>Met her in the morgue.

Man, I miss civ threads.

>>5751571
You and me both, buddy.

>>5751430
>Meet his family at the funeral

>>5751648
support

>>5751430
>.. met at work.

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>>5751671
You met at work. You work at..

>.. bank
>.. hospital
>.. law firm
>.. library

>>5751768
>Hell

>>5751768
>.. The hospital morgue

>>5751768
>>.. The hospital morgue
neither of us is great at handling life humans

I legitimately want one of these quests to actually go somewhere one of these days, but the single line OP posts don't give me much confidence.

>>5751768
>.. The hospital morgue.
Supporting this

>>5751778
>>5751787
>>5751801
support

[b]test[/b]
[green]testing[/green]

oh and >>5751768
>.. The hospital morgue

>>5751768
>...hospital morgue
Not for transphobic suicide meme reasons. She just works there. She's a coroner.

>>5751876
>She

>>5751877
Yeah, the thread specifies she's a catgirl. Try to follow along, anon.

>>5751878
>she's

>>5751879
you're right, we haven't yet asked their pronouns this quest

>>5751890
Could be more of a femme they/them, maybe. Fair play.

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>>5751768
You met her at the hospital. You're a..

>.. doctor
>.. nurse
>.. detective
>.. police officer

>>5752466
*hospital morgue
Why do you ignore our plaintive cry for a cute goth catgirl?

>>5752466
>>.. doctor

>>5752466
> Forensic pathologist

>>5752466
Hospital morgue.

>>5752466
>>5752585
> Forensic pathologist

>>5752466
> Forensic pathologist
We will make this quest spooky, damnit.

OP wont handle this quest.

>>5753009
It is almost certainly a bait thread

I only come to these threads to see how long before it gets derailed and if OP is man enough to actually commit to it and see it to the end.

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>>5752466
You're a forensic pathologist. She's a..

>.. doctor
>.. coroner
>.. detective
>.. police officer

>>5753193
>>.. coroner
can't tell if someone else is just messing with us as OP has no trip

>>5753193
>.. coroner
The cute catgirl is now spooky. My work here is done.

>>5753193
>.. detective

Cringe
Is there a joins the 41% option?

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>>5754160
Usually, a 'kill yourself' option is not accepted in most quests, no.

Luckily our spooky coroner friend transitioned in time to save her life!

>>5754230
would this qualify as suvivorship bias?

>>5754263
Probably not. It doesn't seem that such grim mental health-related subjects are a focus of this quest, but I encourage you to look up studies from academic sources on rates of suicide and attempted suicide for those who do or do not receive gender-affirming care. If you dispel some of your biases, you may find quests like this easier to participate in.

Well, more serious versions, since I'm still not convinced this is a real quest

>>5753193
>Man

>>5754361
>cat

>>5753193
>dead male corpse

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>>5753193
She's a coroner investigating a suspicious death. She's investigating the death of..

>.. an old white conservative man (highest rate of suicide of any group)
>.. a far right traitor that took part in the January 6 terrorist attack
>.. a transphobic neckbeard that lived in his mom's basement and seethed on 4chan

>>5756515
>.. a transphobic neckbeard that lived in his mom's basement and seethed on 4chan

>>5756515
>.. a transphobic neckbeard that lived in his mom's basement and seethed on 4chan
Apropos.

>>5756515
George Floyd

>>5756515
>>.. a transphobic neckbeard that lived in his

this one >>5754361

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>>5756586
It was the dead body of a repulsive man. Obese with terrible hygiene. "I heard he was a 4channer." "Eww he lived in his mother's basement and posted hateful messages all day. Gross memes about George Floyd and trans women." "What a loser eww." The nurses gossiped about the dead neckbeard. He died alone and even his mom was relieved he was dead. What a pathetic existence. You feel..

>.. pity, what a sad waste of life.
>.. angry, what a disgusting and repugnant man.
>.. nothing, it's just another body.

>>5756610
>>.. nothing, it's just another body.

>>5756610
>...hungry , I feast on the body

>>5756610
>>.. nothing, it's just another body.

>>5756610
>.. pity, what a sad waste of life.
:')

>>5756610
>.. aroused, what a hunk.

>>5756610
>.. angry, what a disgusting and repugnant man.

>>5756610
>pity what a sad waste of life

>>5756610
>.. nothing, it's just another body.

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>>5756637
>>5756657
>>5756763
>>5757619
>>5759290
You feel nothing, it's just another body. To you, it's all the same. Every body, every story. You are Hideo Ohta, Japan's top forensic pathologist. Others have labeled you as cold, unfeeling, but you simply see it as maintaining objectivity. These corpses in front of you? They all share the same silence. Their past, be it filled with accomplishment or bigotry, doesn't change their current state. The reality of having few personal connections doesn't bother you. It's just how things are. As you begin your examination, someone asks, "What's the cause of death?" Another replies with a dismissive, "Who cares about a racist transphobic 4channer like him?" But then, cutting through the ambient noise, a distinct voice speaks up, "I need an autopsy on this body." Turning to the source, your eyes meet those of a young woman. Not just any woman, but one with.. cat ears? You didn't know then but this meeting would change your life forever. You ask..

>.. her name
>.. why she cares about a dead 4channer
>.. what's with the cat ears

>>5760242
>.. her name
>.. what's with the cat ears

>>5760242
>>.. her name

>>5760242
>Study some biology before playing detective

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>>5760257
>>5761080
Your eyes narrow, taking in the unexpected sight before you. "Why the cat ears?" you question, the morgue's solemn atmosphere making her attire seem even more out of place. She tilts her head slightly, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Because they're adorable," she responds, tucking a stray strand of hair behind one of the ears. "Isn't life too short to be bound by what others expect of you?" You raise an eyebrow, slightly amused despite yourself. "Point taken," you admit, thinking of your own solitary existence, which goes against societal expectations. "And you are?" "Aika NyanNyan," she introduces with a proud puff of her chest. "The new coroner on the block. And," she adds, looking pointedly at the body on the table, "I have a hunch our friend here didn’t just keel over from his unhealthy habits." You..

>.. get on with the autopsy
>.. ask why she thinks he was murdered
>.. ask if a dead 4channer is worth wasting time on

>>5765096
>.. ask why she thinks he was murdered

>>5765096
>>.. ask if a dead 4channer is worth wasting time on
- He probably overdosed masturbation. 4chaner have a challenge now, called "destroy penis" or something like that.

>.. ask why she thinks he was murdered

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>>5765135
>>5766250
>>5767417
"Why do you think he was murdered?" Your eyes scrutinize the lifeless figure before you. The man's repulsive appearance and bigoted beliefs make him less than sympathetic, yet it's your duty to remain unbiased. "There's a pattern," Aika observes, her tone suggesting she's pieced together something significant. "Similar profiles, all vocal on 4chan, all with... controversial beliefs. They've been found dead under mysterious circumstances." You quirk an eyebrow, "Maybe they met their end following one of those gross challenges? I've heard 4channers have a challenge now, called "destroy penis" or something like that." Aika laughs softly, her laughter juxtaposed by the cold, clinical setting. "While 4channers have their own set of... unique pastimes, this isn't about a masturbation challenge. I believe there's something more sinister at play." She gazes earnestly at you, her feline ears twitching slightly. "Mr. Ohta, they say you're the best forensic pathologist in the field. Will you conduct the autopsy? See if there's something we're missing?" Your professionalism pushes past any prejudice you might hold. The puzzle intrigues you, and if there's a chance to unveil the truth, you're up for the challenge. You find..

>.. the man was drained of blood.
>.. the man seemingly died of exhaustion.
>.. the man's internal organs were destroyed from inside.

>>5769846
>.. the man's internal organs were destroyed from inside.
Alarming!

>.. the man's internal organs were destroyed from inside.
fun, fun, fun

>>5769846
>the man's internal organs were destroyed from inside.
The secret punch of the vibrating death fist, of the secret kung fu masters ? Or it was something else ?

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>>5769853
>>5770173
>>5770259
You pore over the disturbing results of your autopsy, frustration evident in your furrowed brows. "This can't be right," you mumble, unable to reconcile the internal damage you've observed with any known medical phenomenon. Aika, watching intently from the side, interjects, "The others had the same inexplicable findings. All internet recluses, vocal in their extremist beliefs. Someone or something targeted them." You shudder, "So we're looking at a serial killer, but one that can do... this?" You gesture toward the mangled remains, the man's internal organs were destroyed from inside. Aika's gaze meets yours, her expression unwavering. "Mr. Ohta, you're still trying to fit everything within the framework of modern science. I need you to open your mind and look elsewhere. How about folklore?" The sterile cold of the morgue seems to seep deeper into your bones, and you involuntarily shiver. "Folklore?" You echo skeptically, wiping your tools clean. Aika nods, her tail, an odd detail you've only now noticed, sways animatedly behind her. "Yes, you know, legends, myths. Japan is rich in them." Her eyes twinkle, contrasting with the stark reality of the morgue. "There are stories of entities that don't just destroy the body but consume the soul, feeding on the darkness within. Perhaps this is one of those times where myth and reality blur." A skeptical frown etches your face, but your intrigue wins out. "You believe one of these legends is behind these deaths? It seems... far-fetched." She shrugs lightly. "Many things in this world don't fit within the neat confines of science, Mr. Ohta. Sometimes, looking to the past can help explain the present." You..

>.. are convinced there's a logical explanation behind this.
>.. delve into ancient legends, searching for any clues to make sense of the situation.
>.. join Aika in uncovering the truth, driven by your professional curiosity.

>>5771546
>>.. join Aika in uncovering the truth, driven by your professional curiosity.

-There must be some rational explanation for this. But after watching all the episodes of "The X-Files", I accept the possibility that it may be something else behind it.
Its time for agent "Mulder" and agent "Scully" action.

>>5771546
>.. join Aika in uncovering the truth, driven by your professional curiosity.

>>5771587
>Mulder and Scully action
Hot.

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>>5771587
>>5771644
You make the decision to join Aika in uncovering the truth, driven by your professional curiosity. As the two of you walk towards your car, Aika flashes a teasing grin. "Starting to believe in the supernatural, Mr. Ohta?" You shrug, adjusting the car's rearview mirror. "I wouldn't say that. But, in the absence of logical explanations, I'm willing to expand my horizons."Aika nods appreciatively, quoting, "When you've ruled out the impossible, whatever's left, no matter how improbable, is the truth." Raising an eyebrow, you respond, "Sherlock Holmes fan, are we?" A faint blush tints her cheeks. "Guilty. You?" You chuckle, the unexpected common ground between you two creating a warm feeling. "He's always been an inspiration." Aika tilts her head playfully, feline ears twitching. "So, how about it, Mr. Ohta? Will you be my Watson?" A laugh escapes your lips. "I always pictured myself more as a Holmes, especially since I am the believer in logic and reason, while you're the one chasing after folklores." Her rebuttal is swift, "Remember, Arthur Conan Doyle himself believed in the paranormal." You nod, recalling an interesting tidbit. "Though Doyle wasn't the best detective himself in real life. Tried to crack the case of Agatha Christie's disappearance and couldn't." Aika chuckles, "Point taken. So, where to?" With a sly grin, you announce, "We're headed to see an expert in Japanese folklore. And she happens to be my grandmother." Aika smiles softly, her gaze distant. "Sounds lovely. Families can be... nice." Sensing a deeper pain, you venture cautiously, "Trouble with your family, Miss NyanNyan?" She sighs, a note of sadness in her voice. "We aren't really on speaking terms. They struggle to accept me as I truly am." Your heart goes out to her. "I'm sorry if I stirred up difficult memories." She offers a small smile, shaking her head. "It's okay, Mr. Ohta." When you arrive at your grandmother's traditional home, the familiar scent of tatami mats and incense wafts towards you. The door slides open, revealing your sprightly grandma. "Hideo! What brings you here?" She eyes Aika with an impish glint, "And with such a cute girlfriend, no less!" You..

>.. tell her Aika is a colleague.
>.. tell her Aika is just a friend.
>.. play along and pretend she is your girlfriend.

>>5774299
>.. tell her Aika is a colleague.
We just met today, after all! Shut UP Grandma, you'll scare her off...

>>5774299
>>.. tell her Aika is a colleague.

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>>5774422
In your haste to clarify, you blurt out, "She's just a colleague, Grandma!" The twinkle in your grandmother's eyes tells you she's getting a kick out of your embarrassment, but to your relief, she lets it slide. What surprises you next is the instant bond Aika and your grandmother seem to share. Their laughter, the shared anecdotes—despite their age difference, they click seamlessly. As dish after dish of your grandmother's familiar homecooked traditional Japanese meals graces the table, your heart swells with memories of simpler times, back when the laughter of your parents filled these very rooms. The room is filled with a heartwarming aroma, comfort, and a surprising sense of warmth. As you all savor the flavors, you tactfully broach the topic that brought you here. "Grandma, do you remember any legends where a creature mutilates people from the inside?" You attempt to sound casual, framing it as a mere intellectual curiosity, instead of being related to a string of gritty murders. Your grandmother gazes at the two of you, eyes sharp and perceptive, and recounts tales from the depths of her memory. "One such legend speaks of the Kunekune, or 'Wriggling Body'," she begins, the weight of ancient wisdom evident in her voice. "It's said to appear in rice fields during sweltering summer days. A form resembling white paper or fabric, yet undeniably humanoid. Farmers would often be found dead, their exteriors untouched, but internally... completely ravaged." The air grows heavy with the dark narrative. Aika, pencil in hand, jots down every word, her cat ears subtly twitching in concentration. "Were there any patterns to its victims?" she inquires, eyes wide with curiosity. Your grandmother leans in, a mysterious aura surrounding her. "The Kunekune has a taste for darkness. It seeks those who harbor intense hate and prejudice. It feeds on this inner malevolence, leaving behind a gruesome aftermath. But there's no need to fear, Aika-chan," she adds with a reassuring tone. "With modernization, the Yokai have vanished, as Japan's mysterious corners faded." Yet Aika, her gaze intense and contemplative, poses an uncomfortable question: "But what if instead of vanishing, these entities simply migrated? Found refuge in places still teeming with hate and bigotry?" The implication is heavy in the air. The internet. A realm where hatred can fester unchecked. A cold shiver races through you, as the sinister dots begin connecting in your mind. You..

>.. remain convinced that there's a more logical explanation for the murders.
>.. ask Aika to step back from the investigation, citing the escalating risks.
>.. promise Aika your unwavering support in solving the mysterious deaths.

>>5776867
>.. remain convinced that there's a more logical explanation for the murders.
But after dinner, we really have to check if those cat ears are fancy haptic prosthetics or, like... Real. If they're REAL, well then shit, maybe so are yokai.

>>5776867
>>.. promise Aika your unwavering support in solving the mysterious deaths.
We heard an "old legends", maybe now we should check some "urban legends" and see if there are some similarities

OP, I hope you plan to continue this story. Given the slow boil and sporadic updates, should we expect a thread 2?

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>>5776873
>>5777559
You are unable to reconcile the internal damage you've observed with any known medical phenomenon. Yet you remain convinced that there's a more logical explanation behind all these events than the eerie possibility of a malevolent Yokai migrating to the internet. "Your grandmother's absolutely lovely, Mr. Ohta," Aika remarks as the city lights blur past your car windows. You nod, the hum of the engine softening your voice, "She means the world to me. And, Aika, drop the 'Mr. Ohta'. Just Hideo will do. I think we are past such formalities." Your grandmother is your only living family. You think back to your childhood. The vibrant, cheerful kid that you once were. But the enigmatic death of your parents, one that medical experts couldn't decipher, cast a dark veil over you, molding you into the reserved and stoic forensic pathologist you've become. Hesitatingly, Aika ventures, "I've kept something from you, Hideo. My lineage traces back to the Onmyoji." You throw her a wry smile, "I had a hunch 'NyanNyan' wasn’t the ancestral title." Aika chuckles, revealing her true family name — an ancient, prestigious line that rings of influence and wealth. "When I stumbled upon these inexplicable deaths, my instincts screamed 'Yokai'. I approached you — Japan's greatest forensic pathologist — to consider all rational angles. Meeting your grandma and learning about the Kunekune, well, that was just a wonderful outcome." Raising an eyebrow, you ask, "Couldn't you consult your own family? Given their stature as Japan's leading Onmyoji, surely they would recognize the Kunekune tale?" Her expression darkens, "In theory, yes. But as I mentioned, my family and I are estranged. My father desired a male heir... he refuses to accept me as I am." Meeting her gaze, you reply, "His loss. You're exceptional, Aika. And know this – you will have my unwavering support in solving these deaths." Her eyes soften with gratitude. "Thank you, Hideo." She hesitates for a heartbeat, her fingers fidgeting. "So... what's your honest take on these ears and tail of mine?" You believe her ears and tail..

>.. are strikingly lifelike.
>.. appear to be fancy haptic prosthetics.
>.. must have cost her a fortune in surgical costs.

>>5778194
>.. are strikingly lifelike, but they MUST be fancy haptic prosthetics, right? ...Right?

>>5778194
>. are strikingly lifelike.

kys nigger

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>>5778202
>>5778718
Gazing at her cat ears and tail, you're struck by how strikingly lifelike they are. "These must be top-of-the-line haptic prosthetics, right?" you venture, trying to maintain a casual tone, but the surprise is evident in your voice. Aika tilts her head, allowing her ears to be more accessible. "Take a closer look if you'd like, Hideo." As you examine the ears, astonishment overwhelms you. "This doesn't make sense... body modification at this level?" She sighs, her expression becoming melancholic, "Not exactly. Let me share something, Hideo." From her bag, Aika retrieves an aged photograph. It portrays a young boy, unmistakably from a very wealthy lineage, with a cat by his side. "Two decades back, a child came into this world, born to the most renowned Onmyoji lineage in Japan. Directly descended from Abe no Seimei. This child, though assigned male at birth, felt a dissonance... and in seeking alignment, struck a pact with a powerful cat yokai to transition." The resemblance between the child in the photo and the young woman before you becomes unmistakable. You..

>.. exclaim in surprise, "That was you as a child?"
>.. wrap your arms around her, whispering, "I'm glad you found your true self."
>.. are in disbelief, "You're kidding, right?"

>>5780571
>.. are in disbelief, "You're kidding, right?"
I mean, obviously we accept her, but embracing her is reckless for two reasons:
>1) She might not be into that
>2) We're actively driving
Plus,we didn't believe in the supernatural a moment ago. Let's, with informed consent,
>reach out to touch her ears and verify this is true.

>>5780571
> 1.are in disbelief, "You're kidding, right?"
> 2.exclaim in surprise, "That was you as a child?"

>>5780571
>.. are in disbelief, "You're kidding, right?"
>.. exclaim in surprise, "That was you as a child?"

... A cat yokai with both human and cat ears and likes dealing with corpses... where have I seen that before...

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>>5780596
>>5780603
>>5780676
You are in disbelief, "You're kidding, right?" Aika gestures towards her feline features. "See for yourself if you're skeptical." Now parked outside Aika's apartment, curiosity takes over, and you cautiously reach out to touch her ears. The feeling beneath your fingertips is undeniably real. Drawing back, you exclaim in surprise, "So, that child in the picture was... you?" A hint of vulnerability creeps into her eyes, "Don't you trust me, Hideo?" Taking a deep breath, you admit, "It's not a matter of trust. It's just... Yokai? It's a stretch from the reality I'm used to." She fires back with a familiar quote, "Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. Yokai might sound far-fetched, but here we are." While you wrestle internally, trying to reconcile this new piece of information, Aika adds a lighter note, "The Cat Yokai blessed me with these ears, a feminine body... though I wish it had been a bit more generous about my cup size." She laughs, then turns somber, "My father couldn't see past the heir he thought he had, leading to my banishment from the clan." Feeling a rush of empathy, you ask, "What can I do for you, Aika?" She looks straight into your eyes, "There's a ritual to exorcise malevolent Yokai. I've been considering giving it a shot tonight. Would you stand by me?" "I'll stand by you every step of the way," you declare, steeling your resolve to aid Aika in solving the murder mystery. Following her lead, you step into her apartment. Contrary to what you'd anticipated, something eerie or uninviting, her home feels surprisingly cozy and feminine. Aika powers up her laptop, diving straight into her findings. "All these victims were active on racist image boards, meeting their end precisely around midnight, each with their laptops aglow. My strategy? I'll delve into 4chan at the witching hour, navigate to its darkest, most hateful corners, and lure the Kunekune here, right to this very apartment, and exorcise it." You nod, acknowledging the risks involved but trusting her judgement. Suddenly, a hint of concern clouds Aika's eyes. "Hideo, there's something vital you need to be aware of. This Yokai doesn't just randomly attack; it feeds on the very shadows of our souls. Our innermost grudges, our concealed bitterness... Do you harbor any dark memories or regrets?" You..

>.. lie, "I can't think of anything offhand."
>.. tell the truth, "The death of my parents. I've felt anger towards them for abandoning me."
>.. confess, "I've always envied those surrounded by friends."

>>5783164
>"I've always envied those surrounded by friends."
Working with the dead does not provide an opportunity to make new friends.

>>5783164
>.. confess, "I've always envied those surrounded by friends."
So ronery.

>>5783164
>.. confess, "I've always envied those surrounded by friends."

... on a side note, given their onmyouji traditions, I'm pretty sure her family didn't take her transition from a human to a yōkai that well either.

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>>5783218
>>5783285
>>5783463
"I've always envied those surrounded by friends," you confess, your voice reflecting the weight of the years. "After I lost my parents, I withdrew. I feared building bonds, getting attached, because I dreaded experiencing that pain of loss again. Logic became my shield, reason my sword; because the pain of falling in love and experiencing loss again felt unbearable." Aika gently places her hand atop yours, her touch comforting. "Opening up, being vulnerable, it's never easy, Hideo. But sometimes, the experience of love, even with the potential pain, is worth the risk. Remember, it's not about having many people around you, but having those few who genuinely stand with you." Searching her eyes, you ask, "And what about you, Aika? What pain do you carry?" She takes a deep breath, "I just wish my father had seen me. Truly seen me. He'd rather grieve for a dead son than acknowledge and embrace his trans daughter. That rejection... it stings deep." Your fingers tighten around hers, a silent pledge of unwavering support. As she opens her laptop and plunges into the darkest recesses of 4chan, you steel yourself, prepared to confront the malevolent entity that lurks within. "You will never be a woman!" "Join the 41% tranny!" "Kill yourself nigger!" You read the hate-filled messages. Not posted by any Yokai but human beings warped by hate and prejudice. You..

>.. feel revulsion at the sheer magnitude of their hate and bigotry.
>.. can't help but wonder about the unfortunate circumstances in their lives that led them down this path.
>.. feel nothing. Bigots like these warrant neither your ire nor your compassion.

>>5784838
>.. feel nothing. Bigots like these warrant neither your ire nor your compassion.
A puzzle to solve. That's all it is...

>>5784838
>feel nothing. Bigots like these warrant neither your ire nor your compassion.

>>5784838
>>.. feel nothing. Bigots like these warrant neither your ire nor your compassion.

>>5784838
>... feel nothing. Bigots like these warrant neither your ire nor your compassion.

>>5784838
Jump off the nearest building

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>>5784844
>>5784870
>>5784908
>>5784979
You feel nothing. Bigots like these warrant neither your ire nor your compassion. As you delve deeper into the dark corners of the web, Aika's voice anchors you to reality. "If things spiral out of control, Hideo, I need you to run. And if the worst happens, tell my father that... his Onmyoji daughter stood her ground till the end," she declares, her voice echoing with steely resolve. But you shake your head defiantly, "Sorry, but that's not happening. I'm not leaving your side. Not now, not ever." Aika's eyes flash with a mix of fear and admiration, "This is my fight, Hideo. I won't let you become collateral damage." Holding her gaze with unwavering intensity, you assert, "Look at me, Aika. We're in this together. I'm not letting you face this alone, nor am I willing to find your dead body on my table in the morgue. You're the closest thing to a friend I've had in ages. We either brave this storm together or emerge victorious side by side." A smirk tugs at Aika's lips, even amidst the tension, "Seems we're a team now, aren't we? Let's make a pact, then: we stand by each other, come what may." With that mutual understanding, Aika begins her ritual, reciting a Shinto chant, beckoning the malevolent Yokai to confront her. Almost instantly, an uncanny shift permeates the room. "It's stronger than I anticipated! It's trying to drag us into its realm!" Aika's alarmed shout is the last thing you hear before the familiar surroundings of her apartment dissolve into nothingness. Then you see it wriggling.

>.. d100, best of 3.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>5785164

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>5785164

>>5785195
Uh oh. It's roll under, right?

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>5785164

>>5785196
Should be roll under, unless QM changes it to be a dick.

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>>5785194
>>5785195
>>5785196
>>5785227
The voices close in, each more haunting than the last. "End it all." "Why am I so unloved?" "Why can't I be better?" "The world's better off without me." "Ugliness, poverty – why me?" "Such hatred." Echoes of those the Kunekune consumed wash over you, drowning you in their collective misery. Then, a gut-wrenching twist: your own younger voice rings out, exposing the raw wounds of your past. "Why did they leave me? Alone, always alone... Why do others have friends while I'm left alone?" The temptation to succumb, to let the Kunekune devour your essence, grows almost irresistible. A familiar voice slices through the despair, "Hold on, Hideo! Don't let it overpower you!" It's the voice of a determined young woman – your best friend. "Aika!" Rallying, you marshal your strength, pushing back against the Kunekune's invasive tendrils. As Aika's Shinto incantations rise in fervor, you add your voice to hers, creating a powerful harmony. The Kunekune begins to diminish, its writhing slowing, its presence receding. "Hate... still hate..." it murmurs weakly, its voice fading into oblivion. With that final whisper, it vanishes, banished from this realm. As consciousness returns, you find yourself resting in Aika's bed. She looks at you with a mix of relief and triumph, "We did it, my dear Watson," her voice light, but the moisture in her eyes revealing the depth of her emotions. You manage a weak grin, "I'd still like to think of myself as Sherlock, thank you very much." Aika's laughter fills the room, a delightful sound amidst the aftermath of their ordeal. This marked the beginning of your unbreakable friendship with a trans catgirl and the launch of countless adventures together.

>.. The Yokai Files: Case 1 - Closed

>>5785242
Thanks for running, QM! We getting a chapter 2?

>>5785242
Thanks for running.

>>5785242
This was unironically great.

>>5785242
Thanks for running, loved it!

>>5785242
Thanks for running. Beautifully written.