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Baddog facepalmed.
For the last month while he had been going on his regular visits to Roulette's, he had noticed somethings about her. She was very...."diffrent". First thing, she was practically emotionless. No matter what he did, he could never get her expression to change from the blank, bored one that seemed to be plastered to her face. The only thing he could get was a slight blush on some occasions, and a glare of annoyance from him bugging her about it.
Second, she was very strong for her size. She could punch threw and break at least 15 punching bags in an hour, barley breaking a sweat. She could lift Baddog easily and trained constantly. Roulette didn't seem like a very social person, so he figured that was what she most likely did before they met in her free time. But she was also skinny and only slightly muscular. She kept her womanly figure and didn't look as strong as she actually was.
Thirdly, She didn't understand American slang AT ALL. It was actually pretty funny at how confused she would get. But trying to explian them to her was frustrating. She would always add common logic to it and talk to the person like they were stupid for saying it. Like, "Hold your horses." She would reply with "....I do not own horses. And why would I hold them? Horses have nothing to do with the situation. This is a very stupid request."
Finally, She NEVER smiled. Well, she did, but on very rare occasions. No matter what joke he told, no matter how many thing he idi the he knew for a fact made her happy, she never gave even the tinyest smile. But when she did smile, which he only ever saw at least 3 times in the last year, it was absouletly adorable. So of course, Baddog would want to see it as often as he could. But of course, if he asked, Roulette would respond by rolling her only visiable eye and walking away with a flat out. "No."
After you get to know her fpr a little while, Roulette was pretty easy to figure out. But though he knew her talent in acrobatics and that she was able to learn diffrent languages fast, he always wondrerede if she had a real talent. He knew alot about her, She loved strawberry short cake, hated the water and can't swim, and that she's utterly terrifed by clowns. But this week he had a misson, find out Roulette's talent!  Well, if she had one...But not only that. He wanted to get her to show some emotion.
So right now, they were sitting in Roulette's room. Baddog trying to get her to understand the consept of smiling. "One last time....When your happy, you smile, so if you smile, people know you did something good to make you happy!" Roulette started back at him with a blank expression, as usual. "....Why would they care of what my emotion is? Does there life depend on if they see my face in such an expression? If they are truly my friend, then they sound be able to tell me emotion without a smile on my face." She retorted. Baddog hit his head against the table in frustration and groaned.
Roulette quriked a brow at him. "What is wrong? Have you contracted a fever or sickness of some sort?" Oh yeah, she also had the WEIRDEST way of talking. She would never you conjunctions like "What's" Or "It's" She always had to say "What is" or "It is". Not to mention she always had to use big fancy words like "Contracted" instead of something simplier. Baddog looked up from the table and sighed. " No..." Roulette just seemed to stare at him for a moment before kissing his forhead, making Baddog blink and blush slightly in suprise.
Here was another thing. It was actually one of the nicer parts or Roulette's personality. She would often give little signs of affection  when she saw someone she liked troubled in someway. The affcetion wasn't always a small kiss. It could be something from a hug, which was big considering she hated unessary contact, or something as simple and putting a hand on that persons shoulder for comfort. Baddog always figured that because she couldn't really verbally comfort someone, that this was the next best thing. Actions speak louder than words after all.
Roulette looked at him, blank expression still in place. " My aplogies if I have cause you some sort of distress in my odd nature. I realize that I am not not the most..."normal" of people." Baddog shrugged. "If I had a problem with it I wouldn't be dating you, would I?" He smiled. Roulette blinked then looked away and blushed a bit. "Da...." And that word. "Da." She always said it, as if to say yes. Aswell as after a question. He figured it was just a apart of her accent, which was very thick. But hey, that's what you get when you date someone that's Russian.
An hour or two went by and Baddog went back to DOOM, Roulette staying at her own home. baddog walked into DOOM as quietly as he could, not wanting to get ntoiced. "BADDOG!!" He flinched as his name was called out and slowly turned towatds where the sound came from. It was Snaptrap. he sat at the head of the meeting table, Larry, Ollie and Francisco siiting around him. "Hurry up!! it's time for today's meeting!" Baddog blinked then sighed in relif. they hadn't realized he went out. He walked over to the table and took his seat.

"For tomorrows EVIL PLAN, I have a new super lazer I'm going to unleash on Petroplis!!" Snaptrap smiled brightly. Everyone blinked. "But, ugh, what does it do?" Larry interuppted. Snaptrap glared. "I was GETTING  to that Larry!! Shut up and wait until someones finsihed talking ,jeez!" Ollie rolled his eyes. "As I was saying!!" Snaptrap started. "I've made a lazer that reverses someone's personailty! I'm going to fire it at the TUFF agents, and make them all opposistes of themselves, making them all wimps and sending TUFF into choas!!" Ollie blinked. "..Wow Boss. That's actually a pretty well thought out plan." Snaptrap smiled brightly.
"Of course it is! That's why I'm the boss!"
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The next morning was normal.
Both DOOM and TUFF got ready, did their morning ruteins then got ready for work. Snaptrap called into TUFF and told them of his plan, as usual, and Roulette and PIxlez were sent in. Pixlez flew up to the doors of DOOM, flying Roulette there by holding her under her arms. "Ready?" Pixlez asked, starting to fly faster as they came towardds the enemy head quarters. "Da." Roulette noddded, her ever present blank expression etched on her face.
Pixlez smiled brightly. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!" Pixlez threw Roulette, who fliped and slamed into the door, knocking it off it;s hinges. She fliped mid-air and landed on her feet. "Halt in the name of TUFF!" Snaptrap, who was standing at the railing in the top of the balcony smriked when he saw the girls. "Ah! TUFF Agents Ivanov and Q! Long time no see!" PIxlez blinked. "...You saw us yesterday." Snaptrap narrowed his eyes. "I didn't ask for your input!!" Roulette rolled her eye. "Can we just arrest you all and get this over with?!" Snaptrap laughed. "Oh it won't be THAT easy! Franciso!!"
Both girls turned as they heard a click noise. Francisco stood there smirking, a large lazer in his hands. " Try stopping this!" He fired and Baddog flinched, not realizseing he was aiming strait at Roulette. Pixlez flew up out of the way but Roulette, unable to get away fast enough was shot direactly. It looked like she was elcetricted and after amoment, she fell face first to the floor, smoking a bit, singed from the shock and out cold.Baddog's heart dropped.
"ROULETTE!!!"

Description
Baddog facepalmed.
For the last month while he had been going on his regular visits to Roulette's, he had noticed somethings about her. She was very...."diffrent". First thing, she was practically emotionless. No matter what he did, he could never get her expression to change from the blank, bored one that seemed to be plastered to her face. The only thing he could get was a slight blush on some occasions, and a glare of annoyance from him bugging her about it.
Second, she was very strong for her size. She could punch threw and break at least 15 punching bags in an hour, barley breaking a sweat. She could lift Baddog easily and trained constantly. Roulette didn't seem like a very social person, so he figured that was what she most likely did before they met in her free time. But she was also skinny and only slightly muscular. She kept her womanly figure and didn't look as strong as she actually was.
Thirdly, She didn't understand American slang AT ALL. It was actually pretty funny at how confused she would get. But trying to explian them to her was frustrating. She would always add common logic to it and talk to the person like they were stupid for saying it. Like, "Hold your horses." She would reply with "....I do not own horses. And why would I hold them? Horses have nothing to do with the situation. This is a very stupid request."
Finally, She NEVER smiled. Well, she did, but on very rare occasions. No matter what joke he told, no matter how many thing he idi the he knew for a fact made her happy, she never gave even the tinyest smile. But when she did smile, which he only ever saw at least 3 times in the last year, it was absouletly adorable. So of course, Baddog would want to see it as often as he could. But of course, if he asked, Roulette would respond by rolling her only visiable eye and walking away with a flat out. "No."
After you get to know her fpr a little while, Roulette was pretty easy to figure out. But though he knew her talent in acrobatics and that she was able to learn diffrent languages fast, he always wondrerede if she had a real talent. He knew alot about her, She loved strawberry short cake, hated the water and can't swim, and that she's utterly terrifed by clowns. But this week he had a misson, find out Roulette's talent!  Well, if she had one...But not only that. He wanted to get her to show some emotion.
So right now, they were sitting in Roulette's room. Baddog trying to get her to understand the consept of smiling. "One last time....When your happy, you smile, so if you smile, people know you did something good to make you happy!" Roulette started back at him with a blank expression, as usual. "....Why would they care of what my emotion is? Does there life depend on if they see my face in such an expression? If they are truly my friend, then they sound be able to tell me emotion without a smile on my face." She retorted. Baddog hit his head against the table in frustration and groaned.
Roulette quriked a brow at him. "What is wrong? Have you contracted a fever or sickness of some sort?" Oh yeah, she also had the WEIRDEST way of talking. She would never you conjunctions like "What's" Or "It's" She always had to say "What is" or "It is". Not to mention she always had to use big fancy words like "Contracted" instead of something simplier. Baddog looked up from the table and sighed. " No..." Roulette just seemed to stare at him for a moment before kissing his forhead, making Baddog blink and blush slightly in suprise.
Here was another thing. It was actually one of the nicer parts or Roulette's personality. She would often give little signs of affection  when she saw someone she liked troubled in someway. The affcetion wasn't always a small kiss. It could be something from a hug, which was big considering she hated unessary contact, or something as simple and putting a hand on that persons shoulder for comfort. Baddog always figured that because she couldn't really verbally comfort someone, that this was the next best thing. Actions speak louder than words after all.
Roulette looked at him, blank expression still in place. " My aplogies if I have cause you some sort of distress in my odd nature. I realize that I am not not the most..."normal" of people." Baddog shrugged. "If I had a problem with it I wouldn't be dating you, would I?" He smiled. Roulette blinked then looked away and blushed a bit. "Da...." And that word. "Da." She always said it, as if to say yes. Aswell as after a question. He figured it was just a apart of her accent, which was very thick. But hey, that's what you get when you date someone that's Russian.
An hour or two went by and Baddog went back to DOOM, Roulette staying at her own home. baddog walked into DOOM as quietly as he could, not wanting to get ntoiced. "BADDOG!!" He flinched as his name was called out and slowly turned towatds where the sound came from. It was Snaptrap. he sat at the head of the meeting table, Larry, Ollie and Francisco siiting around him. "Hurry up!! it's time for today's meeting!" Baddog blinked then sighed in relif. they hadn't realized he went out. He walked over to the table and took his seat.

"For tomorrows EVIL PLAN, I have a new super lazer I'm going to unleash on Petroplis!!" Snaptrap smiled brightly. Everyone blinked. "But, ugh, what does it do?" Larry interuppted. Snaptrap glared. "I was GETTING  to that Larry!! Shut up and wait until someones finsihed talking ,jeez!" Ollie rolled his eyes. "As I was saying!!" Snaptrap started. "I've made a lazer that reverses someone's personailty! I'm going to fire it at the TUFF agents, and make them all opposistes of themselves, making them all wimps and sending TUFF into choas!!" Ollie blinked. "..Wow Boss. That's actually a pretty well thought out plan." Snaptrap smiled brightly.
"Of course it is! That's why I'm the boss!"
------------
The next morning was normal.
Both DOOM and TUFF got ready, did their morning ruteins then got ready for work. Snaptrap called into TUFF and told them of his plan, as usual, and Roulette and PIxlez were sent in. Pixlez flew up to the doors of DOOM, flying Roulette there by holding her under her arms. "Ready?" Pixlez asked, starting to fly faster as they came towardds the enemy head quarters. "Da." Roulette noddded, her ever present blank expression etched on her face.
Pixlez smiled brightly. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!" Pixlez threw Roulette, who fliped and slamed into the door, knocking it off it;s hinges. She fliped mid-air and landed on her feet. "Halt in the name of TUFF!" Snaptrap, who was standing at the railing in the top of the balcony smriked when he saw the girls. "Ah! TUFF Agents Ivanov and Q! Long time no see!" PIxlez blinked. "...You saw us yesterday." Snaptrap narrowed his eyes. "I didn't ask for your input!!" Roulette rolled her eye. "Can we just arrest you all and get this over with?!" Snaptrap laughed. "Oh it won't be THAT easy! Franciso!!"
Both girls turned as they heard a click noise. Francisco stood there smirking, a large lazer in his hands. " Try stopping this!" He fired and Baddog flinched, not realizseing he was aiming strait at Roulette. Pixlez flew up out of the way but Roulette, unable to get away fast enough was shot direactly. It looked like she was elcetricted and after amoment, she fell face first to the floor, smoking a bit, singed from the shock and out cold.Baddog's heart dropped.
"ROULETTE!!!"