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Annie walked into the Hellfire Club, considerably confused as to what this place was for. She'd heard of it, one of the first times Annie knew something without having been expressly told about it or personally experiencing it.

All she knew was it was fancy, and that a lot of people were going here. Otherwise, she was oblivious to everything about it.

So, time to learn, she's good at that... usually.

*Dirt rumbled under the iron heels of the miniaturized Sentinel as it landed outside the H.P.O outpost.*

Sentinel: “MISSION DIRECTIVE: SECURE SUBJECT X-001 IN LIVING STATUS.”

*Its virtual voice boomed, rattling the branches of surrounding trees.*

*Annie's head rotated away from the generator as she heard the thumping of it marching into the facility. She dropped her flashlight and drew her other pistol. She hadn't really fought anything, much less something designed to kill her friends.*

Sentinel: “EPSILON LEVEL MUTANT DETECTED, THREAT LEVEL: MINIMUM. ESTIMATED CHANCE OF SUCCESS: MAXIMUM.” *it boomed, marching into the generator room. It scanned every corner, nothing… where did Annie go-* BANG *A gunshot rang out, point-blank into the back of the Sentinel's head. Its torso rotated around, arm extended to clothesline its assailant. Annie ducked the blow, shooting it in the left knee twice before rolling aside from an eye-beam. She clambered up its shoulder, shooting its neck before kicking it to launch herself off.*

*The gaps which had been shot sparked only briefly as it readjusted to face Annie. She unloaded shot after shot into its face as thrusters on its back flared to life and sent it barreling forward. Annie dove aside, one leg caught in its path, being pulled straight from its hinge as the Sentinel crashed into the wall and through to the rec room on the other end.*

Annie(‘s thoughts): “Crud, my leg!”

*Annie holstered her guns and got in a handstand pose. She scrambled on her hands out of the generator room door as the sentinel turned and boosted itself at her again. It cratered the concrete, no other room to go into through the wall it ate it into. Annie darted into the rec room, quickly finding her leg. Just as she reattached it the sentinel burst through a different segment of the wall, stance wide as to not miss her again. This failed as Annie rolled between its legs, costume singed by the jets on its back. Annie didn't hesitate in sprinting on all fours out the third exit made in the rec room.*

Annie: “c'mon, think Annie, what to do? This thing doesn't even care about my guns… maybe I don't need my guns.”

*She thought, hiding around a corner as the metal monster stomped back out into the hall. Its palms lit up, readying to fire at any notice. As it rounded the corner, Annie slid between its legs again, hopping onto its back immediately afterwards, positioning herself just by its head. Its arm rotated to aim for her, repulsor charging. Annie leveraged the charger up time to plant a foot on its forearm and stomp it down as hard as she could. Its hand was reangled just enough to clip its head. Perfect… almost.*

Sentinel: “SYSTEM DAMAGED.”

*It boomed, immediately after shoving its arm to the side, launching Annie out of the main exit and into the forest. She rolled on the forest floor as it followed her up, head sparking.*

Annie: “Okay, my guns time.”

*She thought, drawing her pistols again. She ran at the Sentinel, pirouetting out of the way of its blasts. She aimed shots into the exposed patch on its head, furthering the damage and worsening its aim even more. Finally, Annie jumped onto its shoulders again, drawing a katana mid air and driving the blade into its ironclad skull.*

Sentinel: “C-C-CRITIC-C-CAL DAMA-AGE. SYS-SYS-SYSTEM FAI-FAILUUUuuurrrr”

*The Sentinel's voicebox croaked as the machine fell to its knees, then onto its face. Annie pulled her blade from its head and sheathed it, gaze landing on the sparks still coming from its head.*

Annie: “Well Mr Sentinel, you look like a fine enough battery to jumpstart Mr Generator.”

*Leaves crunched underfoot as Annie walked through the forest behind Xavier's, suited up in her Anniepool uniform. She'd remembered this place not long ago, now it was time to get some answers.*

*It'd been hours and Annie had ended up around 10 miles from the mansion when she finally reached her destination. It would've looked like any ordinary hill had the secret door not been blown open a while ago.*

*She braced herself, drew a pistol, turned on a flashlight and stepped in, descending down the stairs. Nature had largely reclaimed this place, moss growing along the concrete walls of the strange laboratory, partially covering a symbol that read “H.P.O: Hu[ ]n Pur[ ] Orga[ ]ation. Annie walked to the first computer she could find, trying fruitlessly to turn it on. No power. She ran her gaze along the wall until finding the words “Generator room” scribed there in weathered yellow paint. That same yellow paint made a clean line presumably leading to the generator.*

*Annie's eyes briefly scanned the room again, double checking to make sure she missed nothing. Aside from a camera that somehow had power, nothing of note. So, she moved on, heading for the generator.*

???: “Hm… seems like our experiment has come back to bite us in the ass. If you wouldn't mind, send something to collect it.”

???: “Sir, I don't see how a mannequin could be a threat to-”

???: “That mannequin is worth 170 million dollars of research. So do as I said, and get a unit out there to retrieve her, Viktor!”

Viktor: “Yes, sir.”

*Meanwhile, Annie tried uselessly to get the generator running. No fuel or battery of any kind, so no power. She stepped back, placing hands on her hips as she brainstormed what to do.*

*Annie(?)'s eyes slowly peeled open, sedatives wearing off. She looked around, finding herself in a lab of sorts. She tries to move, fails, she's strapped down. Her eyes trail downward to her restraints, finding she'd been stripped as well.*

“W-what the? Hey! What's going on! Where am I?!”

*She shouts, voice reaching no one. She struggles against her restraints again, thrashing violently on the surgical table she was stuck on. Her struggles go on for what feels like hours until the door to the room hisses open, and a man in a hazmat suit walks in, flanked by two others.*

“Ugh, it's awake. Get more sedatives, can't have this Mu$%# awake when we cut her open.”

*The leading man says, words dripping venom as another man hands him a syringe.*

“Wait. Cut me open? Wait wait wait. No no no, stop! Stop, please! PLEASE, NO!!!”

*Annie(?) screams, struggling harder against her bindings. The man grabs her by the throat and forces her to hold still. He presses the needle to her neck, pushes it into a vein there and pushes the plunger.*

*Annie sits up quickly in her bed, hand flying to her neck. She'd have screamed, but she has no mouth, she's a mannequin after all. She's… at the mansion. No lab, no restraints, none of it.*

“What was that?”

*Annie thought, slowly laying back down.*

Ooc: you thought Annie had no trauma? FOOL! ALL OCs HAVE TRAUMA!!!

Ooc: bonus Grey since I said I'd make her if I couldn't make Banshee but I also wanted to make Rogue so... bleh

Ooc: if you couldn't tell what they are, in order they are: Dog, cat, bear, and bunny / rabbit. The bear isn't as Freddy-like as some may hope.

*Annie was just going about her day, when she made a great discovery about socks. Since they were soft, they prevented her feet from clicking when she walked. This, combined with her being virtually weightless meant her footsteps were practically silent so long as she was wearing socks. This was, categorically, good news.*