#shjsjsjs hope I wrote Mostima and Bison okay!! 🥺

[arknights-imagines]

Mostima's reaction to seeing that Bison is also contracted to Rhodes Island. While Doctor deals with Bison who's first day isn't exactly easy either ?

Tysm for the request anon! ✨ I liked the ideo of Bison's first day at Rhodes Island going bad and him being able to relate to the Doctor who didn't exactly have the smoothest start either loll 💞 anyways, let the event imagines begin! I hope I did both Bison and Mostima justice 🌸🥺

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Another Hectic Start

Imagine format; From the perspective of Bison for the most part

Contains: Bison, gender neutral Doctor, Mostima, Bison and Mostima briefly interacting, and Bison and the Doctor meeting eachother for the first time ✨

Word count: just over 2.4k!

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How many rough starts could one person have? There was no possible way it could've been really happening; Bison was dreaming, he was sure. But, losing packages, bumping into people, tripping and falling on air, and getting completely lost didn't seem like things that would be in something as pleasant as a dream. Maybe it would be better described as a nightmare, but unfortunately, Bison was quite conscious.

The Forte had arrived at Rhodes Island early in the morning, bright and ready to put his best foot toward. He had contact with them before, but today was to be the day he began his work under Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Inc. as per his contract. The opportunity to visit new places always excited him, but he was there for business purposes, so he had to stay focused.

Well, unfortunately, it seemed like the whole world was against him that day. He hadn't even met the person who he had to talk with about his contract yet, but he had already lost the packages he was meant to deliver whilst at Rhodes Island, bumped into multiple workers and staff; including a lab worker who left an uncomfortable stain on his shirt thanks to the beaker they split on him, tripped over his own feet in the middle of the hallway too many times, and gotten completely lost. It really was reminding him all too much of the night he first met Penguin Logistics, and it was too tiring to even think about.

Nevertheless, the Forte pushed on - he still had to find this 'Doctor' so he could discuss his contract. Bison turned another corner, looking this way and that. Looking around for a moment, he stopped before blinking, 'Have I…passed through here already?' There were so many intertwining halls that he wasn't sure where he was anymore. He had read the map of the Infrastructure complex that was near the main entrance, but now the location of the Doctor's office wasn't coming back to him.

'This day can't possibly get more eventful.' Bison had hoped he'd be able to complete his task smoothly, but it always seemed like otherworldly forces were out to mess his plans up.

The Forte wasn't sure what had gotten into him - he was typically good at keeping organized. Was it that the Rhodes Island complex was so big? He was usually decent at navigating around, so that couldn't possibly be it. Or, maybe; was it that all his surroundings were new? In any case, his head felt so fuzzy that he was having trouble thinking.

Bison sighed, tugging at his shirt while trying to ignore how it stuck to his skin thanks to the odd coloured liquid he had gotten split on him. He looked up and down the hall, his eyes stopping on a nearby vending machine. Maybe something to eat would help? Now that he thought about it, the last time he had eaten anything had been hours ago - something to eat wouldn't hurt.

Thankfully he had some change in his pocket, since it looked like the machine only took coins. Deciding on a colourfully wrapped granola bar, the Forte punched the corresponding number into the keypad before slipping his coin through the slot. Bison watched as the machine pushed this snack forward, and he waited for it to fall. Or, well, he was waiting for it to fall, when the machine stopped pushing the snack further, leaving it stuck behind the glass.

"....Huh?" Blinking at the machine, the Forte mumbled to himself out loud. The machine had taken his money, but his snack wasn't falling from its spot. Was the machine just malfunctioning for a second? It wasn't making any noise - his snack was definitely stuck. Bison huffed, hesitantly lifting his arms to shake the machine a little, careful not to break it. Even when he did that, the granola bar didn't budge. In an attempt to free his snack, the Forte then kicked the machine lightly and tried reaching through the little door at the bottom of the machine to grab his snack from inside.

"This…." Just as he was about to resort to punching the glass, a light voice cut through, grabbing his attention. "Ahaha, hey you. Is the machine giving you trouble?"

Bison blinked, turning around to see a familiar horned Sankta; "Ms. Mostima?" It was definitely her, the smile she always wore was easy to recognize. Still, he hadn't been expecting to see her, and by the looks of it, she seemed surprised to see him too.

She smiled at him, stepping toward the machine, "It jams sometimes, so you have to give it a little beating to get your snack." Mostima pulled a coin from one of her pockets, selecting the number for a small bag of colourful candies before feeding the machine her change.

"A little beating?" The Forte piped up, blinking when the machine failed to push her snack over the edge of its shelf too, leaving it stuck just like his still was. Just as he was about to speak up about how someone should definitely fix the machine, Mostima delivered a harsh kick to its side with a small grunt, causing Bison to jump a little.

Mostima smiled at him, looking a little amused at his baffled expression, "That should do it!" Just as she said, the two snacks fell from their shelves thanks to her 'little beating'. She bent over to retrieve their well earned snacks before turning back to Bison, still grinning, "I believe this belongs to you."

The Forte stared at her hand that was offering him his snack before nodding, "...Thank you." Accepting it, he looked back to Mostima, tilting his head to the wide a little, "Ms. Mostima, I wasn't expecting to run into you here."

Mostima chimed with a light laugh, "I'm surprised to see you too! I didn't think we'd see eachother again so soon." She grinned, placing one of her candies in her mouth, "I've got some work to do here, so I come by every now and then. What about you?" Bison paused, taking a second to finish biting his granola bar, "Me? I start my contract today. I'm still looking for the Doctor."

"Contract, huh?" Mostima blinked at him a little, looking him up and down, "Hah, you look a little rough! Did you run into trouble on your way here?" The Forte sighed, for a second he had almost forgotten about how much of a mess his day had become, "You could say that. I'm having some trouble…finding the Doctor."

Mostima hummed, "Did you check their office? Hm, well, come to think of it, they might be in one of the labs or meeting rooms right now." She looked back to Bison, smiling lightly, "They're a busy person, but compared to me, they're not too hard to find."

The Forte nodded, watching as Mostima finished her last candy, "I'm guessing this is where you take your leave?" She blinked at him, before chuckling lightly, "Ehehe, look at that! You're really getting the hang of me, huh?" Mostima stuffed the empty candy bag in her pocket before nodding, turning to look out of one of the large spanning windows nearby, "You're right, though. I've got some business to take care of here, but then I'm off to go elsewhere." Taking a moment, she looked back to Bison with a grin, patting his shoulder in a friendly manner. "I'll be going, then. Maybe now that we're both working here, we'll be seeing each other more often. Good luck on your search for the Doctor! Surely you'll find them soon." With a quick wave, Mostima was already off, disappearing down the hall and around the corner quickly. Quietly bidding her goodbye, the Forte sighed. Eating the last of his snack, he began making his way in the opposite direction.

'Hah, what a day.' It wasn't even sunset yet and he had already been sent on a rollercoaster, it really was odd to run into Mostima; now that he was supposed to begin working at Rhodes Island as well, they'd most definitely be seeing each other more often. That did remind him, however, that he still needed to find the Doctor. What a day, and he hadn't even gotten to his primary task yet.

The Doctor; where did one find the Doctor? Well, their name obviously suggested they'd be found in medical rooms, but their title wasn't exactly the most fitting - Bison knew that much. Still, where would someone like them be? Mostima mentioned an Office and meeting rooms, but he wasn't sure which of the many offices and meeting rooms she was referring to. Even after having his snack, Bison still felt like his energy was drained.

He looked around, there were stairs nearby, they seemed to lead to some higher deck. Maybe some air would help? It was a little stuffy. If anything, some fresh air couldn't possibly make his day any crazier. Once he had his thoughts organized, he would go searching for the Doctor again.

The stairs were a little lengthy, but once he climbed them and pushed open the door that laid at the top of the staircase, Bison was met with a pleasant breeze through his hair. The relief was definitely welcomed, considering how his day had been going for him. The deck was surprisingly wide, and the view was quite nice too. It was a good idea to take a small stop to get some air, to sum it up.

The Forte was about to walk toward the railing when he noticed a piece of paper blowing past him. Lifting a brow, he quickly rushed forward and grabbed it, making sure to hold it tightly so it wouldn't blow away again. Before he could figure out where it came from, quick footsteps and a small gasp followed by a hurried word of thanks cut in. Bison blinked, looking up to see someone rushing toward him, still thanking him.

"Did you lose this?" He asked, allowing them to catch their breath for a second. They nodded, "Yes, thanks for catching it, I was worried I'd have to get another copy." They looked at him with a smile, taking the paper back in their hand and returning it to its spot between other sheets of paper among the stack that was in their arms.

Bison looked them over for a minute; their jacket and voice sounded a little familiar, where had he seen him before? Before he could think about it, however, the person before him spoke up.

"I don't think I've seen you before. Are you a new Operator?" They asked, finished with organizing their papers. It was after they said that when the Forte realized who he was talking to - "Excuse me, are you the Doctor?" He asked, standing a little straighter.

At this question, they nodded with a small smile, "Yes, that's me. So, you are a new Operator, then?" Hiding his relief and thankfulness, Bison nodded, lifting his hand for them to shake - at least one thing has gone according to plan that day, "Yes, pleased to meet you, Doctor. My name is Bison." The Doctor shook his hand, grinning still, "Nice to meet you, Bison; you have a contract with Rhodes Island, right?"

"Yes, I look forward to working with you." The Forte replied, noticing how they looked him up and down, just like how Mostima had. "Sorry for asking, but what happened to your shirt?" The Doctor asked a little slowly. Bison blinked, before sighing lightly. Was it really that obvious that his day had gone rough? When he got back home, he needed a nice warm bath as soon as possible.

"Hah, yes. My day has been a little more eventful than I expected, and unfortunately my shirt got caught in the crossfire." He smiled lightly at them, "I'm hanging on, though."

The Doctor chimed with a small laugh, "You're having a rough start? I'm sorry, I can definitely understand that. My first day here was a little awful too, but that's a long story." Bison blinked, "Was it?" They replied with a small nod, taking a second before turning back to him, "I know you're here for a contract, but how would you like to see if we can make your day any better? I'd hate it if a new Operator had a bad first day here when I could've helped turn it around."

The Forte lifted a brow; what were they up to? Like Mostima had said, they were most definitely a busy person. Did they have time to spare for him just to help turn his day around?

"I wouldn't mind it, but I'm sure you have important things to attend to, Doctor." Bison replied, "Just tell me where you need my help and I'll get out of your way." To his surprise, the Doctor shook their head dismissively, "At least let me tour you around Rhodes Island? I know I got lost many times on my first day."

The Forte stared at them for a moment, looking out at the sky, "If you insist, I guess I could learn a lot from a tour of the place." He tugged at his shirt again, a little hesitant, "But, it's already sunset. Will there be time?"

The Doctor grinned at him, sparking a sudden warmth in his chest for a second, "If I've learned anything from my time here, is that it's never too late to turn anything around." They tucked their stack of papers beneath their arm, "Now, follow me, there's a lot of things I think you'll find are interesting around Rhodes Island, Bison."

Moving past him, they pushed the door to the stairs open, motioning for him to follow. Bison stared at their hurrying form for a second; he had only just met them, but they already felt like someone he had been working with for a long time. It was the warm feeling in his chest - this would definitely be the start of a beautiful relationship.

Maybe his day really could start going uphill; his shirt was still sticking to his chest, his packages were still missing, and he felt drained from bumping into so many people, but out of all of the things he had run into, the Doctor was the most pleasant surprise of the day.

Yes, he definitely looked forward to working with them. Bison let a light smile tug at his lips, "Thank you so much Doctor," following them, he got ready to put his best foot toward once again - this time for a more smoother start, "I'm right behind you, please lead the way."