I think this QM is literally insane.

Welcome, you lovely fucks, to a quest about that stuff you did before, the one that hurts to
remember. In this quest (and maybe irl too) you are a hellfire-scorching autist who speedruns J
rpgs and takes bushido very seriously: Emil.

Some of the stuff that has already happened:

-You got your very own, personal Snacks! A phantom that follows you everywhere and suffers your shit with you, no matter how hard she tries to stop it.

-You finally spoke with some of your classmates:
Priscila (the unreadable, tall sports girl), Romina (the dere-dere araara that you just realized had always lived next to you),
Cold-hearted(the ones with horns and foul mood, always with Romina),
Ado (the big blonde ultra-adonis that's always with the girl of your dreams),
Mina (the peaceful girl of your dreams),
'Snacks' (a big black guy that deadlifts in the middle of class),
Valery (Trish's lovely friend that you want to fuck- the one that got her to take care of you),
and Trish.

-You met Lumina, who's now your girlfriend. None of you are exactly sure about what that means, but you ain't sharing your cookies with /no one/.

-You got bullied by Wrinkles, Glasses, and Jeansman.

-Trish finally decided to put up with you in order to save the world from your way of life.

-And some other stuff I fail to remember.

This time, since I'm busy as fuck, we are going to run a bit differently: in slow, intense mode. Posts will be long with a lot of time in-between, and choices will be very more meaningful.

Without further ado-

>>1772298
Don't forget you kissed Trish AND Lumina, not at the same time though.

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It's warm. Very warm.

Scorching.

Gasping slowly in your bed, it's not hard to realize that today you won't be hiding in your
hoody. This is one of those few times you regret only having long sleeve shirts- but hey, the
chinese say "crisis" means "opportunity". Hmm...!

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o--oo

"No," Trish says with a warm smile. "You are not wearing that shit near me."

You pout and make a point of crossing your arms over your chest. Your shirt, who arms you
ripped apart with a knife, looks awesome. People love rebels, after all.

"Take it off," Trish sentences.

"B-but what do I wear?!" you do your best to stutter and sound flabbergasted.

Quickly, Trish takes out her cell phone and starts sliding through it with her finger, not looking at
you. It's a humble piece of technology with a blue bird drawn behind it.

Trish turns the cell phone at you.

"Take a very good look at this picture," she says. "Don't miss any of the details."

You study the pic intently as she holds out the Motorola towards you... there aren't many
details to miss, though.

"It's a chimera," you claim, your lips curled as your eyes dim. "So what?"

"Do you like this drawing?" she asks, softly.

"No!"

"This is how you look right now!" Trish warns impatiently. "People dress up for a reason. We
are all walking pictures. Not giving a shit about the way you look is not giving a shit about what
people have to see."

You pull a shit-eating grin. "So what?!"

"I'll have you looking at this picture," Trish warns, "as long as you have that fucking shirt
on."

Something deep inside you roars "make me"- until you realize it's Trish. That "make me",
then, evolves into politely declining her proposal.

It's hot on the street, you are sweating, Trish is sweating, everyone is sweating. From behind
her blonde hair you notice a bottle of water at the side of Romina's bag.

>"I like it and that's what matters." You are nobody's bitch.
>"But what do I wear?!"

>>1772332
It's hot, so why dont we remove not only our shirt but also the trousers?

>>1772332
Really glad you're back, I was getting worried

>>1772332
>>"But what do I wear?!"
If Lumina is around, ask for clothing advice.

Rolled 3 (1d3)

Aight, as usual.

1 >>1772509
2 >>1772719
3: You snatch the cellphone and run away.

Next post in like 15 hours or something like that. Yeah, that's just how much time I've got, but it'll be one beefy post. Also, whatever result comes now can be countered by many posts in agreement.

>>1773223
We gonna get beat by Trish.

>>1773223

You are running. The breeze feels fresh. You don't remember when, why, or how you started.
Like darts to your head, the memories sting deep.

First, you took Trish's cellphone from her hand. It's in yours now, as you check. A chimera
shines in it.

Second, someone yelled. Like the birth of a star, the memories melt into one big word that is
"Motherfucker".

Third- wait, the cell phone shakes in your hand. You look behind and find yourself alone. Then,
drenched in sweat, you stop and look at the screen. In place of the chimera there's a young
girl with blonde hair who seems older than you; at the corner of the circular picture, you notice
half of Trish's face.

You press the green button with the phone drawn in black.

"YEAH?"

"Trish! What did you eat?!" The voice is very familiar. It makes you sweat even more.

"I don't know?!" you answer, then smile to no one. "I'm not Trish!"

"Uh?!"

"But Trish ate walnuts," you add, scratching your head, "and yogurt. Also bananas. She told
me that, from now on, I have to eat the same."

The line pauses slightly.

"So what did you use to eat, then?" the sweet voice asks.

"Hamburgers!" you reply, ecstatic. "It's the breakfast of man! I cook them all myself!"

"The ones that come frozen in little boxes?" You think you heard the words twice.

"Yeah. I add the ketchup, the lettuce, double-bacon, and it's the super-duper Hero Burger!
HAHAHA!"

"Doble bacon?"

You turn around. As Valery walks towards you, still holding her cell phone to her ear, you feel as
if she just said something to you. Looking at you straight in the eyes, she folds it.

"But that's too much!" Valery looks startled as she talks. "So much fat... so greasy!"

"What?"

"Tell me the truth, how much does your belly hurts every day?"

"What do you mean?"

Valery puffs air from her nose, staring at you funny. You feel so dizzy: why is she talking to
you?

Without a word, she takes Trish's cellphone from your hand. After being dizzy you give the
blonde an angry look.

Yet, she's not looking at you; the older blonde is looking towards the other street, her eyes drawn
by the crossing that leads towards the shopping district.

"Emil," she says, turning to you, "how about a date?"

...what?!

"B-but what about school?" is the only doubt you manage to come up with.

"Who cares?" she shrugs, smiling mischievously. "It's just one day!"

This is unexpected.

>"Pff, nice try!" They'll never catch you.
>"S-s-sex?"
>"But I already have a gerlfrend-"
>"Haha hell no, I'll be a teacher!"

>>1775174
>"No, I already have a gerlfrend-"
Absolutly not, we must remain faithful to Lumina. Dont get grabbed and dragged around

>>1775274
Supporting

>>1775274
>>1775303

"So what?!" Both hands on her waist, Valery bends over her waist, her face a bit too near yours.

You grimace as blood rushes to your head. "B-but, my Iafu-"

Valery breaks in giggles- then caresses your cheek.

"Aw, Emil," she says, grabbing your hand and dragging you away, "you've got so much to
learn...!"

She's walking so calmly you don't really feel that kidnapped. Lacking the skills to understand
what's going on, you just let it happen.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

"Ohmygod that's so cute!"

The faint Valery in the window covers her cheeks with both hands. Behind her are plenty of
dresses in plenty of colors, dressing those lifeless manikins you used as enemies in
Sonic: Crusades. You nod out of just doing anything. She has been talking non-stop ever
since you got spirited away, about school, about classmates, girlfriends, boyfriends, her little
sister, clothes, aliens, abductions, the end of the world- stuff a bit away from videogames, so
all you did was hear and nod since she'd look at you from time to time.

And right now, she seems absorbed. You puff a cheek, wondering what could be so godlike. It's
not like there's a whole Prinny outfit in there.

"Awwww, so expensive..." Vaal laments under her breath, yet she continues to frown her hands
against each other. Then, with one decisive step, she turns away and poses at the distance.
"Well, moving on!"

And it's like she's not even waiting for you to catch up. You feel like the pixel behind the head
of the Snake.

"Emil, next to me," she commands.

"Ooooh ok." And you oblige, feeling a bit exposed.

While the rain, thunders, and merciless winds did manage to crack a few walls here and there,
the lights here shine as brightly as ever. Most memories you have of the shopping district
involve, in one way or the other, you pouting with your arms crossed over your chest, as your
mother picked clothes for you. Only now you realize most of the things she likes to pick is
what most guys at school used to wear. In the end, you had to make your own Blue Sonic
Armor yourself out of whatever boring clothes your mother sent your way.

"Oh, an arcade!" Valery glimmers at the old place, worn down but struggling to the end
against the Internet. "I can't remember the last one I went into one!" And in she goes, so fast
you struggle to catch up.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"Eh, hi," you say, your face blank. "I want to play MORTAL KOMBAT!"

The clerk, a big black guy with massive muscles, simply nods at you. It's almost as if he
was thinking about something else.

"That's not how you do it," Valery says, gently pushing you aside. "Ten coins, please," she
says to the clerk.

You notice the man has a Jesus doing a deadlift tattooed to his right bicep.

(Cont!)

>>1775516
Goddamit OP we choose to not going with her

>>1775535
Guess we should either ditch her or call for help.
I vote we call Lumina. She might come to our rescue.

>>1775516

"That's Scorpion," you babble, selection the character as your mouth gapes. "He's the best.
THE BEST!"

"The best, uh?" Valery seems threatening as she grins. "We'll see about that."

She picks Kabal. Of course, you completely mop the floor with her. Over and over.

"YYYYYYYYEEEE-" you scream atop of your lungs only to be firmly, yet very carefully,
silenced by Valery's long, slender hand. The blonde gives you a playful, yet scolding look.
You nod, then smile in silence. From the corner of your eye, Snacks is clapping.

Next up is air hockey, and you are already giggling loudly like a retard. This is clearly the
game of men, of brave soldiers that do not flinch in the face of Speed. It would be just too anime
if she beats you. She doesn't beat you: it's, in your own terms, more similar to rape. By the
end of it, sobbing, you realize anime might get a few things wrong from reality.

"Awwwww you look sad," Valery says mockingly, as she gets that shit-eating grin too
close to you.

You just puff air from your nostrils and pout, feeling genuinely insulted.

The next game is the time-tested classic, Metal Slug X. It's the brutal coin-eater shooting coop
that you always chose to play alone since you kept mixing the characters. Sadly, today is no
exception.

"Shoot, motherfucker, SHOOT!" Vaal roars, as you empty all of your grenades in half a second
all over the boss. It explodes an attosecond before a massive cannonball crushes Valery's
Tarma sunglasses, leaving the blonde's mouth gaping.

"yyyyyyyyYYYYES!" she jumps, punching the sky.

The second boss, however, the mecha-snake-tower eater, swallows the rest of the coins.
Watching Vaal fumble through her pockets makes feels so odd. It's sadness, but a nice
kind of sadness. Like when your mother did the same back when you were a kid. Valery turns to
look at you with her eyebrows down and her eyes bleak, but her face subtly twists into a
smile as she pulls only two last coins from her jeans. You laugh loudly.

(Cont!)

The last game, a bit surprisingly, is Pool. Two coins seems a bit cheap for such a long game,
but in times like these... Valery surprises you from your right with one pool wooden stick in
each hand, their ends blue and rubbery. She hands one to you and walks around the table
with utter confidence.

The balls are already in place. As she bends over to hit the white ball, you finally, maybe for
the first time, study her intently.

You aren't good with details. Never were.

Valery wears now a black top tank that seems made of something very dense, leaving even her
shoulders free. She's more slender than thick, yet her muscles are marked. Her blonde hair is
long and smooth, her face seems older than her, and you wonder just how old Valery is.

Yet her eyes are sharp and brutally reeking life.

"S-so..."

The ball blows with a "ttiick!", splashing all the others over the table. Not even one goes in,
which makes Valery "hmph!" and frown.

Maybe kidnapping isn't that bad.

"So!" Valery finally asks, turning to look at you straight in the eyes- which makes you look
away. "How are things going with the girlfriend?"

"N-nice?" you ask, smirking to nowhere and looking to the other side as you round the table.

Valery lets you take your shot in silence. Unlike her, you score one. You miss the free shot,
though.

"What do you like about her?" Valery asks, very straightforwardly.

You think it over. Do you like something about her?

>"Pfff! I don't like her, that's nonsense!"
>"Eeeeeh..." Write in?

>>1775568
>>"Eeeeeh..." Write in?
She seems to have the same interests as me, and we somewhat understand each other.
↑ Needs to be translated to autismo.

>>1775574
This

>>1775574
>>1775607

A blunt sound and a solid hits a hole. It was a nice shot, so you whistle a bit too loudly.
Valery's next shot sends another one down, but the white ball follows it down.

"She... umm..." you stutter as round the table to the other end, where the ball falls. "Lumina
is a very lot like me, you know? We like the same stuff, we do the same stuff," a blunt
sound tells you the ball just fell, "we just click. Like Flonne and Laharl."

Valery nods slowly as if she understood what you just said. You take the ball out and place it
over the white head spot.

"I see. You have a lot in common."

"Yeah." You hit it. It hits... a solid. Which then hits a stripe- that heads straight to a hole.
Silently, you lift a closed fist and shake it.

Valery looks at you straight in the eye as she surrounds the table. "What do you know about
her?" she asks.

Every time she talks you feel that, somehow, she manages to hide a lot of excitement in a
very fancy manner.

"W-well, she l-lives in this big... um... scary castle." Talking seems a bit harder as Valery
bends her body over the table to aim her cue stick. Big tits and dream bodies are your
everyday life on the internet, and Valery isn't really near any of those standards... and yet,
there's something that takes your breath away. "And... she loves dressing in black all the time.
Too bad we couldn't play Melee, I would have raped her like you HAHA..."

Carefully, she takes the shot, misses the ball, but still manages to scratch it.

"FUCK!" she yells, more excited than angry. You smile very widely; she just gave you
two shots.

Valery swirls her head, dragging most of her hair behind her back. "Leateli is a very sweet
girl- as sweet as you." This time is your turn to bend over to shoot, but it's harder than it looks.
"She has her own struggles... Like everyone else. How much did she tell you about her?"

Valery seems very intent in talking about Lumina, but this damn ball isn't going
anywhere alone. You take the shot; the white hits a stripe, which bounces against a wall and
then misses a hole by some distance. You sigh, defeated.

"We just got to know each other," you state, about to give Valery your cue stick until she
reminds you she has her own with a little grin. "I don't know. Why so many questions?"

"Pretty straightforward," Valery says, smiling with her eyes closed. "I have a point. I admit it.
Tell me what you know about her."

>"Not... much?"
>"Pfff, plenty of stuff!" Write in?
>"Are you trying to ruin our love to have sex with me?"

>>1775970
>>"Are you trying to ruin our love to have sex with me?"
Say it with a straight face, then sorta crack up at the end cause we expect no one wants to sleep with us cause we too weird.

>>1775989
This

>>1775989

You study Valery's frame as she bends over the table. Back at school you never took a
chance to talk to her since she loves swarming around Trish, Ado, and Mina, so this is surreal.
It's just the two of you; there's no one else.

Is this how your first fuck will be? Over a pool table?

"Hey," Valery calls you back to Earth, her eyes intently focused on the white ball.

You swallow and put on your best straight face; your silence makes her look at you. "Are
you trying to ruin our love," you say, slowly, "to have sex with me?"

Her eyes go as wide as her smile in a flash, but she calms down as you start giggling like a
walrus on narcotics. She ends up laughing as well.

"Oh dear, don't put on a face like that when you tell a joke," Valery says, quickly getting in
position and taking her shot. It hits two solids at once but not one goes into a hole. She
laughs again to herself.

"I kissed so many girls lately," you dare to say, your face so red, "that I thought you wanted to
be part of my harem!"

"Harem?" she asks quizzically as you walk around the table.

And you nod. "You, Trish, Lumina, and Snacks!"

This time the white is very near the ledge, so you don't move that much. You focus on the
ball, then, out of curiosity, glance at Valery. The blonde is giving you this... unsettling
motherly look, that somehow makes you wanna cry a bit.

Ignoring her and the feeling, you take the shot. Yes! One down! You quickly round the table,
bend over it, then shoot again. And other one goes down.

"Nice!" Valery's voice says.

You giggle hard. Suddenly it strikes you as odd just how little you've seen of Snacks lately.
She's always there. But, even if she is, this time she's not-

"Who's Snacks?" Valery asks, tilting her head to the side. "That big black fellow who stared
at his bicep for five whole minutes?"

"Oh nonono, that's not Snacks," you say, still measuring the distance. "Snacks is... eh... I
dunno?"

The white ball completely misses the one with stripes and instead heads straight into a hole.
Aww darn it.

"Eh... um.." you stutter, taking your time to look at her, "didn't Trish tell you about her?"

Valery puffs both cheeks. "You mean you told Trish about her and she didn't tell me?"

"Eeeh... I guess so?"

The blonde "hmps!" loudly while rolling her eyes in anger. "That girl can be so absorbed
sometimes...!"

(cont!)

It ends with you losing after 10 minutes of only the black and white balls remaining. Well, at
least that well-fought. The sky is tempered as you leave the arcade, but the fresh breeze
from the last rains still roams the streets. Valery pops a Halls that's empty halfway.

"Want one?"

"What's that even for, eh?" You ask, almost mockingly. You never really liked mints.

Valery gives you a toothy grin. "So your breath doesn't smell like shit when you kiss
someone!"

"What, my breath doesn't stink!" you say, wondering if you should be offended or not.

Valery hands you over all of what remains of her mints. You may not be the smartest, but
even you can tell what that means.

"Hahahaha, your face!" Valery rests her head on your shoulder as she laughs. It's so light!
"Nah, but seriously," she says, gently pushing you away, "it's one of those tiny little details
people love but never tell you. Trust me, I know a bunch of those!"

You take a look at your ultra-fancy wrist watch. It's the least a gentlemen has to carry, besides
your trusty pocket watch.

"Uh? Are you bored?" Valery asks, a bit surprised.

"Eh, no?" You say in your usual wary tone, which gets her to grin. "I was wondering how
long till school ends."

"Oh. So how long."

"Like an hour," you say, and that's when blood starts leaving your face as you remember
Trish exists in the same timeline that you do.

Sternly, Valery pats your shoulder. "Don't worry. Leave this one to me!" She winks.

Relief slowly flows through your veins, your heart suddenly ten pounds lighter. You hear
footsteps and it's your date walking away, so you follow.

"Emil, to my side."

"Ok," you obey, a bit shyly.

You both stroll the streets in silence. It's not an awkward silence, you think, if she's letting it
be. Maybe being with people it's not about talking all the time... but when do you have to
talk? When do you have to be quiet? You search for guidelines in your memory, but it's
harder than you expected it to be.

Before you realize, though, you are at the docks. It's a small bridge over the water that
branches where couples usually hide from the world. Hesitating, you follow her in.

Valery rests her back on the railing. Then she yawns, loudly, as she stretches her arms
towards the sky. It's still hot, and her sweat reminds you of your own.

You both clear your foreheads with your wrists at the same time, your wrist-watch scratching
your skin. Valery looks away towards the endless sea.

"Beautiful," she mutters, not moving an inch. You look, too; the grand line is pretty, yeah, but
why all the fuss? You've seen so many landscapes on the internet already... and way
better than this one! It's so silly to enjoy these things.

Yet, you keep quiet.

"Emil," her soft voice startles you since she's still not moving, "try to be careful with that girl."

(Cont!)

Your lips curl. "U-uh!?" You wait for her to keep going, but she doesn't. "I-I thought you said
you didn't want to sex-"

"That girl had it rough," she resumes peacefully, as the wind drags her hair around.
"She'll tell you about it. If she doesn't then I will."

You stop at a loss for words. What are you supposed to say? Should you protest?

"B-but why?" it's all you manage to come out with.

"People with heavy problems," Vaal goes on, "can't help spilling them around. The way they
view the world got twisted, so everything they do is twisted as well." Finally, she turns to look
at you. "And I think you've got enough with yourself."

You feel upset, and the worst part is realizing there's no point in retaliation. This is the first
time you manage to hold her powerful eyes with yours, as she walks up to you over the
wooden bridge.

Not a word in place, Valery grabs both your hands and rests them between hers. The
anger biting from inside of you quells you shyness well. Valery's fingers are longer and
her body is taller; it's as if you never had a chance.

"Emil," she asks, looking at you straight in the eyes, "do you like the way you are?"

>"...Fuck yeah!"
>"What's wrong with me?"
>"Pff, what abou-

"No," your answer is cold and dry. "No, I don't."

...By the look in her eyes, it seems this wasn't the answer she was expecting. After all, you
just took a long leap of faith.

That's when you see her. Snacks is right behind Valery, shining without shadow.

Valery looks away for a while, stuck in "hmm" mode. It takes her a while to come back.

"What don't you like about you?" she asks, finally.

>"I..." yup, write in.
>"Why do you care?"

>>1778032
>>"Why do you care?"

Actually, you have a very good relationship with the principal of the school. It just so
happens that she was your teacher back in elementary. She introduced you to books,
stories, comics, and drawing, as means for you to mesh better with the group- and it
backfired, because you got so fired up with the stuff that any uninvited guests were an instant
nuisance. And whatever they said was never as interesting as your books.

Right now, she must be something like 41 years old. Like her hair, her eyes are
completely black, her skin is far too white, and she's the single tallest person you've ever met
in your life. Even taller than Ado... and yet so meek and shy that she struggled with raising
her voice. It was funny, back then, when she had to switch. She was either serious or
completely spineless- and she was so bad at being serious it was hilarious. And yet her
class was the very best there was because she made her points through stories, and they
were so grim and heavy that even the bullies at class would stare with their jaw open. You
never had to write anything in your binder; all the lessons got stuck in your head in the
shape of metaphors and happenings. Another incredible trait she had was that she used to
get things wrong, and would let even the kindergarten kids correct her. To this day, you
are dead sure she messed up on purpose.

You haven't seen that kind all lady at all in the past two months. Ever since she was
appointed principal, Lazy Leedah gets pranked on a lot, mainly by Ado and Trish, pranked in
ways that resemble art and postmodernism more than simple, vulgar bullying. One
incredible example would be that one time the both of those guys spent a whole night
drawing a gigantic Nelson Mandela (who, for them, is Morgan Freeman) on the roof of her
office, and then gathered the whole class (even the teachers) outside the door to wait for
her to scream.

And as usual, she never gets mad. Ever. Your principal is the kind of person that gets sad
instead of angry, and the fact that she keeps acting like a child seems to be making her life
all that heavier now that she has real responsibilities.

Regardless, having her up there is a massive relief to you.

>>1779071
I feel sad for the principal.

>>1778045
Ignore this one.

>>1778032
New one.
>>"I..." yup, write in.
>I dislike that I don't get along with others, but besides from that, I'm am perfection personified.

>>1780207

Your hands feel so warm inside hers. Or maybe it's the cold wind crashing into you from
afar, no hills to stop it. You realize just how little you can see of Valery's face now since
there's a single lamppost around, a bit far, and only touching half of her face.

Because it's night.

"I..." you start, wording your words carefuly, "I don't like not being best buddies with the rest.
Like you and Trish." Silently, Valery seems to giggle. "BUT DUH, I'M PERFECT! You should
see my katana some day, I'm learning how to reflect bullets back at people!"

Valery gives you a funny look. "How would that be?"

Em: "I ask my mom to throw bottles at me and then slash them in the air!"

Va: "Thaaaat, uuuh, seems a lot like baseball. Wouldn't you agree?"

Em: "You don't know Bushido, shut up."

"Ok!" Valery beams up, giving you a little smile. "I can't really help you become a ninja-
but you can bet a leg I'm good at people."

You chuckle mockingly. "That won't save you when the aliens come."

"I'll get people to fight for me."

Frozen, you ponder about this. "Oh," you mutter, approvingly.

Her grip around your hands tightens. She looks at you straight in the eyes. And this time
you bring yourself to look at her as well.

"Emil," she says, as the wind drags her hair around, "don't ever doubt that, as long as you
are trying to learn how to deal with people, Trish and I will be behind you all the way. But
only, and only... as long as you are doing your very very best."

You hold her eyes in yours as drizzle wets your face. She justs looks at you in silence; it
feels kinda awkward because you don't know what to do.

"Is that clear?" she finally says.

"Yes," you say, then think it over carefully. "Yes sir!", you blurt out.

Satisfied, Valery moves your hands up and down as she grins, her eyes closed, and it
looks as if she was munching something very tasty. "That's what I wanted to say."

Your hands are released into the cold at once. Your date walks away, which is by now a clear
signal that you have to follow her.

"But," you ask, not even thinking, "why do you want to help me?"

She doesn't even stop or turn. "Because I'm very curious."

(Cont!)

You are soaking wet, cold, shaking, and hugging yourself under the outer roof of a bar.
The drizzle quickly digi-evolved into good 'ol downpour as soon as you stepped out of the
docks. Next to you, Valery curses under her breath as she clutches the bag to her chest.

"Why, why, why, we aren't even in London for fucks sake," she complains loudly enough for
you to hear as her teeth shake.

Thunder booms somewhere near or far. Of course, you are used to the rain by now, but
these ominous blasts of lightning never cease to both scare and amaze you. Everyone
around is either carrying an umbrella or under five jackets at once. Since it was so warm in
the morning, you got nothing of the sort with you.

And your jeans are sticking to your skin. It feels so aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...!

The Evangelion opening trembles from your pocket. You pick up your cell phone; it's a
message from Lumina.

-Shall we play some Smash Bros?-

The specifics don't really matter: you smile widely. Yet your smile quivers at reality, at the
strength of the rain and wind. It's as if, somewhere away from this roof, an invisible
black man made of air and water was prowling for you, waiting for that one chance to strike
and use you like a barbell.

You turn around, still.

"Uh?" A voice stops you. It's Valery. You turn around to look at her; water drips from her
long, blonde hair, but she's still grinning. "Hey. Aren't you going to wait for Trish with me?"

Oh; she's right. School should be over in ten minutes or so. T-then again, maybe the cold
isn't to blame for all that you are shaking...!

Valery reads your mind- and pouts. "Oh come on, I'm here!" Then, she smirks at you. "You
aren't that afraid of a girl, are you?"

"YES," you shout, nodding frantically.

Valery bursts out laughing, startling a guy next to her who then proceeds to dance with a
blank look on his face. She doesn't notice him.

"Oooooh, dear," Valery says, cleaning her forehead with her wrist. "You have... NO...
idea... of how sweet Trish really is!"

"No, I don't," you admit, doing maths in your head regarding the maximum stretching limit of
the intestine compared to the average size of an arm.

"Oh you, just trust me!" Valery says, smirking at you as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Everything will be just fine!"

>"Sorry, my girlfriend wants to play Smash Bros Melee with me!" No way you are letting a lady play alone.
>You take a deep breath and face destiny head on. After all, you'll be facing her the rest of the year.

>>1783435
"Sorry, my girlfriend wants to play Smash Bros Melee with me!" No way you are letting a lady play alone.
Invite them along, get that harem started early.

But seriously
>You take a deep breath and face destiny head on. After all, you'll be facing her the rest of the year.

>>1783435
>"Sorry, my girlfriend wants to play Smash Bros Melee with me!" No way you are letting a lady play alone.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

oh
OH WELL
Just another day I guess.

1: >>1783655
2: >>1784565
3: "B-blow me."

>>1784669

It's raining dogs right outside; you'd just have to take one single step back and everything would
become rain. Yet, all the way across that sea of wet stings your one true betrothed awaits you:
a 1v1 no Fox Final Destination four stocks duel.

Besides, you think the current size of your butt is fine.

"You are leaving?" Valery asks as you turn around; she seems puzzled.

"Sorry," you say, glancing at her. "My girlfriend wants to play Smash Bros Melee with me!"

"Oh- come on!" Valery rumbles, her eyes wide as her lips curl in disapproval. "Just wait ten
more minutes. You get to be alone with me during a storm and now you want to leave?" She
winks.

You ponder about it, yet your jeans feel sticky, your clothes are drenched, and you can't feel
your hands.

"Sorry," you mutter.

Valery seems a bit lost as she stares at you. Maybe she's not used to being rejected.

"Anyway!" she says, closing her eyes with disdain as she blows steam through her nose.
"One thing will be meeting with Trish because you have to, and another one entirely will be
facing her because it was your choice. Intent is really important you know!"

"Sorry," you repeat, this time turning around for good.

"Taking the easy way out?" Valery looks away from you in disdain. "Hmm! Disappointing!" Yet
even though her tone is scolding, the way she does so is so cute it makes you smile.

Yet you turn around and leave, not looking back.

(Cont!)

You were right; an invisible black man /is/ trying to wrestle you down. Dodging him from time to
time is the only way to move forward, and it's sooner than later that the rain gets mixed with
your sweat. Five blocks. That's the distance. That's how much there is between you and the
bus stop.

While the roofs at the sides of the street quell the rain at times they do nothing against the
fierce wind. People take shelter, umbrellas fly over your head, but you? You press on.
Because that's what Sonic would do; he'd be fast, no matter what.

And that's why you trip and fall over, roaring.

You try to stand, but it's not easy. People walk by from both sides of the street, looking at you;
most do nothing but stand and watch. You pull yourself up, howling as a demonic power rises
from within you, and dash with all of your might towards fate, towards your destiny. As you run,
the invisible black man steals an umbrella too big for the little girl that was holding it. You
ignore it; innocents die in the war. The Muslims run a whole month during the Ramadan; you
shouldn't hope for mercy of you are weak.

The bus is leaving right as you are about to reach the stop, so you run, and run with the
bus, chasing it from the street. And when it starts gaining distance and all seems lost the
bus stops again- because you made it to the next stop.

They say a man is 75% water, 25% other stuff. Right now, as you step into the bus, you are
dead sure they are very, very damn wrong.

"DAAAM NIGGA," the bus driver bellows, "you Sonic or some shit mah man, dat be crazy
shit."

You take a deep, proud right.

"Damn right," you declare, paying your fare.

(Cont!)

The bus trip is incredibly short; it seems you and Valery weren't that far from your house.
After all, you can get there walking. Not letting that soil your victory you step out of the bus,
mere steps away from your glorious man-cave.

You catch your mother by the kitchen, very focused on chopping a carrot. That's right; you
should have been here later! Not letting this chance go to waste, you sneak up on her. And
once your face peeks from over her shoulder you scream, she screams, and you scream because
she scared you. Surrounded by bits of carrots and onions, blinking at each other in silence,
you both burst out laughing.

You walk the stairway to your room with a mere banana in your hand; now you'll have to wait
even longer. As you enter your room you think that's ok because now Lumina will get to eat
too.

That's when it hits you; you haven't, still, replied to her message. Carefully, as if defusing a
bomb, you take out your very own, very wet cell phone.

"Ok," you type; then send. All that remains, now, is to just sit and wait. She'll be here in no
time at all, with the limo and jets and all.

"So much money," you think out loud. Maybe you should ask her for some. Wait, shouldn't
you be the one giving her money for sex? That's how it works, right? The girls at glass always
brag about the stuff their boyfriends got them. Shouldn't you be the one giving something,
then?

Meh, fuck that. What could you give to someone with a limo?

>Ask her for money when she arrives. That's a free PS4 right there.
>Give her something... (write in)

>>1785172
>>Give her something... (write in)
Head pat.
Saw it in a manga.

>>1785320
Seconding this, holy shit it's a great idea Intrepid

Small little trivia cuz no time

Of course, not all is gleaming light and smiles. From that other side comes Maki, Physics
Teacher proper, yours truly.

Apparently, this woman is barely 22 years old, has six brothers, and drank enough coffee
already to drown half of England. Both her parent vanished without a trace, both with
each of their lovers, leaving her and only her to fend for her brothers... ever since she was
16. Your age. Ever since she hit that mark Maki has been working three jobs, sleeping six
hours a day, cleaning the house, cooking, and doing the chores. Let that sink. No games. No
surfing the web. No memes. No sleeping in class; she couldn't even go to class. How the
fuck she managed to become a Physics Teacher in the first place remains a mystery.

To the rest of the school, she's the actual principal, and the one everyone ends up going
to when there are actual, heavy issues. So it comes to no surprise that her mood is that
foul. Whenever she falls asleep during class because she had to sit for one reason or the
other nobody wakes her up, nobody does a single fucking sound and nobody ever, ever, complains.

And she's barely six years older than you.

>>1786696
Shit, I thought we were 13 or something.

...But of course! You lift a finger in realization, nodding as you remember. In the Animes of
the Internet, the big boys gave the little girls head-pats. Your visual memory slides between
all those faces of satisfaction, all those sparks of joy and happy smiles. Yeah! Who in the
world needs money when you can head-pat?!

The bell rings. Yes. You play dumb so your mother opens the door and you don't have to
go down there. Puppyhood; that's what head-pats are all about. You check the internet for silly images of dogs in the meantime.

The door opens without warning. It's Lumina, her slender frame hidden by a dense, black
trenchcoat, her face just a little pale. She looks at you, then steps inside with no greeting.

"What happened to your shirt?" she asks.

As she looks around your chest, you pat her head a few times over.

Lumina stays meekly under your hand, which then you retreat. "Was that a head-pat?" she
asks.

"Aye."

"Do it again," she says firmly, and you do so. As your hand goes up and down onto her puffy
black hair, Lumina seems to "hmm..." as you do and, soon, you are "hmm" ing as well.

You stop. Lumina looks up to you, her face stern. "I didn't feel anything," she says. "Did
you?"

"Nah," you shake your head.

"Where are the sparks? Why do they love this so much?" She goes on, almost desperate.
"What are we doing wrong?"

You scratch your chin.

Both of the internet stare at the monitor with serious faces. Images of happy anime girls
with hands of their hand rain behind the screen; maids, knights, schoolgirls, even some
monster-girls. You pick one and it stretches to the size of the screen. It's a cat-girl, meowing
joyfully as a big hand goes up and down her black hair.

"So many pictures," Lumina says, almost gasping. "But I don't feel like saying 'nyah!' or
'E-emil-sama" when you do that."

A thought skewers your mind, leaving you frozen.

"What if some things are not like in the animes," you simply blurt out, "like the chakra
and the head-pats?"

"No way," Lumina rumbles. "These mangas are made by the finest artists of Japan. Their
understanding of human behavior is absolute!"

"But I can't Kage Bunshin."

"Because," Lumina points at you with her little finger, "you aren't a ninja."

"Ooooooh," you nod and nod. That makes sense.

For a while all you do is study pictures of head-pats in silence, trying to figure the secret
Japanese technique to happiness. It almost feels like a rite.

"Say," Lumina says, suddenly, "why don't we go to my house today?"

"How?"

She points to the floor over and over. "The car is still there."

You instantly puff a cheek. New places; such a pain in the ass. But, then again, she came to
yours already a few times over.

Then again, that mannor looks creepy as fuck.

>"-Kay." It's a millionaire mannor. Creepy or not, it has cash, and that means plenty of goodies.
>"-Nay." You a comfy nigga. Your mother is still down there cooking, there's Smash and cookies.

>>1787957
>"-Kay." It's a millionaire mannor. Creepy or not, it has cash, and that means plenty of goodies.

Profesor Umo stole the name of a little girl. It is completely unknown how or why the fuck he
pulled something like that. It is a fact, however, that there's a girl whose full name is
"Zumbundunga the One that Howls at the White River", and that she likes drawing and
jumping the rope.

Umo Walker 'the White Walker' hasn't actually ever been hired, and he isn't paid either. The
school ran for two weeks without a principal due to the passing away of the former.
During that time he just showed up, wrote his own schedule, and got a whole class to do an
assignment regarding looking at each other in the eyes.

His subject, Manners and Subtleties, is completely unprecedented and unrelated to its
name. Yet it deals in applying knowledge from other school subjects in a logical, practical
matter. While it does not add more knowledge to the pool it proved inmensely
effective at getting the students interested in studying further.

Professor Umo is also respected because of that time he dealt with a live Bengal Tiger that
was harassing one of his students online. It prompting the boy to go to school cosplaying as Bob
Marley and going even as far as threatening him to photoshop his family meeting pictures
so he looks disgusted in them.

His past, place of coming, curriculum vitae, and details about his eyes (since he always wears spherical
black sunglasses) remain a mystery.

Valery is famous for one particularly grim event. One of the seniors fell in love with her,
even though Valery had made it pretty clear that she wasn't interested. Given the gestures
and gifts the man always left for her, most started thinking of the blonde as a cruel bitch
who just wanted to see him suffer for love. He went as far as following her home in order to
the adress, only to later meet her family on his own to earn their trust.

Valery kept ignoring him. Even though the pressure from both classmates and family
grew since it was a handsome, wealthy man. It got to the point where she was constantly
reminded of him and bullied, her desktop buried under sly drawings of her and mean
words.

However, all of that backfired.

After severing, face to face, each and every of her relationships that supported that man,
Valery straight up told him to fuck off in public, in front of everyone. She gave no reasons, no
excuse. When asked 'why?' by the sobbing man, Valery just stated the same she had
been repeating for the last few months; that she wanted nothing to do with him.

'Every relationship' included her family ties as well, from which she had let the pressure build
up. Valery easy landed a job as a bartender and went on to live on her own, barely paying
her own rent and food. Her status as a loner lasted less than a week, however, since plenty
of people (usually of the kind she used to reject) found her choices to be endearing.
Under their wing, Valery managed to endure.

However, the man didn't stop. It wasn't long until he managed to find this address as well,
since Valery's past acquaintances hadn't still got over the fact they might have hurt her. They decided to
press on by giving the man information, under the belief that Valery was an idiot that had to realize,
even if by force, what she was missing. So she was intimidated, even threatened- until Trish
stepped up.

In the end, the man told Valery that, if she didn't agree to a date with him, he would kill
himself outright. That she would have to live with the guilt of taking his life.

Valery just repeated herself one more time.

Everyone remembers that time the Art's and Cute Drawings teacher asked for a model and
Priscila volunteered. They also remember, very vividly and in full detail, how she simply
got naked in front of the whole class even if no one asked her too. And of course, they'd
remember the details, since each and every one of them ended up drawing her.

The pictures in most sketchbooks show her with a smile that's hard to read and eyes that
neither shine nor dim. Her behavior ever since didn't become any less unpredictable. It made
everyone decide, unanimously, that she missed many screws.

One thing that remained to be true even to this day is that she never showed the least sign of
caring about feedback of any nature. Neither subtle jokes nor praise phase her. She'd just
stare at you with that dead grin, most of the time to simply walk away without warning at a
moments notice.

Unpredictable, unreadable- silent. Even bullies get nervous around her. Her unique beauty
radiates a bizarre confidence nobody understands. For a long time she was avoided
and left to her own devices- and that never seemed to bother her.

Regardless, the time finally came for some light to shine over her mysterious personality.
Priscila had been assigned to draw a whole mural by herself. Her theme was alien
bodybuilders friendly talking with each other. Nobody messed with it at any time, not even to
joke or to leave their mark. it was as if nobody wanted to risk taking the first step, whatever it
could be because it meant including her into this world.

Halfway through, a little girl, maybe jealous of her, drew dinosaur aaalll over her drawings
with a big red marker

Afterwards, Priscila used her drawings as bases to draw actual dinosaurs.

When the little girl found out, she got mad and claimed the dinosaurs were hers. Since no one
cared, she drew a lot of UFO's all over them.

So Priscila drew real UFO's over her red marker UFO's.

It went on for a while. By the end of it, the mural was plagued (and is) by an absolute
chaos of dinosaurs, UFO's, transformers, princesses, unicorns, trains, cats, and friendly
alien muscleman. The little girl then lashed out at her, screaming and crying. Hardly anyone
understood a single word she was saying, but Priscila remained as usual; mysterious and
grinning. She ended up giving the girl the time of her life by transforming her every doodle
into another reality on the blank side of the mural. The girl's mother ended up setting up a
picnic for four hours straight.

Most people realized afterwards that whatever Priscila is behind that grin can't be that bad.
Sure, she might actually be a serial killer that bathes on dead babies... but her limitless
patience and carefree nature make the attempt to reach her worth it. She has very few clues
to help her, but time is helping people trust her.

After all, who do we really know?

>>1787957
>>"-Kay." It's a millionaire mannor. Creepy or not, it has cash, and that means plenty of goodies.
Besides, Fancy places like that should have secret passages and stuff.

Thought I posted this before sleep, but apparently not.

>>1787973
>>1791360

"You are NOT going like that," Heather warns with an unwavering, stern look.

"BUT MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM-"

"NO. Dear," she turns to Lumina, her face instantly twisting into a smile (which is unfair),
"could you tell your driver to hold on for a few minutes? It won't be long, I promise."

Lumina nods. "Sure."

Heather somehow drags you into her room. It's a tidy, big place that smells like incense. While
the overall pattern is brown some things, like her pillows and towels, are crimson red to
contrast. Heather's taste in fashion is very down to earth while, at the same time, it lands
small, powerful details into the big picture. Before you notice she's scavenging her
wardrobe in a frenzy. Clothes fly from it into the bed. She finally smiles, folds some clothes,
and hands them over to you.

"Don't be long!" she says, walking past you and out of the room.

The door closes with a weak, blunt sound. You look at the clothes in your hands, sigh, then
work on your belt.

"Also!" the door suddenly opens, and it's her again, "take a sho-" she instantly looks away,
"-er....!"

"Knock knock," you say, your jeans already under your knees.

The door closes with a hard thump.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

A shower and some suffering later (because your mother took care of your hair), you are
fully dressed the way Heather always wanted. As you step out of the bathroom, Lumina
glances at you and her eyes go big. You look at the mirror and your eyebrows go up; it's like
staring at a stranger from a parallel dimension.

Still spiky, your hair looks wet and steady. Where your ripped shirt was there's now a
casual, yet sharp looking shirt of a deep blue. Your jeans are now black instead of blue,
rugged instead of plain. And instead of your comfy black shoes, you are now wearing some
leather ones that were stored, forgotten by time.

"ASHDJKAHSJD," you blurt out as perfume is sprayed on both sides of your neck, and then
over each of your wrists.

Heather looks as if she was just promoted.

"Can I go now?" you rumble.

"Yes!" Heather beams up. "Yes, you can!"

(Cont!)

>>1792417

Stepping into the limo dressed like this... life truly is full of secrets. You close the
magnificent door too roughly, making Snacks flinch and wave her arms frantically, who's
sitting on the side near the driver. The room in the back of the limousine is enough that you
could lay on the floor and sleep with your legs pointing at the polarized black window. You
don't, of course.

"What are your parents like?" You ask Lumina all of a sudden.

She simply looks at you. Her eyes stray from your eyes and towards your chest. "I'm not
really sure," she manages to say in a weak voice. "They aren't home most of the time, so I
don't think you should worry."

"Brothers? Sisters?"

"Only one, and it died."

You stare at her in silence, as the limo cradles softly.

"DO YOU HAVE A DOG?" you blurt out, as Snack's hand goes right through her forehead.

"I don't," she says, "but I have a few butlers and maids. They can learn tricks, too."

Your eyes dart up as you calmly get your thoughts in place. "So we are going to be
alone, then?"

Lumina nods. "For the most parts."

"Hmm."

The rest of the journey goes uneventfully and in silence until you picked up on that PS4 at
the limo that had Bloodborne. Lumina screamed at you to dodge for some time after
that.

-o-o-o-o-o-o

Castlevania. Without the slightest shadow of a doubt. You pray a Belmont was here before
you since you don't have a whip or holy water. Ready or not, the massive door opens, and so
slow that it gives you plenty of time to swallow at the gargoyles stationed over both of its
sides. You wonder if skeletons have to brush their head and ribs the same way you brush
your teeth.

"Fuck it," you say out loud, and step ahead. Lumina follows you into her own manor, as
you head into the biggest door you could find- and it's fucking massive.

Stepping in front of that gateway to ten other dimensions, you completely and utterly freeze.

"...should I knock?" you mutter.

"Like an anime, right?" Lumina sings mischievously with a sly smile.

The passing thought of actually being in Shingeki no Kyojin makes you grab her hand
steadily and without shame. Surprised, Lumina gives you another look, as you deal with the
goosebumps.

"It's not here, Emil," she says politely. "Come."

You do... after breathing an endless sigh of relief.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

"Welcome home, Master!"

Right upon going inside the actually human-sized door no less than four maids greet you.
From Attack on Titan to Tsukihime... now that's one big step. To your surprise, Lumina
completely ignores the maids as she walks across them, and you look at each of them as
they silently open the path. You follow Lumina up a fancy staircase buried under a crimson
carpet with gold trimmings, still glancing at the maids from time to time.

They simply stay there, bowing their heads.

(Cont!)

It's surreal. The hallway of the second floor is trimming with golden details, going from giant
weapons stuck to the walls, to paintings of bizarre landscapes, to flowers. And golden
urns too, as you notice right after you knock one with your butt and it shatters against the
floor.

Lumina turns to look, tilting her head. "Oh!" she says, "don't worry. The maids will handle
that."

"K," you mutter. After walking a while, you ask: "So how much was that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Eh, what's the cost?"

"Oh," Lumina says, still walking ahead, "don't worry about it."

It looked very pretty.

-o

You step through the runic, gemstone-infested obsidian door behind Lumina, your eyes still
glued to it as you keep finding more and more details.

When you look away, though, you completely forget about it.

PS4 PRO. XBox One X. WiiU. An actual SNES. Two computers stacked next to each
other. It's only after looking at them that you notice the gleaming wooden desktop with
dragon carvings, the piles of piles of manga (and you almost wish this was a typo), the
king-sized bed whose sheet has so many drawings that it would put the Sixtine Chapel to
shame- the throne. Everything majestic, shining, powerful- everything melts into one
thing like a pattern. Staring at the room is like marvelling at a painting about paintings.

With a PS4 PRO.

"Holy SHIT," you bellow, your eyes darting around maniacally, "are you rich or
something?!"

"That's right!" Lumina says with a smile, both fists balled up under her chin.

"There are so many things here," you blurt out, almost drooling at the tidy consoles, "why do
you even go to school?"

The girl opens her mouth as she lifts a finger... then freezes. You look at Lumina stuck in
place; it takes her a while to get it back together. Suddenly a bit moody, she walks
past you and sits on the ledge of that monstrous bed.

"As you can see, I can have all that I want. It's just... that... it doesn't seem to matter if I don't
know what I want." Lumina hugs her legs into her chest, her black hair falling to the sides as
she rests her head on the knees. "I've had it all... all that you can buy. I tried so many
things... but I was only really happy when I started drawing."

"Oh. You draw?" You ask.

Lumina grabs a little sketchbook that was over a fancy light table and extends it to you. You
walk up to her, grab it, and turn around its pages.

-then giggle like a walrus. "You SUCK!"

"I know," she says meekly. "And that's what hits me the most. I'm bad at it, and I still really
like how it feels to just do things myself. Even something like that."

"How come you don't have a boyfriend?"

"Because I never... really liked people," Lumina says, running out of breath mid
sentence. "Until I met Priscila because she kept invading my house."

(Cont!)

Lumina is visibly struggling not to laugh with all of her heart. "That idiot would just get inside
my house to switch things from their place and mess with the maids. One time, she somehow
put on a complete Knight armor set and challenged everyone she encountered to a
dancing duel. Even I had to be there to wrestle her down." She fails. Covering her mouth and
looking away, Lumina laughs in silence. It takes her a while to recover. "She never stole
anything or did something bad. I never had more fun in my whole life than when I had to
hunt her down. Priscila is... so unique. You can never know what she'll do next!" Finally,
Lumina brings herself to look at you, her cheeks all red. "She was the first human I
could like."

You blink, then put on your best demonic voice. "You are not a human, are you?"

"I loved that one too," she points out, "but the sequel was disappointing."

"Duh, you should try the new edition. It has motherfucking VERGIL and also two other
bitches."

She nods. "Sounds fun. Anyway, yes, I'm a human. My point was that I still don't like
animals that much."

"Like the rapist cat?"

"What happened to the other?"

"It still walks around," you tell her, "with a hole in the butt the size of a fist."

"Oh. Anyway- I don't... really... know what I want. And I'm not good at people."

"Eh, I think you are doing pretty well."

She beams up. "You think so?" Lumina smiles at you. "I had to study a lot in order to talk
properly."

You quiver at the thought. "Man, what the fuck have you been doing all this time?"

"I was," she says, "very, very confused."

Silence shrouds the air like a thin blanket. You think a few things over inside your head, trying
to make fire out of rocks.

"Duh, I just want to play the PS4," you say, shrugging.

"It looks that simple at the start," Lumina replies at once, "but then you get bored and it
gets all complicated."

"Nah."

"Yah," she says, a little bit defiantly- enough to be cute. "You play games, then you get bored,
then you don't know what to do. I... really didn't think there was something beyond that for
some time. I'm just... figuring it all out, and I feel like I missed on so much and that- that
I've been left behind..."

"Lol faggot," you say, and Lumina laughs.

"Sorry," she says, smiling as a little tear peeks from her eye. "I've only talked with Priscila
before you, and you know how she can be."

A single though drums within you, an image; and it's Valery, telling you that Lumina is weird.

Your mouth opens yet your lips stay sealed, which makes Lumina give you a funny stare.

>Tell her what Valery said about her.
>Don't tell her.

>>1792547
>Don't tell her.

>>1795658
this
And change the subject.

>>1795658
>>1795863

"What was that?" she asks, staring at you from below. "What were you thinking about?"

"Eh..." You need to answer this one quick. "Butt sex."

"Butt sex?"

You nod, trying to seem as serious as possible. And In order to keep that form, you
let silence sink in. From over her knees, her eyes slowly blink at you.

"Is there something being implied?" Your girlfriend simply asks.

Em: "What is 'implied'?"

Lu: "That's what I want to know."

Em: "No, no- what is 'implied'?"

Lu: "You mean the word?"

Em: "Yah."

Lu: "It's when you... um... when you say something without saying it."

"BUT DUH," you bellow, claws on your head, "how can you say something without saying
it?!?"

"You imply it," Lumina says with a little grin.

Her eyebrows raise as she watches your brain melt. She

"Um... haven't you ever read that word on the Internet?" Lumina asks, gently lifting a fringer.
"Like, with those little green arrows."

"Yeah, but I dun get it," you point out, desperately. "I thought implying was like lying
while being an ass, like an imp."

"That's not it at all."

"But you can't say things without saying things!"

One of her feet starts bouncing frantically as Lumina enters hmm!-Mode. Finally, she
lightens up.

"Curse of Darkness was the best Castlevania," she says, then nods with a smile.

...You just look at her.

"Shit taste," you declare.

"See? That's implying," she says. "I said that Curse of Darkness was better than Dawn of
Sorrow and Rondo of Blood without saying it."

"But that's bullshit, it isn't better than SotN."

"Pardon me?"

"SotN."

"SotN?"

"SotN," you keep blurting out the syllables.

"Oh, Symphony of the Night," she nods and nods. "That's overrated.

(cont!)

You feel deeply offended. Yet, after spending countless hours of your life- hours that you
could have spent going to the gym, learning a trade, or simply being happy- arguing with
nameless people on the Internet, you know better than to press on. It's futile; everyone
has-

"Shit."

"What did you say?" You say.

"It's," she drags the word, "shiiiiiiiiiiiit! SOTN," she says it the same way you did," is
shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit" and ends it up with a wide little grin.

...Those guys from the Internet? They were countries apart from you. That's the difference.

>Politely establish your point like gentlemen; by wrestling her down and asking her for redemption.
>Autist meltdown; flail your arms like a chopper as you kick down everything around.
>Cry in silence while looking at her straight in the eyes.

>>1796541
>Cry in silence while looking at her straight in the eyes.
Let a single tear out

>>1796562
Seems about right.

>>1796562
>>1796988

It's so unfair. So unfair..! But, your mother always told you hitting girls was wrong, even
though your father kept doing it. And given how extremely expensive even the dust around might
be you are left with a single weapon-

-that barely makes her brows raise.

"Emil?" Lumina asks, her mouth gaping. "Are you crying?"

"It's just the rain," you say.

"It isn't raining," Lumina points out plainly, "and there are eight more rooms right over this roof.

"What are those for?" you ask as your cheek gets all wet.

Lumina shrugs. "I just wanted a big castle. I wanted to be a princess. Now-" she adds,
suddenly getting closer, "could you cry a bit more?"

You try. But closing your eyes tightly doesn't help. "Wait, why do you want me to cry?" you
ask, your eyes all red now.

...her cheeks go red. "I... like seeing people crying," Lumina says, looking away as if you
were naked. "Is tha- is that weird?"

"Eh, if they were mean it's fine I guess."

"No, no," she waves a finger in front of your face, still not looking at you, "I like... love... watching
innocent people cry. Defeated. Begging for mercy. So broken that they can't put words
together in a sentence anymore." She freezes. As in, frozen in time. "Promise me you'll never
tell anyone right now."

"Duh, who would I tell that?" You rumble, shrugging. "Trish? Valery? Snacks?" You look
around. "Snacks already knows."

You completely ignored the phantom's 'shhhhs!' with a finger between her lips. As you turn to
look at her, your girlfriend seems... upset.

"S-so," she asks, her head shaking as it turns as if everything under her chin was frozen, "are
you going to tell them?"

"Duh, no," you say, raising an eyebrow.

...Her stare gets so intense you feel it piercing through. As if she was looking at someone right
behind you.

Then she sighs in relief and smiles, looking at the floor. "Thank you. Thank you, Emil..."

"So," you ask, feeling a bit out of your depth, "why do you like people crying?"

"Shouldn't you be sitting next to me?" Lumina asks, tilting her head to the side. "Or do you like
standing there?"

It hits you at once. "Yah, the whole girlfriend thing!"

She nods. You walk up to the massive bed and sit next to her. The mattress is so soft it feels
like quicksand, swallowing your hands.

Lumina looks at you in the eyes, but you don't feel the intent. "I like to see people suffering,"
she says.

"Eeeeeh, like a train you mean? Like being run over by a train?"

"No."

"Like," you press on, confused, "those guys who trip on their skateboards and fuck up their
knees?"

She shakes her head. "No."

"Then what?!"

"I like," she says, looking at you from below, "when people suffer for silly things."

"Oh," you nod, "like when they miss the nail and hammer their fingers?"

Lumina shakes her head again, this time so widely her hair dances around.

(cont!)

"Neither," she states. "I, um... like when a woman is crying because her male had sex with
another... or, or when a little boy throws a tantrum because her mother wouldn't buy him
that toy. Or when someone gets beaten to a bloody pulp because it got drunk and went out
looking for trouble. It... it excites me," Lumina seems like /she/ is about to cry, as she holds
onto her skirt with her claws. "S-sexually..."

"Ooooh."

"It's... pretty weird, right?" She glances at you.

You glance at Snacks. Your phantom is petrified, only her eyes moving about.

>"Yah."
>"Nah."

"So," you say, "you really liked it when I cried, then?"

Lumina barely glances at you again, looks away, and then nods over and over like a hamster with hypothermia.

>>1797935
>"Nah."

>>1797935
>>"Nah."

>>1797941
>>1798361

You ponder about it in silence.The depths of the Internet hold many, many things. Like
people who liked Curse of Darkness over Symphony of the Night.

"Nah," you say, giving the laziest shrug ever.

And her eyes lit up like candles. "R-r-r-really!?"

"Yah," you say as you let your back fall into the bed. It's like falling over a massive bunny with
the mind of a shy, kind teacher.

"You really don't think it's weird?" Lumina repeats, falling next to you.

"Yah."

She doesn't say a word as you yawn and stretch into the bed while caressing its sheet
with the back of your hand.

"I also like other girls," she mutters.

"Yah."

"A-and I believed in Santa until last year," she mutters even lower.

"A-and one time, I stepped over my hamster and... didn't feel anything." she almost
whispers.

"Yah."

"I... kinda want to be raped."

"Yah."

"Emil, are you listening?"

"Duh, yes. By Trish."

"So?!" She sounds really desperate.

You shrug yet again. "I dunno. Good for you? I'm sure Trish is a guy."

She simply stares at you in silence for a while. Not that you really notice or care. This is THE
bed and Lumina isn't strong enough to take you out of it.

"Aren't you... afraid of me?" Lumina says. She sounds pretty sad.

This time you don't rush the answer. Eyes closed, you figure out every possible ending to
this story.

"If you go full yandere," you say, with wisdom, "Trish can beat the fuck out of you, Mina can
beat the fuck out of you, Valery can beat the fuck out of you, Priscila can beat the fuck out
of you, and Romina is really done for." You nod, very satisfied. "My harem is safe."

Lumina blinks widely. "Trish is part of the harem?!"

"She cleans the bathroom."

"What does Romina do?"

"Cook."

"What about Valery?"

"Raises the children."

"Priscila?"

"Fuck if I know."

"What about me?"

"You cry."

"Why?"

"Because," you say, with utter confidence, "of how hard I absolutely fucking destroy you with
my Sheik."

When you glance at her, Lumina is smiling very widely, her cheeks a bit red. You both
simply stare at the ceiling in peaceful silence.

"You know," Lumina says in a mischievous tone, "Sonic is in Smash 4."

Your eyes burst.

That's all you two played that night. So, in the end, you didn't wreck her shit with Sheik. In
fact, Sheik sucks in Smash 4, and Lumina obliterated you over and over with Samus
Zero. Your tears of rage didn't stop her from laughing so hard that the echo scared the
maids.

.-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o--o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o--o

ALRIGHTY YOU FUCKS, another thread over and done! As an added little bonus, since I'm learning to draw, you may ask me to draw one character at a time so I can ruin whatever mental image you have of them. It will be in the opening pic of the next thread, but only one at a time.

Meanwhile, "ask me shit" is open until the thread sinks.

>>1798973
I dont really have much to say. Keep up the good work

>>1800833
But who do I draw?!?!?!

>>1801464
Heather

>>1801464
I always imagined Lumina as the emo pokemon girl that wears the blueblackish dress.

>>1803156
Which one was that? I missed too much Pokemon.

>>1803261
No clue, I don't even watch pokemon. I think she has ghost pokemon?

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>>1803269
Well this is a Hex Maniac.

>>1803270
That's the one.