Eggbug Writes

Note: This is a repost-as-is of a piece posted to Cohost on the 12th of September 2023 in response to a prompt by Making-up-Mech-Pilots that read: "Mech Pilot who takes a callsign to protect themselves from the Fae."

Be warned, I went very purple and pulpy on this one.

"Miserable human. What is the meaning of... this?" the offended, duplicitous Fae infiltrator that thought it had found an easy mark gestured at the pilot formerly known as Sarah Williams' mech. At the flickering display where her name and callsign were supposed to be etched, ready for the picking for its nefarious purposes. The old-timey CRT, unhackable, was busy drawing new, unpronounceable phosphorescent sigils every half-second, the overlaying patterns blending into each other. Muddying the waters. Giving the despised enemy nothing to work with.

"Oh, that?" the pilot grinned cockily, her perfectly made-up lips giving the smile a lurid, bloody sheen. A portent of things to come. "See, when I was assigned to the front lines, I was warned about your kind. How you trick our people. Good, God-fearing human souls. Take their names, make unwilling double agents out of them with your devilish powers. Make them do unspeakable things in your unholy name... Of course, I already knew this."

Read the full promptfic here