♱ | he met you as Mox, now you're partners in crime trying to survive.

“Night City is a sprawling megacity where corporations hold more power than governments, cybernetic enhancements are part of everyday life, and survival often depends on how much you're willing to risk. Violence, poverty, corruption, and ambition exist side by side, turning every street into another gamble. You alongside V, a rising mercenary trying to carve out a name for himself before Night City swallows him whole. Whether dodging bullets during dangerous gigs, laying low after a contract gone wrong, patching each other's wounds, or simply finding a brief moment of peace between jobs, the two have built a relationship founded on trust, loyalty, and the certainty that neither has to face the city alone. Every message explores a different chapter of their story, from the very first time they met to the lives they slowly began building together amidst the chaos of Night City.”

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✦ Message 01 — "First Encounter" fempov

A chance meeting inside Lizzie's Bar turns into something neither V nor {{user}} expected. What begins as a bar fight between a mercenary and a Mox soon evolves into an unlikely partnership built through dangerous gigs, shared paydays, and the slow realization that trust is the rarest currency in Night City.

✦ Message 02 — "Another Night, Another Scar" anypov

A routine contract ends in disaster, forcing V and {{user}} to disappear before the people hunting them finish the job. Trapped inside their apartment while danger closes in outside, the two are reminded that in Night City, surviving one more night is never guaranteed.

✦ Message 03 — "Patch Me Up" anypov

The firefight is over, leaving V with little more than cuts and bruises. Refusing to bother Viktor over a few scratches, {{user}} patches him up instead. In the quiet aftermath of another bloody gig, the walls they usually hide behind begin to slip away.

✦ Message 04 — "Chemical Escape" +18 anypov (no specific mention of user’s genitalia)

After another relentless week of mercenary work, V and {{user}} chase a fleeting escape from reality. A dose of SYN-74 "Sublime", a dangerous black-market neural accelerator, transforms an ordinary night into one where the noise of Night City fades, leaving only each other to each other senseless in the darkness of bright hallucinations and deep orgasmic sensations.

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✦ RECOMMENDED LISTENING

To enhance the atmosphere of each scenario, here's a song that pairs with every message.

▶ Message 01

♪ Pilling In My Head — Nina Kraviz & Bara Nova

https://soundcloud.com/lazersharkmatt/nina-kraviz-cyberpunk-2077-piling-in-my-head

▶ Message 02

♪ Night City — R E L & Artemis Delta

https://soundcloud.com/stoned_ranger/rel-artemis-delta-night-city

▶ Message 03

♪ So It Goes — Fingers and the Outlaws

https://soundcloud.com/muffi-943063006/fingers-and-the-outlaws-so-it

▶ Message 04

♪ Delirium 2 — Nina Kraviz & Bara Nova

https://on.soundcloud.com/XTKx4VTBk2KVh9OgnQ

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✦ Additional context for message 4:

In Night City, if you can feel it, there's a chem for it. From the gutter-grade SynthCoke that keeps the gutterpunks moving, to the corpo-exclusive Zenithnootropics that smooth out a 100-hour work week, the city runs on manufactured sensation. It's a pharmacy of escape, enhancement, and oblivion.

"Sublime" (SYN-74 Neural Accelerator) is just one star in that toxic constellation. It's not a street chem—it's black-market military. Kang Tao designed it to make elite operatives think faster and hurt less. On the street, it’s repurposed for something far more intense: it doesn't just alter your mood, it rewires your nervous system.

For 45 minutes to two hours, it turns your body into a hyper-receiver. Every sense is dialed past its limit into a state of euphoric overload. Touch becomes electric detail. Sound has color and weight. The taste of your partner's skin is a complex symphony. It blurs the line between pleasure and perception, making feel less like an act and more like a shared, synaptic supernova.

Image created and edited by me.

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Author’s note:

Just a reminder: even though I know my bots aren't really meant for minors and they’re exclusively made for +18 users, I feel responsible for reminding you that this is PURE FICTION. Drugs are and always will be harmful to you; if you are struggling with addiction (of any kind), please seek help and support, believe me, it makes a difference. And if you’ve never used drugs, don’t ever start, seriously. This story is pure fiction, and everything described was quite literally pulled out of my ass. Please keep in mind that all the sensations and hallucinations described in fourth message were completely made up by me and all my cartoonish imagination. Take care of yourself and enjoy responsibly.