ATannie-this is the end chapter 4/9

    >The interviews went on for a few weeks
    >And while most of it was very simple, straight forward
    >Some interviews resulted in funnier things
    >First and most obvious, was the PTRD
    >Annie explained that despite the obvious similarities, they were not at all related
    >Sure, both were very long and very heavy AT rifles chambered for the same cartridge
    >But they were designed by Simonov and Degtyaryov, respectively

    >”So you don’t get along or something?”
    What? I can’t tell that for sure before i’ve met her, but i usually get along with people, right?
    >”You did pleasure a man’s gun in front of him while he was tied to a chair…”
    He had it coming
    >”Yeah, fair enough”

    >So with that you pick up the big rifle and carry it to the room
    >It was a little lighter and shorter than the PTRS
    >Not by much, mind, it was still a 6.5 ft rifle at just under 40 lbs
    >Annie sat down in her chair to your right side
    >She had gotten herself a pair of red U-shaped glasses, looking very much like something a female lawyer in her early 40s would wear
    >She claimed it was a necessity, since she was your assistant now
    >Not like you could complain about it

    >Gun #704, PTRD, serial ends in...236

    You can change now

    >And so she does
    >She was also tall, maybe not as much as Annie, but maybe… 6’1? 6’2?
    >And just like Annie, her hair was long, easily down half of her back and with a deep brown color
    >Her build… There was no doubt she was strong, but still not quite as much as Annie
    >Like many before her, she looked around, looking for anything familiar at all
    >Her eyes stop at Annie

    “You…”
    Anti tank rifle, Simonov, 1941 model. Name’s Annie

    >Annie has a genuinely warm smile when she wants to
    >It looks really honest
    >Most times, it even is
“...”
It’s all okay. We want you no harm. Do you have a name?
“Krasny. But… you can call me Cassie”
Cassie. This here is Anon, you can trust him

>Cassie nods

Good. Now, i understand if you are a little confused by where you are-
“Yes”
Well, you’re here because you were taken from your home.
“No. I was outside. But why was i taken?”
Some people are not happy about our existence. You were taken to a place…

>Annie sighs
>She always had a hard time saying this

>”Taken to a place where they crush receiver and bolt and then bury the remains. But me and Annie here, along with some help of course, got you and over 2000 of your friends out”

>Cassie goes pale
>Her eyes empty

“They were going to…”
>”No more. You’re safe with us”

>Cassie swallows and blinks heavily a few times

>”But for now, i just wanna see if you want to go home again?”
“How long have i been out?”
>”Just under a month”
“I don’t think i have an apartment anymore”
>”You were living alone?”
“Yes”

>You didn't really know what to say at this point
>Social security didn't include rifles, after all
>But Cassie seemed stable enough to walk around as she were
>She wanted to help with the house, make some food maybe
>She may have given another reason to you
>But you had this feeling Cassie really didn't want to be useless
>She wanted to be useful
>And if that meant some manual labor, she was happy for it
> just 30 minutes later, she was chopping up firewood
>Smiling
>The interviews went on through the day
>It helped having Annie with you
>She was like them, so they trusted her
>She was also cool headed and calm
>Until that one gun turned up...


>”Alright, last one in this pistol box”
Do we call it a day after this?

>You look at the big clock on the wall

>”Yeah. Dinner at 6 and I want to rest a little and have a shower before that”
Of course. So, let's go?
>”Yeah. Let's”

>Gun #441. Kolibri pistol, serial ends with 12

>You put the miniscule handgun on the couch and walk back to your seat

>”You can change now”

>It wasn't that uncommon that nothing happened
>But after some persuasion from Annie…

Don't worry little one, we wish you no harm

>And so she changed
>Now, you didn't expect a big girl from the world's smallest handgun chambered in a 2.7mm cartridge
>But her size surprised even someone who had an idea on what to expect
>She stood maybe two feet tall
>Not looking that young physically, mid to late teens maybe but her frame was absolutely tiny
>Almost like someone scaled down to 40%
>This is when Annie lost her cool
>She stared with big eyes towards the little one and set her notebook aside

OH MY GOD YOU ARE ADORABLE
    >Annie leaps up from her armchair and darts over to the small geist
    >She picks her up, looking like a child on Christmas day and ends up holding her in her own hands, not quite sure what to

    You're so cute…

    >The tiny woman looks very uncomfortable
    >And then happy

    “Thank you! My name is Stephanie. I like embroidery and reading. I hope we get along!”

    >This line seem to have had a profound effect on Annie
    >She is almost shaking
    >Stepping in her place
    >And looking like a girl who had been giving a little puppy
    >Annie cradles the little girl in her arms and looking absolutely beyond herself
    >She embraces her very, very gently
    >The resulted in Annie making a small shelf with her arms and her cleavage
    >With Stephanie lying on top

    >At about this time you sigh heavily and slam your face on the desk
    >There are way too many cute noises flying around
    >Annie was carrying around the little one like a lap dog
    >And talking to her like one
    >And Stephanie loved it
    >Now Annie was running around showing the little one around while holding her in her arms
    >All while sounding very excited
    >You decide you’ve had enough of this shit for one day
    >You head into the kitchen, where doll is standing and looking very confused

    “Mister, what-”
    >”Please don’t ask. I have no idea either”
    “There was another woman in here too, should i lay up another plate?”
    >”Nope. You’re gonna have the fortune of dining with two AT rifles tonight. I developed a headache all of a sudden”
    “Do you want me to give you something?”
    >”Nope. I’m going to fix this with jack, coke and dire straits”
    >Turns out, you didn’t need much Jack
    >You went upstairs, flopped down on the bed and put on one of the old CDs
    >And then… you just laid down
    >And let your thoughts just flow with the music
    >You must have headed on into the mists at some point
    >But despite what you planned, it wasn’t a long sleep
    >You woke up at some point in the night
    >02:44 to be precise
    >There is a distinct lack of Annie around you
    >She was certainly not fan of sleeping alone, and would have slept next to you every time she got the chance
    >But, the bottle of jack is still untouched
    >the music is still playing… which means she hasn’t been up here at all
    >There is always the possibility she got blind out drunk with her new friend
    >She could have… but somehow you feel the house it not at rest
    >you descend the stairs wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, a hoodie and a handgun
    >But there is nothing interesting going on
    >anywhere
    >You end up in front of the fridge, letting the cool air flow over your legs and the solitary light illuminate the room best it can
    >But just as you close the door you hear sounds
    >thud
    >thud
    >thud thud
    >THUD
    >and then… groaning?

    >All kinds of muttering goes through your head
    >you walk as silently as you can towards the sound source
    >it's not the gun room, and no other place on the ground floor
    >only place left is the cellar
    >carefully you sneak down the stairs, all while the thudding noises get louder
    >and the other thing is defiantly groaning

    “Come on! You got this!”

    >...Lala?
    >What the fuck is she doing here?
    >you sneak further into the cellar

    >thud-thud-THUD!

    >And then more groaning
    >Annie groaning more specifically
    >Then the sound of what… could be leather slapping against leather

    “Don't give up Annie!”

    >That was Doll
    >She was apparently also here
    >You were now at the point where curiosity meets… a fear for what is actually going on
    >but curiosity wins
    >curiosity always wins
    >You finally arrive at the large room, standing just next to the open door

    >Thud-thud-thud!

    >And then... cheering
    >and not just from Doll or Lala
    >There were lots of people down here
    >You peek into the room and see what is likely the weirdest thing you have ever seen
    >maybe geists sit in a big circle, all quietly cheering
    >All familiar faces, some of yours, some of the new ones
    >In the center of the circle, Annie and Cassie
    >Wearing sports bras, gym shorts
    >And boxing gloves
    >They were boxing
    >worst thing was, both of them looked like they knew what the were doing
    >footwork was okay
    >stance wasn’t bad either
    >You toy with the idea of walking in and asking what the fuck is going on
    >...but it would be kinda a dick move
    >instead, you decide to mess with them tomorrow
    >You sneak up to your room, set the alarm to way earlier than you are happy with and go the fuck to sleep

    >The morning after, the phone shouts at you with angry ringing noises
    >You manage to silence the whiny cunt before Annie wakes up
    >She smells… surprisingly fruity, probably a shampoo or something
    >but no matter how pleasant laying next to her was, you had things to do
    >you get dressed and find that shitty bluetooth speaker that was always out of battery
    >making sure it’s plugged into a socket, and it’s working with your phone, you find the workout playlist, and find that one song
    >Volume was up
    >all was prepared
    >As a surprisingly large amount of people trickles in for breakfast
    >All of them looking very tired, and many… hungover?

    >You were very confused first time Annie got a hangover
    >You really didn’t think guns could do that
    >But when you voiced this to Annie, you just had pillows and russian curses thrown your way
    >But if they actually were hungover this morning you had no idea
    >what you did notice was how not one could stare you in the eyes, all shamefully avoiding your gaze
    >The only thing that could make them even more embarrassed was if you were to be overly friendly

    >”Annie! Would you like something to eat? Got lots of stuff in the kitchen you know!”
    …
    >”Aww… my little bird is a little sleepy… I’ll get you some nice steamy coffee, just you wait here”

    >Almost choking from keeping a straight face, you send Annie deeply blushing before returning back into the kitchen
    >You decide to take this whole plan from being funny, to rib crushingly hilarious
    >For the next 40 minutes you are overly nice, making every single of them feel very uncomfortable
    >blushes
    >Ashamed staring at the floor
    >turning heads away
    >All while being showered in care
    >You almost go blue from not exploding in laughter
    >And then
    >When the mood was so awkward it would make a weeb’s attempt at going out with the class queen look cute, you are start the final part of the plan
    >The bluetooth speaker is positioned in the corner of the room
    >No one saw because they were busy staring at the floor
    >You slide to the doorframe and bring your phone up
    >There are three very important words on the screen
    >The song title
    >Below it, a large arrow
    >the play button


    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ioE_O7Lm0I4


    >They look at you a little confused at first
    >But as soon as they realized what it was
    >As soon as they understood
    >They ALL went completely red in their faces
    >At this point you couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore
    >All the panicked embarrassment
    >the horror
    >You really shouldn’t be laughing at this
    >You really shouldn’t
    >But this was just too funny not to laugh at

    >You suddenly remember they did box, and it would be a wise idea to get the fuck out
    >You smile like an idiot for the rest of the day