Before you stands a tall woman, wrapped in dark robes. She rests on a large staff made of black, gnarled wood, tipped with a red, cracked gem. Her face is pale, and angular, eyes a deep purple, two thin pointed ears on either side of her head. Around you is what appears to be some sort of lab, tables lining the walls, covered with a chaotic mash of bottles and books and other various knick-knacks. A full body mirror stands at one end, by a table that holds a sewing kit and robes in various states, magical crystals jammed into the corners of the table. On the floor is a large red circle surrounding you, strange runes engraved within. The woman clears her throat, and speaks up.

"Hello, Little one! I, Vaegus, Am your creator! Heed my word and obey my command!" She drawls off, looking quiet proud of herself. "You have been created to serve me and protect this dungeon, in service of the Great Deceiver, Master of Magic and ruler of the darkness! He who lords over this land, deep within the darkest depths of the underground!" She seems to have prepared a whole rant before hand, reading it off carefully and deliberately. You glance around, and down to your own hands. Dark brown, that creek slightly as you flex them...

>Inspect yourself in the mirror
>Go back into your chest
>"Does that make you my mom?"
>Ask her what you are
>Other( Write in)

Welcome to Mimic Girl Quest!

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Rolling is a basic 1d100, best of three, with crits.

Let's not fuck up this time.

>>44080909
>>Go back into your chest

>>44080909
>Go back into your chest

>>44080902
I'd like to preemptively state that I miss the terrified alchemist

>>44080936
I mean, Maybe I'll bring him back. I have different plans for this time around but if people like that guy he can make a return. Wouldn't be that hard, either.

>>44080909
>Ask her what you are

>>44080902
"Does that make you my mom?"

Looks like we're taking a nap. Writing.

>>44081167
All that being born stuff is exhausting.

>>44081251
Completely overrated in my honest opinion

>>44080909
>drool and nash teeth
No time for talking, we're hungry as shit.

>>44081167
What do we look like? Are we a mimic that is also a girl? An anime girl with a chest motif? Something like in Towergirls where we just look "off"?

And are we a shapeshifting mimic that can imitate a wide range of objects or are we stuck as a chest?

You take another look up at the lady, who keeps rambling on with he speech, and silently slip back beneath the lid of your chest, which closes with a loud clack. The woman doesn't seem to notice until this, and she jumps with a start, her speech cutting short. Inside, you can now see that there's a lock on your chest, light filtering in through a small keyhole that you can just press your eye against to look around outside. The woman looks a little miffed. "Hey! I was talking!" She grumbles, knocking on the lid of your chest with her staff. "You little... Get back out here this instant! I can un-create you, you know!" She stomps away from your line of sight for a few moments, and the quiet brings some peace. You slump against the back of your confines and darkness takes you once more.

Eventually, however, something awakes you from your slumber. It's different this time, waking up again you feel a bit more energized, it's no longer a struggle to move in your tight space. A smell hits your nose, something that twists your gut and awakes something inside of you. Your whole body shakes for just a moment and you hear her voice once more. "Ah, Yes. You want some food, don't you? Come on out and-" She doesn't get a chance to stop speaking before your body surges forward, and you aren't aware of much as your teeth sink into the flesh of a bloody arm the woman was holding a moment before. The taste of blood fills your mouth, bones crunching between your teeth, and for a moment you feel divine. And then the moment is gone. A deep, twisting pain settles into your gut, and you growl, desperate for something, anything more to eat. You lift your eyes back up to the woman who created you, and she pokes you in the head with the end of her staff. For some reason, your hungered is dulled as you look up at her, a calm settling on you. "Yes, yes. I see my efforts aren't appreciated by your likes, so I'll cut to the point. You want more food, yes?" You nod eagerly, body shaking.

"Very well. Listen well! You are tasked with defending this dungeon from anyone who seeks to defeat the Dark Master. While he could easily crush any who come before him, he does not have time to bother with every measly mortal that wishes to duel. You will go to the upper floors of the dungeon, and devour anyone who comes down here. However, that comes later. Here in the deeper regions of the dungeon, you are safe, and you are to train with the other creatures until you are ready. Understand?" She taps her staff against the stone floor and points to the exit.

>Ask her a question (Write in)
>Leave the lab

>>44081510
>Ask her a question (Write in)
How do I move from this spot?
being part box is inconvenient.

>>44081469
I probably should've included a "Look in the mirror" bit. Whoops. You're a shapeshifting mimic, but you're currently stuck as a chest. Your default form is that of a little girl, who is sort of fused to the inside of a chest.

>>44081510
>ask question

"What Iss the dark masster? Iss it tassty?"

Shiny's?

First Lotus, now Mimic Quest...

You guys are giving me hope for Quest Drone and REQM, and I don't know how to feel about that.

Glad to see you back, though.

>>44081795
Maybe even Best Dad Ever Quest... OMG, hype boner incoming.

You look up confused at the woman, blinking slowly. "What iss dark masster? Iss it tassty?" The woman looks shocked, reeling back and yelling "No!" She shakes her head, taking a few steps away. "No, No, No. The Dark Master is the lord of this realm! He created this dungeon in all it's glory. He is my mentor, and teacher. And soon, he will rule over everything! And he is your master, too! Understand?!" She looks angry, so you just sort of nod slowly. "Good! Now out! Out out out!" She stomps her foot. You look down at the box you're sitting in, and jerk around a bit, failing to move much at all. You look back up to her. "How do I move?" She looks astonished for a moment, and sighs. "Oh for the love of..." She mumbles various things you can't hear as she moves over to one of her tables, shifting through various books.

Looking over to the mirror, you take a moment to examine yourself. You're a small girl. You look not unlike a 12 year old human girl, and you aren't quite sure how you know that. You have a jaw of very sharp teeth, jagged and pointy. Your skin is deep brown, lines running over it, giving it an appearance that matches that of the wood of the chest. Your hair is short, messy and black, and your eyes are an odd red, looking not unlike the color of rusted iron of an old lock. Your lower body seems to end at the hips, melding into the wood of the chest, but with a bit of effort you seem to be able to move around on the bottom of the chest, to better fit inside.

The woman comes back for a moment, and points her staff at you, a glowing red bolt hits you in a chest and your form feels suddenly much less solid, shifting and changing. It's not painful, and is only slightly uncomfortable. Your chest slowly melts into your form, shrinking around you, and a pair of legs grow out from under you. Slowly, you stand, wobbling a bit. The woman marches over to the table with all the rags and roughly wraps one around you, mumbling all the while.

"There! I sped thinks up a bit. Now you can shift between this form and your...Chest, at will. With time, I'm sure you'll figure out how to turn into other things. Now out!" She turns you around, and nudges you along out the door of her lab, settling you outside. "Go and explore a bit, alright?" She says softly before disappearing back inside. Looking around, there are a few halls that lead off into the dungeon, lit by a soft blue glow of magical lights. There's some signs attached to the wall nearby, pointing down the different hallways. You need to decide where to go.

>MESS HALL
>LIBRARY
>BARRACKS
>ARMORY

>>44081795
Don't get too excited. Me, Lotus, And the guy that runs Re: Harpy are all in a Skype chat together. The only reason I've revived is because Lotus was reviving.

Also, that means expect harpy.

>>44081510
>"WHAT THE FUCK IS A SONIC"

>>44081873
>LIBRARY

>>44081873
>go to the library
I think that's where they keep good.

>>44081873
Find someone to fuck in the barracks

>>44081921
You were just born, and you look like a twelve year old. This may be home to monsters but there ain't any pedophiles here, dude.

>>44081921
Didn't you mean eat?

>>44081942
No, no, you're misunderstanding. YOU fuck THEM. Doesn't matter if they're pedophiles or not.

>>44081873
>>LIBRARY
You know what reading is but don't know why. Try to see if you can read up on something tasty!

>>44081873
We need to become friends with a suit of possessed armor so that he can teach us the art of being inanimate until we attack

Then it's settled. I do believe we want to spend our vacation AT THE LIBRARY! Writing.
>>44082091
That's a really good idea.

You stare at the signs on the walls for a moment before you come to a realization that you can understand all these squiggly lines. Concepts like "Library" and "reading" fill your head, but you have no idea why, or where they came from. Making up your mind, you turn and head down the hallway leading to the library. The path is winding, and there are several splits away but you continue to follow the signs until you reach a large wooden door. You reach up and push with all your might, and slowly the door creaks open into a large room. Bookshelves fill the room, every kind of conceivable book on the shelves. They reach up, seeming to stretch several stories up, walkways and ladders littered around to make traversing easier. In one corner sits a massive beast, feathers covering it's form, large claws digging into the wood. It looks over at you, tilting it's head, flat, wide open eyes staring at you curious, it's beak clicking idly. You gasp slightly, stumbling away from it towards the front desk, a perfectly still empty suit of armor sitting in the chair. The beast still looks on you, not making much of a move. "Oh, Don't worry about him." An old, kind voice seems to echo out from behind you, and you spin around to see the empty suit of armor looking down at you. It chuckles a little bit, reaching out and ruffling your hair.

"You're a new one, aren't you? Don't worry a bit, dear. I am Sir Oliver, and that, over there, is Krin. What brings you here?" His voice is that of an old man, and is kind and gentle. You stare up for him at a moment, glancing around.

>Ask him what you are
>Ask him what he is
>Ask him about eating
>Ask him about the dungeon
>Ask him something else (Write in)

>>44082306
>Ask him what he is
>Ask him about eating

>>44082306
>>Ask him what you are
>>Ask him what he is

>>44082306
>>Ask him what you are
>>Ask him what he is
>>Ask him about eating

>>44081848
I'd be so happy.
I miss Art.

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>>44081894
>expect harpy

I am suddenly curious about locks upon reading this, but don't think this is the guy to ask about them.
We should ask someone about them though.

>>44082306
>Ask him what you are
>Ask him what he is
>Ask him about eating

"What are you?" You say, looking up in slight awe at the moving armor in front of you. He chuckles again and sits back in his chair. "Didn't you hear me? I'm Sir Oliver!" He laughs quietly as you shake your head. "But what ARE you?" you ask again. "You're wondering about my current form, aren't you?" He leans onto the desk infront of him, putting a bookmark in the thing he was reading and putting it aside. "Once, I was a valiant knight! Protecting the land from those that would do it harm! I thought a great many battles, but alas, one day I was slain. Turned on by the very people I protected! In my rage and grief, the dark master called me forth, and entwined my spirit within this suit of armor, so I could protect the lands forever more." He regales with a hint of nostalgia, sighing as he looks out into nothing. "But...What am I?" You say after a moment, and he seems to snap back into focus. "Hmm? Oh, Yes. I suppose you must be very confused! Well, you came to the right place, little lady. Let me see here..." He hums, standing up to grab a book from behind him, flipping through the pages. "Let's see here..." He leans over, knocking on your shoulder before leaning back. "Wooden skin, sharp teeth... Say, do you happen to be able to change your body...?" You nod quickly, and he laughs, slapping the book shut.

"Well, That settles it! You, My dear, Are a mimic! A creature designed to lure adventures into a false sense of security, and devour them alive when they least expect it! Quite a nasty thing, you are. I say, this makes us practically kin! We may not share the same class of creature, but our roles are quite similar." He nods, looking quite happy with himself. Somehow. His "Face" doesn't actually move much. You tilt your head, shuffling about in your makeshift cloak. "Eat?" You mutter out, looking hopefully at the man. He rubs his "chin" and leans back. "Ah, Yes. Of course. You share the same hunger, the same drive that infects all of us down here, moving up forward. The insatiable desire for humanity. None of us are quite proper creatures, like say, a cat. Our flesh is unlike others, and blood pumps not through us, but rather, magic. In order to survive, we must harvest the very essence of humanity to feed us. For some, like yourself, you just eat them, tearing them apart to feast on the humanity laced within their physical bodies. Others, like myself, have different ways of going about this."

He stands up, circling about the desk as he continues his ramblings, joints creaking and clacking. "You see, without this, we will unravel, and lose what sanity we have, becoming even more monstrous then we already are, turning on our own kind to collect what they have painstakingly gathered for themselves! And if they go even longer without? They lose their life entirely, becoming mere inanimate objects. Ah, but you don't want to hear about all this, do you?"

He kneels down, ruffling your hair again. "You're going to need a bit of practice before you're able to ruffle with seasoned adventurers! Tell you what, I can give you some training! Show you how to survive in this ruthless environment! Or perhaps you'd like to go somewhere else, first? Maybe get a bite at the mess hall? I'll tell you, it's not very filling, but rations will get you a long way until you can get something, hah, fresh." He hefts you up on his shoulders, marching towards the door. "What do you say?"

"You talk a lot." You say quietly. "Yes. Yes I do. Someone needs to tell all you young ones about this stuff."

>Go to the mess hall
>Go directly to training
>Ask him to put you down
>Tell him you want to go back to sleep
>Other (Write in)

>>44083109
>>Go to the mess hall
we gotta eat before we can go training

>>44083109
>>Go to the mess hall
eat then train

I'm unfortunately going to need to cut this short. Feel free to keep voting, I'll count them up next time and start with whatever. I'd usually ask for any questions or concerns but I'm tired and I'm probably going to pass out. Really really sorry for the thread length, I was going to start earlier but 4chan was down for like an hour and a half. Next thread will probably be on... Well, Fuck, Monday, probably. I'll work out a more consistent schedule sometime soon. Remember to follow me on twitter if you want updates on when it'll happen.

https://twitter.com/ChestChanTG

>>44083109
I can only back the unanimous eating vote, since that's been our motivation since we stopped sleeping.

>>44083249
salright. i like it so far.

Did someone archive?

>>44083429
I did not.
Hopefully the OP archives, since it will allow him to set what tags will be used from here on out.

>>44083249
this was my first time seeing your stuff, and I'm interested. I'll be here monday.

Shit I forgot to archive and I've already crawled in bed. I'm too cozy. I'm fucked.

>>44083538
you can make letters using the internet device in your bed do it.

Sir Oliver is now our Oniichan. I really hope the line about monsters turning on each other isn't foreshadowing.

>>44080902
Archived

Congrats on your quest!

>>44083109
>Ask him to put you down
>Go to the mess hall
>>44083249
Nice to have you back!

ITS BACK! THANK THE GODS