Realistic or Modern Cuddle Bear Force: Retribution (Open and Accepting)

[GhastlySquash]

Hainesville...where the rich and shallow watch the poor and desperate fight for scraps.

It's a city built on the glorification of corruption. It's become so common that people don't even bother to hide it nowadays. Cops do it. Drug dealers are setting up official stores and neon signs to attract their junkies while corporations do the same for their mindless zombies.

It's the kind of city that disgusts me. But for some reason or another, it's home. And I love Hainesville more than I love even myself.

As a kid, teddy bears were what kept the dark away and kept me safe. Much like the crime in this cesspit, the darkness was everywhere. But Mr. Cuddles kept me safe. Helped me pass out. That was an age most kids can remember. Before vodka and whiskey replaced them.

Well...it's time for a comeback.

And believe me...there will be retribution.

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SP3CT3R The Fluffiest Floof

(So it begins, by the way prepare to use your nicknames anytime you're in...cuddle force mode lol)

Currently, Reginald's Chop Shop was quiet as the one guard patrolled the perimeter. Reginald's new Mercedes was parked below, and so were two other black cars with tinted windows. Standing from a rooftop, a pink, cuddly bear crouched over the ledge, beady black eyes and a permanent stitched smile scanning the perimeter.

Cuddlefucker (yeah the name sucks) gleefully held onto her baseball bat, keeping tabs on her intercoms as a cute, upbeat voice broke through.

"This is Cuddlefucker to No-Care Bear, you have one guard heading to your position. Looks like he's armed."

Reginald's had seen an unexpected boost in profits and Reginald was showing off. Flexing his power wherever he went, throwing money at the wall and pulling more out of his ass. Which begged the question: Who the fuck was throwing money into his ass?

The question had nagged at Cuddle's head for quite some time. She was certain now that the armed guard, shady cars, and everything else explained it. He was leasing his shop to criminal enterprises.

There were a few options of course too. Mario Macaroni led the mafia in this city, and despite the name, was a ruthless killer who earned the nickname "The Plumber" as his signature mark was drowning the target in a toilet.

Then there was the cartel. Jimmy Chimichanga, former taco truck owner turned Drug Lord after proving cocaine could be smuggled in trucks all over the city and the price for a cop's silence was extra sauce on Taco Tuesday.

Then of course, there were corporations. Inara Logistics. Weyland. Parasol Pharmaceuticals. Anyone could use a discreet location and still have the money to pay off.

"Teddy Tank, these voice changers are amazing." Cuddles carefully lowered herself down the fire escape. "I'll rendezvous with you guys after we take out the guard. Don't kill him yet, I want to know what we're dealing with first."

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Ari sighed annoyedly. "Its the Don't Care Bear... Not No Care... You know what, whatever. Forget about it." The girl checked her outfit. A bulletproof black bear costume, with a white stomach area. Further, she was wearing a just as bullet proof respirator, as well black in color. Only her big, beautiful eyes were visible. All in all, with the bear suit, the rather small teenager was looking one thing. Cute.

"I'll welcome him over." Arianna got in position, suddenly jumping in front of the guard when he passed. He was stunned by surprise, which gave Ari the time to do two quick movement's with her hands. Directed at his throat and chest, he was made to collapse on the ground, gasping for air. His rifle dropped next to him. "Guard is down, but alive. For now.", Ari gave through the intercom. The amount of professionalism and mercilessness she had at her young age was amazing everytime.

 

[SP3CT3R]

"I know the voice changers are to help mask our identities, but intentionally making us sound like cartoon characters is fucking corny," Troy said between bites of pizza while furiously clicking at several keyboards, "Especially with the way all of us swear so much." He was camping out in a van about a block away, playing mission control for the other two and hoping he wouldn't have to get involved.

"I've managed to flood their security system with porn bots, and according to math reasons it'll take them about fifteen minutes to close all of the pop-up ads. Which is about the same amount of time it'll take me to get this thing off if I put it on all the way, so please don't call for backup unless your life is in danger."

 

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Cuddlefucker made it down to meet Don't-Care Bear. "You need a shorter name, you know. Something with a ring to it...like Cuddlefucker."

Teddy Tank's analysis wasn't desirable. Fifteen minutes to clear out Reginalds with no intel on what's inside was cutting it close, but he was useful when it came down to it. Chuckling at his comment about the voice changers, Cuddles replied. "Awwww, I'm sorry we swear to much. But let's face it, it really gives the bad guys a run for their money."

Sliding down, she met Don't-Care Bear with the guard. It was true she was quite the messed-up cookie, but considering that at her age, Cuddles had taken pleasure in watching someone spend the rest of their life drinking from a straw, she felt it was more of a newfound friend.

"What the fuck..." The guard moaned before Cuddles knelt down.

"Hi there! You've had quite a day, haven't you Mr. Guard!" Cuddles leaned over. "Can you please tell us how many more meanie guards are inside?"

"Why the fuck would I tell a care-OW!" Cuddles had found a position right below his kneecap before jabbing a sharp piece of scrap metal through it.

By now, his screams of pain were muffled under the plush glove as Cuddles leaned in. "Did you know an area below the kneecap has the best pain receptor in the body? That's today's fun fact!"

The guard was practically tearing up, wondering what kind of fucked up person was hiding underneath that stupid smile. "Okay...okay...I'll tell you. It's just Reggie...uh...Jimmy and umm..."

Cuddles pushed further, causing him to wince. "And five other guys! Jimmy's got five guys!"

"No taco truck either." Cuddles giggled. "Well, thank you Mr. Guard, you were a great help."

"Now are you going to let me-" Cuddles quickly twisted the guys neck, snapping it before turning to Don't Care Bear. "I'll let you take the next one. Promise."