>>4364568

>>[ ] "Ever wondered what life would've been like if we had our parents?"
>[ ] Lift him up, you can't exactly talk if he's drowning like this.

Late right now so I'll close voting and update when I wake up sometime in eight or so hours.

welcome back

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>[X] "Ever wondered what life would've been like if we had our parents?"
>[X] Lift him up, you can't exactly talk if he's drowning like this.

It's a question you've had a lot on your mind as of late. The old you wasn't the type to ask such questions. He couldn't even comprehend the idea of a family, much less emotion. Little room for him to wiggle out of your questions, not that he'd bother.

"Ever wondered what life would've been like if we had our parents?"

Bloody bubbles rise to the surface of the bloody flood.

You resist the urge to smack yourself before reaching into it and pulling up the bloody, dead-eyed kid by the shoulder.

"Never. Things would be far too different if that came to pass."

"That means you thought of it." You raise an eyebrow. "And you don't want to tell me for some reason."

"It would be pointless to."

You roll your eyes. "So many things in life, all of existence really, seem pointless. Doesn't mean we can't or shouldn't."

"W̶̢̪̞͉̭̥̦͔͓͇͊̒͊̆͋̀̌̒̓̓ḣ̴̙͗̋͌y̸̛̮̽̿̾̽̒̒̏͑̕͝ ̷̨̛̞͓̳̤͚̱̖͍͓̖̂͑̏̆̕͘͠?" Ḩ̵̡̞̫͚͈͔͔͍̬͙̺̦̟͌̒̉͝ê̷̛͈̤̳͙̘̣̰̤͚̞͐̈̈̄̈̀̒̒̃̉̾hangs his head off to the side.

"Always with that question." A sigh seeps out from your lips. "Why not?"

"You claimed to be the one thing that could ever answer that question."

"That was a different me...or you or something; it's complicated."

The old you stays silent, still propped up by your hand.

Clucking your tongue, you shake your head.

He's such a dead little shit.

>[ ] "I actually thought I'd choke the life out of you if I ever somehow got my hands on you, but it seems like my subconscious is already doing that."
>[ ] "...Doesn't it hurt? You're probably too used to this to realize it does."
>[ ] "...What the fuck is that noise?"
>[ ] "Why are you still here?"
>[ ] "Why am I here?"
>[ ] Write In.

>[ ] "Why are you still here?"

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feels good to be back on this quest, other one is good, but this is my baby

Don't suppose someone's got a link to the first thread? It doesn't seem to be on suptg.

>>4368320

any archived thing can be found on yuki.la

>>4368334
Hadn't seen that archiver before, thanks.

For anyone else that stumbles in here:
Thread #1: https://yuki.la/qst/2424210#p2424210
Everything else: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=A%20New%20Mutant%20Quest

>>4368320
Whoops I forgot to post the usual background text.

>First Thread:
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>Issue #28 Star Knight Edition:
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>Previous Thread(s):
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>[X] "Why are you still here?"

The questions you have never seem to end. You wouldn't be a mortal or whatever you are now without them. If you didn't have them, you'd really be what the other You understands it is. Becoming a God isn't something you're opposed to, but you have the distinct feeling what He's claiming to be has far more reaching consequences.

"Why are you still here?"

H͠e͈̣̤͉̫̳̹͢ shrugs his free shoulder in his usual doll-like manner. "That question is equivalent to asking why I exist. I suppose the two are one in the same, which would make that question the reason as to why I'm still here."

"You're not going to get a satisfying answer to it."

"That is irrelevant, the question remains on my mind."

"For fuck's sake." You cluck your tongue. "I wonder if I sound like you whenever I don't take no for an answer."

"Unlikely, there is little of you that remains me."

"We're still the same person... I think. For some reason, Death itself fears you, or is at the very least disturbed by you."

"I am and am not. Death is, like you. Unlike it, you were once me and remain so. Perhaps your reaction would be different if you were not."

You furrow your brow. "When I or we were born, we were dead. The soul was given awareness and perceived oblivion as existence. You... I was rejecting everything including myself when I was alive, if anything my mother said to me in this world is true."

"...I͓͠ ͘d̟̱̳̳͕̥͚o̸͉ ̝͈̰͈̮n̝̮̦̙͓͎o̼t̥̥̩͕ ̻u̴̖̬͕͖n̰̙͉͚̙d̜̳̥̺̤͜er̼͕̪͙̟͍̱sͅt̷ą̩̱̼͕͈̹̜n̞̣͙̮̹͚̦d̻͎̯͢."

"Yeah, I'm pretty confused on that too. Basically, we're a cosmic fuckup of epic proportions. Either the Phoenix or Death fucked up, quite possibly simultaneously, when we died and were born or reborn. I... Our... The soul thinks it's God now, perceiving itself having come from nothing. Chances are you're a figment of it rather than my mind. It can't interact with you anymore than you can interact with it without me, the medium in which it perceives the mortal plane, bearing witness."

"It is and is everything... I am and am not. You are and can be not or perceive to be not once the flesh composing your brain dies."

"Your guess is as good as mine." A groan churns in your throat. "All I know is I'm stuck in-between both of your bullshit."

The wailing resonates in the alley.

You twitch.

It's becoming a bit too much.

>[ ] "I actually thought I'd choke the life out of you if I ever somehow got my hands on you, but it seems like a part of me is already doing that."
>[ ] "...Doesn't it hurt? You're probably too used to this to realize it does."
>[ ] "...What the fuck is that noise?"
>[ ] "Why am I here?"
>[ ] Listen to it, little else you can do.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4368468
>>"...What the fuck is that noise?"

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>[X] "...What the fuck is that noise?"

Really, you should've asked him when you first started hearing it. Sounds quite a lot like a song. There's something else to it though: you can feel it in your very being. It's almost like you've heard it before. Now that you think of it, it's actually quite familiar.

"...What the fuck is that noise?"

Ḩ̥i̙̹s͉̼̀ neck falls limp. "What are you talking about?"

"Are you fucking with me?" You tilt your head like a normal human being. "It's all around us now, the wailing."

"Whatever it is, you're the only one here who can hear it."

"...Clever choice of words, little shit."

It blinks and says nothing.

Rolling your eyes, you close them and realize you don't have your third eye in this world.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you seriously not hear that? It's like a cacophany of people wailing. They're in pain... So much pain."

"I don't hear anything."

You open your eyes and see it in the overhead crack of the alley, a figment of countless contorted faces wailing in an everpresent leviathan. "Oh, well this is new."

"What?"

"Nothing." Shaking your head, your vision blurrs. "I've just done and felt a lot of painful things throughout my life. Even if I thought it was bullshit at first, it really does leave with you scars, ones you can't see." You take a deep breath and sigh as a familiar weight encases you chest. "The people I trust and value the most... I've hurt them all in some way. Back when I was you, I killed and hurt a lot of people who didn't deserve it either."

H͓e̳͕ stares, not comprehending your emotions as usual.

You avert your eyes.

No one could ever break through to you back when you were him.

>[ ] "You're crying too, you know. You've always been crying, always hurting. Too numb to feel it. A part of me wishes I kept that instead of coming to my senses."
>[ ] "I actually thought I'd choke the life out of you if I ever somehow got my hands on you, but it seems like a part of me is already doing that."
>[ ] "Do you ever remember once wanting something or realizing you wanted something? You can't be totally lifeless."
>[ ] "...The river you died in isn't there anymore, at least in my mind. It's an abyss."
>[ ] "Why am I here?"
>[ ] Write In.

Late where I'm at. I'll close voting and update when I wake up if there's any votes.

>>4369002
>>[ ] "I actually thought I'd choke the life out of you if I ever somehow got my hands on you, but it seems like a part of me is already doing that."

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>[X] "I actually thought I'd choke the life out of you if I ever somehow got my hands on you, but it seems like a part of me is already doing that."

Unfathomable hated stewed in your being at the thought of meeting this little shit again, but that's all gone now. It's quite beneath you to hate it now that you think about it. There's little he can do other than annoy you with the past, and you've recently made ammends with a lot of it. You can't take back the countless lives you took, though you can make sure no other innocent has to die.

"I actually thought I'd choke the life out of you if I ever somehow got my hands on you, but it seems like a part of me is already doing that."

"Nothing is choking me."

You look down into the black-ish red water. "Not anymore."

"Oh, drowning isn't choking."

"Are you sure about that?" Raising an eyebrow, you shoot him a look.

"Choking is something restraining your blood vessels. Drowning is a liquid filling your lungs so you can't breathe."

"I'm not here to argue semantics with you."

"Then why are you doing so?" It hangs its head again.

You twitch. "Because fuck you, dense little shit."

"So you're still mad at me."

"No." Another sigh chokes out your lips. "You're just so fucking annoying. This entire situation is annoying. Do you have any idea how worried my grandparents probably are right now? I might've given one of them a heart attack! Do you have any idea how common that is at their age?"

"...No."

"Well, neither do I but still: I've done enough to the people I care about."

It stares, eyes devoid of understanding your feelings at all.

You shake your head.

He's so broken.

>[ ] "You're crying too, you know. You've always been crying, always hurting. Too numb to feel it. A part of me wishes I kept that instead of coming to my senses."
>[ ] "Do you ever remember once wanting something or realizing you wanted something? You can't be totally lifeless."
>[ ] "...The river you died in isn't there anymore, at least in my mind. It's an abyss."
>[ ] "I keep seeing you in a girl, Laura. Have you been watching her through my eyes?"
>[ ] "Why am I here?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>4370274
>>[ ] "I keep seeing you in a girl, Laura. Have you been watching her through my eyes?"

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>[X] "I keep seeing you in a girl, Laura. Have you been watching her through my eyes?"

A part of you is going to regret bringing her up. You really have no idea what you were thinking taking her under your protection: she's like the old you, only adorable in a way and disturbingly attractive. He, being you, is bound to have noticed by now. You damn near had a panick attack at all things when you saw her behind Phineas' desk. It'd fill you with shame if it didn't piss you off so much.

"I keep seeing you in a girl, Laura. Have you been watching her through my eyes?"

Ḩ̷̺̦͇̽̀͛̋̎̋̆e̶̡̪͎̥̦̪̟̥͖̠̽̉̌̓ nods. "She is strange. I cannot understand her."

"There's a lot of things in this world you can't understand, kid." You scoff.

"Do you understand her?"

You blink.

That is a great question.

"She's...like you, a lot like you. It's kind of frightening actually. Except, she's not like you at all: she's more like me while I was still you but not me."

It blinks back.

"...You do understand me, right?"

"Not at all."

You cluck your tongue. "There was a time I wasn't quite me yet, and you weren't completely gone or whatever the hell this is. I was just starting out. With Marcus and our ever growing army of expendable mooks, we conquered Hunts Point. I'd say I wasn't me until around the end of it."

"That seems somewhat arbitrary."

"Everything about our existence is a giant Fuck You to reality and whatever rules govern it. When you take into account our soul begets consiousnesss, it should be obvious ours wouldn't be set to anything but it's own will."

The other you stares again. "Makes as much sense as any of this."

You shrug.

For once, you can't disagree with him.

>[ ] "You're crying too, you know. You've always been crying, always hurting. Too numb to feel it. A part of me wishes I kept that instead of coming to my senses."
>[ ] "Do you ever remember once wanting something or realizing you wanted something? You can't be totally lifeless."
>[ ] "...The river you died in isn't there anymore, at least in my mind. It's an abyss."
>[ ] "Why am I here?"
>[ ] Write In.

Pretty late. Will close voting and update when I wake up if there's votes

>>[ ] "Do you ever remember once wanting something or realizing you wanted something? You can't be totally lifeless."

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Where is thread #1 of this quest? I want to start reading it from the very beginning.

>>4372150
>https://archived.moe/qst/thread/2424210/#2424210
Here you go. It's pretty rough at the start. Gone on for over two years now, though.

>[X] "Do you ever remember once wanting something or realizing you wanted something? You can't be totally lifeless."

Everything that exists has a purpose and seeks to fulfill that purpose. Things that don't have emotion still perform their designated function or at least the function as best they can. H̸̛̛̟̜̬̥̜̒̊̑̑̋̍͗̚͘͠ȩ̸̤̟̬͉͚͖̋̐̆̓̂̉̕͘͝ slaughtered countless people for survival, even if he didn't want to. Inside, there must've been a want at some point in his existence. Mortal beings like you fear the illusion of death far too much to not have at least once had a desire. It might've been just to live, but that's enough.

"Do you ever remember once wanting something or realizing you wanted something? You can't be totally lifeless."

The little bastard stares.

You blink. "...Either you nonverbally said no or you just nonverbally said yes."

"No and yes. It... seems as though I have, but I can't remember."

"How can you know you have but not remember?" You blink your demon kitty eyes once again. "Holy shit, you actually can want things."

"Perhaps I could. I do not know what it was though. That was before I am what I am now."

A laugh thrums in your chest. "That is still fucking amazing. Do you have any idea what a dense, dead fuck you are?"

It stares at you again.

"For someone who can't feel emotion, you sure come off as passive agressive."

"I simply do not know what to say to you."

"Guess we feel the same way about each other, being the same person." You pat the boy's other shoulder with your free hand. "Now tell me what you can about that feeling."

"...Marcus. I told Marcus it only once. I don't know why, and I don't remember what it is, but I told him."

A hum chimes in your throat.

The other you's head falls limp.

"It all comes down to him doesn't it? We started to change because of him."

"Yes."

You cluck your tongue.

It looks like you know where your next stop in your literal soul-searching is.

>[ ] "You're crying too, you know. You've always been crying, always hurting. Too numb to feel it. A part of me wishes I kept that instead of coming to my senses."
>[ ] "...The river you died in isn't there anymore, at least in my mind. It's an abyss."
>[ ] "...When I see you again, I think it might be the last time."
>[ ] "I'm ready to wake up now."
>[ ] "Why am I here?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>4372332
>[ ] "Why am I here?"

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>[X] "Why am I here?"

This question has no clear answer you can think of. He didn't intend for you to find yourself here: you just up and passed out after showing your vulnerability to your last remaining kin. Despite his presence, there's no power he holds over you whatsoever. It's pitiful.

It's downright sad for the both of you.

"Why am I here?"

He lifts his head. "I don't know. This place is within the mind. With every kill, it's only grown bloodier." Loosening up, he falls limp again. "I wonder which one of us is more responsible for it. Both of us are, but we've done our fair share of killing as seperate personalities of the same being."

"I told my grandparents how peace scared me. This entire place is the embodiment of my violence. In a way, it's a memorial for the dead that honors them in spite of how they were demenaed, at least for those I cared about." You raise your free hand to rub the back of your head. "I'm pretty sure they were real though. Makes it fucking crazy because that means this place has either bled over partially into the afterlife or I absorbed shards of their souls that are still in contact with them."

"...What?"

"I know, but nothing else can explain this kind of shit. Everything they told me is true and they were who they were; no mistaking it."

"No, I mean I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about."

"That's for me to know and you to never find out unless we become the same person again instead of me just Oblivioning you." Raising an eyebrow, you look around the bloodied, destitute alley overlooked by a leviathan of agony and death. "As someone who's experienced it, way better than this: peace in nothingnesss. Doing you a favor, you poor bastard."

"As we are halves of the same being, both of us were born out of wedlock."

"...You are so much like her, yet so much more beatable."

"Laura."

"Yeah, Laura." You shake your head.

Either there's a point where you went wrong that she didn't or you're just being hard on yourself, as always lately.

>[ ] "You're crying too, you know. You've always been crying, always hurting. Too numb to feel it. A part of me wishes I kept that instead of coming to my senses."
>[ ] "...The river you died in isn't there anymore, at least in my mind. It's an abyss."
>[ ] "...When I see you again, I think it might be the last time."
>[ ] "I'm ready to wake up now."
>[ ] Write In.

>>4373871
>[ ] "You're crying too, you know. You've always been crying, always hurting. Too numb to feel it. A part of me wishes I kept that instead of coming to my senses."

>>4373871
>>[ ] "You're crying too, you know. You've always been crying, always hurting. Too numb to feel it. A part of me wishes I kept that instead of coming to my senses."

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>[X] "You're crying too, you know. You've always been crying, always hurting. Too numb to feel it. A part of me wishes I kept that instead of coming to my senses."

>(1/2)

That stupid girl and that beautiful bastard were right: you were always sad. It wasn't something you could feel because you were too used to it. All of that suffocating pressure was the norm for you. Pain was your constant companion, which helped you ignore everything else besides keeping you alive. Marcus helped save you from yourself after that.

"You're crying too, you know. You've always been crying, always hurting. Too numb to feel it. A part of me wishes I kept that instead of coming to my senses."

He hangs his head for the umpteenth time. "Does that mean you're in pain?"

"...Yeah." A sigh seeps out your lips. "Everything from the past is finally catching up to me: Abuelita, Dan, the other children I killed who were just as lost as I was, and you. It's been killing me lately."

"Then why feel it? You can ignore it at any time. Emotion speeds to self-destruction."

Scoffing, you roll your eyes. "Look at you. What do you have without it? You're nothing but a shadow now. Even in life, you were no better than a dead thing."

"Why is that a problem?"

"Something that exists should not be as if it were not. Apathy is death, worse than death actually: dead things at least feed the carrion eaters in the sky and earth. You are a rejection of everything, which is an impossibility because everything exists. You are both a logical and existential failure, not that you can help it. There's only one way this can end for you."

"The same end that awaits everyone, I suppose."

>(2/2)

"No." You shake your head. "Everything stays in the dream, of what is. You... don't belong in this reality. So many people are like you, too many. Better you have a final ending than everything if you continue to exist. May not ever reach that point, but your existence has an effect on mine, so it's my responsibility and in my interest to deal with you."

"..W̷̡̺͕͆̇̇̆̀͗́̽ẖ̸̛̻͓̠̣̭̺͖̹̃̂̀̔̍̂̊̎̈̐́̚ͅȳ̷͚͇̤͔̈́͌̀̃̿̓̉͑̚͘̕ do I have to cease when everything else does not?"

You narrow your eyes. "That's just how things are. This reality isn't fair, you should know that by now. It's nothing to be afraid of either. Do you really want to continue as you are?"

"I cannot recall ever wanting anything, you know this. I simply ask the question that lingers inside me. You know what it is and why it does."

"Already gave you the answer to it."

"And it was unsatisfactory."

"Welcome to existence."

He, being the dense know-nothing it is, stares.

You breathe in through clenched teeth.

This likely won't end unless you confront him where it counts. You already know where to go, not that you want to. It'll devour you, but it will kill him. Afterwards, you're sure there will be peace for both of you.

>[ ] "...The river you died in isn't there anymore, at least in my mind. It's an abyss."
>[ ] "...When I see you again, I think it might be the last time."
>[ ] "I'm ready to wake up now."
>[ ] "I... I pity you."
>[ ] Write In.

>>4380987
>>[ ] "...The river you died in isn't there anymore, at least in my mind. It's an abyss."

>>4381085

+1

>>4380987
>[ ] "I'll see you there then?"
I hope things go well for you OP.

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>>4381172
Thank you. Life is changing for me amid wuflu but it seems to be for the better.

>[X] "...The river you died in isn't there anymore, at least in my mind. It's an abyss."
>[X] "I'll see you there then?"

T̸h̴a̷t̸ ̵p̵l̴a̸c̵e̵ is as it is now. Hopefully, its abyssal nature is all in your head and not a representation of the immaterial world. H̸̰̽e̴̢̎͂'s unfortunately of both, so you have to take things into consideration. Strange would've probably spotted such a thing if it were immaterial though. You need to go there nonetheless.

"...The river you died in isn't there anymore, at least in my mind. It's an abyss."

"I died there and you were born." His head hangs again. "Why do you view at nothingness?"

You shrug. "We both died there, in a way. I'm the one who walked out is all."

"Meaning that place is where one of us will likely reach a final death, as it should've been."

"I'll see you there then?"

He hums.

"See you later...or soon."

"I wonder if you can drag yourself out. The last time, Marcus had to be the one to save you."

You sigh. "Even if this can kill me, I'd hate to involve anyone else in my shit, especially him."

"And yet you took Laura with you to therapy?"

"She needed it, and I hated it."

"So be it then." Old Boy Kojo shrugs his free shoulder. "I'll be waiting for you at the End. We'll have one to things."

You let go of him, sending him splashing back into the steam of blood.

...

...

Your black-red eyes open to a rocky-esque cieling.

Blinking all three of your physical and metaphysical eyes, you lift you upper body up off the familiar old couch beneath your fine self.

"Did you hear something, my dear?" Old man Salomon's voice asks, surrounded in the smell of lime tea.

"Kwadwo is turning in his sleep again I think."

"If only he stuck to smiling. He was crying so many tears, but he looked so happy. I wonder what he was dreaming about then."

You raise a hand to your chest as warmth fills your reinforced bones.

They're still with you, all of them, even in death.

>[ ] "Thanks for taking care of me. I need to go get someone and prepare for tomorrow."
>[ ] Get out and dial someone, you might need some help.
>[ ] Join them for tea, they are your family.
>[ ] Leave, you know where you have to go.
>[ ] Write In.

>>4381288
>>[ ] "Thanks for taking care of me. I need to go get someone and prepare for tomorrow."

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>[X] "Thanks for taking care of me. I need to go get someone and prepare for tomorrow."

>(1/2)

Laura's likely still with Sean, knowing her static nature and fucked up head. You also did kind of shanghai her there after teleporting from your house to a location she had no real context to. It's possible for her to track you down by rooftop scent, but you've been teleporting to places over rooftop hopping a lot lately. She's done far more with far less before if you've learned anything from Harkin's memory however.

Throwing off the blanket over your body, you slip off the old couch. "Thanks for taking care of me. I need to go get someone and prepare for tomorrow."

"Kwadwo?!"

"Sorry, can't stay for tea." You wave at your concerned grandmother as she walks into the living room. "Thank you...for everything."

Darting out the front door, you will a portal into being to Garrison's room, running right into it.

The blond man in question raises his eyes up from a book. "...You have a way of making an entrance, you know that?"

"Oh, I know. Laura isn't here anymore, is she?" You will the rip in space-time closed and sniff the air for a savory scent.

"She said that she could find her way home after our therapy session ended."

Raising an eyebrow, a hum chimes in your throat. "What did you learn from her?"

>(2/2)

"That girl's a troubled one. Everything she told me about her past let me know what to expect but still. She quite possibly may have borderline personality disorder: it coincides with her self-harming behavior, feelings of emptiness, fear of abandonment, and an extremely warped sense of self from years being treated as a weapon. It's going to need more than a little therapy to help. Other people need to play a role in her life to help her overcome it. She seems especially drawn to you, fascinated really. Where she broke, you transformed into something else in her eyes."

"Huh." You sigh. "I get a distinct feeling I'll have to be the one that plays a key role in helping her."

"She considers you her new handler or something akin to it."

"That stupid little... We'll see each other again later, Garrison." Waving a portal into being benaeth you to your house, you fall into your living room.

A coo thrums in the air as the singularity shuts.

Blinking, you turn to see a fully dressed Alex laying across Laura's lap, receiving strokes to her hair, with hands held up like a cat's paws on your living room couch.

Laura acknowledges you with a raised gaze before returning her attention to a mewling Alex.

A part of you knows you should've expected this.

>[ ] "...So who wants to be a part of a spec-ops/black-ops team for intelligence gathering, counter-intelligence, and assassinations aimed at ancient cabals as well as world-wide supra-government agencies?"
>[ ] "I'm going to try to go to bed now, feel free to sleep in my bedroom: I usually either sleep on the floor or the rooftop."
>[ ] "I see my two pets have been keeping each other company."
>[ ] "Alex, please, have some dignity."
>[ ] "How long has she been like this?"
>[ ] "..."
>[ ] Write In.

>>4381391
>>[ ] "I see my two pets have been keeping each other company."

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>[X] "I see my two pets have been keeping each other company."

It's too weird and too cute for you to ignore or break just yet. Some teasing and fun needs to be had. Laura needs some if she's ever going to become an actual person, like and unlike you have. Alex and you are both terrible for that kind of thing, but you're all this poor bitch has.

"I see my two pets have been keeping each other company."

Kitty Alex raises her upper body and nuzzles Laura's cheek.

Laura wraps an arm around her waist, securing her for head rubs. "While travesing to your home, I encountered this girl whose scent I recognized from here. She was weeping yet stopped when she saw me. As custom with wild animals, I reached out a hand for her to familiarize herself with my scent. She approached, sniffed, and whimpered so I pet her. She led me here after that and enjoyed my full attention."

"...You do know she isn't actually a cat, right?"

She nods, petting the girl nonetheless.

Alex purrs.

Sighing, you shake your head.

The maybe-crazy actress is at the very least not trying to literally fuck your new dependant. She may have just pulled that shit with Ren-Run because it amused her to see someone normally so serious be flustered. You've seen her try the same thing with Jesús only for him to have the same usual dead look on his face. Girl's just glad to be in someone's arms right now.

"You disapprove?"

"No, it's just... I feel like I saw this coming yet still expected something different."

Laura, scratching behind Alex's ears, murmur.

You tilt your head at the sight.

Despite what the both of you think, she's not a lot like the old you, who would've slit Alex's throat and been done with her.

>[ ] "...So who wants to be a part of a spec-ops/black-ops team for intelligence gathering, counter-intelligence, and assassinations aimed at ancient cabals as well as world-wide supra-government agencies?"
>[ ] "Considering two out of the three people that now occupy this house have had therapy, how would you like some, Alexandra Sinclaire?"
>[ ] "I'm going to try to go to bed now, feel free to sleep in my bedroom: I usually either sleep on the floor or the rooftop."
>[ ] "Tomorrow... I need one of you to help me from drowning myself. I'll explain when the times comes."
>[ ] "Alex, please, have some dignity."
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>>4381828
>>[ ] "Alex, please, have some dignity."

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>>4388649

+1

>[X] "Alex, please, have some dignity."

You know she does this just to get a rise from you and thrives off the attention you give her, but you just have to do it because you are one insane bastard. It's not like you kind of enjoy it or anything. Really, you find it annoying in the way Abuelita used to try and pamper your fine self. It hurts you inside a little.

"Alex, please, have some dignity."

The blond turns to you, purring a low meow.

"Yes, you do look like an idiot when you do that."

"I think she looks... cute." Laura rubs Alex's scalp, making her squeel.

Your eyebrow twitches. "I'm surprised you even have a concept of cuteness."

"...While in the care of the Facility, I was given an Australian Terrier pup for a period of time."

Adam Harkins' memories flow into your mind.

"They sprayed it with trigger scent and made you kill it."

Laura's hold around Alex tightens.

A shaky meow escapes the cat person's lips.

You part your own.

"You were just a kid."

Freezing, you shut them.

That dead old man may be somewhat right, but it just feels wrong for you of all people to say that.

Alex flicks her tongue against Laura's cheek a few times before nuzzling it again.

You ease up just as she eases her grip.

It'd not that painful of a memory for her. What Kimura did and what her mother didn't do will linger longer than everything else. Only time will tell if it will ever stop hurting. The two of you quite possibly have an eternity to live through, if not exist through.

>[ ] "...So who wants to be a part of a spec-ops/black-ops team for intelligence gathering, counter-intelligence, and assassinations aimed at ancient cabals as well as world-wide supra-government agencies?"
>[ ] "Considering two out of the three people that now occupy this house have had therapy, how would you like some, Alexandra Sinclaire?"
>[ ] "I'm going to try to go to bed now, feel free to sleep in my bedroom: I usually either sleep on the floor or the rooftop."
>[ ] "Tomorrow... I need one of you to help me from drowning myself. I'll explain when the times comes."
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>>4388762
Sorry things aren’t going too well OP.
>[ ] "Tomorrow... I need one of you to help me from drowning myself. I'll explain when the times comes."

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>>4397315
it happens

>[X] "Tomorrow... I need one of you to help me from drowning myself. I'll explain when the times comes."

Not really wise or sane to say such crazy shit with no explanation but that's just how you roll. Alex would be open or maybe even knowledgable of what nonsense you're talking about however: you are her god now. Laura would be even more confused having just recently found out about the supernatural and truly existential Odd little bitch pretended to believe you the first time you brought it up to her.

"Tomorrow... I need one of you to help me from drowning myself. I'll explain when the times comes."

Alex moves to face you, sitting on Laura's lap. "Your will must be done as it always must. End it and I will save You as You have saved us all."

"Can you..." You twitch. "Put that in words that make sense?"

"I'll make out with and breathe life into your drowned body after You kill yourself."

Laura blinks.

"So you know what I'm going to do?"

"What You must."

"That's not... Can you tell me specifically what I'm going to do that's so important?"

Alex tilts her head. "Don't You already know that? I mean, You know everything that You do."

"Of course, I want to hear it from you though."

Meowing, Alex shifts to nuzzle cheeks with Laura again.

Another sigh seeps out your lips.

You should've expected that.

"Why are you planning on drowning yourself?" Laura asks. "There are more efficient and painless ways to commit suicide. I do not understand why you would want to in the first place, however."

"I'm not comitting suicide, though it is killing myself in a way. I can't explain it right now."

A hum chimes in Laura's slender throat.

You shake your head.

All of you are most definitely abnormal, some far more so than others.

>[ ] "...So who wants to be a part of a spec-ops/black-ops team for intelligence gathering, counter-intelligence, and assassinations aimed at ancient cabals as well as world-wide supra-government agencies?"
>[ ] "Considering two out of the three people that now occupy this house have had therapy, how would you like some, Alexandra Sinclaire?"
>[ ] "I'm going to try to go to bed now, feel free to sleep in my bedroom: I usually either sleep on the floor or the rooftop."
>[ ] "This is going to happen a lot around me. Best get used to it."
>[ ] "I wonder how much of this is all in my head."
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