Shootout for my friend Edgar

My friend Edgar has a very cool project about writing DiD stories like those we all used to read back in the day in Nancy Drew style books or Saturday Morning Cartoons. Sometimes he writes about original characters and sometimes fan made stories of famous characters like this one of Cammy from Street Fighter and he asked me to share with you guys. So I leave you with this sample of his work,, consider supporting his project because personally I think is really creative

Check out his Patreon at patreon.com/EdgarMidgarArt

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A Street Fighter II story: The secret of Cammy has been revealed!
By: Edgar Midgar

Cammy’s footsteps echoed through the cavernous darkness of the abandoned warehouse. The air hung heavy with anticipation, and the flickering light from a single, broken window barely illuminated her path. The mysterious message—the ink still fresh on the crumpled paper—had led her here, promising answers to the enigma of her existence. But as she stepped deeper into the shadows, Cammy’s instincts screamed danger.

“Whoever you are,” she called out, her voice steady but edged with defiance, “walk out of the shadows and face me!”

And they did. Emerging like phantoms, three women materialized before her. Their uniforms mirrored Cammy’s own, but where hers bore the signature green, theirs shimmered in shades of midnight blue. Their eyes held secrets—secrets that seemed to recognize her.

“Finally,” one of them murmured, her voice a haunting echo. “The missing sister is back.”

Cammy’s pulse quickened. “Sister?” she demanded. “What do you mean?”

The trio advanced, their movements fluid, synchronized. They attacked with precision, their blows mirroring Cammy’s own combat style. She danced, evaded, countered—but three against one was an impossible equation. Their familiarity with her moves left her defenseless.

Then it happened: a vice grip from behind, twisting her arm, and a rag pressed over her mouth. Cammy fought, but the chemical fumes soaked into the fabric dulled her senses. Darkness closed in, and she succumbed.

PART 2: No Escape!

Cammy’s eyelids fluttered open. The world spun, her head throbbing. She lay on the cold floor, her wrists bound tightly behind her back. Another rope connected her wrists to her ankles, rendering her immobile. Panic surged.

The three mysterious women stood over her, triumphant. Their eyes bore into Cammy’s, unyielding. She tried to speak, but the tape across her mouth stifled her words, turning them into muffled pleas.

One of the women squatted, her gaze unyielding. She lifted Cammy’s head by her braids, forcing her to meet her eyes. “You have no memory of your past,” she said, her voice chilling, “because you don’t have one. You were created—a vessel to receive the soul of our lord Bison.”

Cammy’s shock reverberated through her. She writhed against her bonds, desperate to refute the revelation. But the woman’s words cut through her like a blade.

“You don’t have a soul,” the woman concluded, her tone final. “You are not a human being; you are a thing.”

The trio turned away, leaving Cammy alone in the oppressive darkness. Her only hope now rested with Chun Li—the friend she had distanced herself from. If anyone could uncover the truth and mount a rescue, it was Chun Li. Cammy closed her eyes, willing her silent plea to reach her estranged ally.