I am Daniel Speltin, top tier waste of potential and mid tier student, all round unimportant person about town.
Saturday ends up with me getting dragged out of the house, Rosa insisting that Avery and I need to buy 'actual' clothes for dinner with her family. Whatever that means.
She spends over an hour stuffing me into outfits that all look way to expensive for me to be wearing, humming in consideration as she makes me spin around. Kill me.
Avery spends most of the time spacing out, staring at a wall blankly, before Rosa finally nods in approval. "There." She nods, patting my cheek, "Now you look like a grown up." She hauls Avery towards the women's section, the latter girl grumbling, seemingly pissed off due to a bad night's sleep.
Rosa dumps about fifteen dresses into a changeroom and practically drags the dark skinned girl in. She doesn't seem willing to change, but Rosa's getting adamant, with the party tonight, practically tugging Avery's clothes off to get her changed, when suddenly Rosa pauses.
Avery's shirt is pulled up over her stomach, and we can both see two very obvious changes. The medicine formula thingy that's tattooed on her stomach is... off, it's pointing towards her left side rather than the usual right. But more noticeable than that, is that Avery is lacking a belly button.
Avery's sweating now, as Rosa stares back in her face, clearing her throat and looking for escape routes.
With a wrench, she tears free of Rosa and bolts for a door, but I shove a rack of jackets over on her, pinning her to the floor.
Rosa dives into the pile after her, dragging her free and pinning her to the ground as staff start to rush towards us, but Rosa aims a finger upwards, a pink blast let off as a warning shot as her magic dress replaces her clothes. "Just doing some work. Stay out of my way!" She growls, the staff retreating as Avery gulps.
>Who are you?
>Rosa, let her up.
>Who are you?
>urinate in her face
if she does not tell us. If she hasn't done anything bad to Avery, make friends with her. Might come in useful, and fun someday.
I squat down beside them. "Alright, where's Avery?" I ask.
She opens her mouth and a torrent of unintelligible noise pours out, Rosa glances up at me as she continues on for nearly half a minute, gibberish rolling out. "Is.. is that another language?" She asks.
Doesn't sound like anything I've ever heard, I catch the words 'bad sleep' again, before she goes back to a stream of nonsense. This is... getting creepy now, the girl that looks like Avery is starting to shiver violently, trying to wriggle her way out from under Rosa.
She winds her head back and headbutts Rosa square in the nose, but all it does is give not-Avery a bloody nose.
Rosa glances around, as more people start to stare. Without consulting me, she hauls Avery up and hauls her towards the back of the store, shoving her out into a back alley, before slamming her up against a dumpster.
"Who are you?" Rosa growls.
I make out one more word as the girl spews noise. 'Cloning.'
We both caught that, "Explains the belly button." I comment, as Rosa relaxes her grip.
Suddenly, the girl who isn't Avery tenses up, clutching at her chest, words stopping as her face contorts. As suddenly as it started, she goes limp in Rosa's grip, eyes rolling back in her head.
Rose's eyes narrow and she checks the girl's pulse. "Nothing. She's gone." A trail of smoke starts curling out of her ear and from the gaps around her eyes, smelling like burning plastic.
She's dead? "Just like that?" Rosa nods and I avert my eyes, it might not be her, but it still looks like Avery's corpse. Rosa sighs and lays her down, churning through her pockets, coming out with a slip of paper, most of it blacked out, but the logo in the corner rings a bell.
"It's those guys!" Rosa hisses, "Those ones that drugged us all." She presses a finger to the blacked out words, a pink light erasing the marker, revealing the words underneath. "This... clone was sent to distract us. They know we have powers, so they wanted to distract us while they have Avery, same lab as last time."
A few memories twig in my brain, "She was acting weird all day yesterday too."
Rosa whips her phone out, calling Claire and Mia, but neither picks up, as I recall Claire's promise of some 'private time' with the shorter girl.
>We need backup, head home first.
>Let's go, can't waste time.
>We need backup, head home first.
We almost died last time. We need armor, and something that counters anti super ally bullets. They know about us having powers. They be ready for that.
>Let's go, can't waste time.
allahu ackbar let's do dis
Call Erica and Marie as we go and have them meet us there. Also call home, tell mom the situation and see if Claire is there or not.
We need backup but this way we don't waste time.
I put Rosa in charge of calling Marie as I dial Eri. Thankfully she's home, and after a solid three minutes of banging on my bedroom door, she finally gets an annoyed Claire to emerge, while I tell them to get their asses to the edge of the city.
Unfortunately, Mum's out, having gone for a spa day, but between the group of us, we should be able to handle it. We did last time anyway.
Rosa and I take the fastest train heading to the eastern edge of town, Eri's managed get get the others there courtesy of Mia's flying car drawing, and quickly flies us out past the city limits.
We set down on a small hill overlooking that 'abandoned' cabin, the only entrance we know to the lab. Mia magics up a pair of binoculars for everyone and we check the place out.
No one that we can see anywhere above ground, and Marie's not picking up any thoughts. There is something embedded in the door of the cabin with a knife though. Looks like a folded up letter, stabbed through the middle.
Eri sneaks down first, making sure there's no one inside, before waving us down.
Claire rips the knife out of the door, revealing the letter to be a note made of cut out letters. "Come back, or we kill those who are vulnerable." The letter warns. She flips it over, red crosses made over pictures of Mia, Marie and I, as Claire continues reading the back. "Just a few short operations, and you can be normal."
Everyone jumps as a radio over the door crackles to life. "Now now, kids, this is a completely fair business decision. Avery came of her own free will. All her old friends are even here for moral support."
Another voice comes over the radio, this one deep, butch, calm. "Lookie here kids, this here is Avery's former commander, I spent sixteen years raising that girl. You can call me Vic. She's said a lot of nice things about you all, but this here's her decision to make. Can't you just wait outside, these men have assured me, they'll send her up as soon as the procedures done."
>This is bullshit, let's storm the place
>Then let us see her.
>Alright, you have two hours.
>Then let us see her.
Check for clones. hey cloned her, so cloning her friends would be as easy.
if we can't talk to her
>This is bullshit, let's storm the place
She draws some cool demonic bug things. The gender bend thing, and the car are her own creations taught. She likes making gender bent stuff.
She could turn us all into giant bed bugs for the next smut scene.
Oh yeah? "If that's the case, then I want to see her. And more importantly, I want to talk to her! Who's to say you don't just send us a clone?"
There's a long silence, before, "Listen, you're Daniel right?" I nod. "From what I hear, you're a good kid, but look, Avery's under some very heavy medication right now, she can't talk any better than the rest of those dummies."
Claire punches the door, breaking it off it's hinges with a casual blow. "Sorry, what was that? It sounded like 'please come kick my teeth in'." She growls.
There's a longer silence, before, finally. "Alright, come on down. There's an elevator behind the bookshelf, come on down."
We let ourselves in and Rosa tosses the bookshelf aside, thumbing the elevator call button rapidly. It arrives with a quiet ding and we file in.
We head for the top floor of the basement, and the doors slide shut.
"Does anyone else hear a beeperrrng?" Marie trails off in a slur as she collapses to the floor. Claire catches her, but I can feel the world going fuzzy too.
"Ah, god dammmiittt." Eri crashes into me, as the elevator starts to cloud up with a thick gas. I try to pull my shirt up over my mouth, but it's got me too.
I slump forward, hitting my forehead against the wall, and I'm out.
The world comes back in a hazy blur, my tongue feels heavy... my everything feels heavy. "Thug mii." I groan, the words coming out in a mash.
I try to move, but I'm strapped down to something hard, a sharp pain in my elbow when I move my arm.
I crane my head over, seeing an IV hooked into my arm, along with a few men and women in lab coats, scribbling on clipboards, focusing I can make out a few words, words like 'conduit' and 'extensive exploratory surgery'. I notice that the IV isn't supplying me with anything, it's draining my blood.
I spend a few minutes, practicing words to myself until I'm sure I can at least mostly make normal words out. The scientists aren't really paying attention, all staring at something that's no doubt running tests on me.
>Stay silent, wait til someone comes close.
>I can tell you how it works, no tests required!
See if we can wiggle free arm or bite the straps or something. Memorize the faces of people here, in case they escape the girls.
Get boner, cut the straps with our diamond hard boner of justice!
These people have families, right? Maybe I've watched Narcos too much, but we should kill their friends and families, and but out the company that's doing this and merge it into another holding company, execute the Board of Directors, upper management, CEO, and President.
We should do that. But /tg/ is bunch of paladin fags, that wont do that. Also their families might have contacts with powerful people who would be pissed, and the people working for them might be blackmailed too.
Dunno, torturing them, and killing their family only if they lie, or refuse to give up information seems like better idea.
You realize that the heroic force only sends stupid teenagers after villains, and usually does absolutely nothing?
If it was doing something MT would not get beaten the fuck up all the time, or have his chosen killed all the time.
The "heroic force" is MT mid controlling teenagers. If he comes here and complains about it, ask why he didn't help us and mind control the guys who we had to torture, so we don't have to.
Also I have my suspicions Chuckles just wants to kill the quest now.[/spoiler
Let's not go full Pablo Escobar, though.
We don't want to get so paranoid we alienate and kill our closest allies.
I'm up for a hostile corporate takeover of the company that's doing the experiments, though. Didn't MishoneCorp absorb Wilcox and its assets? Wouldn't that be enough to grab a controlling share of whoever these guys are?
With little other option, I bide my time, waiting for one of them to come close, or a rescue attempt. After all, Mia of all people managed to bust loose last time and got me out.
My heart jumps each time I hear the door open, but no rescue comes. Eventually a woman looms over me, ripping my shirts collar, she has two men keep my head down while she draws a dotted line across the base of my neck. I see a tray of medical equipment get wheeled closer when she snaps her fingers, loaded with various sharp implements, scalpels, rib spreaders, saws...
My head is strapped down now, as I struggle to protest, "Waith-" Another woman is trying to press a mask to my face, as the first picks up a scalpel.
I hear an explosion in the distance, all the staff in the room pausing and looking to the exit. "Shit!" The woman with the mask hisses. "They told us there'd be proper security this time!"
A reedy looking scientist steps forward, slapping a button on the wall, as a anti super plating slides down over the door. "No problem, keep going." He tells them, his voice dispropotionately deep and manly.
"Vic?" I groan.
He laughs, snapping his fingers, and rubbing the back of his head, "Ha! Yeah, you know, it's kind of reassuring that worked on you. I was gonna try out for this local drama thing and-" He cuts himself off, as the others roll their eyes. "What? He might find it interesting!"
The walls rumble loudly for a moment, before the floor gives out, the bed I'm strapped to freefalling and landing on it's side in a pitch dark room, I'm deafened as gunfire bursts through the room. I can feel my forehead wound start bleeding again, and whoever's shooting is aiming a very bright flashlight in my eyes.
The straps binding me get cut, and someone hauls me to my feet and dragging me forward, blasting their own bullets every which way.
They shunt a door open and toss me out into the hall, I land on my stomach, as guards start to file into the hallway, guns raised, but cut down by precise shots by whoever's standing over me.
"Dickhead, get up!" Avery growls, staggering on her feet, dressed in nothing but a hospital gown. She stretches her arm, curling it around my chest, before her other arm yanks us backwards, retracting and pulling us up the hallway, away from more guards.
She bashes a vent cover out, in the floor and shoves me into it, "Just a few metres, there's a vent in the next room, get out in there, where they can't see you."
I drag myself forward, fighting what feels like a concussion, as Avery drops down behind me, pulling the cover back on.
She stretches by me, her body going flat, she punches the cover to the next room open and hauls herself up, before helping me.
She's breathing a mile a minute, as she reloads her pistols, before setting them down, clutching her side. She points at my arm, a jagged cut where the thing draining my blood ripped out, before she yanks a first aid kit off a shelf, waving me forward.
She jerks her chin at the room as she rubs disinfectant in. "We'll have back up soon, meeting us here." She avoids my sight as she starts to unroll some gauze. "Oh and... thanks for showing up. Even if you did all fuck up the rescue attempt."
>Of course we did
>What the hell even was your plan here?
>Who's your back up?
I smile, "Of course we did. Both the rescue part and the fuck up part." She smirks back, laughing through her nose as she flattens the gauze out.
"Should sort you out, until Claire can patch you up." She tells me.
"Speaking of, where are the others?" I ask.
She stops, squinting. "Rosa and Claire are in advanced gravlocks, deep down as they can go, Mia and Erica..." She checks the clock, "Should be on their way here right now, and Marie is..." A timid knock comes at the door, and Avery's hand snakes over to open it.
A burly dude with a rifle busts in, holding Marie's hand gently, setting her down next to us. "Thanks Gus." Avery tells him, as he kneels and aims at the door.
I hug Marie, as Avery introduces me, "Danny, Gus. Gus, Danny." She nods at me, "Meet the explosives expert."
He grunts, Raising an eyebrow from behind his gun, "Nice to see you found a nice feller Little Stick."
Avery blushes, slapping her forehead. "Can we not use that name around my friends please?" She pleads, self consciously shifting her gown at her waist.
Gus grins, winking at me. "She always was self conscious." Avery levels a pistol at him and shoots through his trigger guard, Gus doesn't even flinch, but Marie clings to me tighter.
"Little Stick, huh?" I ask.
Her flush just gets worse. "Code name. Don't want to talk about it." She mumbles.
A short women rushes in next, shoves Mia in and guns down a few guards, before ducking into the room, Eri coming into sight too.
"T minus two minutes." Avery mentions to the woman, "Come on, we gotta get ready to go now." She leads the way back into the hall, explaining as Gus drops a guard. "Vic's gonna blow the gravlocks down in the sub basement, to get Claire and Rosa out, thing is we gotta get up to the surface before those things go, since we found out, those things are rigged to blow this place sky high. Plan is for Claire to superspeed them out."
>What about the clones?
>Shouldn't we help them down there?
That is fucking disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself for even uttering that word.
Also, I gotta take off for work now. Take care, anons.
"What about those clones of you they had?" I ask, as she marches forwards.
She casts an eye in my direction. "They're mindless idiots, can't do much more than take directions, and have a life expectancy of a week." She tells me, "They could have longer lives with some science fuckery, but they'd still be dumb, unless you feel like scooping my brain out and copying it."
She shakes her head, "Besides, they've got clones coming of you guys as well, with your blood, they said they figured out a way to transfer powers too the clones properly." She shakes her head, "And fuck letting a bunch of half retarded copies of me go round ruining everything."
I start to talk, but Avery just takes off at a sprint when she sees a clock on the wall, "C'mon, hurry!" Her arm stretches forward, jabbing the elevator open, while I yank Marie out of the path of a guard, Eri dropping him with a stream of fire blasting from her eyes.
We crash into the elevator, the two soldiers taking up enough space that I end up crammed against a backwall, as Avery slams a button for the surface.
It whisks us upwards quickly, as Gus scoops up Mia and Marie, everyone tensing up to run. The elevator opens and Avery slams the button to send it back down, as everyone pelts out of the cabin, putting as much distance between us and it.
We watch from atop a hill, tense silence falling over the group, as we wait. The cabin starts to rumble, shaking itself apart, the logs all collapse to bits and...... an explosion rocks the earth under our feet, blowing the remains of the cabin sky high, everyone gasps as there's no sign of Claire or Rosa.
Marie falls to her knees, sobbing, before Mia throws her shield up, catching the raining debris.
I feel... something hollow in my chest. "Claire... Rosa." I can't swallow, I can't breathe... I clutch at my chest, a physical pain gripping my heart.
"Yo!" A familiar voice calls, sounding amused.
Oh fucking god damnit!
Claire's grinning at us, Rosa and a tall skinny dude behind her, as she raps on the shield. Behind her she has a single copy of Avery, babbling incessantly shivering and shaking.
"Wanna let us in?" Rosa asks, Mia just expands the shield past them, as Claire drags the Avery forward.
"Found this one on our way out." She gives half a smirk, "Can I keep her? She's sooooo cute."
Avery snarls, as the copy's head twitches, pulling her gun out and striding towards it. "I'm ending this."
>She knows what she's doing.
what if I said there was
handholding and strong christian values
"Please, I know she reminds you of what they did, but even if she can't live too long, shouldn't she at least go out peacefully? She didn't do anything wrong. Maybe I'm just being a softie here, but I don't want to see experiments just get thrown away when they've outlived their usefulness. I saw too much of that with ZZ."
She might be cheeped out by retarded drooling version of herself. It is good proof for police, or whoever we can file complaints about illegal cloning and kidnapping.
Also she is the perfect slave, taking any orders.
I step forward and grab her shoulder, "Avery stop. Come on, she only has a week to live, we might as well give her that."
Her face is a mask of fury as she stares down at her copy, "But it's... wrong. They can't just make me, over and over again. She's the only one left." Her gun hand is trembling. "I just... have to... her finger leaves the trigger and she hauls it to its feet. "Fine. But none of you are going to fuck it! That's where I'm drawing the line!"
Gus and Vic exchange an amused look, and Vic steps forward. "Showing mercy, huh Little Stick? Not like you."
Avery just grunts dismissively, tucking her weapon away. "Yeah, whatever. I've just... learned stuff not hanging around with psycho mercs all day."
Vic laughs, grabbing the copy by the chin, "Eerie though, isn't it. Got the face down on a one to one copy." He smirks, "Are they all... full replications?" Avery growls at him in warning and he backs off, throwing up a peace sign. "Well then, guess we'll be heading off then. Seeya round Little Av."
They melt into the treeline, and a few seconds later, we hear a jeep speed off.
"She's not staying with me." Avery declares, looking at the clone. "Rosa, you can take her in, right?"
She nods, "Got enough bedrooms that no one will even know she was there."
With a nod of gratitude, Avery twirls a finger to Mia, asking for the car so we can get out of here. I see... something moving in the trees, twelve hairy limbs supporting a chitinous body, dragging itself forward, just before Eri guns it back towards home. Fuck going outside the city.
Rosa drops the copy at her house first, before insisting that she buys Avery a dress for real this time.
My clothes were handily already paid for, and with a minor patch up job from Claire, I'm left good as new.
Eri turns back in her seat as we drop Rosa and Avery off. "Where you wanna be dropped then?"
>Rosa's place, want to keep an eye on the clone
>I'll go with Avery
>>I'll go with Avery
Check everyones bellybuttons. they might be replaced by clone.
And get some mercs/police/detectives/whatever tracking this company. We need to hit them back hard.
>I'll go with Avery
Ask Marie to see if she can calm the clone down, get her comfortable in new surroundings.
Ask Rosa if we can get together later to talk about tracking this company down and see if we can hit them at their stocks and markets.
First hit their labs, and other properties, to bring the stock value down. Maybe spread some nasty rumors, or have some ongoing investigations.
And we should get ourselves some clothes that shows our navel.
It's also SoL romcom with an injection of ABC Afterschool Special/HBO series in relation to Mia.
I think we should be careful with how we approach things because they may alter the narrative balance of the setting.
I jump out the door, "I'm gonna stick with Avery and Rosa. Figure she could use the company. Marie, could you... help that copy? Help with her brain or something?"
She nods earnestly, "I can try, at the least." She gives a half hearted smile, "I think this is the longest I've seen Avery without cursing or a cigarette, come to think of it."
The car veers off, and I follow the girls into the store. Avery still seems kinda pissed, but she's at least willing to let Rosa pick something out for her, cheering as Avery awkwardly models a slingback dress for us.
Rosa leans in close to me as Avery twirls, "You can kinda see her bulge through the dress.... just a little." She rests a hand on her chin, winking, "And this place doesn't put any cameras in the changerooms..." She trails off, slipping her hand in mine as Avery turns to try something else on.
>I like the way you think Rosa
>Leave her be, that can come later
Hopefully Marie can keep Claire from pouncing on the girl until we get back.
Avery said no sex, but what about
lovingly kissingand making out,and does giving her a blowjob count?
Damn phone makes this harder than it has to be.
I nod along, "She looks like she could use a proper pick me up."
We glance around, making sure no one's looking too closely, before we slip in behind her.
She startles, the dress halfway down, covering her chest with her arms before she sees its us. "Guys..." She breathes, as Rosa locks the door behind us.
"You look so sad, little princess." Rosa croons, slipping in close. "Figured you could use a... pick me up?" She emphasises her words by lifting Avery off the ground. "Danny, would you be so kind?"
Avery kicks gently at the air, but stops as I approach, tugging the dress up to bunch at her stomach, before her tented panties quickly descend. "Guys, we- we'll get in trouble!" Avery hisses.
"Yeah, isn't it hot?" Rosa laughs, flicking her eyes to me, then the little seat embedded in the wall. I think I get the idea. I slip my jeans off and plant myself on the seat, as Rosa repositions Avery, setting her down so that my cock rests between her smooth dark legs.
Rosa kneels, smirking, "Hmm, so many choices?" She grabs both of our cocks with her hands, "Do I want vanilla," She traces her tongue under the head of my cock in a slow tantalising lick, "Hmmm, or caramel?" She takes Avery's shaft in her mouth for a moment, suckling at the tip, causing Avery to squirm in my lap, pressing her thighs together against my meat, rubbing pleasantly as Rosa enjoys herself.
"Ah, where are my manners?" She excuses herself, after removing her lips from Avery. "This is about our little princess, so let's give her a two for one, huh?"
She works up some spit and takes my cock, giving it a few long, slobbering licks, before taking it as far as she can down her throat, until she gags, before letting me loose.
I lift Avery up, reaching around to cup her chest, as I gently lower her back down on my shaft, planting her all the way down on me, her soft cheeks pressing into me, until she's seated in my lap.
Rosa nods encouragingly, giving my balls a gentle squeeze, before turning her attention back to Avery.
She practically inhales Avery's cock, taking it to base, she holds her head steady, tongue brushing the under side of Avery's shaft, as I grab her by the hips and start to fuck her, lifting her up and down on my cock, I feel her ass clench tighter as I fuck her into Rosa's eager mouth in turn, the pink haired girl bobbing along in perfect rhythm as I fuck Avery, her slender hips trembling in my hands, the dress kept away from the mess by my grip.
I angle myself inside Avery, stirring her slightly as I pull her back down, hearing her let out a long drawn out moan she tries to stifle in her hand. "That's right pretty princess, let it out." I breathe in her ear, as Rosa lets out a gag.
Avery's turning to jelly with our combined efforts, as Rosa pleasures both herself and our princess, letting out little 'guk' noises as I ram Avery into her throat.
The double stimulation is too much for her, her breath already getting quicker, even as a knock comes at the door. "Everything okay in there miss?"
"F-ffff-ffffffuuu-iine!" Avery pants, as I bite gently into the back of her neck. "Ju-jusssst brrrrrrowsing!" The women behind the door hums, but slinks off, and I hear Rosa squeal, her eyes rolling back in her head, she collapses forward into Avery's cock, the pink haired girl cumming, and Avery not far behind her.
I swear I can hear Avery's cum hit the back of Rosa's mouth from here, as I continue pounding her ass, Rosa quickly coming back to the realm of the living as her mouth fills, hastily gulping down Avery's sample, coming away with some residue on her lips, she grins and leans in to suck my right nut, leaving me the victim of a double assault, as Avery's ass clamps tight around me, driving me over the edge, somehow already coming again, spraying down the back of Rosa's hair and dress, as I empty myself inside her, finishing with a savage grunt.
We sit there for a while, Rosa slumping back, not even noticing the mess, as I slowly go soft inside Avery, the dress she'd been modeling little more than a frumpy rag now, as Avery moans in my grip.
I ease myself out of her with a wet noise, easing her too lay on her stomach to catch her breath, until Rosa crawls over and lays on top of her, shoving her tongue in Avery's butt, scooping my seed out the poor girl and swallowing it with lust crazed eyes, the final action enough to get one last spurt out of Avery, a sticky white mess left smeared in the soft carpet.
Rosa leans back to sit, a low laugh escaping her lips, as she pulls Avery up to sit, hugging her tightly. "Feel better now?" Rosa asks, stroking her hair.
"I feel emptied out." Avery admits frankly. "Like I won't work for a week."
"We'll see about that." I tell her with a wink, easing myself to my feet, "Good idea Rosa, real team player.
She grins silently, fishing her credit card out of her bra, "Alright, we're definitely buying this dress, come on."
I take the chance to change into my outfit for the party while we wait til the coast is clear and sneak towards the counter, Rosa smiling as she takes the tag off and hands it too the cashier.
I left a very obvious hickie on the back of Avery's neck, and Rosa's lips are still sticky looking, but no one says anything... to our face at least.
>Go with them
>text Marie that we're on the way, call ZZ to remind her we may not be home tonight and be careful because there's a hostile Corp that's cloning us and the rest of the family, and don't be fooled by belly button-less clones
I follow them back to Rosa's, invited into a divine mix of smells, as the cooking stuff whips up a small feast for dinner.
Speaking of, there's still a few hours to burn before everyone else arrives. Rosa throws herself into her enormous shower, and Avery wanders off to check on her copy cat.
I follow her, it seems... lost, just staring about it's enormous bedroom from it's seat on the bed, rocking back and forth casually.
It only takes a minute for Avery to get creeped out and slink off, saying she's going to get her dressed cleaned up for the party. I'm sure that won't be an awkward conversation.
I tell her I'll take baby sitting duty, but it seems utterly harmless, just staring about blankly, and I'm... really starting to need to piss. I shut the door behind me and hurry down the hallway.
Rosa's already vacated from the bathroom, putting 'herself together' whatever that means. A short relief later, I step back out, a familiar voice calling out.
"Oh my, aren't you looking handsome?" Mrs Mishone struts down the hall, an elegant red dress covering her from shoulders to ankle. “The others should be here soon. How do I look?” She asks, twirling with a flourish, “Brand new, from Froufey LeGere DeLaMondau.”
After all the time Rosa’s made jokes with fake names like that, I legitimately have no idea if that is a real person. “Like... a million bucks?” I tell her, shrugging.
Mrs Mishone gasps, clutching her hand to her chest for a moment, indignation flashing across her face, “Oh!....” She pauses, looking shocked and hurt for a moment, before; “You poor thing! To you that was probably a compliment.” She stares, straight faced for a few seconds, before she breaks, letting out a rather inelegant snort of laughter. "Only teasing, of course."
>How's Mr Mishone healing up?
>You do look lovely tonight, honestly
>I have... work to do.
"Well, you do look lovely tonight, honestly." I assure her.
Her shoulders shake with amusement, and she takes my arm, hugging onto it and walking me down the hall. "Why thank you, very kind."
"How's Mr Mishone healing up anyway?" I ask, changing the subject.
She weaves her head from side to side. "He's getting better. He can take the stairs without any pain again, though he does get winded a little... Though that might be one too many pies if you ask me." She smirks, "He's just relaxing up in our room at the moment, if you'd like to see him?"
I spot Marie waving from the doorway of the clones room, casually smiling, nothing urgent.
"Whatever happened to Enswith anyway?" I question as we walk closer.
She smiles, "Oh him? He's still feeling the repercussions of his actions. I believe you're familiar with the room where we're keeping him?" I nod, "If you'd like, you could take a turn, after all, he was the one behind... well your brother's... incident."
Marie ducks her head inside the room, a light overhead buzzing a little, a playful sign.
>I do think I owe Enswith a visit
>I'd rather check in with Mr Mishone
>Sorry, think I'm needed elsewhere.
"I do think I owe Enswith a visit." I figure. "What exactly are you doing to him?"
Mrs Mishone's grin just widens, "I think it would be easier to understand if I just showed you."
She leads me past Marie, whom I mouth 'later' too, as I'm lead to Rosa's parents room. "Dick honey, Daniel's here, just showing him through to see Enswith."
He nods, kicking back and puffing on his cigar in bed, "Good to see you boy." Mrs Mishone opens the small side door, leading me into their 'dungeon' of sorts. Is it a dungeon if it's on the second floor? Besides the point really.
She weaves me through a few racks of personal devices, before a small gesture and "Tada!"
Enswith is strung up, suspended from the ceiling, hands tied behind his back, completely nude. But he looks different, his hair is longer- almost shoulder length, his face looks softer, especially the lips and his hips are wider. He also has something thick, purple and vibrating shoved up his asshole, and a metal ring clamped around the base of his dick.
"We call it, Project Ennith." Mrs Mishone explains. "We'll sell him on once he's fully broken to a cheap rent house, and disseminate 'rumours' of what happened to him." She smiles playfully, "I thought it sent a stronger message than simply sending him to the police."
"Cuuuuuuuh...." He groans, as Mrs Mishone picks up a small remote, cranking the dial up.
>Mrs Mishone, you're a sick woman
No time. We've lost this crucial opportunity to imprint on the clone while Marie is building up her mind.
The thing with Enswith is the only thing we'll get to do before the dinner.
"What'll happen to his assets and Wilcox Corp? There's a big company that's been annoying Rosa and me, and I was thinking a bit of hostile stock trades could put them in their place."
I watch as he groans and writhes about, the ropes keeping him from moving too much, "Mrs Mishone, you're a sick, sick woman." She looks to me, eyebrow raising patiently, "And I'm impressed."
She laughs, patting my arm as she plays around with the remote for a few seconds, going to number ten, then six, then eight, then four, back to ten, then shutting it off completely.
"Nnnnnahhh-noooo!" He whines, shaking about as the faint whirring noise filling the room stops, ropes creaking as he sways.
Mrs Mishone coughs, glancing downwards, "I see you've taken quite the interest in my project Daniel." She mentions, nodding at my waist, before letting go and stepping forward. "If you want it back on, you have to admit that you cumming doesn't matter."
"Cu-cuming don't matter!" He groans.
Mr Mishone smirks, "And that you only exist to be used."
"Oh-only to use." He gasps, nodding along. Mrs Mishone nods, strokes his cheek and sets the dial back to seven.
>Well, this was enlightening, I have to go see my counsellor for a private session.
>Mind if I have that remote?
>Mind if I have that remote?
Marie is not a MILF. She can blame herself.
We get to Mia eventually, we just had some time with Avery and Claire just now.
Well it is punishment.
>Well, this was enlightening, I have to go see my counsellor for a private session.
"I'm helping to look after an abused stray we picked up."
It's too ba she won't live out the week. We don't have anyone skilled in the medical sciences.
Damaging the product is counterproductive to the punishment, as well as the training regimen that she put Ennis on.
Again, betraying how crude and unimaginative your questions are, since they're no better than that of any other tin-pot dictator or drug lord.
We aren't going to get to Marie because completing this scene, as you put it, means that we have no time left before the dinner and then it'll be the end of the thread. And we won't get a chance to be with the clone when the next thread starts because something else will come up, and this clone only lives for a few more days, a week at most assuming she's fresh from the vats.>>43183966
Umm... We are about to do that just now.
We think of something. Also maybe Chuckles can be lenient with the time? We all want to see the clone and stuff. Just that revenge rape is more fun.
No fair to people who actually voted for it to lose out because someone same fagged.
>No fair to people who actually voted for it to lose out because someone same fagged.
Yes it is. If they had to samefag to win, then that means that in a fair world, they would have lost.
Pretty sure people samefagged just as hard for it to lose. There's no proof either way and the vote is decided, don't try and change the rules because you don't subscribe to this particular fetish, just skim-read it and join in again when you're having fun. I know I don't enjoy every smut scene that's been done here but I'm not going to shit on other peoples' fetishes.
>We think of something
Then what, motherfucker?
Pop out to tell Marie to wait on fixing a girl's mind until we get there, hate-fucking a guy is more important?
Come on, surely you have something that isn't completely retarded in mind.
We could go to tesco, get some burgers?
We could ask our mom to fix this. Or try to empower the clone with our power, and see if that extends the life. Or go to the kidnapper guys, and loot their cloning tech.
I clear my throat, "Mind, ah... mind if I have that remote?" I ask.
She smirks, tossing it to me casually. "Enjoy."
I crank the remote to full bore, watching with a little more than fascination as he twitches and writhes, the cock ring gleaming as he groans.
"More... please master." He begs, his voice rising in pitch. "I love it." His chest rises and falls, nipples extended, looking for all the world like a really flat girl's.
I slowly dial it down to one, watching his expression grow desperate, shaking his head as I start to turn the dial to off. "Pl-please no?" He begs. "M-m-m-mmmmmaster, please?" He casts his eyes desperately to Mrs Mishone, but she's just silently laughing as I fuck around.
I start to click it towards zero, then surprise him by hitting the button labelled TURBO. His eyes cloud over, cock twitching back and forth as it drives him mad, the whirring nearly deafening this close.
"You know..." Mrs Mishone adds. "What really drives dear Ennith crazy, is seeing others in action, while not getting anything for herself. She tosses a strand of hair off her forehead. "Dick and I have been together a few times, so close that she could have touched us, if not for the ropes."
>Well, I'll leave him in your hands for now.
>Time to introduce Marie to her new sister?
>Where's Avery slunk off too?
Are you even considering how Marie will feel about this? That maybe it's a better idea to talk to her about how she feels about Wnswith before showing her Wnnith?
Or do you just not give a shit about Marie's feelings?
Sure, she might be fine with it, but that you're not even considering the alternative shows you just don't care.
I rub my chin for a moment, "I think that it's time Ennith met her sister." I smirk. "I'll be back in a minute.
Mrs Mishone simply waves me out and tells her husband to make his way downstairs, the two of them overseeing the kitchen staff as dinner gets closer.
I find Marie in the clones' room, her fingers pressed to the copy's temples, eyes shut in silence, "I think... she's making progress." Marie nods, "Her language is.... not perfect, but Rosa tells me that they just babbled. I think she's got the basic structure of english down now."
"Daniel am feelings okay now. Thank." The clone slurs. "Word am good."
Marie nods, a smile on her face as I pat her head. "Good work, and now, I've got a prize." I lean in close, "Have you ever wanted a sister?"
She looks up at me, confused. "Well.... yeah. My brother was always such a meanie, I fantasised about having a nice big sister who helped me out."
I snort in my throat, unable to contain it. Okay, that's just funny. "Well then, care to see a surprise?" She eyes me suspiciously, but take my hand as I lead her back to the room.
Her eyes widen as I let her in, looking around the wide variety of tools. "I- um- that is.." She begins, but I tug her deeper in, shushing her.
We approach Ennith and I flourish a hand as we approach. "Tada... a work in progress, but meet your 'sister'. Apparently she's called Ennith."
Marie stares, her jaw dropped, alarm in her eyes. "That's... Enswith..." She breathes, her gaze lingering on the vibrator, before dropping to the floor. "But they made him all..." She brushes her hands down her hips, "Shapely..." She bites her lip, "This, this is... awful." She plants her stance wide, her eyes drifting back up to his face. "Isn't it?"
>Get her out of here. Abort! Abort!
"I know it looks bad, but the alternatives aren't much better. You know he would have done prison time in a super villain prison, and what would happen to him in there without any real powers beyond money he no longer has."
What the fuck is wrong with you faggots?
Why would you show a 15 yo girl her tortured and completely fucked up step-brother?
Why has this quest become so shitty in the latest threads? It feels like a swarm of retards suddenly found out about it.
Well, see, since the quest has gone on as long as it has, and things are starting to wrap up, voters have become spoiled and entitled to the point where they think Chuckles will just fit any old thing in and it will all sync together in a way they're comfortable with.
This is really why he should stick to shorter quests.
Honestly, this quest would have been great if Chuckles ended it with Danny defeating Mika and becoming a hero and then wrote some pastebin epilogue.
Every thread since then has been increasingly shittier.
Why should he when he enjoys punishing players for their stupidity?>
Did you forget who Marie is, and what kind of person? Or are you just here to shitpost and destroy Danny's relationships?
Yeah, they seem completely oblivious to everything and uncaring about anything except lewds. It's pretty hard to determine the size of the swarm though, because of all the samefagging.
did you not notice the incest and the dickgirl on the way in
this has long since passed magical realm and gotten itself comfortable in fucked up for the sake of fucked up
They're shittier because the players are entitled shits and namefagging retards.
The writing itself hasn't gone down in quality, it's the stupidity of the players that's gone up; a feat I didn't think could happen since this is the player base that thought drinking an opened milk carton thrown at us in malice was a good idea.
The incest and the dickgirl were fine because it wasn't just that, the girls were cute and interesting and improvng their lives was nice.
Even mum incest isn't so bad, though I personally hate that shit, if you ignore the fact that we are NTRing our dad for no fucking reason.
But this, this is just stupid. Danny might be a degenerate, but I don't remember him being the kind of sadistic fuck that would enjoy watching something like this or forcing Marie to watch it.
Of course, I never meant that Chuckles was at fault for this. He is just writting the shit we vote and he has done a great job so far.
I'm blaming this swarm of retards for shitting up the quest.
The incest and all the other magical realm stuff was fine because it was all consensual. This was not, and you brought the fucking telepath into a room with a mind-broken meat puppet, you moron.
Really, bringing the girl that dives into minds to face a slave who has all of the mind breaking still fresh in its mind, why can't you think ahead at all?
I shrug, "Eh. It's still probably better treatment than he'd get in jai-" She slaps me across the face, the blow leaving a red hot tingling feeling on my face.
"He might be awful, he might have tried to seduce me, he might have laughed as all of us almost died..." Marie shakes her head, "But this is... this is sick!" She stamps a foot on the ground, "This is... I don't even know what word to use for this!" She jabs a finger in his direction, the lights in the room starting to blow out. "Even if they let him go, he's not going to be normal again. They broke him!" Her hairs starting to stand up on end, as the air crackles.
"Please mistress." Enswith croons, "All I want is to please you both."
The room blacks out, save for the bright bolt of white blue streaming across the room, Marie screaming, then silence and panting. The smell of cooked meat fills the room.
The lights slowly flicker back on, revealing Marie lying in a heap on the floor, clutching her head, Enswith is little more than a smoking corpse, still held up, the whirring motor burned out with him.
"Marie..." I approach her, but she shakes her head, backing away silently.
"I... I thought you were sweet Danny." She breathes, "Perverse, and mean spirited occasionally, but this is...." She shakes her head, "Why would you think I'd want to see this?"
>I... fucked up, I have no excuse.
Eh I've been here since day one of original Pokemang. I was the guy that kept trying to teach everyone how to play the game with stats and calculations.
I did voice them but it takes time to put arguments together and most of the voters either ignored the posts saying this wasn't a good idea or said that the results wouldn't be bad.
Also the telepath angle I thought was obvious because that's one of her main powers and we had discussed it's uses well in the previous threads and in this thread in particular.
Either stick with your decision or get out, because this is the future you chose.
>I... fucked up, I have no excuse
"I'm sorry. After what he did, what happened to Mike because of him, I just couldn't let go of how much I hated him."
Great going retards, you lost us one girl and the others won't be far behind.
Well he did broke my brothers mind, and tried to kill me, and you. What you did just now was just as bad. I tried to give him new life, where he wont hurt no one. You killed him.
And we are the bad guy. Woman logic.
She can't brin people back from the dead, and we were showing Ennith off to her as something we were proud of. That excuse doesn't work at all you stupid shit.
How about saying something that will actually salvage this situation instead of highlighting how stupid you are?
God damnit Chuckles. This is why I lurk now.
I also QM on akun but that's recent, as in like 3 days ago. Quest's called "The Receiving End" if you want to read a shitload of smut.
The point is that WE were bragging to her what we had done to Enswith, as if it was something to be proud of, and she's saying that we are a horrible little shit for thinking that she would be happy with what we did. Is that too hard of a concept for you to understand?
We had absolutely no intention of having her fix Enswith's mind, an that's what she's calling us out on.
"I.... fucked up, I have no excuse. I was so hellbent on revenge after what he did to us, what he did to Mike that... I lost my mind." I crouch down to her level. "I'm sorry."
She curls up tighter, practically going into the foetal position, a soft knock coming at the door. "Daniel?" Mrs Mishone's at the door. "Everything okay in there? The power's been funny throughout the house."
"I'll...tell you later, please, just can we have a moment?" I beg. Silence meets me, leaving me with Marie again.
She slowly uncurls, glaring at me. "I'm- I'm going home." She mumbles. She shakes her head, voice raising "I'm going to take a very long shower, I'm going to call my parents, and I'm going to need to think very hard about what we both did here."
She looks over at Enswith, "I hated him, I really did. He was a bully and an abusive and thought women were objects...." She swallows. "But you... and Rosa's parents. I wouldn't have helped catch him if I knew this was going to happen."
She squares her shoulders, steps forward, kissing her fingertips and presses them to my forehead, then quickly hurries out.
I rub the spot she'd touched, wincing as I hear the door slam behind her. As I approach, I can hear her crying on the other side, slumped in the doorway.
I slump against the other side, letting out a long groan...
>She's still here. Hold her.
>She needs space, wait til she's gone
>Call (write in) for back up
Mia isn't going to like this, and this would be a little too close to what was done to Avery for her to be comfortable.
And that means no more help with the clone, so she's going to be dead within the week.
Cutting our losses means losing a lot more than just Marie.
Man Marie is massive bitch.
I know I am gonna do nothing about my brother who goes around killing people, or worse.
You tryed to make him stop torturing and killing people? You sick bastard! I gonna kill him, and get you in trouble!
This is fucking retarded.
He was already stopped.
This was blatant torture for no other reason than for satisfying some sadistic needs.
Not to mention that we are supposed to be the "hero" here. I'm sure those angels are going to be fucking happy that we did such an edgy villain-like thing.
Text Claire, Avery, Rosa, and Mia. Tell them we fucked things up with Marie, it was our fault and we did something really stupid. Worse than the paint thing.
And then sit and tell Marie we're sorry, for hurting her and being a disappointment. And then stay on our side and give her some space.
We did nothing wrong, (exempt thinking that Marie would be okay with this).
You realize that he is responsible for releasing evil mike upon the world? And he try to kill us all, and would had continued to do so?
This was better fate than going to the super prison.
For fucks sake, he might have caused end of the world, as soon as Mike gets his shit together.
Rape is wrong. Imprisonment is wrong. If you really wanted him to suffer both of those things, just send him to a prison. But no, you had to experience it for yourself. Did it feel good?
Did you hit your head and forget what's happened and what's going on? Or did you just ignore everything that was just said between Daniel and Marie?
Enswith was just a rich brat but relatively harmless UNTIL he came out with Wilcox that he had stolen Mike's robot designs.
And as soon as that became known, Marie helped to stop him.
After the fight, she helped Rosa track him down and catch him.
He was already stopped, and instead of turning him over to the police he was tortured and mind-broken for no reason other than to send a warning to others and sadistic urges.
She is completely right, and your inability to see that is the retarded part of this entire debacle.
Guy causes apocalypse. "Its wrong to imprison him and make it so he wont harm people, we should had killed him, or let him continue killing and torturing people."
For fucks sake his people kidnapped and imprisoned us earlier.
He was planning, and doing it for months. For fucks sake He tortured Mike till his mind broke.
>>Hey Marie, can I tell you something secret. I still love Mike very much but the first chance I get I'm going to kill him and thr havr it clinically proven that it's Mike and piss on his ashes. I know I suck at it but keeping you girls safe is what I do.
The difference between Mike, Einswith and Me is that I'm scared of hurting people I love.
Last time I checked the apocalypse happens like every other day.
First, he didn't torture Mike, he just broke him by revealing his waifu was a spy.
Second, no one is against improsing him. We are against improsining him ILLEGALY and torturing him just because.
Also, last time I checked Danny wasn't an edgy sadistic cunt who faps to other people's dispair and believes he has to punish all evil-doers. Actually, he has been a pretty moralfag guy so far, so your retarded choices are making him act completely OOC.
First, the police would have caught Enswith but Marie helped catch him first so that the Mishones could torture him. She said she wouldn't have helped to catch him to be tortured, so he would have been sent to prison instead.
Second, the people that are after Avery are a completely different group. Our getting kidnapped nothing to do with Enswith.
Third, he didn't torture Mike. Mike became a super villain because we were a shitty brother that only did half-measures with trying to help him, and because we didn't tell him that Lilith was an agent for Enswith when we had seen her with Enswith at a party.
- He also broke the family Danial had finally managed to turn into a resemblance of loving again.
- That's provably wrong. Danial loves seeing those he hates in pain and doesn't mind them dying.
No, he just tried to kill a bunch of people we cared about.
Deal with it, Danny was never an edgy cunt. He might be an aphatic dick, but there is a long way from that to fapping to someone getting turned into a fucking wreack of a human being.
I lean back, forcing myself to listen to her sobs as she slowly cries herself out. When her sniffling finally finishes it's course, I hear her finally stand, a murmured thanks for not coming out, then her footsteps retreating.
By the time I get to the hallway, I can hear the front door slam. Rosa's looking out over the balcony of the staircase, catching me as I emerge.
"What happened?" She asks gently, as I slump down on the railing.
"Did you know what they were doing to him?" I ask.
She waves her hand side to side. "I mean... no specifics, but I had an idea..." She purses her lips, staring down at the door. "Marie found him, huh?"
I sigh, "Actually, I showed him to her. In fact, I showed him off."
Rosa winces, lips curling back over her teeth. "That.... I mean, I'm probably not allowed to judge, since I brought him here... but showing him off? Probably not the best way to go about it." She slings an arm over my shoulder, hugging me in close to her. "This is probably going to piss off more than just Marie you know?" She sighs.
"It doesn't help that Marie killed him." I mutter. "Accidentally or not, I'm not sure... her powers were freaking out, then it went dark and there was electricity... then it was light and he was cooked."
"Ouch." She comments.
"She basically said she needs to go think about if she still even wants to talk to me." I add as the cherry.
"Well...." She tilts her head. "She's always been more 'upstanding' then the rest of us freaks." She pats me gently. "If it comes down to it, I'm on your side at least, since I share the blame."
A knock comes at the door, snapping us out of little depressing bubble. "Man, dinners going to be a downer." She adds, as Mrs Mishone bustles towards the door. "You wanna fuck off out of here, get drunk for a few hours? Cos boy I do."
>Sounds like what I need.
>No, I can grit my teeth and bare it.
We are discussing punishments. Don't try to change subject, with exaggeration.
I was saying that Enswith deserved what he got(before getting killed). Not that we should fap to a dead body.
Explain how Enswith tortured Mike.
How did he terrorize Mike, who he didn't meet until the confrontation at Wilcox's tower.
Having Lilith steal Mike's designs is supposed to be torture?
And Mike never went insane. He was always going to become a super villain without constant interventions from us, which we only did when we weren't busy with something else.
It's like you don't remember that Mike was already building a robot army, or that he was torturing ZZ by making her turn her pain receptors on full and then taking her apart.
And he didn't torture Mike, or drive him to insanity.
He planned to set Mike up, but it was our hedonistic lifestyle and Mike'a view of Danny and Erica as degenerate filth, as well as our lack of making any substantial progress to making Mike view his family as anything worth saving, that made him go supervillain.
The only thing Lilith's betrayal did was give him the opportunity to do it earlier rather than later.
Because us being happy make him go on killing spree. That makes more sense than having his lifes work stolen, his love betray him, and himself being laughed at by Enswith who planed all that. It was clearly his brother being happy, and having deviant sex practices that make him evil.
Hey Chuckles, mind weighing in on whether what Enswith did to Mike is torture?
We've already been told that Mike became a super villain because we didn't act, so that shouldn't be in dispute.
We didn't act= we didn't stop Enswith's (and Lilies, and whatshisname) plan.
While we indirectly are responsible, its like saying that we are responsible for african children strawing, because we did not mail them food.
I shake my head, "No... I'll grit my teeth and bare it. Can't just run away from that." I shove off the railing, patting Rosa's arm. "Thanks for the talk Rosa."
She smiles sadly, before disappearing back into the house to get Avery, as Mrs Mishone greets the others downstairs, kissing Mum on the cheek, then Claire, Eri and Mia, inviting them all inside.
Oh boy, this is not going to be fun.
I descend, the conversation everyone was having dying off, like they can see my shitty mood coming. "Thanks for dinner Mrs Mishone." I tell her. "It'll be nice to have everyone together."
She nods, exchanging a confused glance with Mum, who shrugs back at her. "No problem?" She tells me, ushering us through.
Avery and Rosa join us soon enough, and then the anti-fun really starts.
>End of Episode 61
Tune in next time for the probably?grand finale!
Or I'm a liar, might be two more, who knows, we'll see.
Seeing as that's what he ranted on for his monologue, he didn't spare any time with talking about betrayal or the stealing of his life's work, and the obvious anger and disgust he showed when he found out about Daniel and Erica, yes.
Mike was going to kill everyone, he hated his family, and Enswith wasn't the main motivator for his decision.
He was talking to us, not the guy who did it. And he was already out of his mind at that point. He was perfectly fine with his family before that. He might not liked some of our actions, and mom, but nothing is perfect.
The point of the quest was to be background character. becoming a Hero so far has sucked.
Erica and Mike never went back to being able to stand each other after Mike found out, and before that he was still planning on killing everyone.
Can you give us some definitive answers here about Mike and the factors for him going super villain?
It was a build up of a lot of factors, generally negative social outlook, god complex from super intelligence, inferiority complex from being the 'least liked' child in his mind, frustration at his NEET lifestyle even while he loved it, anger that Danny got a magic dick and a harem, and that he gets cucked by some rich pretty boy asshole, because Danny took said prettyboys first girlfriend away from him when Danny already had a girlfriend AND THEN it turns out that Mikes gf never liked him and was just there to steal his work, and disgust for incest, all played factors
But would you say that Enswith tortured Mike, and he caused Mike to go insane, like that anon was saying to justify torturing and mind-breaking Enswith and to prove that Marie's indignation and disgust are wrong.
torture seems like the wrong word to me, more he was the victim of his scheme, enswith didnt give a shit about destroying Mike, that was just a side effect, as they didnt know just how poorly Mike would react
Right after Claire, we've hurt Marie the most consistently. How do Erica, Mia, Rosa, and Avery stack up against them?
We've seriously disappointed Rosa a couple of times, what about the others?
>Have super logical brain superpower.
>Hate, and blame his brother for everything, when hes always been on his side, and nice to him, without logical reason.
He was laughing as his mystery,
>Enswith is just loving every minute of this, whistling a cheery tune, hands shoved in his pockets, he strolls right up behind the energy shield, waving cheerily..
smart here doesnt necessarily= logical, especially considering Mikes other faults
Mike might show up again in the finale depending on things, probably not how you guys are expecting though
ANYWAY its 9am, im going to bed
>Seriously he had no logical reason to kill us.
We are the direct cause of bringing Enswith and Lilith into his life, and he got confirmation that if Daniel hadn't been such a shit then Enswith's entire plan would have easily fallen apart.
This is supported by Chuckles himself here >>43186955
On top of that, there's the whole disgust with incest, to further give him a reason to cleanse what he saw as degeneracy and filth.
Plenty of reasons, and even a few good ones.
We could have had a happy ending with Marie.
She would have helped the clone build up her mind, her father's contacts could have found us a bio-engineering genius to prevent the clone's death.
We could have had good times with Marie and Avery's clone.
But now, when she considers what we'd do to the clone and how we'd take advantage of her, she'd be right to reconsider helping us at all.
Great going, guys. You manage to cockblock us right at the very end.
Oh, and manage to annoy the Mishones for having their latest toy killed, and disappointing Rosa with just how stupid Danny can be.
I guess we'll see the fallout from this in the next thread.
Don't waste your time bitching them out, Anon. They're still shitstorming over Mike.
Personally, I'm wondering how to salvage our relationship with Marie, if it's even possible. We dun fucked up good.
What CAN we do to salvage our relationship with Marie?
Every time, it's been Danny who hurts her, fucks up by doing or saying something stupid, and she's forgiven us for these fuckups so far.
For shit's sake, we're like David and Mia's biological dad, in how much we say hurtful things to the girls we're in a relationship with. At least the two of them admit that they're pieces of shit and either try to clean themselves up or revel in their shittiness.
Danny, as a character separate from the players, admits when he's dun goofed, but the players are closer to being Mia's dad by saying they did nothing wrong and it's the woman being a bitch for crying about it.
That's really fucking depressing, you know that?
>a bunch of edgy mysoginistic fucks
And what about the shits that just wanted to shrug and say that Marie shouldn't be so concerned.
Or going back to the vote before that, of showing this off to Marie with pride, without even pausing to think about her feelings.
Not everything bad that happens is because of edgy fucktards; someone enables them, and that's the other players that voted along with them.
Let's look at things from the point of view of the other girls:
Dark Side points increased. Remember that just like her dad, this universe conspires to make her a villain. She may like what happened to Enswith, but is that a side of her that we should be encouraging? Probably not, with how things turned out for her dad.
Probably horrified, what with how rape, torture, and being used as a sex slave pretty much describes her childhood under her abusive father. She now has a boyfriend who brazenly took pride in helping that happen to someone else.
Disappointed as fuck, as was already seen. She said she'll stick by Danny after this, but like she said, it's because she can't criticize him for something that she helped make happen. Especially when she knew, but did nothing to stop it.
Yeah, forced gender reassignment and mind-breaking, kinda close to what The Company tries to do to her. The only upside is that at least it didn't involve invasive medical surgeries yet, right?
She likes kinks, has fetishes, but mind control and mind breaking don't seem to be part of any of them, considering she was sent to a camp just for that kind of 'mental re-adjustment'. I don't see her being happy with this at all.
A bit of a wildcard, depending on if some of her war memories have come back. Definitely disappointed, even with her terrible parenting due to the memory locks, she should have taught us better than this.
We actually were nice, though a least dense and at times stupid, guys till the fuckers in this thread decided that Danny should be an edgy faggot who enjoys watching his enemies get mindbroken and raped, even though he mentioned how he found the whole rape dungeon thing fucked up in the past.
Kind of puts things in perspective, when we can't criticize some of the most hated characters without being hypocrites, doesn't it?
Then there are the guys that want to be Nej, having the girls and the harem without any of the responsibility or dealing with consequences.
Maybe they like anime and games like School Days? Maybe they want to get Danny Nice Boat'ed, or left broken and alone like the other washed up villains in the trailer park. A bad end seems to be what they want for everyone.
>the fuckers in this thread
I gotta say, they cockblocked us real damn good.
No one's in the mood for sex right now, not even the nymphomaniac Rosa.
Even Claire could feel that something was wrong. Fucking Claire! The girl who gives no fucks, was knocked out of the mood.