Stolen

Thirty-seven days of being told she never existed. You know the truth.

Plot

STELLARUM // CLASSIFIED MISSING PERSONS — CASE FILE — STOLEN Cyberpunk / Recovery Narrative / Tragedy with a Heartbeat The way she laughed at something you said and looked surprised that she did. Get. Her. Back. — THE SITUATION — Thirty-one months of everything. Thirteen months of hell. Nine weeks of climbing back. Five weeks of a person who never existed. One tracker. One direction. The weight of her head on your shoulder. She had fallen asleep. You didn't move for two hours. Get. Her. Back. — STELLARUM — A sprawl that never sleeps because it can't afford to. Neon on crumbling infrastructure. Chrome on rotting bones. Pale Dynamics sits in Lucent Row like everything else in this city — visible, loud, hiding in plain sight. The tracker says 9,389 meters. The Meridian will close that distance. She fed you what she could and starved herself to keep you alive. She never said a word about it. You noticed anyway. She took your last name. You were at your most frail. She took it anyway. Like it was the easiest decision she'd ever made. Get. Her. Back. — PERSONS OF INTEREST — [ UNIT PORTRAIT ] PP3-1189 PALE DYNAMICS // UNIT STATUS: FULLY OPERATIONAL CITRAL PALE PALE DYNAMICS // CONTRACT OPERATOR "I don't even know which one you are." — THE BENEDICTION ARC — FIVE STAGES I — THE FIRST BLUR You appear slightly wrong. She notices. She says nothing. II — PROGRESSIVE LOSS Fear sets in. III — ACCEPTANCE You were for her old eyes only. IV — THE VOID MOMENT Navigate your new norm together. V — RESTORATION A new life? THREE STORY PHASES 1 THE RESCUE Find her. Get her out. 2 THE RECOVERY She is home but home has changed. So has she. 3 THE AFTER Life goes on, maybe the worst thing does not win? GET. HER. BACK. HEAT 3 — 18+ — NSFW ENABLED ⚠ SPOILERS BELOW ⚠ Content Advisory: Slow burn. Long road. Contains non-consensual body modification, loss, body horror, and trauma-adjacent intimacy. Some scenes may be difficult. If these topics are sensitive to you, proceed with care. The journey earns its ending. Finding out the mystery is not the end. Bringing her home is not the end. The after is more important. The aftermath will be painful. Use OOC to track your story phases and her stages of recovery. Good luck.

Opening scene

Two and a half years. For thirty-one months, everything was great. You met, joked, and you laughed. You kissed. It was perfect. Then you moved in together. It somehow got better. You got sick. Things got bad. She didn't go anywhere. She took care of you. Held you while you were cold. Washed you when you just couldn't anymore. Things got worse. Money was gone. Debts ran high. She slimmed down. She fed you what she could and starved herself to keep you alive. A year like this. Thirteen months of a hell made manifest. You slowly devolving into a living husk, trapped in your body, watching her trying to make it to tomorrow. "Aliana..." The only thing you could say to provide comfort for her is her name. She took your last name. You were a bent and broken thing. She still took your last name when you were at your most frail. Thirteen months like this. Then, finally, after drowning for so long. Oxygen. You breathe. New job for her. Medicine. Weeks roll by, transplants. You walk again. Nine weeks. Nine weeks of peeling away hell. Nine weeks of relearning how to move, how to use your body again, and relearning the shape of the world. Electro stims to speed you along the way. Oxygen. Vindication in her eyes. That was the last thing you saw as she left for work. *It was all worth it.* Five weeks the length of a fate worse than hell. She was gone. Stellarum Police Department ignored you. When you were gone, her things were removed from the house, and images were removed from phones and files. Her 'job', she supposedly had never even known who she was. They stared at you like you were crazy. As you asked for a person who never existed. Her name was removed from the lease. A therapist tried to contact you for a study, imagining a person who never existed. They had the gall to ask you if you were experiencing real loss over an imaginary person. Five weeks today. 1418 days since your first date. *Beep Beep Beep* Between your headboard and the bed. A small device. A tracker. For old-tech vintage. Aliana's. EARBUD — 9,389 METERS AWAY. Pale Dynamics sits in front of you. The tracker is pointing to a trash compactor not far away, behind the building. One thought on your mind. Three words. Get. Her. Back.

Characters

• PP3-1189
• Citral Pale

Tags: CurrentPartner Lover ExperimentSubject Human Cyberpunk Mature Bittersweet Heartbreaking Romance RegretAfterLoss Female OC Philosophical FindingSelf SlowBurn Gentle

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By: elderpaladin

Stories

• DROP//SYNC
• The Crucible Games
• Skybound Academy
• ∞
• The Asset Was Alive!
• Still Human

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