first for vivian

>>3227871
First for punished Alex!

>>3227871
FIRST FOR THE BEST OP PIC
also christmas cakes dressed up as Palutena

>>3227871
Well that's the first shitpost out of the way.

WELCOME TO THE FUCK QUEST, HOME OF THE FUCK QUEST MAY I TAKE YOUR FUCKING ORDER?

And we're back!

>>3227875
Good fuckin taste

TOOT TOOT BITCHES

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"Citizens of Earth, this is it!"

You're in Rose's bedroom, peering over her shoulder at the grainy LiveLeak video, the one you haven't seen since it was happening in real time -- the one you've been trying to forget for a year.

"Here is David Darkbloom! He's here to answer for his crimes!"

You close the laptop's lid before the carnage begins.

"That isn't Camelia," you say. And it's true. The girl in the video has blue-dyed hair, and her good eye is red. The exact opposite of the terrorist who put you through such hell last year.

"What do you mean it isn't Camelia?" Rose demands.

"What do you mean what do I mean? I mean it's not her. The girl in that video is someone else."

"It's definitely Camelia," Rose says. She swivels around in her chair. "I remember her quite well. Do I need to remind you that she almost choked me to death in her hallway? Which, thanks again for stepping up when I needed it, Alabaster. I can't even wear a necklace anymore without having flashbacks!"

"I did step up for you," you say. "And you're still alive. So, you're welcome."

"Oh, bravo, Alabaster, bravo." She claps mockingly. "Every girl should be lucky enough to have a man like you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Calling attention to Rose's slip-ups like this is always a good way to cow her into silence. "Point is, there's something weird going on. The girl in that video isn't the Camelia I remember. The Camelia I remember is going around pretending to be Other Rose's sister."

"Have you finally lost it for real?" Rose says. She stands, folds her arms. Even in shoes she barely comes up to your chin. "You mean Amber Catachresis? Fake-Rose's little sister?"

"That's the thing. Other Rose never had a sister! I know that for a fact!"

"Yes she does," Rose says. "I've personally known Amber since high school. She wanted to join the student council when she was a freshman, during my senior year. I said no."

"She is not--"

"You're scaring me," she interrupts. "Amber Catachresis is Fake-Rose's little sister. She's a junior at North High. Still living at Fake-Rose's home address, 124 Tom Knudsen Lane, with her parents, same as always. She's not a terrorist. Whatever you think you remember, you've got it wrong."

"I don't--" you begin. "Wait. How the fuck do you know Other Rose's home address off the top of your head?"

"That's not important right now!" Rose shouts, stomping.

"I'm not crazy," you say. "Are you -- are you trying to gaslight me?"

"I'm--"

"Gaslighter! You're a gaslighter! That's what you are. You're gaslighting me! Don't deny it."

"For fuck's sake, Alabaster. Get ahold of yourself."

You ball your fists and draw several deep breaths. Calming yourself down, you manage: "Rose. Trust me on this. I need you to trust me on this, we agreed to that, didn't we? To trust each other."

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FIRST FOR CARNELIA(?)

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>>3227887
>The girl in the video has blue-dyed hair, and her good eye is red.
WHAT

>>3227887
>the girl in the video has blue-dyed hair, and her good eye is red

What.

>>3227887
Ohhh man.

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>>3227887
>"That isn't Camelia," you say. And it's true. The girl in the video has blue-dyed hair, and her good eye is red. The exact opposite of the terrorist who put you through such hell last year.

What kind of PSY-OPs bullshit is this!?

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>>3227887

>The girl in the video has blue-dyed hair, and her good eye is red

>>3227887
>Still living at Fake-Rose's home address, 124 Tom Knudsen Lane
Dude.

>>3227887
>Tom Knudsen Lane
Ah, good one OP

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When you open your eyes again, Rose is staring intently into them.

"You're serious," she says.

"Of course I-- you know what? Forget it. I shouldn't have come to you of all people--"

She stops you turning away. "Think about what you're asking me to trust you on. This isn't a business decision. You want me to believe that -- what -- reality is warping around you?"

"I don't know," you admit. "Something is wrong. That's all I know." You pace around Rose's spacious room, but her hopelessly beige taste in decor leaves very little to settle your eyes upon, and your mind is filled with too much noise to let yourself be distracted for even a moment -- even if you want to be.

"I trust you," Rose says. Her voice is firm and oddly reassuring. "But why are you coming to me with this?"

"Who the fuck else can I tell about this?" You snap.

She shrugs.

"Right."

You sit on her queen-sized bed and cradle your head in your hands. Secretly, you were hoping she would find a way to talk you out of this notion that Camelia is posing as Ro2e's little sister. But it's no use. You know what you saw, and your memory of Camelia is crystal clear. You'll never forget that face as long as you live.

Rose sits down beside you.

"What should I do?" You're desperate enough to leave your pride behind and ask Rose for advice. That question was genuine.

Rose stares at the ground, eyes darting, thinking. And then, for a beat, she goes still. "I don't know," she finally says.

"Bullshit. You have an idea."

"No..." she drawls. "I'm coming up blank, sorry."

"Give me a break. I'm not in the mood for the song and dance. Just tell me your goddamn idea."

She gulps and exhales hard through her nose. She begins a halting explanation: "I was just thinking... that you could ask Fake-Rose out on a... on a date... and if you manage not to act like a pig for a couple hours... she would probably invite you back home... and you could meet Amber for yourself..."

"Oh my god," you mutter.

"You're right. Terrible idea. I don't know what came over me. We should try something more realistic--"

"No, that might work."

Rose looks ready to melt into a puddle of goo.

You stand and face her. "I guess you're still dependable for at least one good idea a year," you allow.

"Oh, fuck you," she says, groaning. "I don't know why I even--"

Thwack comes a far-off, echoing sound from the other side of the house. You and Rose lock eyes, uneasy: that would most likely be Whitney, playing golf indoors again.

[ ] Investigate.
[ ] Stay with Rose.

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What could it mean?

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>>3227887
>The girl in the video has blue-dyed hair, and her good eye is red.
The fuck?

>>3227904
>124 Tom Knudsen Lane

>124

.....TrackMaaaaaaaan!

>>3227919
>Investigate

>>3227919
>Whitney, playing golf indoors again

>[xxxxxx] Investigate.

>>3227919
>[X] Stay with Rose.

https://www.rhs.org.uk/Plants/67050/Camellia-Tom-Knudsen-(japonica-%C3%97-reticulata)/Details

>Tom Knudsen Camellia
GOD DAMN IT OP

>>3227919
[X] Investigate.

>>3227919
>[x] Investigate.
Most likely doesn't mean definitely. And even then, I want in on this golf game

>>3227919
Investigate with rose

>>3227919
>[X] Investigate.

>>3227919
>[X] Investigate.

>>3227927
That's not the interesting part.

>>3227939
This is.

>>3227919
>[x] Investigate.

Rei really was best girl.

>>3227919
>[x] Investigate

Oh boy, what sort of hijinks is whitney up to this time

>>3227919
>[X] Investigate.
[X] WAKE UP

>>3227919
[X] Stay with Rose.
I don't think it's actually Whitney playing golf indoors(, sadly)

>>3227919

>[ ] Investigate with Rose.

Her frontal defenses should be useful for deflecting golf balls.

>>3227919
>[X] Stay with Rose
We need somebody to rest our head on right about now and Rose has big knockers.

>[x] Investigate.

Closing.

Let's see what's up with Whitney!

[X] Investigate with Rose.

>>3227919
>"I was just thinking... that you could ask Fake-Rose out on a... on a date... and if you manage not to act like a pig for a couple hours... she would probably invite you back home... and you could meet Amber for yourself..."
This sounds fun, I'm totally fucking down for this

>Oh hey Ally. You would not BELIEVE how far you can stick a driver inside you if you put your mind to it. Do you mind helping me out?

What's your sin tonight, /fq/? I'm in maximum /comfy/ mode here.

>>3228008
I'm on my phone at work

>>3228008
I haven't slept properly in two (three?) days since staying up all night to go to a 4:30 AM work shift

>>3228008
Watching KH3 streams.

>>3228008
I'm procrastinating because I'm too tired to do stuff effectively, but I'm also staying up late so I'll have less time to do stuff tomorrow

>>3228008
Making dumb custom maps in Wargroove

>>3228008
I was watching some anime from this season. This is has been the first season in a long time that I actually liked more than 1 or 2 shows from

>>3228050
Which shows are you following? The only thing I'm bothering with so far is Index, and even that's just to tide me over until Railgun.

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>>3228021
Good lord anon, what do you even do?

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>[x] Investigate.

"If she breaks anything, I'm not bringing contractors out here to fix it this time," Rose warns you. "You can deal with the mess for once."

She says that, but she's right on your heels as you walk out the door and to the banister overlooking the humongous, chandelier-lined living area. You no sooner peer over the side of the wrought iron railing than you see a dimpled golf ball sail past and collide with one of the chandelier's ornate hanging prisms, popping it in a burst of glass and sparks.

"Whitney!" You shout.

Far below, iron in hand, she visors her eyes with a flattened palm and cranes her neck to see you. "Whatsamatter?" She slurs. Drunk.

"What did I tell you about this?" You say. "If you want to golf, I'll take you to the links tomorrow."

You startle at another pop and burst of shattering glass. Turning, you see Alex on the other end of the living room, also holding an iron. "Sorry!" He squeaks.

Whitney cues another ball in front of her, ignoring you, squares up and hits it. Her swing is less forceful this time, and the ball lands softly in a laundry hamper in front of Alex, breaking nothing.

"Even sloshed I kick your butt," Whitney crows. "Heh heh."

You hurry downstairs and grab the iron from her before she can do any more damage. Alex saunters up, having produced a broom and dustpan from who knows where. "Sorry about the lights," he says, and begins to sweep up. "I'll pay for them."

"The fuck are you two doing? It's almost midnight."

Whitney spins on her heels, walks off and plops down on the leather sofa. She turns on the theater-sized flatscreen and doesn't respond.

"She called me," Alex offers. "Asked if I wanted to play beer golf."

"What is beer golf?" Rose asks, finally arriving in the living room herself.

"Beer pong but better," Whitney says. She flips the channels casually. The volume is way too loud and makes for a warbling echo in the tiled, cave-like space.

"I don't think things went very well with her sister," Alex says, leaning in and whispering.

That would explain it. Whitney's in one of her moods.

>[ ] How will you cheer her up?

>>3228087
>Foursome?

>>3228087
Kiss her in front of rose

>>3228087
>>3228095
As much as I think is a bad idea, I'm still behind it.

>>3228087
Rape rose together for old time's sake.

>>3228087
>[x] Double team Alex

>>3227871
OP (A):
"Someday I'll conquer the land and have you slayed
Blast away, blast away
Don't be like Lance10t, you are the new upgrade

I appreciate your thoughts
But you've given me too much to tolerate
I've done so much for you
But you treat me this way

No forgiveness for this endless love
My goddess never looked at me"

OP (B):
"And if you long to never die
Baby, plug in, upload your mind
Come on, you're not even alive
If you're not backed up on a drive
And if you long to never die
Baby, plug in, upload your mind
Come on, you're not even alive
If you're not backed up, backed up on a drive"

>One is a song about two lovers forced to kill each other because one is getting too powerful
>The other is meant to propaganda in support of AI Overlords.

Guys.. can we PLEASE be more careful with our votes?

>>3228087
>>3228103
This. Nothing will get her in a better mood then cucking Rose

>>3228087
Dammit, I'm not quite warm enough for open-ended choices at this point.

Uhhhhh
>[x] Genuflect

>>3228087
Kick Rose and Alex out and give her a hug, go from there.

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>>3228087

>"I don't think things went very well with her sister

Gotta protect this smile even if it kills us.

>>3228087
Bake her a cake. She likes cakes, don't she?

Ok, I see a general mood here; closing and writing.

>>3228112
Fuck Quest more like Blackpill Quest.

>>3228087
Dicking her is great and all, but wouldn't it only be a temporary solution to the problem?

Or maybe asking what happened and talking through it is too gay for the guy who rails a twink on the regular

>>3228103
>>3228119
Yeah, she needs some kind of affection from us right now. That said,

>>3228111
This is the kind of affection Whitney responds best to

>>3228087
[X] kiss her, cuddle on the couch, and watch garbage on the tv til she falls asleep.

Alex can join too. She'll like that.

>>3228131
Unironically, I think tenderness applies here.

>>3228060
Shield hero is meh but I read the manga so I decided to give it a try, Kaguya cause I liked the manga (at least the early parts), Endro is the most moe moe I've ever seen, Promised Neverland turned out better than expected, and Mob Psycho is the best thing in the universe as expected

and Quintessential Quintuplets (god I hate that name) cause I liked the manga and watching the anime ruin is fun and a little bit frustrating

Is the new Index season good? It's been forever since I've seen it so I'm not sure if it's worth catching myself up to watch it, especially considering I've heard a lot of bad things about season 3

>>3228137
>I've heard a lot of bad things about season 3
Guess what.

>>3228137
>Is the new Index season good?
No, it really isn't. It really really isn't.

>>3228130
>on the regular

We haven't done that in ages

>>3228087
force rose, Alex, and yourself (ugh) to reenact scenes from Whitney's favorite movies... even if they are pornographic.

alternatively, bake for her. she fucking lovers dessert for dinner.

>>3228142
Let me amend my statement then

>Would jump at the chance to rail a twink on the regular.

>>3228125
You better be combining the options into baking with her and alex.

Lewd baking is also acceptable and even preferable.

>>3228152
But we're totally not gay Anon.

>>3228130
I assumed that we we're going too talk it out after we calmed her down no matter what direction we went into. I don't think we're gonna be able to talk things through with her while she's in this state...

>Or maybe asking what happened and talking through it is too gay for the guy who rails a twink on the regular
There's nothing wrong OR GAY with that

>>3228152
To be fair all he's ever done is bone Alex, just as equally as he's railed any of the girls. He's never had to really spill his emotions out, so yeah.

Talking it out is a lot gayer than doing what he's done to 6 other people.

>>3228008
playing the new Ace Combat

it's breddy gud

>>3228008
Tryin to read a H CG raw. It's not too difficult, but it takes much longer. Also I'm only getting about half of the kanji that's getting used but I can understand a bit of what's happening.

>>3228174

Now that sensei's out of prison, maybe we can get that emotion chip installed after a near-death experience again.

>>3228158
>>3228170
>>3228174
I don't know it still sounds pretty gay, but I'll take your word on it.
>dicking cute boy=Not Gay

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I am here relatively on time for once!

>>3227887

>All these inconsistent details to Ally's memories

Either my brain is fried to the point where I can't remember and that's why this makes no sense, or we're stuck in Darkbloom's stimulation again.

Or maybe, this is all Amber's stimulation, we're stuck in her infinite pantomime of a fuck-quest, oh god, it's only the second episode and I can already feel my brain exploding....

>>3228008

Playing Sengoku Rance (For the strategy and remarkable story of course, nothing else)

I'm serious, the porn isn't even that good.

What of the rest of you anons? What have you got going on?

>>3228207
How could you possibly try to exercise your brain while masturbating?

>>3228008
Trying to write, getting distracted, contemplating whether another lewd scene would be relevant.

>>3228235
OP please.

>>3228223
It's significantly hotter.
So take a look at this
https://exhentai.org/g/1226127/7d8f1f23c5/
Normally it's just "oh yeah the disembodied shadow penis is cumming inside Nue"
But when you take your time and read it, it's "it's Nue's dangerous day, and she's letting anyone she sees blow their load inside her!"

>>3228223
It's the best motivator, desu. It's kind of crazy and incredibly embarassing how much of my Japanese practice comes from hentai and/or memes...

>>3228254

Well that's just incredibly irresponsible of her.

>>3228223
>What is Fuck Quest

>>3228264
The dirtier something is, the sexier it is, so long as you don't get shit-dick dirty.

>>3228270
>fapping to Fuck Quest
>>3227871

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>>3228221
Hi God

>Either my brain is fried to the point where I can't remember and that's why this makes no sense, or we're stuck in Darkbloom's stimulation again.
My personal theory is that there's some memory tampering bullshit and only Alabaster can remember the truth because his "magic eye power" let's him remember everything he's seen before

Am I the only one who gets some series Kageoru project/Mekakucity actors vibes from this

If anybody else here even remembers that series still...

>>3228270
The tags on my porn don't usually include psychological horror

>over 30 minutes of waiting

I missed you OP Studios.

>>3228301
how in the fuck has it been 30 minutes

>>3228221
Of course we're in a simulation. The question is how many layers deep are we?

>[X] WAKE UP

>>3228301
I'm waiting warmly.

>>3228301
Just you wait. The only reason he's taking this long is cause the next posts are so hot he had to take a break to fap

>>3228303
He said closing and writing at 22:39.

It is now 23:14.

>>3228315
Now now, he's only done that ONCE that he's made us aware of.

>>3228315

I know it's going to be good, OP Studios never fails to deliver.

I'm just impatient for my super well written smut is all.

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>>3228298

>Someone else who's actually watched meku actors

I always wondered if I had some kind of kindred spirit in this world, now I know anon, that it is you...

Now for the true test, who is best girl? Kido or Ene?

>>3228301

The longer we wait, the more bountiful the delivery, have patience anon.

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>>3228300
Pleb

>>3228337
Ene obviously. Shitposter voiced by Asumin? Fuck yeah. RIP ENEbot, though.

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>>3228337
>No Ayano option
Leave

>>3228339
Well excuse me for liking consensual sex in the missionary position while holding hands

>>3228385
Sicko

>>3228385
That's psychological horror to the right kind of person

>>3228353
>RIP ENEbot, though.
Agreed Ene is infinitely better than Takane

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>>3228385

you dare post such such degenerate filth in a holy place like this?

You're sick man anon, a sick, sick man...

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>>3228385

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>>3228385
You passed the test

>>3228399
My brother
>>3228398
>>3228395
>>3228391
>>3228389
Filthy degenerates

>It's been over an hour
H-he's dead isn't he...

>>3228420
FAITH IS OUR SHIELD

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>>3228420

No! This is all but a plan for OP to get us extremely warm and ready for his amazing delivery, it's coming soon Anon! Hold on!

MY WARMTH IS MY SHIELD, MY LUST FOR LEWDS IS MY SWORD AND THEY WILL CLAIM VICTORY!

>>3228399
The true and righteous path.

>>3228399
>fisting
Gets me every time.

>>3228461
There's a lot of really good ones in there.

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>>3228479
The snake is no longer resting.

>>3228479
He has returned!

>>3228479
TOASTTY AS FUCK.

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>>3228479

IT'S TIME.

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>>3228479

>>3228479
aaaaaaaaaaaah, that's the stuff.

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>First Lewd Scene of the season
> It's with Whitney anyway.

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>>3228479

>>3228479
I'm the anon who suggested Foursome earlier.
I am VERY satisfied.

>>3228479
Man, that was some depraved shit. I love it

>>3228479
Is this the first foursome in FQ or am forgetting something?

>>3228528
Haven't had one since FQ1. Both of them involved Ally, Whitney, Rose, and Vivian. One was non-canon.

>>3228538
Oh yeah. Forgot about the Vivian and Rose slave stuff.

I guess we have to aim for the first fivesome now

>>3228547
Nothing is beyond our reach

>>3228547
>>3228554
The final 18-way orgy is going to be the warmest wait of our lives.

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Whitney is up early, as good as new, and goes to the country club with Alex -- as well as a couple other members of the Darkbloom Analytics board -- for some real golfing with a couple generals. They're working out the details of the renewal of DA's contract with the US military. You should really be there too, but there's somewhere else you have to be.

And there's also Rose. You carried her to bed and laid her down after the events of last night, but when you turned to go, she started to cry a little. You saw, even though she tried to hide it. And as annoying as it was, you ended up sleeping in her bed with her.

She dozes until past noon. Since she pinned your right arm in her sleep, you're kind of trapped. You could push her off you and get up, which you'd like to since the body heat is starting to make you sweat, but... well, anyway, you let her rest. When she finally does stir, you have to help her guide into the shower as she stumbles and trips, still woozy from the hard use. She complains of being sore, so with no small amount of complaining on your own end, you soap her down and clean her too. And you're absolutely sure she isn't so sore that she actually can't manage the next part, but she nags you into it anyway: you brush her teeth for her. It's weird, with her sitting in your lap in front of the bathroom mirror, your hand swishing back and forth as the dainty toothbrush saws between her pointy little teeth. The look in her eyes in the mirror's reflection is hard to guage; she still seems a bit out of it.

As the two of you sit at a marble island in the kitchen and wake up over bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Rose is coming back from fucking-induced stupidity. She begins laying out the plan for -- as she calls it -- catfishing Rose2. Since Rose2 goes back home to her parents' house every weekend, you'll have plenty of opportunities to woo her on home turf, so to speak. And there's something back in your hometown that's just perfect for the occasion: a karaoke bar. How Rose knows these things off the top of your head is mystifying.

You finish the last of your cereal and dump the leftover milk down the drain of the kitchen sink. Behind you, Rose says: "Seriously?"

You grip the countertop in front of the sink and try not to explode. "Jesus Christ. What now?"

"You don't drink the milk?"

You turn. "You've bitched at me about a lot of stupid things, but this has got to be the stupidest. You're seriously going to come at me over the milk from my cereal?"

"There are starving people in the world, Alabaster--"

"Oh my God--"

"--And the milk is the best part! You can't have Cinnamon Toast Crunch and just dump the milk! Are you a moron?"

"I should have kept going until you were in a coma," you say. "Holy shit."

>>3228561
I'm not even going to ask who you're including with that number.

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You rinse out the bowl now and set it in the dishwasher. Grabbing your keys from the peg on the wall, you say: "I'll be back later on. I have an errand to run."

Not even Rose knows about your continued visits with Galatea. At least not openly. You assume she probably stalked you back to Galatea's apartment at least a few times.

"Wait," Rose calls.

You sigh.

"There's something you should know about. I wasn't sure whether to tell you, but... here."

She hands you her phone, and on the screen is a scanned document, a coroner's report. The man in the report: Carl Price, 52. Cause of death: acute alcohol poisoning.

You hand her phone back to her. "I figured... how the fuck did you get that information? How did you even know to be looking for it?"

"I make it my business to know things," Rose says. "That's what I do for this company. Someone has to."

"You creep me out. No joke."

She ignores that. "Now the ball is in your court. You're the Whitney-whisperer, after all. I'll leave it up to you whether or not she needs to know."

[ ] You will tell Whitney at the right time.
[ ] You will keep it to yourself.

>>3228572
>brushing Rose's teeth
Heh.

>>3228582
>he's already dead
Oof.

>[x] You will tell Whitney at the right time.
I'm not ready for these kinds of feels, OP, but she does have to know somehow.

>>3228582
>[X] You will keep it to yourself.

>>3228582
>[X] You will tell Whitney at the right time.

I also love Alabaster (unintentionally?) performing aftercare on Rose in >>3228572 . Nice to know we're not a TOTAL piece of shit.

>>3228582

>[X] You will tell Whitney at the right time

So shit dad is finally dead huh? Can't say I feel bad, but I can't say I feel good about it either.

I see no reason not to tell Whitney this, I imagine she will feel much the same.

>>3228572
>You carried her to bed and laid her down after the events of last night, but when you turned to go, she started to cry a little. You saw, even though she tried to hide it. And as annoying as it was, you ended up sleeping in her bed with her.
CUTE!

>>3228582
>[X] You will tell Whitney at the right time.

>>3228572
>dump the leftover milk down the drain
What the fuck ally?
>>3228582
[X] You will tell Whitney at the right time.

>>3228582
>[X] You will tell Whitney at the right time
She deserves to know, even if she hated him. She deserves the peace of mind.

>>3228582
Tell her the smartest girl in the universe should be allowed closure.

>[x] You will tell Whitney at the right time.
She deserves to know.

>>3228582
>[ ] You will tell Whitney at the right time.

>>3228572

This is causing me severe cardiac disarray.

>>3228582

>[ ] You will tell Whitney at the right time.

Inevitably the media will spring it on her if we don't.

>>3228572
Can we drink Rose's milk instead?

>>3228582
>[x] You will tell Whitney at the right time.

>>3228572
>Cinnamon Toast Crunch
Absolutely based. There is no finer breakfast cereal in existance.

>>3228582

>[X] You will tell Whitney at the right time

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>>3228582
[X] You will tell Whitney at the right time.

>>3228582
>[X] You will tell Whitney at the right time.

W-we're not gonna cold open into a lewd scene with Gal, are we?

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Galatea's apartment is a lot nicer than the one she used to have.

It's a third-floor loft, with a view of the bay -- or at least it would have such a view, if blackout curtains didn't perpetually obscure any trace of it. It's spacious, with a high ceiling and rustic raw brick walls, knotted oak flooring -- the kind of place hipsters go nuts for, with a monthly rent that only a person making well into six figures could even contemplate paying.

Galatea affords it quite well with the illicit revenue made from spear-phishing the elderly. What little you've been able to wheedle out of her is that she only robs the accounts she gains access to after the account owners die -- as if leaving the inheritors in the lurch is any nobler. But of course, Galatea is a piece of shit. You wouldn't expect anything better.

You enter using your spare key. She's at her computer -- where else? -- and as you step inside, she recoils like a Gollum from the intrusion of daylight. You close the door behind you, but she isn't any less unsettled.

She watches you with frightened eyes. These encounters are always wordless unless she has something to say, and she rarely ever does. You walk across the messy loft, deliberate and slow, your shadow deep in the pale blue light of Galatea's monitor, the only source of illumination in the room. You set your keys on the desk next to her. She jumps in her seat, just a little.

You kneel in front of her and put your hands on her knees. Tremblingly, she reaches up and takes off her glasses.

Your faces are level but slightly misaligned -- left eye to left eye. You're so close that the ridges of your brows are touching.

As her pupil draws into your focus, and locks with yours, it dilates to a circumference that nearly blots out the iris completely. Her eyeball begins to vibrate, the roundness of it deforming as if it will burst; and this is really all you see before your eye begins to do the same. You feel a looseness all over, like being in freefall, and then all at once you splash down, and become suspended in an ocean of warmth. As if bodily transposed to a different realm, you feel the walls and floor of Galatea's loft melt to nothing around you, replaced by only this warm ocean below, and a swirling vortex above, a cyclone whose tail extends infinitely through time and space. You gain now, as always, a total awareness of all things -- Nirvana, if you had to name it -- as if you can simultaneously gauge the speed and position of every particle in every person on the planet. It's blissful, almost orgasmic, but every time you chase this dragon, there's one gaping void in your awareness, a place you cannot get to, a thing you cannot see.

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>>3228743
U-um.

>>3228743
Oh

oh

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As usual, it's Galatea who relents first, ripping away from you, plunging you back to reality. It's a rude awakening, like stepping into a cold shower. When you look, she's half seizing, and sweating, and even drooling a little. You can smell her arousal in the air too -- this experience has much the same effect on her as you. You wonder whether you're becoming addicted; you wonder whether she's becoming addicted. Not that it matters. You do this for a purpose, and it's not the high that comes with it.

She begins to gain her awareness back as well, smacking her lips and blinking dazedly as she turns her head this way and that.

"Did you see her?" You ask, breath still running ragged.

Galatea gulps and nods.

"Did she say anything?"

Galatea shakes her head.

"You're so fucking useless." You stand, head swimming. Why does Galatea get to see her every time, and you don't? And if she sees her, why can't she get her to say anything?

Galatea stares at the floor. You take her chin in hand. "Dr. Carte is going to wake her up on Monday," you tell her.

For the first time, her eyes have some kind of human glimmer to them.

"really?"

"That's right. And she needs you to help her."

"anything. i'll get on my webcam--"

"No. You need to be there. In person."

Galatea says nothing.

"You don't have a choice in this," you tell her. "You're going to be there, even if I have to carry you in myself. I don't give a shit if going outside makes you scared. Are you listening to me?"

You tap the desk. She flinches.

"Figure out a way to fool the system at that hospital into thinking you're an RN. That place is swarming with FBI agents. You need to look legit. If you can forge credentials, I'll get you some scrubs to wear."

She nods her understanding. "i'll do it. anything. anything... i'll do whatever she needs..."

You fold your arms. "That's good. And hey -- you'll get to see Cerise again. We both will."

Despite herself, Galatea smiles.

You lean in, put your cheek to hers. Breath hot against her ear, you whisper: "If you fuck this up... if you don't go, or if you hurt my sister again... I'll make sure you regret it."

Her reaction is muted, taciturn as always.

"I'll be here after work on Monday. Be ready for me."

"alabaster..."

"What?"

"will you please hurt me today"

You unbuckle your belt.

>>3228759
Oh.
Ohhh.

>>3228759
O..oh

>>3228759
Oh my

>>3228759
Oh no

>>3228759
>You lean in, put your cheek to hers. Breath hot against her ear, you whisper: "If you fuck this up... if you don't go, or if you hurt my sister again... I'll make sure you regret it."

Tonight's update included a four-way sex scene and yet THAT LINE was the most erotic thing I've read in awhile.

>>3228759
Ohhhh man

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>3228759

.....

Is it bad that I'm slightly turned on right now? Should I be waiting warmly?

>>3228759
Oh, dear..

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>>3228759
>You unbuckle your belt.

OH BOY, HEEEEEERE WE GO

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At work on Monday, the congressman whose district covers Darkbloom Analytics -- Devin Isstein, that little twerp who somehow clung to his reelection last year -- takes the generals on a tour of the DA campus. But the divide and conquer strategy works: Armstrong leads the generals away, being by far the best at dealing with these merit-badge-wearing machismo machines, while Whitney and Vivian hang out with the congressman in Whitney's office.

Whitney offers him a Jelly Belly, and he actually fucking takes it -- now here's a guy who's constitutionally incapable of refusing a handout.

"You gotta, like, pass a law that lets us sell Sand Reckoner to people other than the government," Whitney says. "We're bleeding money, big league."

"That's a non-starter," Congressman Isstein says. "No one would get within 100 miles of a bill like that. I'm sorry, but public opinion just isn't on your side here."

This goes over like a swastika at a Holocaust memorial. "What the fuck do I pay you for if it's not to pass the laws I want?" Whitney shouts.

Congressman Isstein is so taken aback that he actually, literally, takes a step back. "You-- Ms. Darkbloom, you make generous contributions to my campaign, and I appreciate that. But those are merely donations. They don't obligate me to pass laws that favor your business. In fact, doing such in exchange for your contributions would be... astonishingly illegal."

"Well if you're not obligated to do shit for me, I won't feel so obligated to keep giving you my money! Or my Jelly Bellies!"

Vivian finally steps in, thank god. "My sister and I appreciate your visit. We will continue to donate to your campaign because our political viewpoints are aligned. We trust you to legislate as a stalwart conservative who encourages innovation in the technology sector."

Whitney fumes. Vivian takes the congressman's hand and the world's most awkward handshake ensues. Both their grips are limp and listless and floppy. "I will see you out," she tells him.

"Thank you," he says. "And please teach your sister some damn tact."

"It is a work in progress."

"Waste of my fucking time," Whitney grumbles as she watches them depart. "I hate politicians."

"Whitney, you need to understand that you are a politician now."

"Fuck no I'm not," Whitney says. "Unless daddy Darkbloom said in his will that I also get to be President. Which I don't think he did, so."

"When you say things," you explain with a firm but patient tone, "the world pays attention. You need to convince them you're not a dumbass or a crazy person. Get it?"

She doesn't get it. She's busy unwrapping a Slim Jim, wherever the fuck she got that from.

>>3228759
Oh

>>3228804
REEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>3228804
>This goes over like a swastika at a Holocaust memorial. "What the fuck do I pay you for if it's not to pass the laws I want?" Whitney shouts.
ehhhehehehehehe
Talk about mood whiplash.

>>3228804
>Skips the Gal scene
Well, fuck you too OP

>>3228812
I get the sense it was literally just Alabaster beating on her, no tenderness involved. And no dickings. I'll accept a skip on that.

>>3228812
We have to earn our GIRLS FUCKED.

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>>3228812
We're saving that until Cerise wakes up And uses Gal as a personal Onahole for her brother's meaty fucking cock..

>>3228817
>I get the sense it was literally just Alabaster beating on her, no tenderness involved
Well I mean yeah. That was kind of the whole point

>>3228819
We can lewd them without fucking them anon

>>3228804
>She's busy unwrapping a Slim Jim, wherever the fuck she got that from.
White trash leading silicon valley tech companies will never stop being funny.

>>3228759

While surprising this relationship development makes some sense.

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>>3228830
I want so read about Galatea's asshole being murdered as she drools into Cerise's mouth!

Did Ally try to kiss the princess yet to get her to wake up

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Whitney is in the boardroom, staring at the portrait of David Darkbloom still hanging there. The word "ASSHOLE" is scrawled over his face with a black sharpie.

"Solutions Forum is coming up," you say.

"Joy."

"Hanging in there?" You ask. Sometimes she needs the pep talk. "We've still got time to get ready for it, so if you need anything--"

She's still focused on the painting. "He made me CEO for a reason. He wanted me to do something... something other than get on his cunt wife's nerves. I need to figure out what it is, so I can do the opposite."

"You two are a lot more alike than you think," you say.

She finally looks at you. "What? Fuck you. How?"

"He had the same habit of staring at paintings and making dramatic speeches."

"Well aren't you just the Darkbloom expert now. I hope you weren't fucking him, too."

"Of course not. I'm not g--" you begin, but you know exactly what Whitney will say about this, and you don't want to throw her a pitch right over the plate like that. You decide to change the subject.

"Whitney... I don't know if this is the right time, but I've got some bad news... err, some news..."

"I'm turning into fucking Garfield here. I hate Mondays."

"It's Carl. Over the weekend -- he had an accident--"

"I know," Whitney says, nonchalant as can be. "The police called me on Saturday."

You blink, surprised.

"Thanks for telling me, though," she says. "How did you even know?"

"I, uh... I make it my business to know things..."

"Dork."

You're not sure how to reply.

"You're the only person in the world I can trust," Whitney says. She hugs you, puts her head to your chest, and you hug her back. You stand there like that for a long time.

>>3228853
>I need to figure out what it is, so I can do the opposite.
Sasuga, Whitney.

>"You two are a lot more alike than you think,"
She's not the only one...

>>3228853
Best girl.

>>3228853
Well that ended unceremoniously

>>3228881
You miss the point that we chose *not* to hide it. I assure you, had we done so, it would have probably bit us in the ass down the road.

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Did someone order a shitty meme?

>>3228853
cute

>>3228853
This is what I needed.

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>>3228853

>>3228887
Goddamnit anon I nearly choked

>>3228902
So did she

>>3228887
its ok, ill take it

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>>3228904
bruh

>>3228904
Ok, that was a good one

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Back in the C-suite, in the hallway, you're startled by a low, resonant woof and you jump back as a Rottweiler lunges from the corner office.

"Lady!" Kay calls, unseen, from within. "Get back here!"

Lady, who's a boy, returns to his master, slinking through the open door and out of sight again.

You hardly regain your bearings before Armstrong, walking by, gets accosted by Lady in exactly the same way.

He jumps back in fright. "Jesus tittyfucking H. Christ!"

"Lady! Get back here!"

When he gets over that adrenaline rush, Armstrong marches to the door of Kay's office and calls in: "You get that mutt out of here or I will punt it to the fucking moon--"

Woof

"Fuck." He backs off, straightening his lapels. He turns and puts his finger to your chest. "Alabaster. You see to it that she gets rid of the dog."

Mara comes by now, interrupting. "Alabaster," she says. "My office -- please..."

Woof

Mara falls the ground, shielding her face with one hand "Oh God--!"

"Lady! Get back here!"

As Mara stands again and brushes off her dress, you follow Lady and peek into Kay's office

"You're bringing your dog to work now?" You say.

"Hell yes I'm bringing my dog to work. I'm feeding him milkbones too." Kay does exactly that now, to demonstrate: pulls open a drawer, produces a plastic jug full of multicolored bone-shaped biscuits, and lets Lady eat one slobberingly from the palm of her hand. "Who's a good boy?" She croons. "You are! Yes you are."

"You're pissing everyone off even worse than usual. I can't keep them from evicting you if they ever realize that they're legally allowed to do that... honestly, I'm not sure why anyone is letting you live here. Do you even pay rent on this office?"

"Nope." Of course not. You don't know why you asked.

Mara enters now. Lady growls, but Kay keeps him at bay.

Kay reaches out for a handshake, and Mara returns the gesture. They shake for a moment. Mara's left eye twitches as she feels the warm wetness in Kay's hand and realizes what it is. She pulls away, lip curled in disgust, and wipes her hand on her dress.

"Ms. Vera," she says. "This is not an animal-friendly campus. Remove your dog at once."

"Lady is a service animal," Kay says. "See the vest?"

Indeed, Lady is wearing a vest that indicates he is a companion dog.

"Does that vest block needles?" Mara intones, summoning as much menace as she can.

As if he can comprehend human speech, Lady barks again. Mara jumps.

"Does that dress block fangs?" Kay asks.

Mara leaves. Thanks, Kay, for making her even angrier right before she wants to see you.

[ ] See Mara as requested.
[ ] Blow it off.

>>3228928
>[x] See Mara as requested
I'm curious. Let's act professional. Not like she has any power over us.

>>3228887
I'm an awful person for laughing at that

>>3228928
>[X] See Mara as requested.

>>3228928
>[x] Blow it off.
I just want to spend time with Kay for once

>>3228928
>[X] See Mara as requested.
Can't kill her, still need her. God, we're David as fuck. [Spoiler] except we can't grip her up like Rose. Shame really, being about to fuck Mara senseless would probably help us more.[/spoiler].

>>3228928
>[ ] See Mara as requested.
The please got me interested.

>>3228928
>[x] See Mara as requested.

>>3228928
>[X] See Mara as requested.

>>3228928
[X] See Mara as requested

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>>3228928
>[x] See Mara as requested.

>>3228928
>[X] See Mara as requested.

>>3228928
>[X] See Mara as requested.
o-oyakodon?

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>>3228946

Just fuck my shit up, sempai.

>>3228928
oh dear sweet tittyfucking Christ, thank you for providing us with Kay Vera and Lady. They are hilarious.

>see Mara

>>3228928
[X] See Mara as requested.

Well this won't be pretty

>>3228928
>[ ] See Mara as requested.

>>3228928
>[X] See Mara as requested.

>>3228928
>[X] See Mara as requested.
I fear her

>>3228928

>[ ] See Mara as requested.

Surely we'll get to Kay someday though!

>>3228928
>[X] See Mara as requested.
If we can't fuck our mom. We'll fuck someone's mom!

>>3228982
Rose's mom?
I think she'd be totally down for slow sex with us.

>>3228982
>Who is Renee
>Who is Ms. Mallory

>>3228988
I don't want to fuck over Saul, he's been there for us even though he thinks knows we're a piece of shit.

>>3228993
I'm sure Ms. Mallory can keep a secret. Who knows, she might even be into NTR!

>>3228982
>>3228991
This, we have so many other moms to fuck its not even funny.
What will be better is when we make Rose and Whitney moms too.

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>[x] See Mara as requested.

Mara's office has that same old Lovecraft quality of feeling somehow non-Euclidean -- as if it's bigger on the inside than the dimensions of the building would seem to allow.

You stand in front of her bare desk and she peers at you from behind tented fingers.

"Waking Cerise up today?" She asks.

You don't say anything to that.

"Spare me the coyness," Mara says. "I spoke with Renee about it. She seems somehow convinced that even if Cerise is awake, she can't take that device out of her skull without destroying it."

"It's unfortunate," you say. "Guess it'll be stuck inside of her forever."

Mara shakes her head. "I know you're trying to ratfuck me. You and Renee and her idiot daughter. But I'll get ahold of Sand Reckoner one way or another. Stall as much as you like. It makes no difference. In the long run, there's nothing you can do."

"Sounds good, Mara," you say. You always do your best to deny her the pleasure of getting under your skin.

"When I get it," she says, leaning forward, her pale hands gripping the edges of the white steel desk, "there will be no more reason for any of you to exist."

"Sure."

"I'll kill Whitney first. Rose, and Alex, and Renee -- and then Cerise. I'll make you watch. I'll torture you for a little while, too, until I get bored. And then, only then, I'll let you die."

In truth, Mara inspires a black terror within you that you have never felt about anything, ever. Somehow, though, you manage to appear unimpressed. You point at her. "You think you're going to kill me?"

Mara laughs cruelly.

"Wrong. You're already dead."

She isn't fazed. "Tell your sister hello for me. I hope to see her back at work quite soon."

Cerise returning to employment at Darkbloom Analytics... you haven't considered what comes next if she ever wakes up. You're not sure if it's better to have her close or keep her far away from this place. Assuming she wakes up... assuming that. Which you have to.

You leave with a persistent nausea gripping you.

>>3229024
Alabaster. Please. Now is NOT the time to be quoting Kenshiro.

>>3229024
>"Wrong. You're already dead."
I'm sure this doesn't have double meaning at all

>>3229024
>[x] Doubt

>>3229032
Now is ALWAYS the time to be quoting Kenshiro

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>>3229024

I hear Alaska's really nice this time of year!

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>>3229032
cmon it was grand

>>3229024
Shes just a Rose we havent cracked yet

>>3229024
Bitch

>>3229024
>"Wrong. You're already dead."
No, no no Alabaster.

Fuck her, then kill her.

>>3229033
Wait I'm retarded I thought Mara said that.

>>3229050
My dumb lizard brain had to reread it a couple times too

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You arrive at Galatea's apartment after work. She's curled up on her mattress, lost in whatever thoughts occupy her head.

"It's time to go." You hand her the scrubs that you got from Dr. Carte.

To her small credit, she doesn't try to bargain or delay. As far as you're aware, Galatea hasn't stepped foot outdoors since moving into this apartment well over a year ago, but she's willing to do it for the sake of Cerise.

Standing now, she does wait just a moment for you to give her some privacy, to leave or turn around, anything -- but when you don't budge, she drops her dignity and strips in front of you. Not that she was wearing much to begin with. Her tee, well-worn as it is (she had it on when you were here Saturday), comes up over her head, revealing that she isn't even wearing a bra. Or bottoms.

She changes into the scrubs. The frumpy, rumpled look somehow suits her.

"Did you do your part, then?" You ask.

"yes. i forged an employee badge that should work in their scanners..."

The "badge" is just a printed piece of paper, with her picture, a false name, and a barcode. But, slipping it into the laminated cover that used to house your Darkbloom Analytics employee ID, it looks official enough.

---


It would be too suspicious to go in with Galatea at your side, so you let her go on ahead, and watch from your car as she enters the hospital. She isn't used to being in the world at large, and she manages to look shady enough that the worst happens: a man who's surely a plainclothes fed stops her just past the sliding glass doors of the lobby, and enters into a conversation with her.

From this distance, there's no way you can hear the exchange, but you can clearly see the deer-in-headlights expression on Galatea's face. He says something, and is waiting for a response, but she isn't talking. She's just standing there, the stupid bitch, silent.

Your blood boils and your heart quickens. "Come on..." you mutter. "Jesus... say something."

After an agonizing period that feels like it stretches to infinity, Galatea finally manages to mumble a few words to the man, and show him her badge, and even force what looks like laughter. It placates him just enough. He leaves her alone. Galatea continues on, towards a hallway housing elevators, and out of sight. Only now can you breathe again.

After a few minutes, you get out of the car and follow.

>>3229079
Alrighty, let's do this. Operation >[x]WAKE UP is a go.

>>3229079
>has a Betamax but can't even get a magstrip reader/writer and forge an actually convincing badge that actually works

>>3229079
Here we go

>>3229079

Galatea is the hero we deserve.

>>3229079
Hahaha, it's finally time

>>3229091
It's only been two days man.

>>3229079
Ok, so who believes that Cerise is actually going to wake up this early? Place your bets

>>3229099
>Cerise wakes up
>But it's Carnelia's mind in Cerise's body

>>3229099
Not a chance in hell. It's gonna hit the fan hard and we're gonna be stuck in the middle of it with Gal and Renee

>>3229099
I can hope

>>3229099
She's gonna wake up and everything will be fine!

>>3229099
>>3229103

>Cerise wakes up
>but it's FQ1 Cerise

>>3229099
There haven't been any complications yet.
The Rules of Storytelling dictate there be a complication of some kind, or it will have been for naught.

I have faith in a happy ending, but we're gonna have to suffer to get there.

>>3229099
It either doesn't happen at all, or it does and her brain's fried or wiped.

>03:04:22
Off by one.

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>>3229099
>maybe something nice will happen
anon why the fuck would anything nice ever happen

>>3229109
>FQ2 Cerise wakes up in FQ1 Cerise's body

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>>3229115
>not the updated version

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>>3229115
Come on now, we've been over this.

>>3229120
>>3229122
I was legit about to ask if there was a version with the number changed

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You see a face you didn't expect in Cerise's room. Kay Vera.

"How the hell--" you begin.

"She might be a two-bit MSM whore," Dr. Carte says, covering Cerise's face with a tarp -- hole over the left eye that makes your stomach turn at the implication. "But she knows how to check for bugs. So she has a use."

Galatea is at the other side of the bed, gripping Cerise's arm as if she can't believe in Cerise's physical tangibility, caught between the fear of what comes next and the happiness of seeing her for the first time since that night.

"Are we good, then?" You ask Kay.

"Good as good. The room is clean. No one watching but us."

"Thanks," you say. "You can go now."

"Oh hell, no," Kay says. "I'm fine right here." She sits in a chair in the corner and folds her arms. "Proceed!"

"We have permission from Kay Vera now!" You say. "That's just great. Hear that, Dr. Carte? We can proceed."

"You're snippy when it comes to your sister," Kay says. "Anyone ever tell you that?"

Dr. Carte tries and fails to look Galatea in the eye. "You're certain you remember the procedure?"

Galatea nods.

"What we're doing here is just the same thing but in reverse. We'll pull Penelope out of her eye and destroy it. Understand?"

Galatea's nod is more halting this time.

Dr. Carte takes her hand. "You can do this," she says. "I have faith in you. You managed to successfully do the operation on your own, just from watching a video of it. With both of us working together, it's sure to go off without a hitch."

They scrub down and glove up. You sit beside Kay and watch, a helpless spectator. Your part in this is finished now; the rest is up to them.

Kay reaches into her handbag and produces a tiny, travel-size bottle of tequila. "For your nerves," she says, offering it to you.

You turn it down. Kay shrugs. "Don't say I was never nice to you," she replies.

>>3229136
>We'll pull Penelope out of her eye and destroy it.

>[xxxxxxx] Doubt.

>>3229136
This is going to go so wrong

>>3229136
I'm scared shitless!

>>3229136
This can ONLY go right

>>3229136
>it's sure to go off without a hitch
It's not going to go off without a hitch.

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>>3229136
>INB4 Cerise gets memory wiped and forget everything from the past 5 years.

>>3229152
I'm trusting OP to do what hurts us the most.
That might be it.

>>3229136
wait, wait wait.
maybe OP studios is just baiting us into thinking everything will go terribly wrong.

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>>3229136
>it's sure to go off without a hitch

>>3229136
literally shaking here

I don't know what would fuck with people's heads more. The highly probable Creative Shit-meets-Fan moment OP studios does so well, or the legit Happy Ending that absolutely nobody believes could ever happen