ATannie-Life with Anon-Chapter 4/4

    >Just as you are about to leave the door, Annie grabs your wrist
    Good bye Anon, see you tonight!
    >”of course, need anything from the store for dinner?”
    No, i have everything i need. bye bye!
    >you head out to the old little car, and Annie waves to you in the window as you dive by
    >you wave back
    >damnit, she is like live in maid/ housewife combo
    >and she actively wants to do that. You are a lucky man

    >Annie sighs as the little car disappears from view
    >She has a responsibility
    >A man has rescued her from all terrible things that has happened to her
    >He has taken her in his house, fed her, and given her a soft bed to sleep on
    >Annie feels very grateful, and insists on keeping the house tidy, and making sure there is always food in the fridge
    >Annie wants to try something new for food today, so takes down the cookery book she was given
    >Normally, giving such a book to a woman would have been an offensive thing to do, but Annie really enjoys the housewife role she has taken up, and is very fond of her new book
    >she carefully considers the cost of the ingredients, her own skill and what you might like.
    >She decides on a lasagna, she's always wanted to try one of those
    >she checks the cabinets and while she is almost satisfied with what she has, there are steps from inside the house
    "mornin' Annine"
    >A quite curvy figure with shoulder long auburn hair walks into the kitchen
    Good morning Molly!
    >Annie hands the woman a big cup of coffee
    "You're the business Annie, i love you man"
    Y-you can't say that! It's not-
    "aww shut it, i'm givin' ya a compliment here. Thanks again"
    >Molly is well endowed due to her 12 gauge nature
    >but she is still significantly shorter than Annie is. >She is also extremely not-complicated. Just feed her anything and she will work all night for you. >And that means she will feed and fire reliably, you damn perv
    >Molly heads to the couch, leaving Annie alone with her plans of lasagna

>she has everything apart from the "Pasta plates"
>she has to buy them before Anon gets home
>it would be shameful she has not even given food a thought when her man comes home
>shameful
"Annie!"
Good morning Amanda! do you want anything to eat? drink?
"No, i'm fin- wait have you made pancakes?"
Yes! And if you don't eat it, it will get cold!
>Annie gives the girl sitting by the kitchen table in nothing but a pair of white boyshorts and a t-shirt, a gold-brown pancake
>She hesitates for about a tenth of a second before assaulting the pancake just like her she would have assaulted a Vietnamese village back in 1967. If she would have been there, which she wasn't, even if she likes to pretend that
>she tries to speak, but she is interrupted by Annie who says its bad manors to speak with food in your mouth
>She obeys the large woman and chews all the bits of pancake and swallows them
Now, Amanda, you wanted to say something?
"yes!”
>the kinda plain looking girl chugs down an entire glass of milk given to her by Annie before trying to speak again
“Lala said she was going to help me sow my jacket today but she is still sleeeeping”
Maybe we should go wake her up?
>Annie gets over to the kitchen bech and pours some boiling water into a cup and puts some dried tea leaves in it
>She adds a dash of honey, and stirs it around
Come with me, dear
“okay Annie”
>the two head to the bedroom
Lala, are you awake?
>a somewhat annoyed moaning noise can be heard from inside
I have made you some tea!
>more moaning noises
>Annie opens the door, and the girl lying in the bed immediately retracts the blanker over her head
“nnnnnggggggg

You cannot lie in bed all day, little one
>She approaches the window and pulls up the blinders, and the room is filled with sunlight
“nooooo”
>the heap of covers, pillows and blankets seem displeased
>Annie puts the cup on the nightstand , close to where the sound originated from
Soviet black tea, straight fro-
“i uhh, think its russia now”. Amanda reminds Annie of the current world situation
Ah, you are right. Anyway, it is still good for you. I will make you some food, come down in the kitchen in a few minutes, okay
“nnnnnnnnngggggg”
“dont be so boooring!”
>Amanda jumps on the bed next to her sleeping friend
“don’t!”
“stop”
“be!”
“stop”
“boooring!”

>a hand emerges from the pile of softness and reaches for a gun on the ground
>the slide is pulled backwards and aimed at the annoying AR
>however, the pink foam dart misses and hits Annie in the shoulder just as the is about to leave the room
>she stops
“awww, shit you fucked up now, Lala”
>Annie turns around, a fire once again burning in her eyes
So you want war, little one?
>the girl sits up and terrified expression looks at annie
“oh… i-i meant to hit amanda, i didn’t- i’m sorry…”
Its too late now. Chose your side Amanda.
>She hugs the terrefied girl sitting next to her
Keep your friends close….
>Annie leaves the room
"Alright, Lala, you fucked up now. Do you have another one of those in here?
"yeah, sure, b-but i'm not wearin-"
"awww, just get one of Anons T shirts. Ammo?"
"one full cylinder, plus 12 extra for each, your is in the third drawer"
>Amanda picks up an N-Strike Strongarm Blaster, a revolver looking thing that has to be "pumped" after each shot
>But with somewhat... modified spring tension, it could still do the job
>Lala swings the cylinder to the side and inserts 6 darts, holds six in her left and, and due to having no pockets what so ever, puts the last 5 in her panty lining
"Amanda, you ready?"
>She answers by flicking the cylinder closed with a swift wrist movement and pulling the slide back

>Some bit away, Annie heads into the garage and gets out the big guns
>A yellow Doomlands Lawbringer
>A massive blaster, featuring a fully automatic firing mode thanks to its battery power and a 10 round drum mag
>She has another two drum mags loaded up with darts, that she puts in the pockets of her apron
>She refuses to be fired upon by small, inferior weapons
>the switch id set to the "on" position, and a small light appears, just to her know the fun is working
>Just as she enters the door to the kitchen, two pink darts slam into the door frame next to her
>She dives to the floor, hiding behind the kitchen table
>Another two darts fail to hit her, but rather hits some table legs instead
>there is no other option than to flick the table over and using it for cover, like a bad cop movie
>She peeks up over her cover, this time one dart flying within two inches off her head
>She raises her lawbringer and let the machine do its thing
>four darts aimed at the cowering girls that are hiding in the living room
>inspired by bad movies, the two girls decide to flip the couch over aswell, without realizing Molly was sleeping on it
>Molly flies off and hits the floor
>they use this distraction to fire another two darts at Annie, but she is behind hard cover
>Annie has listened closely, and rises up with her lawbringer ready next time the peer over the sofa
>As they both get up to take anther shot, they are met with a hail of automatic dart fire
>they return to cover immediately
"owwwww"
"Shit, Lala, are you hit?"
"you, you're sitting on my tail"
"oh"
>Amanda mover her right foot of the brown-ish tail, that swigs quickly to the other side, followed by displeased grunting from Lala
"alright, reload, and be ready to cover me"
"Amanda swings open the cylinder and tops it up with four darts
>molly is still wondering what the fuck is going on, and runs away to the bedroom for cover
"Alright Lala, i'm ready"
"in three...two...one..."

>Amanda rises over the flipped over couch, and fires one dart towards the table
>Her left hand grabs the slide and violently jerks it back and forth, sending another 5 darts Annie's way
>Annie is however busy reloading her Lawbringer, and gets rid of the old, empty drum, drops it on the floor and inserts a new one
>Luckily, her eyes are good, and just notices a tail sneaking is
A flanking maneuver, huh? Annie mutters to herself, as the drum is locked in place
>She raises the big gun over the table, and just her long finger is about to squeeze the trigger, a small framed girl, all dressed up in mismatched tactical gear and milsurp enters the firing line
"hey guys, can i pla-"
>she is sent to the floor after being hit by several darts from three directions
>Amanda has a bit of a soft spot for the small girl and stays up just long enough for Annie to hit her with two rounds, one in the shoulder and one further down her arm
"FUCK, i'm hit!"
>Lala fires two rounds in Annies direction before rushing over to her wounded friend
"awww, no. Well, you're not shooting anymore with that arm.
>Lala takes Amandas almost loaded Strongarm blaster and and swaps with her own
"you're on reloading duty now"
>Amanda try to do a one-handed reload, but it's a slow process
>three darts hit the floor just by Lala's feet, and she has to jump a little to avoid further fire
>she tries to return fire, Annie is very good at finding cover, despite her size
>Another two darts fail to hit Annie, and her blaster is emprty
"Shit, i'm out, you have reloaded yet?"
"n-no, i can't move my arm"
I heard that!
Annie stands up, and approaches the couch
>She is hit once in her side by flanking fire
"don't worry kids, imma help y'all out!"
>molly wields a Doomlands Vagabond blaster, similar to the strongarms used by Lala and amanda, but larger
>Annie dives for cover behind the kitchen table again

>now really pissed off, Annie tries to survey the situation
>they must be running low on ammo now, so Molly is the primary target
>Annie sneaks her way around the kitchen island and can peek around
>The shift in positions causes Molly to loose track of Annie, and she pays the price with two darts in her back
>She falls to the floor
>Annie picks up her Vagabond in her left and, now having one blaster in each.
>A sneaky circling maneuver takes Lala by surprise as well, and she does manage to hit Annie, but in turn gets hit three times
>Annie discards the slow firing vagabond, and approach the two troublemakers
>the are embracing each other on the carpet, defeated and scared
>Annie has to limp a little from her hit
>Happily, it hit her side just a little, so she she can still walk
>She grabs Molly in her feet and drags her over to the pile
>the last girl is almost on her feet now, but Annie easily picks her up due to her small size, and she is also put in the pile of half dressed girl
>They all look at her
>This is what power feels like
>she drops the almost empty drum to the floor, but has smacked a new one in before anyone could react
You started this war...

>You had a pretty okay day at work
>yeah, sure your boss who thinks he is a gunnery sergeant is a bit annoying, but he is righteous at least
>well, he likes to think so at least
>but now, you head out to the sad old car and you head for home
>"wonder what Annie has cooked up this time? I mean she did say she was going to make food"
>you hum along to the tunes in the radio, and feel pretty happy
>You park the car in the driveway, get out and walk up to the front door
>When you open it, just to your left, Annie is standing with a plastic, yellow toy gun, pointing it at a giggling heap of girls, all citing "epic last words" from action move characters,
>the table is flipped
>the sofa is flipped
>there are chairs everywhere
>that painting is on the floor and broken
>"awww, for fucks sake guys"

>they all freeze as a deer in the headlight of a T-72
>they are completely silent
oh. you're home early
>"well, you guys sure like you were having fun without me, and i really do have a few questions, why are you pointing a nerf gun at them?"
s-sorry anon, i was attacked!
>"why does my house look like a battlefield"
"...because it is?"
>Amanda looks at you as if you were an idiot
>"why are you not wearing any clothes, again?"
a-amanda was shot, and i used my t-shirt as a band aid
>"your? augh, Amanda, could you giver her... my T-shirt back?"
>Lala is trying to over up as much of her chest as possible while getting the shirt back
>"why are you wearing my milsurp?"
"b-but i thought these were war clothes?
>"nevermind you are 10 inches shorter and like 80 pounds lighter than i am?"
"i-it's actually rude to mention a Lady weight" she tries to say in response
"it's rude to flip a man furniture over, besides, you're a .22. I don't think you have to worry about weight
"o-okay"
>"and you!"
>you look over at Annie, and she is once again hit by a wave of shame
>"you are still in charge here"
s-sorry
>you are being guilt tripped by rifles
>and it's working
>Lala is even sort of folding down her ears an an adorable way
>nononno, don't cry
>"augh, nevermind, just clean this up and we're all good, okay?"
"okay Anon!"
>they all rush away to pick up the fired darts and put things back into order
>"just invite me next time, you are having a war, please?"