BITTY! NightMare Sans × Reader

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𝖳𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖲: 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖦𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖶𝖺𝗋, 𝖦𝗎𝗇𝗌, 𝖵𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌

𝖠𝗋𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌:

𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗇: 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿 20 𝗍𝗈 50 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖬𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗌.

Gauze: a typ of bandages

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋
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Y/n had gotton into her and her platoon and lieutenants drop plane. There was afuw dozen soldiers, mabye 37 to 45 soldiers just in this singular plane. There lieutanant, james robonsons or what her and her platoon called him, james or lieutanant, ushually lieutanant. He sat in the back of the plane in his own personal seat. The platoon already knew why he sat there, there was a purpose for that back seat.

""anyone that doesnt jump off gets shot"

thats what the lieutanant told them before geting on the plane with there guns and weapons. James was a well fit man, spanish tanned man with large musices and a brown thick beard and mustash. He was a seriously tall guy and his personality was dry and well.. serious. Some of the soldiers would nickname him 'Mr. Noodles james the 3rd' no one knows how he got that nickname. No one would calk him that to his face though or they would get screamed at.

Y/n was one of the last to go on besides alfred and another soldier. Alfred had sat in one of the seat on the side of the plane facing inward of the walking way of the plane as y/n at sat bsside him aswell.

"Scared?-"

"no!"

Alfred slightly raised his voice in destressed, joking manner. Y/n and alfred had burst into laughter. y/n in y/ns laugh and alfred a series of 'jajajaja's.

"You guys shouldnt be-a joking about this. This is war-a and in war-a there is no jokes"

the old italian guy spoke up from infront of them. he was a older fellow with a grey beard and grey poofy hair. He was a a short man at 5,5 feet but boy could he fight.

"Sorry sir"

"sorry grandpa"

the nickname for the italian older man was grand pa. Since he was and acted like a grandpa to most of the platoon. And was alfreds step grandpa. Since alfred mother marryed someone diffrent after his dad left them. Alfreds mom was german and his dad was a italian.

The italian sighed and turned to tiffany, a female soldier who had been in the milatary for one 2 weeks bow and is all ready being drafted into war. Y/n has been in the army for 4 years but had never been in war before, alfred had been in it for 3 and grandpa- no one knowd except for lieutanant james. "Hwo do you deal with them?" Grandpa dramatically sighed before turning away.

"when did lieutanant say the time for how long this will take to get to the drop zone?" Alex leaned over onto his togeather knees with his arms. Alex had been in army for only 4 month and he was starting to get the hang of it. He was achually freinds with tiffany and y/n before he joined the army with y/ n, which is where y/n had met alfred in the army. Alex had great fasion taste for dresses and clothing in general. He was awsome at doing makeup and would let y/n and tiffany dress up in his dresses sometimes and he would there makeup. One time tiffany had got his a beautiful dark sea blue dress with sliver at the top and he freaked. Tht dress still hung up in his closet to this day.