted pink with a dark gray spot near her wrist, and the other glove was dark gray with a pink spot.

Wait- this seems familiar. WAIT- no- NO- She jumped out of the soft bed, pushing the net away from her blindly. She spotted a large mirror next to the bed and ran to it, suddenly stopping to examine herself.

Her long, white hair was pulled up into two uneven ponytails on the opposite sides of her head, and even then it only swayed about a foot from the floor. Her large, startled eyes stared back at her. One was a soft, calm chocolate brown, and the other was a flashing desaturated green. She was wearing a pastel, pumpkin colored sweatshirt, and baggy, comfortable gray sweatpants, with the fabric pulled over the textured heels of her stocky, shiny, black leather laced boots.

I was sleeping with boots on? She was momentarıly distracted. She was wearing a dark gray and pink bow tie that was tied loosely with a dark gray ribbon around her neck. Her hair was tied with a dark gray bow for her right ponytail and a pink bow for the looser left, opposite of her gloves and bow tie.

There was no doubt about it. She was her persona, Pepper, in an outfit that she would truly like to actually own.

"But how?! And why?" She was startled by her own voice, It sounded similar, but different. It was rounded and just generally pleasant, even in her alarmed state. She continued to stare at herself, unconsciously noting how much she liked the room behind her.

Suddenly, she was startled by the oddly familiar ding of the PMC chat. It appeared to come from her right wrist.

Memories began to stream in, such as the odd message that had appeared on her screen before she came here. Is this what the test- was?

••••

SunAlectrona stared through the large window of the looming, castle-like building, located on the upper floor, which happened to be her own personal office. While she wasn't exactly tall, she was intimidating, a crown of flaming red and orange hair framing a mischievous smirk and almost crazed eyes. She was unpredictable and dangerous, like a stick of dynamite with the fuse lightened, except you could never know when it was about to go off.

She was looking at nothing in particular, but her eyes burned like fire with the chilling satisfaction of whatever she saw in her mind's eye. Her eyes gleamed suspiciously, and, along with the slight smile that raised her lips, you could tell whatever chaotic thoughts she had pleased her.

She began to walk dramatically beside the enormous window, holding her hands behind her in a powerful, dominant manner. The adrenaline of the almost certain victory pulsed through her, and her mind flowed with ideas to play with her soon-to-be subjects. Though Rooster was technically the leader, the idea in fact had been hers, and she wasn't about to let him have all the fun. She was second-in-command, after all.

If all was to go according to plan, which there was no reason to believe it wouldn't at the hands of the thirsty masterminds, the revolt against PMC should go smoothly, Of course, she did hope, almost craved for a resistance. A mellow revolt would quickly bore her, even if they set numerous buildings ablaze along the way. Her eyes shone at the thought, thousands of homes caught aflame, glowing bright oranges, yellows, and reds as they were consumed to ashes.

She did hope that they would put up some kind of a fight, some extra bit of chaos for her to enjoy before she went along with latter plans of chaos, arson, and total chaotic order. She was the ruler, and she would rule, even it she had to share her reign with the like-minded RoosterShorts and Baxter.

She was like a waiting puppeteer, craving to control any puppets that happened to believe that they could have a share of her power if they offered their services to the superiors. She would pick the most worthy candidates, the ones most worthy of her attention- and control.

She turned back to the window, letting her eyes rest on the still town. Most of the PMCers had not awoken yet from the unexplained daze that had brought them here. The quietness and peacefulness bored her, and her current boredom only made her quiver in anticipation on what was to come.

In her mind's eye, she saw the whole town ablaze, with people screaming, fighting, and hiding. Total confusion, but she was in control. She sent troops of her puppets to capture the rebels, commanded buildings to explode with only the point of her finger, and stood mightily above it all; her eyes reflecting the terror that she soaked in. The whole place was shining like the sun, like her. She was the sun, and everyone would look up to her. She was superior, unlike that pesky MoonAstraea.

A dark scowl formed on her face at the thought of that fowl name. For far too long she had been thought of as "MoonAstraea's alt" or "MoonAstraea's opposite". The inferior one. The copycat. The loser. She would wipe the smirk off that Moon's face. Only she, the Sun, deserved to shine. How dare the Moon think she could glow in her sky? She would soon show her who truly is the boss.

A shiver of delight went down her spine, her thoughts swirling. Her lips parted into a large, sinister smile. Her eyes took on an unnerving, purely malicious look. She chuckled wickedly to herself, her eyes glued to the peaceful town. "Oh, you just wait till I get my hands on you, Moon," she threatened into the air, "then we'll see who truly deserves to shine."



:Credits [​in order of being mentioned]:

- Angelonasher as Angelonasher (Angelo/Ash) -

- SunAlectrona as SunAlectrona (Sun) -

- roostershorts39 as RoosterShorts (Rooster) -

- mcrjellyfish as Baxter [​an OC] -

- MoonAstraea as MoonAstraea (Moon) -


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¯ The PMC Revolution || Part 1: Confusion ¯
CreditMoonAstraea, ChickenPants93, mcrjellyfish, SunAlectrona, roostershorts39
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06/22/2022 10:47 am
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Theotmt
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This story is actually very good, can't wait for the next part :D
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06/22/2022 3:18 pm
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Angelonasher
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Thank you! I am kinda struggling cuz I'm scared I'm gonna represent someone wrong XD
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06/22/2022 9:17 am
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Firestar2477278
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I have a quick question. If I use the form, will it show my email? :3
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06/22/2022 3:18 pm
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Angelonasher
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Nope! By default, google forms does not show emails. If I had wanted to see the em as, I would have actually had to manually set it that way C:

You can know if ur email is not shared if it says (not shared) next to ur address C:
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06/23/2022 8:47 am
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Firestar2477278
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Okay, thank you so much! :3
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06/22/2022 9:21 am
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Firestar2477278
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And this is amazing writing! You got me hooked :D
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06/22/2022 3:18 pm
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Angelonasher
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Thank you!
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06/21/2022 9:38 pm
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SoapSoapSoap
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Nice story
I love le revolucions (i hate napoleon)
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06/22/2022 10:40 am
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Theotmt
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yes me too, but one question: why hate Napoleon tho? guy was a military genius
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06/22/2022 10:50 pm
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SoapSoapSoap
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HE GREEd he defeat Ottomans no egyptt 🥶😰😭😭😭😥😥😢😱😥😭😢😱😢
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