/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>318503

>>A Cheshire is locked out of Wonder Land and forced to adapt to life in the normal world.

This because I had thought about writing one just like this but scrapped it because I'm working on too many different things at once.

Even if this doesn't get chosen, I'm intrigued by all three and would probably read whatever- as long as it's not NTR.

>A man who's down on his luck is taken to a get-away camp by his friend. But when the night comes and the moon rises, the camp is attacked by a horde of monsters. The man has to find out the reason for this attack before sunrise or be lost forever. Halloween """horror""" story.

I like this one.

>>318514

This.

It's October, we could use a little ""horror.""

>>318503

>A Cheshire is locked out of Wonder Land and forced to adapt to life in the normal world.

I like this one the most.

Spookymas month is now, I think a horror story could be a good change of pace here.

>Life almost never goes your way, especially recently.

>It started with the lay offs, you weren't needed anymore, same for about twenty others.

>It also turns out the “love” your girlfriend had for you was very conditional. She grew distant after the lay off, then hostile, then she flat out just left.

>This took about a week.

>You needed someone to talk to, just to vent a little bit or to hear a friendly voice. So you called your parents.

>But, they were on vacation in the Bahamas.

>They were too busy having fun and relaxing to actually listen to you, so you just kind of lied and said everything was fine and “just wanted to check up”.

>You talked for about two minutes before they got called away to some other adventure.

>So now you're alone, in an apartment you can't afford, completely alone.

>You start to plan on what to do next until rent is due. Maybe you can scrounge some money and have someplace to sleep for another month?

>Or maybe you should just call it quits and set up your van so you can sleep in the back.

>But while you pondered, the buzzer rang suddenly.

>You jumped and shook your head, standing up and approaching the intercom.

>”Who is it?” You asked.

>”Hey, dude!” A familiar voice greeted you. “Lemme in, I wanna talk to you about something.”

>”It was Justin. He's been your friend since high school.

>He's not the closest friend you've ever had. But he seems to enjoy bringing you along to a lot of the events and gatherings he goes to. Crazy partying isn't really your thing, but it's the thought that counts.

>You buzz him in and walk to your front door, you can hear him jogging, almost running down the hall.

>You open the door before he arrives and he swings with a hand against the frame. He gives you a stupid smile, his hair spiked up and dyed blond, like he never left the 90s.

>”Whats up?” You asked, letting him in.

>”Alright dude, hear me out.” He started, straightening his red jacket. “Camping.”

>”Camping?” You repeated. “What, like tents and shit?”

>”No, like, you know, with cabins, and bonfires, and a dining hall, and games and shit.”

>”Like fucking summer camp?” You crossed your arms. “What are you, ten?”

>”I know it sounds lame, but a bunch of people are going!”

>”Yeah, kids.” You joke.

>”No, dude, like-” He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself from his own excitement, clearly frustrated by your act. “Like, with beer, and music, and party, and chicks and stuff!”

>”This is starting to sound like some kind of frat movie.” You told him.

>”I know, right?” He asked with a smile. “It's going to be awesome! You gotta come, bro, you can't make me go alone!”

>”So what, am I your date now?” you joked.

>”No, but I heard what happened to you and Stacy, and I thought that maybe you could just let loose and go nuts for a couple of days.” He said. “Maybe find some girl or just drink or hang out or do whatever.”

>”That's…Oddly sincere.” You stated.

>”So, whaddya say?” He asked.

>You gave it some thought. “It's uh…Only humans, right?”

>”Beats me.” He said. “Probably going to be some monsters there, but probably only the tamer ones.”

>Justin knows about your little phobia, you had it before you knew him. You still got the scar on your chest from that werecat back in elementary school… Ever since then you've always been a bit uneasy around the monster folk…

>>319089

>You watched some of the people as you passed by.

>Nothing too out of the ordinary, people drinking, eating, talking, doing something to pass the time like throw a ball around or play some kind of game.

>Others were standing around and planning little events to do, it was just like summer camp, but with more booze.

>Something caught your eye, a tail to be exact.

>A girl was sitting at the bench talking to another girl, she had long brown hair and was wearing a grey college team hoodie. Two dog-like ears sat on top of her head, and a tail gently swished behind her.

>Your heart raced, but only for a split second. You had your qaulms, but you weren't all that extremist about it.

>A kobold is a kobold, a kobold never hurt anybody.

>She didn't pay you any mind, so you didn't pay her.

>Justin led you to the cabin after getting the key from one of the event planners. He let you inside and the two of you found your rooms.

>”Remember to knock before entering, alright?” He told you. “Never know what I'm doing.”

>”Sure thing.” You shrugged. “Wouldn't want to catch you in your footie pajamas.”

>”Whats wrong with my Jammies?” He asked.

>The two of you made your way back to where the majority of the people were.

>Although people were spread all over camp by now. Doing whatever.

>”Lots of cute girls here, huh?” Justin asked you with a nudge.

>You gave a look around, some of them weren't really on the “Looker” side but most of them were pretty attractive.

>Though you didn't feel like trying to pick up anyone here…

>Justin vanished for awhile after you found a bench to sit on.

>You expected him to start mingling with the party goers, but he came back a few minutes later with two drinks.

>You talked for awhile, letting other outliers join in on your conversations.

>There was Bill, a college student who got in on a football scholarship, now playing quarterback. But he heard Justin talk about a less than mainstream video game and just kind of nudged into the conversation, finding someone else to talk to about it.

>Liam, a apprentice carpenter, was basically out here just to make friends, and politely asked if he could hang out with you guys.

>And Cassandra, someone Justin and you knew in high school, you knew she always had a crush on Justin. The three of you caught up before continuing your little party.

>You had lost track of time, it was nice to just be able to joke around and talk about things you usually cant talk about.

>The moon had been up in the sky for some time, taking it's place as the sun began to set.

>As you looked up into the twilight sky, getting first glimpse of the stars as they began to peek out, you noticed something.

>You narrowed your eyes on it and took a step forward.

>”Hey.” You called out to the others.

>”Whats up?” Justin asked in return, stepping up beside you.

>”That big black ball in the sky… What is that?”

>>319090

you have my attention

>>319090

I demand more

>>318503

What has Raziel got to do with any of this

>>319090

>The effects were slow at first.

>The sky began to fog, and what was left of the sun in the sky began to dim.

>Soon the moon became larger and brighter, and the sky began to darken until not even the stars were visible.

>It was pitch black out, with the only source of light being the side lamps of the camp itself, and who ever had a flash light or some other device on them.

>Murmurs started to spread across the camp after someone cut the music, drawing more attention to the darkness that had suddenly covered the camp.

>"Guys…What's going on?" Justin asked.

>"How the hell should I know?" You responded.

>Soon the blackness was so thick you couldn't see outside of the party, save for a few cabin lights in the distance.

>"Okay…This is really weird." Liam spoke up.

>Suddenly, the discussion was cut short.

>One of the other girls at the party started screaming, followed by a flurry of other shouts.

>"What the fuck!?" One man cried out as he was pulled to the ground by something.

>He tried to grab on to the grass before others managed to reach for his arms, holding on to his wrist as something from the shadows pulled on him.

>The thing pulling him was too powerful, and the last you heard was his screams as he was pulled into the darkness, vanishing into the distance with an echo.

>People were terrified now, expectantly. You and the rest of your group decided to stick together in the center of the party under a light.

>You saw from the corner of your eye, a confused and stumbling man be flung into the darkness, like something grabbed his shirt and pulled him away.

>Followed by another.

>Then one of the women attending the party was dragged away.

>You looked to Justin who was trying to get a hold of the authorities on his cell phone.

>"I'm not getting a reception, dude!" He shouted.

>"What, why!?" You asked. "We're not even that far away from any towers!"

>Another man was pulled into the darkness, and that this point your attackers stopped playing games.

>A flurry of humanoid figures rushed into the light, tackling party goers to the ground.

>Some were dragged away, others were mounted by the attackers.

>You could hear more screaming in the distance, other campers who were elsewhere were being attacked now.

>You managed to stop and calm down, getting a good look at the invaders. It didn't take you long to figure out what was going on.

>Slim, lithe, thick, short and tall, all different shapes and sizes. All female, all of them attacking humans, didn't matter if it was male or female.

>Some of them were on two legs, some of them had the lower bodies of spiders, others had arms resembling bird wings, swooping down from the darkness and grabbing a runaway with their talons.

>Monsters, the entire camp was being attacked by monsters.

>You felt someone tug on your shirt and instantly moved to fight back, only to realize that it was Justin.

>"We gotta go, dude!" He said, showing the keys in his hands.

>You nodded and looked to the other three that had joined your party, waving at them to follow along to Justin's car.

>You tried to make a run for it, charging into the darkness in hopes that you could escape

>But you came to a halt, almost falling to your backside once your eyes adjusted to the darkness.

>The way to the parking lot was blocked off, the gate closed and surrounded by monsters now having their way with any party goer they got their hands on.

>A large, towering monster stomped on eight, furry legs into your vision from the left. Her human-like upper torso then turned to you.

>A wicked grin cut across her face, one that made your blood run cold.

>"Other way…" You told the others. "Other way!'

>You turned back and headed deeper into the camp, doing your best to avoid any orgy that had just erupted around the camp.

>As you ran, you saw others making their escape, either finding a place to hide or taking their chances in the woods. You didn't like the latter all that much.

>After some running, you saw the cabin that Justin booked at the end of the gravel road.

>You ran ahead and opened the door, letting anyone following you inside before slamming the door closed.

>>319231

>The screaming and shouting continued for a few more minutes before the camp suddenly went dead silent.

>It was eerie, terrifying, the pitch black didn't do much to calm the pounding in your chest.

>"What the hell do we do man!?" Justin panicked.

>"I thought you had a thing for monsters?" You asked, not taking your eye off the window.

>"This is different, man! They get us and that's it! We never come back."

>"What do you mean?" You asked, finally turning to him.

>"They take you…Somewhere, I don't know, okay!? Stuff like this has happened before, monsters drag you into the dark, and you just never come back! Th-They'll eat us! Or sacrifice us or something!"

>"They're not going to eat us!" You told him, surprisingly being the voice of reason. "I may be a big pussy, but even I know monsters don't do that…"

>You stopped and looked around. "Wait a minute. Where are the others?"

>"Others?" Justin asked.

>"That Liam guy and Cassie…And- and that football guy…"

>"Bill." Justin said.

>"Yeah, that guy." You looked back outside. "They were following us, right?"

>"Y-yeah… Yeah, yeah, I know they were!"

>You cursed and flicked off the lights, drawing your cell phone out and turning on the flashlight feature.

>"Don't point any lights at the windows." You told Justin. "We need to take a look around."

>"Right…Yeah okay, I got you." Justin drew his own cellphone and pointed the light at the ground.

>You went through the cabinets, finding some batteries in the drawer in the lounge area.

>Finally, you found a real flashlight underneath the kitchen sink, a heavy duty one, large and heavy enough to cave someone's skull it. Not that you would want to.

>"Guess this'll have to do." you sigh. "You got your keys, right?"

>"Yeah they're right…" Justin suddenly froze. "Oh no… No no no no no."

>"You dropped the fucking keys, didn't you!?" You asked him.

>"It was an accident! They were in my hand and now they're not!"

>"Ffffu-.ssshit." You couldn't find the right curse. "Alright, we'll find your keys, hopefully find the other three on the way out, then drive back to town and get help. Good?"

>"Y-yeah, good."

>"Ready to go?"

>"Yeah!"

>"Really?"

>"Right behind you!" He assured.

>You paused at the door, looked towards the ground, and sighed. "You're scared shitless."

>"I can barely walk straight." He admits.

>"Are we talking panic scared or lock up scared?"

>"A little bit of both?" He tells you.

>You let out a long, drawn out sigh again.

>"Alright, look around the house, these places usually have those portable lanterns lying around. ONLY turn it on if you absolutely need to. Find a place to hide, I'll be back in a bit."

>"Are… Are you sure?" He asked.

>"I'll drawn less attention on my own." You told him. "I'll find your keys and get back here as soon as I can. I just need to retrace our steps."

>"Okay…I'll hold down the fort."

>You nod and slowly open the door, peeking out into the darkness before entering the quiet outdoors.

>>319258

>You stepped outside with an audible thud on the gravel, enough to make you tense up.

>It was warmer than before, and there was a sickeningly sweet scent of strawberry in the air.

>You had to pinch your nose for a moment, adjust to the smell. It was getting a bit hot under the collar as well. Maybe all the monsters in one area was affecting the environment?

>It was also quiet, ghostly, terrifyingly silent. After the music and good times and then the screaming and shouting, this was bone chilling to say the least.

>You thought you would at the very least hear some going on's between the monsters and their catches.

>Everything was hazy, the darkness didn't help either.

>But you could still make out a few glimpses of light in the shroud, most likely cabins that didn't get their lights turned off before the attack.

>You kept the flash light off, only turning it on every now and then for a second to look at the ground in front of you, hopefully you would find Justin's key.

>It felt like a thousand eyes were watching you, but they would have attacked if they knew you were here, right?

>Carefully, you advanced, step after step, following the same dirt road you took to get to the cabin.

>You would brush with your foot every dew steps, hoping that you would touch the keys with your foot.

>You felt something, just a plastic cup, then a dropped cellphone.

>It felt like you were entering a dangerous cave.

>Deeper, deeper , deeper, until you were only meters away from the party site.

>But this wasn't the furthest you traveled, you were almost at the parking lot before you had to turn around.

>You took another look around, something caught your eye.

>Something gleaming in the grass against the lights of the party center.

>You narrowed your eyes, those had to be the keys.

>You gulped down the lump in your throat, it was quite the distance, and you would be completely visible.

>Though at the same time, you didn't know just how much night vision monsters have. For all you knew, they were watching you right now.

>But then, you heard something. Whispering, not far off.

>You froze and looked around with your eyes.

>"Come on, dude." You heard a whisper again.

>Two men, crouched over, slowly walked into the light. One had orange, curly hair and was wearing a button top shirt, the other was wearing a beanie and a hockey hoodie.

>"It was here somewhere…" The orange haired one said, looking around. "I saw someone drop their keys here…"

>That settled it.

>You took a step forward, still crouched over, and tried to reach them with a little more audible whisper.

>"Hey…!" You hissed. "Hey…! Over here…!"

>The two froze and then looked towards you, the hoodie'd man put his hand on the other's arm before you spoke again.

>"Get out of the light…!" You hissed again. "Get over here…!"

>The orange haired man seemed to want to approach you, but something grabbed his friend by the leg.

>The hoodie'd man yelped and fell to the ground, a long strand of webbing had wrapped around his leg.

>"H-help me!" He cried out as he was slowly being dragged away.

>"Hold on, dude!" The orange haired man called out, grabbing on to his arm.

>You cursed and stood up, ready to help, but stopped yourself as a third party entered the fray.

>"Grab'em!" One yelled out.

>The orange haired man was suddenly tackled in the stomach by a short woman with a nubly tail and round, grey, fuzzy ears. He made a sound as four more identical looking girls joined in on the tackle.

>He fell to the ground and struggled, but the mouse girls all giggled as they put weight on his limbs.

>"Nice catch, sis!" One told the other.

>"What about his friend?" The third asked. "We could go two for two?"

>"Nah, don't want to make the spider-lady over there angry." The apparent leader said. "Come on, lets get him somewhere more intimate!"

>He struggled and cursed, but couldn't stop them as the lifted him by the limbs and rushed off into the dark with him, laughing and talking in an excited tone the entire time.

>You took a deep breath. "Sorry, fellas."

>Then, you rushed into the light and towards the keys. You slid across the grass and rolled to grab them, before springing back to your feet and fleeing back into the darkness.

>"Oh shit, oh shit!" You said to yourself, almost crashing into a park bench on reentry of the darkness.

>Got the keys, just need to get back to Justin.

>You hurried back, keeping off the road this time and gripping the keys like it was keeping you alive.

>Luckily, no incident on your way to the cabin, you opened the door slowly and entered.

>"Justin!" You called out, making sure no to yell. "Justin, I got them!"

>No answer.

>Your heart sank in your chest, and you began to look around. Room to room you called his name. You even got desperate and turned on your flash light a few times.

>"Justin!" You finally spoke louder.

>No answer.

>Justin was gone.

>It was just you now.

>>319338

>You sat on the couch in the dark lounge and wiped your hand through your hair.

>Where the hell did he go? Did something get in and catch him?

>Or did he panic and run off to find you?

>Either way, you're on your own now.

>But…You can't just leave.

>Justin is your oldest friend.

>Sure he's hyperactive, and can be annoying at times, but he's always had your back.

>…You should have his.

>You needed a plan, the camp was huge.

>It wouldn't be out of place replacing camp crystal lake in some Friday the 13th movie.

>First, you needed a map. You didn't want to get lost.

>There were street signs on the road between cabin and activity areas, so you could go by landmarks.

>If Justin was captured, then they must have taken him some place more secluded. The monsters didn't waste time making off with their catches when this all started.

>And the others…Liam, Bill, and Cassie. If they were still around, then you couldn't just leave them out here.

>You met Liam and Bill today, but you want to believe they'd do the same for you…

>If there were any maps around, they would be at the main office…

>But is it safe there? Or was it turned to some sort of base by the monsters?

>…Only one way to find out.

>You once again braved the terrible dark.

>If the silence was terrifying before, now it was just foreboding. Something changed in the air again…

>You remembered where the office was, it wasn't far.

>Low you crept, keeping your head down and making sure to dodge the lamp posts and any other kind of illumination.

>Flashlight was just for emergencies, if you just followed the trails and lights, you should be fine.

>The cabin a few meters away had it's lights on, you looked inside on the way past, nobody was there, not even a sound.

>You continued down the trail unopposed until you found your destination.

>There was a single light inside from the back room window, but it shut off a minute later.

>"That can't be good." You told yourself.

>Front door may not be a good idea. So instead you moved around the building.

>You begged for there to be a back door, and lucky for you, there was.

>You crept in slowly, letting your eyes adjust to the total darkness.

>It was a hallway, one door leading to the front, and another leading to what you thought would be an office.

>The room that the light came from was at the end of the hall, so you did your best to avoid that.

>The front would have camp brochures, and most likely a map, if they didn't clean it out before abandoning it that is.

>So you entered the visiting center and began to look through the shelves, using the light from your phone to see what you were looking at.

>Event planners, agendas, nothing actually useful…

>Wait, hold on!

>A map!

>You sighed with relief and folded it into your pocket. Time to get out of here…

>But as you crouched back down, you felt a presence behind you.

>And before you could react, something muffled your mouth and pulled you downwards.

>>319349

>You struggled against the grip, a fur covered paw pressed it's pads against your mouth and something held you close to it's chest.

>But you managed to pry yourself from the grip and swung around, shining your flashlight on your attacker.

>It was the Kobold from the party!? She yelped and covered her eyes.

>"You!?" You whispered.

>"Shh- ssssshhhh!" She pressed a claw against her mouth and hushed you. "Turn that off!"

>You don't know why, but you complied with her request.

>"What the hell is going on? Do you have anything to do with this?" You asked her.

>"No! No way!" She protested with a struggled whimper.

>You got a good look at her face with the flashlight before you turned it off, her face was flushed, and her breath was labored.

>The changes must be having a different effect on her than on you.

>"They're still looking for campers…" She whispered, hopping on her crouch a bit closer to you. "You need to hide!"

>"What the hell are they doing?" You asked.

>"They're looking for husbands…" She told you. "They're a bit…Archaic in their approach, but to them they're having fun. It's like a hunt."

>"And that black ball in the sky?"

>"I-it's called dark matter." She explained. "I didn't think they were real, but they help cut off places for a hunt…"

>The kobold's ears raised and she looked over the counter. "Y-you need to be quiet!"

>"wh-" You were suddenly cut off by the sound of the front door opening, followed by the thud of a few foot steps.

>"I thought I saw a light in here…" One of the voices said.

>"Sure you're not just getting excited?" another voice asked. "You haven't found a mate yet, and time's running out."

>"Better safe than sorry!" The first voice growled, then sniffed in the air. "I…Smell something."

>The kobold gulped and then looked to you before shushing you again and standing up.

>"H-hey!" She called out.

>"Oh look, it's the college girl again." the first voice said. "Found yourself a boy yet?"

"N-No, but I saw one not to long ago. I thought I could corner him in here, but he got out the back door."

>"Really, where'd he go?"

>"Come on, I'll show you!"

>The kobold ran off, and the other two seemed to follow her. You looked over the counter when you heard the front door slam, seeing the three in a street light before they vanished into the darkness. The other two looked like her, only with less fluff and seemingly more feral looking. Werewolves?

>You sighed in relief and made sure to go the opposite direction than them, going in the hall and finding entering the office. There were no windows, perfect.

>You shut the door and turned on the flashlight, finding your location on the map first.

>There were more than two dozen cabins across the entire camp, you didn't have time to go through all of them…

>Where would others be hiding? Off the beaten path most likely, if all of the buildings hadn't already been raided…

>You nodded to yourself and turned off the flash light, engulfing yourself in darkness again before heading back outside.

Proceed.

>>319353

>As time went on, you felt more comfortable in the dark.

>It was almost like you could see through the fog, and you knew when to hide and when you could move freely.

>You heard a scream in the distance, someone else just got caught…

>You wonder if anyone got out, and if they went for help yet.

>There hasn't been any sign of life for a bit.

>You saw someone else earlier, they seemed to have seen you as well.

>But they ran off into the dark, maybe they didn't think there was strength in numbers.

>Smart move…

>You hoped Justin was okay.

>Then you put your hand to your stomach and took a knee.

>The pain was almost unbearable, like you hadn't eaten in weeks.

>But you ate not that long ago…

>It had to be the fog, that strange smell that lingered, it was doing something to you.

>Your stomach growled loudly, enough to give your position away if anyone heard it.

>You had to move…You needed to eat.

>You crouched to the edge of a light projected by a street lamp and tilted the map just enough so you could read it.

>There was a cafeteria not far from here. Justin said something about food being served, right?

>All the utilities would be there, so that's probably where they put the food as well.

>You folded the map and made your way in that direction.

>The pain was atrocious now, and your stomach was getting louder.

>It had to be some kind of strategy, and there was probably someone waiting at the cafeteria for it to take effect.

>Still…You needed something.

>You went in through a window this time, avoiding both the front and back door.

>By now your eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, and you had a much easier time seeing in the dark.

>You took every corner slowly, cursing yourself every step that made even the slightest creak.

>There was catering at this event, much to your relief. Mostly junky food like Pancakes, bacon, burners, fries, whatever.

>You took a handful of the potatoes and scarfed them down, washing it down with one of the bottles lined at the end of the table, you couldn't read the label but it seemed to grabbed some kind of peach iced tea.

>You almost choked when you heard the sudden coughing coming from behind you.

>You flung around and pressed your back against the buffet, trying to scan through the darkness.

>"Who's there!?" You called in a hushed voice.

>"H-hey…It's me."

>You knew that voice.

>"Cassie?" You took a few steps forward.

>"Y-yeah."

>"Christ, it's good to hear you." You followed her voice and crouched down.

>"Do…Do you have a light or something?"

>"Yeah…Yeah, yeah hold on." You nodded, drawing your flash light.

>"We shouldn't have this on for long, though."

>You turn on the light and raise it so you can see her.

>Something was wrong…

>Her breaths were heavy, and her eyes were a different color. Her hazel eyes were turning a more bright yellow, it was almost like they were glowing.

>her teeth were a bit longer, and you could swear you saw extra hair from under her collar.

>"Are you…Okay?" You asked.

>"Yeah, yeah, fine." She said. "But one of those monsters…Kind of bit me awhile ago."

>"What? When?" You asked. "Where the hell did you go?"

>"I don't know…I panicked and ran to hide… When I tried to make a run for it, I got tackled and bit on the arm… But I got away…I think she let me go."

>"Alright, we're going to find the others, then we're going to get you help."

>"Hey…" Cassandra took another deep breath.

>She took you by the wrist and led your hand to her cheek. She used her other hand to press your palm against her skin as she looked deep into your eyes with a wide smile.

>"Did I ever tell you that you're kind of cute?" She asked.

>>319853

FUG!

>>319853

"Uh—Uhhh." You gulped.

>Cassandra giggled and gave your wrist a gentle kiss.

>"I…" You had to gulp again. "I thought you liked Justin."

>"That was so long ago." She said with a heaving chest.

>Cassandra crawled forward, forcing you to inch backwards.

>"Girls grow up, you know."

>You slipped on your back and dropped your flashlight, you noticed now that her eyes began to glow in the dark.

>"You don't know what you want when you're younger." She tells you, now crawling on all fours.

>"Cassie…" You tried to find the right words, to maybe calm her down.

>"Come on, the night is still young." She told you, now crawling on top of you. "We have a lot of time to catch up, and a lot of time to have fun.~"

>"Cassie, this isn't you." you tried to talk her down. "You aren't thinking straight.

>She pouted and sat down, planting the weight of her bottom firmly on your pelvis. You wheezed as you felt her weight suddenly drop on you.

>"Maybe this is the real me. Maybe I finally know what I want." She tells you, trailing her finger across your chest.

>You saw that it was changing, her fingers were changing shape, and there was a sort of fur sprouting around her hands.

>You took a deep breath and looked up at her, noticing her hair had started to grow, and two bumps began to take shape on top of her head.

>"W-what bit you?" You asked.

>"I think it was one of those dog girls." She told you. "I kind of like it. It feels nice…"

>Her voice was sultry, but desperate, you now knew that she contracted lycanthropy. She was quickly turning into a werewolf, and the fog probably wasn't helping.

>"We could always find a nice room." She whispered as she leaned in. "Get more comfortable.

>You tried to move away, but her now-claws suddenly pinned you down. You felt her breath against your ear, followed by a gentle bite on the lobe, which sent a shock down your spine.

>She began to whine now, you noticed something was wagging eagerly behind her, the tail had set in.

>"Please…" She whispered to you in a raspy tone. "Just kiss me…"

>"Cassie, you need to control yourself!" You told her, struggling under her grip.

>"Kiss me, please." She said again, pressing her lips against yours.

>Your eyes widened and you stopped struggling. You felt your lips part as she slipped her tongue into your mouth. Her tongue gently wrestled with yours as she began to moan.

>You felt sick, not from her advances, but from something else. Something was clawing its way into your body with each of her movement. Her grinding against you, her kiss, the way she began to lock her fingers with you. Something was clawing into you, the taste of strawberry was sickening, and made you want to vomit.

>With one, desperate move, you threw her off. She yelped as she rolled across the ground, and you wasted no time getting to your feet and rushing out the front door.

>"Heeeeeyyy, come baaaaaack!" You heard her whine.

>She gave chase, but she didn't seem to be use to her new form.

>She slipped and fumbled over her new feet and legs, rolling to the ground on several occasions.

>You however…Weren't doing much better.

>Your voice was raspy, your lungs burned even after only a few seconds of running, it was like you had just ran a marathon.

>You gulped and came to an almost complete stop, only being able to take a few more steps.

>Then something grabbed you, and pushed you against the wall.

>It lifted you a moment later, with claws underneath your arms.

>"What do we have here?" An unfamiliar voice asked. "Still have some prey on the loose, I see.~"

>A woman of light green skin, with the lower body of a large spider covered in fur, each leg was like a talon.

>She looked at you with one eye, the other was covered by some kind of sash. She gave you a familiar wicked grin.

>"Hey! H-he's mine!" You heard Cassie complain.

>"Finders keepers." The Ushi-Oni told her. "Try again, newbie."

>As they argued, a rock suddenly bounced harmlessly off the Ushi-Oni's horn. She turned her head in the direction of the rock.

>"Hey pretty ladies!" Justin called out from the bushes. "This way! Whats the fun if there's no hunt!"

>The Ushi-Oni narrowed her eyes on him and then dropped you, rushing off at an alarming speed. Justin winced in surprise, but quickly turned around and began to run.

>Cassie, seemingly challenged by the Ushi-Oni, gave you one look and bit her lip, but decided to give chase to Justin as well, leaving you huddled up against the wall…

>>319858

"Justin…!" You wheezed, crawling on all fours and reaching in the direction they ran off in, crawling on to the road. "Jus-…Tin…"

>You felt a sudden pressure in your chest, it let up to your throat and send tingles through your jaw.

>You choked and gagged, then vomited underneath a street light.

>It was a thick, pink goo, and it wouldn't stop regurgitating from you.

>You endured, and finally, emptied your stomach of the content.

>You gasped for air and rolled to your side.

>"What the fuck is that!?" You asked yourself, forcing yourself to get on your knees.

>You didn't want to touch it, but it didn't seem to stink like the air did.

>Either way, you felt better, and your strength was slowly returning to you.

>You couldn't stay here… Who knows what kind of attention that fiasco just attracted.

>You found the strength to stand on your feet, and you fumbled your way back into the darkness.

>You needed distance, at least from that location, so you moved quickly across a field.

>Your flashlight was back at the cafeteria, too risky to try and get it now…

>You were in unfamiliar territory now, completely distant from your original location and the cabin you had "stayed" at earlier.

>Deeper into the camp.

>More cabins, more hiding spaces…

>…More ambush locations.

>But maybe you'll find others.

>Or maybe some way to stop all this.

>You didn't see yourself as the hero of this situation.

>You aren't all that heroic to begin with.

>But all things considered, it may just be up to you now…

This is good. Really good, actually.

>>319863

You ain't wrong, I'm just starting to write and its cuz of cool shit like this

>>319859

>Your trek was cut short again.

>Suddenly short on breath, you had to find a place to rest.

>You would usually be good to go for quite some time, but the air and the fog was driving you crazy.

>You leaned against the wall of a cabin and took in a deep breath.

>Your skin was hot, and each breath sent a tingle through your system.

>There was a warmth in your chest now, and an excited beating in your heart.

>It was almost unbearable.

>As you caught your breath, you noticed something on the road.

>You heard it before you saw it, the clopping of hooves against the dirt.

>A tall woman with horns stepped into the street light, she wore rather revealing leather that left little to the imagination.

>She was muscular, muscular to a point that you actually almost felt insecure. Her hair was an almond color and shoulder length, a small scar was cut across her cheek.

>A by the books Minotaur if you've ever seen one…

>She appeared to be waiting for somebody.

>You held still and did your best to control your breathing, she didn't seem to notice you.

>A minute later, another entered the scene, this time from the sky.

>She floated gracefully to the ground, her black wings fluttering very little while she touched the ground by the toe of the left foot.

>Her skin was a pleasant blue, and much like the Minotaur, her outfit only covered the bare essentials.

>Her hair was a dark violet, and flowed far down to her backside. She had the wings like something from hell, and wore a pair of essentric gloves that stretched up her arm, as well as a pair of matching shoes, with thigh highs that hugged tightly against her perfect skin. A demons tail waved elegantly behind her.

>You got a good look at her face as she landed, her ears were long and pointed, and her eyes were a deep red surrounded by black sclera.

>Even with her inhuman features, she was beautiful. Gorgeous enough to make your heart skip a beat.

>"Hey, boss." The Minotaur greeted her.

>"So..?" The demon woman asked. "How goes the hunt?"

"Still have a few stragglers." She sighed. "Our eight legged friend and the new girl almost caught two of them not too long ago. But they got away."

>"Yuno let two escape now?" The demon asked in disbelief. "My my, she must be slipping."

>"Yeah well, you know how she is." The Minotaur stretched. "Likes to play with her food…"

>"Either way, we're almost done here." The Demon stated. "Find the rest, and we'll get on with it."

>"Got it." The Minotaur smiled.

>Without another word, the Demon lifted from the ground again and vanished into the dark.

>The Minotaur began walking down the road in your direction. You hugged the wall as she passed, luckily she didn't hear you…

>There are others they haven't caught yet?

>Guess it's time to take a look around.

>>319970

>You gained some more distance after some time.

>Down the road you noticed numerous lights in the distance.

>At first you thought it was just more cabins that left the lights on, but you then realize the silhouettes of people moving inside as you got close.

>It was one of the larger cabins, perhaps a cabin for the groundskeepers or the owner of the camp ground?

>You managed to crawl to the wall under a window and peak up into the cabin.

>Right away you spotted someone, another human.

>He seemed to be bumbling aimlessly back and forth.

>You recognize that shirt and pants, but wasn't sure until he turned his head.

>It was Liam, his hands in his pockets and a dazed look on his face.

>You muttered his name to yourself and crawled towards the door, opening it slowly and squeezing inside.

>You ran to him and grabbed him by the shoulders.

>"Liam…!" You whispered. "Liam, you alright, man?"

>"Huh….Wuah?" He looked at you before a smile came across his face. "Oh, hey buddy. Nice to see you're still kicking."

>"Jesus, Liam. What the hell happened?"

>"I got grabbed on the way back to your cabin." He explained with a tired voice. "Next thing I knew I was here with a bird-lady… And now my groin is sore."

>"Where the hell is everyone else? There was more than a hundred people here before."

>"Oh they uh…Got dragged away." Liam pointed to the door. "I saw them getting taken towards the Dark Matter."

>"What the hell are they doing there!?" You asked.

>"I think the monster like it… It's like a uh…Aphrodisiac the closer you get. Some monsters didn't want to make the trip though, so there's a little bit of hanky panky going on around the camp."

>"What the hell is this even about?" You asked yourself.

>"I think they may have planned this event." Liam told you. "I hear its hard to summon dark matter in the first place."

>He sat down and sighed loudly, he looked a wreck, completely exhausted and dazed.

>"I think they're trying to make a uh…Whats it called, a demon realm."

>You stopped at his words. The realization hit you like a brick. The fog, the scent, turning women into monsters, the demon you saw earlier.

>"We're…We're not getting out of here." You said.

>"Probably not…" Liam answered. "Oh yeah, right."

>"Oh yeah, right?" You repeated his words.

>"Bill is upstairs." He pointed weakly.

>"…What?"

>"I think they're taking a break, the spirit is willing but the flesh notsomuch, right?"

>As soon as he finished his sentenced, a loud pounding was heard from upstairs.

>You jumped at the sound and then looked back to Liam.

>"There they go." He sighs.

>You take a deep breath and then begin to slowly make your way up the stairs.

>You follow the sound, and what sounds like Bill having the life sucked out of him.

>You turned the corner into a bedroom and saw them, Bill on the bed, weakly grasping at the mattress, completely naked.

>A monster was riding on top of him, holding him down with her giant paws. her skin was charcoal black, and her wolf ears rose when she heard the floor creek.

>She turned her head and glared at you with demonic eyes that matched the demon you saw earlier. Her tail began to wag and she gave you a large, fanged grin.

>"Wait your turn." She teased before going back to her business.

>You stepped away from the door and turned back towards the stairs, if you couldn't help Bill you could at least help Liam.

>But when you turned towards the stairs, you were greeted by the sight of a monster already in mid leap.

>You felt an impact on your chest, it forced you a few steps back, further down the hall and past Bill's room, almost hitting your head on the back wall before falling over.

>>320051

>You groaned and rubbed your neck.

>As you did so, your attacker positioned herself on top of you. She stopped herself and then began to sniff.

>You opened your eyes to a familiar looking werecat, with dark blond hair, a short jeans jacket, and a white front knot shirt as well as a pair of denim shorts.

>She sniffed you curiously until her ears raised and she looked at you with a smile. "Oh hey, it's you!"

>"N-Natalie!?" You said.

>She didn't change much growing up, save for the obvious.

>You remembered her back from elementary school.

>She tried to bully you and steal your lunch, but you got mad and fought back.

>In a panic, Natalie swiped her claws across your chest, cutting deep into your skin.

>It was clearly an accident, but Natalie switched schools regardless, to avoid obvious conflict.

>"I haven't seen you in years!" She commented.

>"Y…Yeah, same to you."

>"Small world, huh? Meeting each other here."

>"I guess…" You gulp.

>"Oh, that's right, you still have a scar from that day, don't you?"

>"…It's uh…It's permanent."

>Her ears lowered. "Well…I didn't mean to actually hurt you…"

>Suddenly, she lit up again. "Hey, I know what will make it up to you!"

>She lowered herself, a bright smile on her face and a glow in her eyes. "We should have sex!"

>You froze. "Uh…"

>"Think of it like a reunion present." she giggled.

>"Look, Natalie." you raised your hands to tell her to slow down. "I-I- I don't know, I just had a break up, I don't think I'm in the mood…"

>"Ooohh." She purred, sliding down your legs."Well your little friend says otherwise."

>Natalie unzipped your jeans and pulled them down partways. You looked in shock as your member suddenly sprang up, more rigid and solid than you ever seen it.

>"W-what the hell!?" You asked in disbelief.

>"You didn't even notice, did you?" She teased. "But don't worry, I can help you get over your break up.~"

>You began to scramble, but Natalie placed a paw on your stomach.

>She slowly began to push your shirt upwards, exposing your bare chest to her.

>Natalie looked at your scars and frowned, but then prepositioned herself and gently licked them.

>her tongue was rough but not unwelcoming, gently grazing against your skin.

>At the same time, you felt her paw wrap around your shaft, gently stroking it before she scooted down further.

>She dragged her tongue along the base, sending a jolt of sensation through your body.

>"I'm sure you can forgive me after this." She giggled as she licked it again.

>She then sat up straight and pulled off her jacket, teasingly dropping it to the floor beside you before undoing the knot in the front of her shirt.

>Your eyes widened when she revealed her breasts to you, her eye contact not breaking as she pulled off her shirt.

>"Do you like them?" She asked. "I'm quite proud of them myself."

>Before you could answer, Natalie got straight back to work, and once again licked your twitching rod.

>After the fourth lick she took it in her mouth and allowed hilted it, closing her eyes as she began to move up and down your shaft.

>You bit your lower lip and tried to struggle, but your body refused you, rather accepting her advances than doing what your brain told it to do.

>She continued for a good minute, but it felt like an eternity. It was like there were a million fireworks exploding under your skin.

>All you could do was take deep breaths, until she finally released her mouth's grip on you, sucking the tip as she let go.

>"How was that?" She asked, stroking you again. "I'm surprised you didn't cum, the dark energy must be really working it's magic on you."

>She stood up and slowly bulled off her shorts, her panties were now drenched in juice.

>"Now we can get to the real fun…" She purred. "And you'll be mine forever~"

>You weren't able to fight back, your body wouldn't allow it. You tasted that strange strawberry again, only this time it was more welcoming than intrusive.

>She began to mount you and position her dripping sex over yours, purring and licking her lips, her eyes were now glowing a dark pink, and her tail wiggled excitedly.

>But suddenly, your senses were intruded upon by a new force. You closed your eyes and flinched as the hall was suddenly filled with a bright light and a loud noise.

>"Kyaaa!" Natalie screamed, covering her cat ears and standing up, trying to escape the sudden noise.

>Someone grabbed your arm and pulled you from the ground.

>"Pull your pants up, son. You aint defeated yet." A voice commanded.

>You somehow found the power to do so while you were dragged away from the cabin.

>>320067

>You didn't pass out, or black out or anything like that. You just don't realize how you got where you are.

>The man that saved you started an electric lantern sitting on the table.

>He was an older man, with a thick mustache and a trucker hat, as well as a pair of overalls over his checkered shirt.

>"What…What the hell?" You asked.

>"Oh good, you can still talk." He said with a southern twang to his voice.

>"What was that? Who are you?"

>"Name's Larry." He introduced himself. "I was hired for the event."

>"For what?"

>"I'm the one who made sure everything was workin' properly before you all showed up." He explained. "Lady on the phone was really polite about the whole thing."

>"Lady on the phone? Who hired you." You asked while trying to shake the fog out of your head.

>"Said her name was Lidia." He explained. "Only talked over the phone. Offered twenty an hour as well as free board and free food. Now an old man like me aint gonna say no to that."

>Larry lifted a kettle over a fire he had going in the corner, he poured a cup and handed it to you. "Drink that, it'll help you think."

>You took it and gave it a hesitant sip. It tasted like green tea but with a hint of something very bitter, bitter enough to make you wince.

>"I know, tastes like shit. But drink the cup anyway."

>"What the hell is this?" You asked, enduring another sip.

>"It's called Grit." he explained. "One of my friends made it a few years back, helps with the symptoms of dark matter."

>"Wait, you've been through this before?"

>"Sure have." He confirmed. "I don't think our friend Lidia knew that, though. Probably expected me to get caught like the others."

>"So what you're saying is, this was set up by this Lidia?"

>"I think the plan was to get as many humans in one place to power the dark matter." Larry explained. "The more they uh… You know, the stronger it gets. Soon the entire county is going to be covered in the fog, and it'll be perfect for turning into a demon realm."

>"What the hell do we do then?" You asked.

>"It was my friend Louis that managed to stop the transformation back in 1984." He explained. "A demon was the one that summoned the dark matter. Louis…Well…Defeated the demon, and forced her to submit. Once she submits, the dark matter will begin to lose power."

>"So I have to find the demon from earlier…And force her to surrender." You said.

>"Well, someone has to… And I'm not really up for it…"

>"How do I even do that?" you ask. "Wont the Dark matter just mess me up the closer I get?"

>"That's what the grit was for." He said, pointing at the drink.

>You noticed you actually drank most of it. That strawberry scent and taste had left your mouth and nose, and the burning in your chest ceased, you felt normal, or as normal as you usually feel.

>"You should be immune to the effects for some time." Larry explained. "Once she submits to you, then you can put an end to this nightmare."

>"But how do I do that?" You ask.

>"You…Well… Y'know." he sighed. "uh…Go for the tail. Louis once told me that's their weakness…"

>"go for the…Oh." You took a deep breath. "That's what you mean…"

>"I'm going to see if I can find more stragglers." Larry said as he went towards the stairs leading to cellar doors. "Leave when you're ready."

>You waited there for some time after Larry left.

>You found the strength and determination inside you to do what only you could do at this point.

>You're going to nail a demon…

>>320077

>"It's called Grit." he explained.

What a kickass name

>>320202

They seem to be KC standard aka boning is like the first date that you use to figure out if the man is right for you, and then monogamous after you find that right man. After all, there's no way every mg's gonna land her soul mate on the first try.

And if you really can't get over it, it gives you more reason to root for the MC to stop this demonization of his home.

>>320077

>It was a long and terrible night.

>Your body felt like you were chewed up and spit out.

>But you were determined now, and your mind was clear, liberated from the fog.

>You didn't know where Larry went, but he probably went deeper into the camp.

>You had to go in the other direction, towards the moon.

>It was the last direction you saw the dark matter, and hopefully the master of it.

>You moved at a quicker pace that you usually did. No longer second guessing every move and having to deal with your body working against you.

>You crossed from one dirt road to another from between the cabins.

>Then another.

>And finally another.

>You were at the edge of the camp now.

>You looked to your right first, making sure no one was coming down the road.

>Then to your left, and this is where you paused.

>There were two people sitting on the bench at the end of the road, in the cul-de-sac in front of three cabins.

>You narrowed your eyes, and curiously approached the two.

>Then you stopped again.

>"…Justin?"

>Justin was sitting on the bench, stroking the hair of a girl that was nuzzled up against him.

>Her eyes were closed, fast asleep, but she looked visibly distraught…

>It was Cassandra, resting her head on Justin's chest. She shivered and smiled every time he petted her ears.

>"Hey man…" He looked at you with a sad, tired smile.

>"It's good to see you're okay." You told him.

>"Yeah…" He chuckled. "She caught me first…The Ushi-Oni was mad as hell, but rules are rules, I guess."

>You took a closer look at him under the street light, he looked almost sick, tired, every movement of his hands was filled with aching muscles and strain.

>"It's funny, though." He said. "I always knew she had a thing for me…"

>You remained silent.

>"But I always told myself I was afraid of commitment, I was this big lone wolf bad ass that was too much for one relationship…"

>He looked away. "I was so stupid… I was holding out for this magical soul mate that was perfect in every single way, this image in my mind of a woman that didn't exist."

>Still. You didn't say a word.

>"Naive and childish…" Justin laughed again. "Hey, want to hear something I noticed?"

>"Sure." You humored him.

>Justin gently squeezed her paw. "She still has that scar on the back of her hand. The fur didn't even grow there…I always thought that would heal when you get transformed, like a cool comic book healing factor or something."

>"I don't think you can do something about scars. Even if you were suddenly an X-men." You joked.

>"Probably." Justin took a deep, labored breath. "I thought that was it when she caught me, y'know?"

>You returned to remaining silent.

>"But she just wants to go home as well…The fog's probably spread into town by now as well…"

>You looked away and then took a deep breath.

>"I'm going to get us out of here." You told him. "Just give me a little bit of time. Believe me…"

>Justin looked at you and did his best to give you his usual, genuine smile. "I believe you, man."

>"Just wait a little bit longer." You told him. "I'll be back for both of you when this is done…"

>You turned around and went back to your path, standing in front of the last row of cabins. You looked to your left one last time, Justin had gone back to just petting Cassandra's head and ears.

>The grit was still doing it's job.

>So you marched forward, into the bushes and the trees behind them.

>Where the shroud is the thickest and the night is the darkest…

>>320271

>The flashlight did little to part the darkness.

>You soon decided that it would be best to continue without it, as to not give your position away.

>You had to grope with your hand, using the trees you touched as a guide to move forward.

>You continued onward, a noise in the distance becoming more and more audible.

>The sound was a like a buzz at first, but then you got closer and closer and it became more clear.

>The sound of moaning, wailing, giggling, grunting, what have you.

>You almost regretted drinking the grit earlier now, the smell was very, very noticeable.

>"Like a fucking fish market…" you complained to yourself, covering your nose.

>you finally pushed through another series of bushes, finally coming face to face with the event.

>A bonfire lit the area, a grassy field filled with both monsters and campers.

>To call it an orgy would be an understatement. Romans would have killed to get in on this…

>Everyone was separated from each other, enough space to have their way with the husband they had chosen.

>You tried not to look, but curiosity got the better of you.

>You recognized a few people in it all. The man that was dragged off by the weremice earlier was now covered in them.

>The ushi-oni that had caught you earlier seemed to have found her own mate, another man you didn't recognize.

>Even the Minotaur you saw before was currently on her back with a man between her legs.

>You tried not to breath it in, they must either not smell it or just not care.

>You didn't even want to know why the grass was so slick…

>But you noticed something behind the bonfire, something that you somehow didn't notice before.

>A house, two stories high and about six rooms across. It was made of stone and had two large doors in the front. There's no way that was here before…

>And above the home was a large, black orb, dripping with darkness. The Dark Matter hung ominously overhead.

>Finally, you mustered the courage, and entered the orgy that was fueling it's power…

>You tried not to interrupt anyone. Doing your best to weave around the sex that was going on under your feet.

>Only once so far have you had to step over a couple.

>You're halfway past it all now, standing near the bonfire.

>It was only now you noticed someone else was walking through the orgy.

>It was the Kobold that saved you earlier. She was looking around, making sure not to step on everyone.

>She saw you soon after and stopped in her track, her ears standing on end and her tail straightening out.

>You awkwardly waved at her.

>She only remained still for a moment later before entering a full sprint.

>That wasn't to come say hi to you…

>Your heart started pounding, no more time to lose.

>You began to run, doing your best not to trip or slip into the grass.

>The kobold, however, was much faster than you, unsurprising.

>She leaped at you and wrapped her arms and legs around your chest and stomach.

>Already in full sprint yourself, you fell to the ground and almost crashed into another couple. Unfortunate…

>She was whimpering and tightening her grip on you. But luckily she was very light.

>You returned to your feet and continued to run to the manor, even with the girl on your back.

>When you finally reached the front door, you began to pry her grip off of you.

>You managed to fling her off, but she landed on her feet and attacked again.

>She pressed herself against you and tried to kiss you on the lips, now panting desperately for your affection.

>You managed to push her off a second time and go for the doors.

>Luckily, they were unlocked, and you could get inside, slamming the door before the Kobold could come in after you.

>You could hear her pawing at the door as you locked them, sighing in relief before turning towards the inside.

>It was…Much bigger inside than out. Like it a mansion with a great hall and everything.

>She was in here…You could feel it. Or at least you thought you felt it.

>But where would a demon be hanging out in a manor like this?

>You had a few ideas…

>>320218

That's not the KC standard

The KC standard is

>decide whether they fancy a man by looks

>if so, continue

>ensue rape

>marry

Not

>rape

>decide whether you fancy them

>if so, marry

>>320281

>The walls of the manor were lined with lit candles.

>You turned around and looked out one of the windows.

>There was no sign of the bonfire or the orgy. Instead you saw a tranquil forest, gently breathing with the wind.

>You knew that was impossible, but honestly so was the inside of this manor.

>You sighed and pulled off your shirt, it was sticky and slicked every since you fell on the grass.

>You threw it across the room with disgust.

>But being shirtless in a monster's home wasn't really the most comfortable option. Or it was, depending on how you looked at it.

>You mustered the courage to move forward, and began searching the house for any signs of life.

>Every room on the first floor was deathly silent, only the furniture was there to keep you company.

>While going through each room, you found a bathroom with a shower.

>Curious, you turned the nobs on the sink. It did produce water.

>You were careful, not that the water was tainted by some kind of monster magic.

>But surprisingly, it seemed pure. It had no strange smell and what little you tasted seemed alright.

>You took a step back and then looked out the door.

>Left and right…No one was there, no one seemed to be coming.

>You smelt awful, between the sweat, the vomiting, and the encounters, you could smell yourself, and you didn't like it.

>Quickly, you undressed, it was a stupid, risky idea, but you couldn't really tolerate it anymore.

>But still, you ducked under the warm water of the shower, stepping into the tub and washing yourself over.

>You didn't want to use the shampoo, but you still did out of sheer instinct. After you were done you assaulted your hair with the towel on the rack and threw your pants back on.

>No sign of anyone, you're in the clear.

>With the first floor being a ghost town, you moved on to the second floor.

>At the top of the stairs you met a window, also leading out to a tranquil forest.

>You looked to your left, seven doors, three on each side and one at the end of the hall.

>But to your right was only one room and a double door leading to it.

>There was a symbol on the left door, a heraldry of some sort. Two wings with an eye in the center.

>You put your hand on the door, but you feared what might be on the other side.

>"You may enter." A voice stated from the other side.

>You jumped, and then stood in place, your hand still on the knob.

>"Well?" The voice asked. "Are you going to keep a lady waiting?"

>You took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping into a large bed room.

>The walls were lined with heirlooms and other antiques, and the largest bed you've ever seen sat on the wall in the center of the room.

>To the left of the bed was a wicker chair. A woman sat in the chair.

>She gazed at you with her black and red eyes, her legs were crossed and she was wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She had a glass of wine in her hand and a smile on her face.

>"So." She started. "Was that you in my shower?"

>"Yeah." You confirmed. "Sorry about that…"

>You took another step into the room and closed the door behind you. "I take it you're Lidia?"

>"In the flesh." She said, drinking from her glass before looking you up and down. "Where…Where's your shirt?"

>"Oh, it was kind of gross." you admitted. "Not much more comfortable, but I'd rather not wear it."

>You stepped further into the room, trying to close the gap a little between you and her.

>"So what now?" She asked, uncrossing her legs and standing from her seat. "Going to slay the evil demon?"

>"Why are you doing this?" You asked.

>"Why not?" She asked in return. "A lot of my girls tried it the human way, it didn't work out. And even then authorities are always breathing down our necks. So why not just make a little world for ourselves? This entire area will be absorbed into the demon world in a day or so anyways. Everyone'll just vanish without a trace."

>Lidia stretched, you saw the wings flutter under her robe. With a yawn and a sigh, she looked at you again.

>"So, what now?" She asked. "Not content with the other girls, had to go for the cherry on top?"

>"You need to stop this." You told her. "This isn't right."

>"Oh, do I now?" Lidia asked with a annoyed sigh, she turned to you with crossed arms. "And why is that?"

>"These people have homes to go back to, lives to live."

>>320580

>"And what of my people? What with all the laws and stigmas, do you think we would go this far if it was easy for us?"

>"And this is the way to do it?" You shrugged. "By proving them right?"

>Lidia paused, she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. The red of her eyes slowly began to glow as she narrowed them on you.

>"I've had enough of this." She told you, raising her fingers and beckoning you towards her. "Lets put you to good use."

>The tips of her fingers glowed, like she was casting a spell, but you didn't feel anything.

>Lidia furrowed her brow and tried again. No effect.

>You awkwardly looked around the room, and watched as the demon got more and more frustrated.

>"Why!?" She asked with an almost adorable stomp. "You should be on your knees and at my feet already."

>"Oh, that has something to do with the fog?" You coughed. "I uh…Drank something, fog doesn't really do anything for a bit…"

>Lidia became more and more frustrated, she lowered her hand and sighed.

>"Fine then." She said, raising her hand again, a dark purple orb began to form in her palm. "There are other ways to get what I want…"

>And as the orb began to grow larger and larger. You made your move and charged.

>Lidia yelped as you tackled her, wrapping your arms around her waist and lifting her from the ground.

>The orb she had created flew from her hands and splashed harmlessly against the door you had entered, turning into a mist and vanishing in a few seconds.

>The two of you landed on the bed behind her with a grunt of force,

>"Let go of me!" She shouted, trying to raise her hand and hit you with another orb.

>But you managed to grab her by the wrist and force it back against the bed.

>"Not so tough now without your magic, are you?" You asked.

>Lidia suddenly lifted her elbow and caught you by surprise, twisting her body and forcing you off her.

>You fell on to the bed while Lidia mounted you, pinning you down to the bed with a grin.

>"Don't get too full of yourself." She told you.

>You began to push against her, lifting your arms despite her pinning. once you freed yourself, you wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down.

>This exchange continued.

>The two of you took turns throwing the other around.

>Until finally you had got her by the shoulders.

>Lidia fidgeted under your grip, attempting to pull you away with fingers wrapped around your arm.

>"Got you now." You began to laugh, letting your eyes wander.

>You stopped laughing, noticing that her robe had opened during the kerfuffle.

>Your gawked at her heaving breasts and slender form, now revealed to your mortal eyes.

>her blue was alluring, inviting, you couldn't even remember why you were here for a moment, let alone why you were so adamant on a relationship with monsters.

>"Oh…" Her frustrated expression disappeared, replaced by a sultry smile. "See something you like?"

>"I, well…" You began to sputter.

>Lidia giggled shrugged off your grip, she placed her hands on your bare chest and pushed you down on the bed.

>"Guess the magic won't be needed…" She stated, straddling your hips.

>"Now wait, hold on." You tried to stop her.

>But Lidia simply undid the rest of her robe and took it off, throwing it across the room.

>Her wings spread and stretched, causing Lidia to arch her back and let out a little squeak.

>She began to fiddle with your pants, unzipping them and pulling them down.

>You went to protest again, but stopped. This was your objective in the first place, wasn't it?

>You just had to outlast, endure. You didn't think it was possible, considering what Lidia actually was.

>But maybe, just maybe, you could find a weakness, something you could exploit to give yourself a distinct advantage.

>You hesitated, but instead of telling her to stop, you moved your hands and placed them firmly on her hips.

>"Ah see, there we go." She giggled. "All you needed was a little push…"

>You felt your hands up and down her sides, touching her stomach, rib cage, and then breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

>Lidia put her hands on your wrists and smiled. leading your hands across her body.

>But you knew it couldn't continue.

>If you let her have her way you would be at a disadvantage, and you didn't know how much time you had left before the grit wears off.

>You had to take charge.

>>320611

>You sat up from your position and wrapped your arms around Lidia.

>She gasped in surprise, but welcomed your sudden assertiveness.

>But her eyes suddenly widened as you pushed further and placed her back on the bed.

>"W-wait, hold on!" She put her hand on your chest to try and stop you while you pulled down what little cover you had.

>You were already between Lidia's legs, and she had no more defenses against you.

>In your adrenaline, you ignored her pleas and lined yourself up with her.

>You had to remember.

>This was a battle.

>If not a war.

>You wanted to let Justin go home, you wanted everybody to be able to live their lives.

>This was just supposed to be a battle, a battle you had to win.

>With your goal in mind, you thrust forward and plunged deep inside her.

>Something was…Off.

>There was resistance, like something had tried to stop you.

>You looked down and noticed something. a crimson trickling down her leg.

>"You…You're a…"

>You looked at Lidia.

>She had her mouth covered with a hand and her eyes closed.

>"I…But you…"

>Lidia slowly opened her eyes and looked at you. Her eyes were now misty with tears.

>"But…How?" You were at a complete lost. "You're a…?"

>She looked away with embarrassment, then looked at you again and nodded.

>That ambition, the desire to 'win' had suddenly vanished, replaced by a sense of guilt.

>You took a long, deep breath, and re positioned yourself.

>You placed your hands on the bed and leaned over her, pressing against her.

>Slowly, you began to move, gently pulling away and then pushing inside her.

>Lidia let out a gentle gasp, taking the hand away from her mouth and biting her lip.

>She raised her hips slightly, and reached her arms back and grabbed on to the bed, tightly gripping the sheets.

>She winced with every thrust, but slowly began to accept it, lightening her expression until it didn't seem to hurt her anymore.

>You kept pace, Lidia had stopped biting her lip, and instead looked back at you with gentle breaths.

>Her grip on the sheets loosened and she raised her arms as if trying to embrace you.

>You felt her fingers touch your shoulders and pull you closer. So you complied and closed the distance between you two.

>Lidia responded by wrapping her arms around your neck, forcing you to look into her eyes.

>You responded by moving a hand to her leg, rubbing your fingers against her soft skin before lifting her right leg.

>As you picked up the pace, her hold around your neck tightened and tightened, until her chest was now firmly pressed against yours.

>You felt her hot breath against your face, which only strengthened your resolve.

>Lidia was now moaning loudly, gasping for air with every thrust.

>She surprised you, causing you to pause for a moment, when she kissed you deeply. You didn't know what to think at first, but decided to accept her kiss in the end.

>You could feel yourself reaching your peak, and so you began to speed up even more, the sound of your skin against hers was now audible.

>She pulled her lips away and began to moan desperately, locking her legs around your waist as you thrust deeply inside her.

>You felt her fingers dig into your back as you released inside her, she inhaled deeply and tightened her grip around your waist.

>Suddenly, all of the exhaustion and aching bones came back to you. An entire nights worth of pressure settled over your body like a heavy blanket.

>You fell to one side and rested there, placing an arm under your head and sighing.

>Then, you felt something move closer to you. Lidia pressed herself against you, wrapping her arms under yours and nuzzling against your chest.

>You sighed again and put an arm around her, resting your chin on the top of her head before falling asleep.

>>320908

Fan-fucking-tastic work, anon. Can't wait to see the endgame.

>>320908

>You awoke with the sun in your face, poking through a nearby wooden framed window.

>The bed you were lying in didn't feel familiar.

>Your vision was blurry, and you struggled to rub the same form your eyes.

>Suddenly sitting up made you dizzy, and it was harder to get a grip on your surroundings.

>You took the moment to slow down, rubbing your eye with your palm again and taking a deep breath.

>It took around a minute before you realized you were in your cabin.

>The wood walls and branch-styled bed gave that away really quick.

>You had to pause and breath in the air for awhile.

>There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the air now…

>You stood up after regaining your strength, your body was sore all over, and a good portion of the night was a blur.

>Everything except one little event…

>Was it all just a dream?

>It couldn't be…It was all too real.

>The moment you stepped outside you knew it wasn't a dream.

>A lot of people just walking around, groggy, tired.

>Others were sitting down and trying to get their bearings.

>You saw Bill walking towards the parking lot with the Hellhound sleeping on his back.

>And then Justin, holding Cassandra by both her hands.

>She seemed to be struggling with her new feet. Now that the fog was gone maybe she wasn't just running on instinct anymore.

>They took slow steps until Cassandra seemed more comfortable, letting go of Justin's hands and walking straight on her new feet.

>"There you are."

>You turned your head to see Larry, who sat down and put a cigarette in his mouth. "I see you were successful…"

>"Yeah…I-I think, at least." You said.

>"Rough night." He stated bluntly. "It's hard to remember, even with Grit."

>"So what now?" You asked.

>"Police are probably going to ask questions." He told you. "But for the most part, the demon is gone."

>"And the other monsters?"

>"Technically, they can't be held responsible." Larry explained. "It was all the dark matter."

>He stood up and stretched his creaking back. "We don't know how long they were under the influence, it's hard to tell. Besides, they seem calm now."

>You looked around and saw people trying to help one another out. Someone was handing out water to both humans and monsters.

>The kobold you met reunited with her human friends, crying to find out that the three other girls were alright.

>"Worst outcome and some of these folks got themselves new girlfriends." Larry said, stamping out his smoke. "And I use the term 'worst' very lightly here."

>"Hm…Guess you're right." You cross your arms.

>"What's the story looking like for you?" He asked.

>"Think I'm just going to head home. Get some proper sleep, maybe watch a movie…"

>"What're you gonna tell the cops?"

>"Just gonna tell them I woke up like everyone else." You said. "Don't feel like being asked a million questions. Not like they can catch her anyway."

>"Fair 'nuff." Larry nodded.

>You shook Larry's hand and then made your way towards Justin.

>"Hey, dude." He greeted you.

>"You two doing alright?"

>"Yeah, we're good…" Justin put his hands in his pockets. "I'm gonna…Spend some more time with Cassie."

>"Fair enough." You nodded. "We're all probably going to get free rides home anyway, after all this."

>"Cool, man. You sure you're going to be alright?"

>"I'll be fine." You assured him. "I'll see you when I see you."

>You left Justin with Cassandra, letting them get use to their new relationship.

>Its about time to go home….

>>320922

I have a feeling he's going to run into Lidia again real soon.

>>320922

>You slept like a rock that night.

>Went to bed at 8:00PM and didn't get up once.

>Getting home was just an event of eating what was ever in the pantry and then messing around for a few hours before finally calling it a night.

>You did shower before you went to bed, however.

>It was the best shower you've ever had in your life.

>The night was calm, the sound of distant cars and the train was almost like a lullaby to you.

>You woke up at around seven in the morning.

>You were lying on your back with your arms outstretched.

>The birds were chirping their good mornings through your open window.

>But when you regained consciousness, you noticed something.

>A weight was pushing down on you.

>Opening your eyes slowly, you noticed that someone was sitting on you.

>Your heart jumped, but only for a moment.

>You didn't really have the power to panic…

>The person sitting on you didn't surprise you at all.

>Lidia sat there with her hands on your chest, a wicked grin across her face.

>"Oh, hey." You greeted her.

>"Thought you were free, didn't you?"

>"Not really." You said honestly. "Don't monsters track scent."

>Lidia suddenly paused. "What, am I a werewolf now?"

>"I don't know how it works." You explained.

>"Either way." She lowered herself until your noses were almost touching. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun…"

>"Oh?"

>"And once you're at your weakest." She could barely contain her excitement. "Then you'll be mine in the demon realm together."

>"I have a better idea."

>Lidia looked at you with confusion before you suddenly grabbed her shoulders. She yelped as you twisted around and pinned her to the bed.

>She looked at you in surprise, sinking against your pillow and mattress.

>She opened her mouth to talk again, but you cut her off with a kiss. She inhaled sharply, but soon accepted your kiss.

>"Wanna come live with me instead?" You asked.

>Lidia looked back at you, her cheeks flush with a deep violet.

>She then looked away her red and black eyes, her lips pouting.

>"I…I guess we can do that. I've already won anyway." She said, trying to contain her smile.

>"You sure you don't want to fight it?" You asked.

>"Don't make me change my mind." She pouted, wrapping her arms around your neck.

>The two of you kissed again.

>You didn't actually know what to do now.

>What do demons do for fun?

>One week later.

>You put on your best suit.

>Not that you had that many.

>Briefcase full of nothing, really.

>But its always nice to have one, right?

>Right?

>You try to reassure yourself, shaking your head and stepping away from the bathroom mirror.

>"Alright, about time I get going." You say as you enter the kitchen.

>"You shouldn't be so nervous."

>You turned to Lidia, who was putting dishes in the dish washer, before standing and stretching. She was wearing that sweater you got her, a tan turtle neck.

>"Eh, third interview in a week, last two didn't call back, I don't like my odds…"

>"Okay, how about this." She approached you and gave you a kiss on the lips. "Good luck kiss!"

>"What, is this a charm or something?"

>"Nope." She smiled. "Just a good luck kiss."

>"I'll take it." You smiled back.

>You stepped out the front door and gave Lidia one more kiss before stepping outside.

>It feels like you could take on the world now.

>You almost feel like you can't remember what it was not to have her around…

>But things are good now, you feel like everything is going to be okay.

>You have hope.

Loved it! I would like to see more from you!

>>320945

Entertaining stuff, will you be writing more stories?

What a satisfying short story. Can't wait to see the Cheshire one.

>>321017

Is that the one from the cheshire thread?

>>321086

Story bro said he'd do a cheshire story after the one he just finished

>>321436

I have just one request: Have fun!

Nice to see a story where you can dick the villainfu into waifu.

>You and your grandfather were close.

>Ever since you were little you enjoyed spending time with him.

>Going for walks, playing games, throwing a ball around, he even took the time to play video games with you if you were really excited about a particular game.

>It hurt when he passed away…

>He left something for everyone in his will.

>But you in particular, he left something very special.

>The house he had bought for his retirement.

>A two story home just outside the alpine town of Lusden. And a small fortune.

>You spent many summers there.

>Your siblings hated it, but for you it was a big adventure.

>It helped that your grandfather always had something for you to do.

>You gave it some thought.

>Your family wanted you to sell the place.

>But recently, the hustle of the city has gotten to you.

>It was exhausting, and the constant rush didn't help things.

>You were never one of those urbanite types, night clubbing and event hunting were never your things.

>Not to mention the cubicle life wasn't doing it for you either.

>After giving your two weeks, you decided it was time to move out of the apartment.

>No one in your family wanted to come with you…

>It was first strange, to be in the house alone. But after a few days, you accustomed to it.

>The town was nice enough, it was active and the people were friendly.

>There was farmers markets every other week, and the usual holiday events.

>But you weren't going to be lucky like in those farming games you used to play when you were a kid.

>Most of the ladies here were taken, and the ones that were not had no intention of staying in the small town.

>You didn't mind, though, you never were much of a lady chaser.

>It was quiet, relaxing, clean air, and you could live your life for quite some time with the money left to you.

>You could start a new life. You wanted to start a new life…But all you had to do is figure out where to go from here.

>Two weeks into living in your new home.

>You decided to go for a walk, the trees behind your home danced with the wind, welcoming your journey.

>Your mind wandered during your walk, listening to only the wind and the crunch of leafs underfoot.

>It was getting colder, winter was slowly crawling into the country side.

>But as you traveled deeper, you noticed something was off, wasn't right.

>Was that…Music?

>>321979

>Something in your mind urged you to follow her.

>Was it curiosity? Or were you expecting something else.

>The air here was different, it felt almost intoxicating…

>You followed her along for a bit, willing to see what she wanted to show you.

>This Cheshire never let go of your arm, holding on to you like the two of you were on a date…

>"You have much to see, yes yes!" She said. "Much to experience!"

>You nodded and complied, but then felt a sudden urge, a demand to stop.

>You ceased your march forward, causing the Cheshire to yelp in surprise as she was brought to an abrupt stop.

>"Oh? What is the matter?" She asked. "Do you wish to learn more of I before we continue?"

>Her last words dripped with a sultry purr.

>Something… Something wasn't right.

>"This is weird…" You told her, but mostly told yourself.

>What kind of Wonderland was this? Wasn't the Cheshire supposed to be an actual cat? If not a magical one?

>Were you going crazy?

>"Oh I wouldn't say weird." She tried to reassure. "Strange, yes, curious, most definitely! The only way to find the secrets of Wonderland is to explore!"

>You felt something new in your chest, a sudden sense of fear.

>You felt like you would never see home again…

>You pulled your arm away from the Cheshire and stepped away.

>"What the hell are you?" You asked. "What the hell is this!?"

>Her grin vanished, and her ears stood on end. "What… What do you mean?"

>"This…Can't be real… I'm going crazy." You said. "This is all crazy…"

>You turned in place and saw the gate again.

>With a gulp, you turned all the way around and made your way for the gate.

>"W-wait, where are you going!" She began to follow you.

>You ignored her and picked up your pace.

>"You can't leave yet!" She protested. "I have so much to show you!"

>Your march turned into a quick stride, you were beginning to panic, you had to get out.

>The Cheshire suddenly grabbed on to your arm and tried to stop you, but she was neither strong enough or heavy enough to halt your retreat.

>"Wait!" She demanded again, but you ignored her, dragging her across the ground.

>You finally reached the gate and opened it, but when you tried to step through, you were suddenly greeted by actual resistance.

>The Cheshire put her foot firmly against the side of the gate, and tried to pull you back in.

>You grabbed on to her hand with your free one, and attempted to remove her grip on your wrist.

>"Get off of me!" You demanded, but she refused.

>With a grunt of frustration, you stopped pulling against her grip and instead forced your way through the gate.

>The Cheshire suddenly yelped in shock as she was pulled through the gate with you.

>You now stood in the middle of the clearing you were in earlier.

>The stump in the center was gone, and the singing had stopped.

>Was it all just a dream? You hadn't been sleeping well…Maybe you were sleep walking.

>You shook your head and turned around, ready to head home…Only to be greeted by a sight of the Cheshire again.

>She was sitting on her knees, a look of shock on her face.

>She quickly span around and looked for the gate you had stepped through. It was gone…

>"W-Wait! Where's the gate!? We have to go back!" She shouted. "I can't be here!"

>You looked around and shrugged. "Gate's gone…"

>She began to frantically look around, but then froze in place. Slowly, she began to stand up and examine her surroundings.

>"Its…So quiet…" She said to herself.

>"Yeah well… Constant music and other noises aren't really a thing out here." You told her. "But that…That was real? Wonderland, I mean?"

>She didn't answer you, but instead continued to look around. "Why…Why is it so quiet?"

>"Hey…" You took a step closer. "Are you… Okay?"

>The Cheshire turned her head to you, tears flowing from her eyes. "I…I don't like it."

>She looked lost, well, she was lost. But the distraught and broken look in her eyes hit you where it hurt.

>You took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. "Hey…Whats your name?"

>"My name?"

>"Yeah, your name, like your real name. It can't be 'Cheshire'."

>"No…My name is Cheshire…It actually is Ches-" She paused. "No…No, you're right. I do have a name. Someone gave me a real name. It's…"

>She pressed her paws against her head and grimaced, like it pained her to think.

>"H…H-…Hannah!" She suddenly said. "I have a name! My name is Hannah! My ma ma gave me that name!…But, b-but who is my ma ma?"

>The new question seemed to pain her just as much. You felt a stab of guilt come over you.

>You couldn't just leave her here…

>"Hey…Hannah." You took another step closer. "Come on, you're coming with me…"

>"Coming with you?" She asked. "Where are you taking me?"

>"C'mon." You take her by the paw to lead her. "We're going to my place, we're going to figure this out."

>>321985

Faggot cat therapy

I demand moar

>>321985

for once I'm actually interested in a faggot cat story

>>321985

>You felt guilt ridden the entire way home.

>Hannah only followed because you held on to her paw.

>She sniffled the entire time, frequently wiping the tears away from her cheeks.

>After a few minutes, you noticed that she was beginning to shiver.

>It was cold outside, and her clothing was less than ideal for the weather.

>You stopped and took off your coat, putting it over her shoulders.

>"Here." You said. "This'll keep you warm."

>Hannah looked at you, then tucked her arms in the jacket. "Thank you…"

>You finally found home after what felt like forever.

>It was starting to lightly snow, better to get inside.

>"Here, come on." You invited her inside.

>Hannah stepped inside, her eyesight not breaking from the ground.

>You sat down and took your boots off, sighing and rubbing your feet.

>After placing the boots in the rack, you turned to Hannah.

>She was standing there awkwardly, still clutching your coat.

>"H…Here." You take the coat from her. "You should get inside, its much warmer in the living room."

>She nodded and took off her heels.

>You had to take a look.

>At first, you thought her thigh highs had some sort of elaborate sock at the end. But the fur did seem to be apart of her body.

>underneath her high heel was a foot, almost like a cats, but mixed with a humans. It had the shape of a human foot, but was covered in fur.

>When she walked, you noticed the pads underneath like a cat's paw, and the claws that she seemed to be able to retract.

>She sat down in the living room, and watched as you began to set up the fire place.

>Something caught her eye however, and the ears on her head twitched.

>She stood up and walked past you, examining something curiously.

>"Whats this?" She asked.

>"Oh, do they not have those where you, uh, came from?" You asked.

>She looked at the flat screen TV, examining her own reflection. Hannah thought it was some kind of strange mirror at first, but logic stated otherwise.

>"It's kind of like a uh…Viewing, screen. You use it to watch movies or play games and stuff."

>"Movies?"

>"Yeah, they're like… More elaborate plays, I guess. They had plays where you came from, right?"

>You pointed at the box sitting beside it. "That's a game console, though I don't use it that often. You can play games or watch movies on there as well."

>Hannah poked the tv and console with a claw, trying to figure out how it worked.

>You grabbed a remote and turned on the TV, causing Hannah to yelp in surprise.

>She scrambled and hid behind you. You stifled a laugh.

>"Here." You offered her the remote. "The town not far from here had fiber installed a few years ago, my Grandpa basically fought tooth and nail to get some of those 'magic wires' to his house so he could keep with the times."

>"What do I do with this?" She asked.

>"Just fiddle with it a bit, use the buttons to move around." You explained. "I have one of those streaming things set up as well."

>Hannah sat down and began to experiment with the remote, going through random menus and changing the channels to static.

>While she was preoccupied, you made a fire, letting it rise in the fire place before you felt comfortable enough to leave it without it going out.

>You looked back at Hannah, she still seemed lost, and occasionally shook her head like she was trying to get rid of some kind of bad thought.

>"I should…Probably show you your room." You told her.

>>322184

>"My room?" Hannah asked.

>"Yeah well, you can't really go home, right?" You say. "Its only fair that you can stay here."

>Hannah avoided eye contact, she clicked her claws together and looked towards the ground.

>"Oh uh…" You rubbed the back of your neck. "Sorry…Didn't mean to… Yeah, well."

>You beckoned her to follow along.

>The two of you went up stairs, and you led her down the hall.

>"This one's my room." You pointed to the room on the left. "Don't be afraid to knock if you need something."

>You pointed to the door at the end of the hall. "That was my grandfather's room. I just keep it closed…"

>You then opened the door to the right. "This one's yours."

>You opened the door to reveal a frilly room with pink wallpaper and all sorts of girly decor.

>"This was my sister's room." You explained. "But she doesn't come out here at all. So I guess it's yours now."

>Stepping inside, you patted the mattress of the bed with your left palm. "Don't worry, I changed all of the sheets every few months to stop the place from getting dusty. Luckily I cleaned here just yesterday."

>Hannah looked around the room and then sat on the bed.

>"There's also some clothing she left here. She's a bit…A bit uh, larger than you. But I think it's better than nothing until we can get you some new clothes. "

>"New clothes?" She asked.

>"Well, winter is coming. And I don't think that corset of yours is good for the shivers." You explained.

>Hannah looked away and gave a meek "Okay…"

>"Well uh, go ahead and get acquainted with your room. I'll be downstairs making dinner."

>You smiled and turned around, but as you were leaving, she spoke again.

>"How do you do it?" She asked.

>"Hm?"

>"This quiet. Its too much…" She moaned.

>"What do you mean?" You asked her.

>"No music, no objective…You're just alone with your thoughts…It's too much."

>You didn't really know what she meant. "Well, what was it like in 'Wonderland.'"

>"Like…The Mad Hatter called it madness. But you always had a goal, always had something to anticipate or look forward to. You were looking for something…Something specific…"

>"And what would you be looking for?" You asked.

>"You look for me-" She stopped herself. "Something to keep…"

>"To keep?"

>"Yes…To keep. To call your own."

>You take a step back. "Well… It works like that here as well, but you have to find that thing yourself. You can't just go from thought to thought. You have to focus on something."

>"Like what?"

>"Just things. Something you'd like to do, something you'd like to eat, someone you'd like to see. A movie you want to watch, maybe just think about a song you like. Day dream, make up a story in your head. If you're constantly asking questions in your head that you can't answer…Well I can't really say that it would be healthy."

>"Just focus on anything…" She said to herself.

>You smiled and took her by her paw. "Come on. We can start easy, we'll watch a movie, you can just zone out and watch that."

>"O-Okay." She agreed, following you along.

>You led her back downstairs and sat her in front of the TV. Scrolling through the options, you found a light hearted comedy to watch.

>Hannah jumped when the movie started, there were suddenly people inside the screen!

>She remembered that you said it was like a play, though she didn't understand why the people would just wait to be asked to perform.

>You felt a bit of relief when Hannah giggled at one of the jokes. Looking over you noticed she was completely enthralled in the movie. Giving you enough time to make food for the both of you…

>>322198

I never thought I'd feel sorry for a faggotcat. The poor thing needs a hug.

>>322198

>You woke up sometime in the night.

>Hannah had figured out how the TV worked and stayed up watching some movies.

>You left her to it, and went to bed around 11:00PM.

>When you went downstairs to check on her, you heard that the TV was still on.

>Walking into the living room, you saw Hannah curled up on the couch.

>You approached her and noticed she was sleeping. The TV was sitting on the menu, with a trailer for one of the shows playing on loop.

>With a long inhale, you grabbed the blanket on the other side of the couch and placed it over her shoulders, turning off the TV and leaving her to sleep on the couch.

>Hannah's tail fell out of the blanket and brushed along the ground.

>You watched it move around as she slept.

>It was hard to believe that it was actually a part of her body and not just some kind of prop.

>You almost wanted to pull on it to see if it came off.

>But the way it moved was so real, it wasn't really up for debate if it was fake or not, same with the ears and the paws.

>She's not human, is she?

>But her face, and the rest of her body.

>Was she an alien of some sort?

>You decided to push all those questions to the back of your mind.

>You left her sleeping, and went back to your bedroom.

>You woke up in the morning around 8:00AM.

>After finding the strength to get out of bed, you went downstairs.

>Hannah was still sleeping on the couch, so you left her alone.

>You decided on making a nice breakfast.

>Nothing like making her eat 40 eggs or something like that.

>Maybe just scrambled eggs and a side of bacon?

>As you prepared breakfast, you heard a yawn coming from the living room.

>Soon after, Hannah drudged her way into the kitchen.

>"Morning, sleepy head." You greeted.

>"Mohnin…" She yawned, rubbing her eye with one of her paws.

>"Did you sleep well?"

>"I think…" She nodded.

>"You think?"

>"I've never slept that long before." She admitted.

>"Really? How long do you usually sleep?"

>She had to think on it. "Thirty minutes?"

>"Thirty minutes? Really?" You asked.

>"Nobody in Wonderland sleeps all that long." Said Hannah before she yawned again.

>"I…I see." You sit back.

>The two of you began to eat, Hannah was hesitant at first, but soon began to dig into the meal you made her.

>>322396

>"Hey, do you want to go into town?" You asked.

>"Into town?" She repeated. "…And do what?"

>"Well we need to get you some clothes, right?" You leaned back in your chair. "My sister isn't really your size."

>"I…I wouldn't want to be a burden…"

>"You're no burden." You assured her. "Truth is, its nice to have something."

>You kind of left out the part where having a cute girl living with you was twice as good.

>"Well…" She was fidgeting. "If you insist."

>After breakfast, you found some clothing for Hannah to wear.

>She rummaged through the closet and found what she "liked".

>Chose a winter coat, a took, and a scarf.

>The took was large enough to hide her ears, and she wrapped her tail around her waist.

>The coat hung down to her knees, and and barely rested on her shoulders.

>Your sister was never the thinnest person.

>"That won't do…" You say with your arms crossed.

>"It's a little loose." She admitted.

>"Well, we'll get you a better fitting one in town today."

>Hannah held her paws together and nodded, lowering her head.

>"Come on, don't be like that." You tried to reassure her. "You're not a hassle and you're not a burden, cheer up."

>She looked back at you and gave you a weak smile. Nothing like that grin you saw when you first met her.

>"You don't think people will notice?" She asked. "The hands and feet?"

>"Probably not." You assured. "It's cold out, they'll probably chalk it up to some kind of fashion."

>Hannah took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, I'm ready to go."

>The ground was painted with a fresh layer of snow.

>Your shoes crunches against the white with every step.

>You couldn't find a pair of boots for Hannah to wear, but she insisted that she was fine going bare foot.

>The town was rather quiet, especially for a weekday.

>The streets aren't usually crowded, but you most of the time at least see cars driving around.

>The clothing store was known as "Ol Ned's".

>Its apparently been around for almost 100 years, passing the business down through the family.

>The clerk greeted you at the door.

>You've only ever been in here once, and that was to get a new pair of boots.

>The women's section was much nicer than the men's.

>Everything was orderly, latest fashion, very nice looking clothes all around. While the men's section was usually just hoodies, button up shirts, and checkered coats.

>"What should I take?" She asked you.

>"Take whatever you want, just nothing that's like 10,000 dollars." You tell her, deciding to end your answer with a joke.

>Hannah carefully went down each aisle, and started to pick and choose.

>She seemed to know her taste in clothing, or at the very least she knew what looked good on her.

>After picking an arm full of clothing, shirts, pants, and everything in between, she made for the changing rooms.

>Each time she came out to show you. First was a tan turtleneck sweater, the next was a sleeveless button up shirt. But for the most part she just picked sweaters and T-shirts to go under them. It was the beginning of winter, so it made the most sense.

>After she got her new wardrobe picked out, you paid and the two of you headed back home.

>You began to rub your hands when you got home. They were freezing and stung with a sharp pain.

>"Should have worn gloves…" You complained.

>"Are your hands cold?" Hannah asked.

>"A bit, yeah." You nodded.

>"Here."

>Hannah put her things down and approached you. She took both your hands and balled her paws around them, warming them up with her fur.

>"Better?" She asked.

>"Uh, yeah." You confirmed with surprise.

"Good." She smiled her first sincere smile. "Lucky you didn't get frost bite."

>She held your hands for awhile longer before finally letting go.

>You balled your hands into a fist a few times and watched as she cleaned her feet and went to put her new clothes away.

>Maybe she can adapt after all.

>>322777

Finally, the cute romance starts!

>>322777

I like this story even more than the last one

>>322777

>A few days had come and gone.

>You made sure to keep an eye on Hannah.

>But she seemed to be doing better day after day.

>Soon she could peel herself away from the sound of the TV and do other things.

>She started reading books you had, taking interest in some of the hobbies you were doing, having conversations.

>She even started to help around the house.

>Dusting and vacuuming usually, but she would help you outside as well.

>She had to take less than you, and even then it was a tad too heavy. But Hannah managed to help stack firewood in the house anyway.

>You hadn't seen her wear that corset she arrived in for a few days now.

>Then again it is pretty cold outside.

>You prefer this anyway.

>Her new sweaters are rather form fitting, and sometimes went past the waist.

>She could probably go pantless and you probably wouldn't even notice.

>You shook the perverted image out of your head.

>She seemed content though.

>Humming to herself as she crumpled up newspaper for the fire.

>You couldn't help but smile…

>”Hey, I'm heading into town for a bit.” You told her one day.

>Hannah looked up from the table she was wiping down, her ears perked. “oh?”

>”Yeah, I just need to talk to someone about the house, I won't be long.” You say.

>”So…You're not taking me with you?” She asked.

>”It's just boring paper stuff.” You reassure. “You'd never forgive me if I dragged you into it.”

>”Oh, okay.” She nodded. “If you say so.”

>You said your goodbye and headed into town.

>Hannah sat at the couch with her paws on her lap.

>Her ear wiggled and she looked around the house.

>'Would he be okay if I just did whatever?' She asked herself.

>She didn't want to intrude, but he didn't really seem to mind her having free reign of the house.

>”Right!” She said to herself. “No going into any rooms I haven't been into before!”

>Bathroom, living room, kitchen, and her room were free to go.

>But his room, and a few other rooms were off limit. Or at least she made them off limit to herself.

>What to do, though?

>She didn't just want to loaf around and watch movies like some kind of potato.

>The house was clean, though…

>She sighed and stood up.

>She put her hands behind her back and too large, lazy steps around the room.

>Hannah suddenly had an idea.

>She knows how the fire place worked, and there was another skill she had.

>Something she had forgotten long ago.

>But her mind was clear now, and she could think properly.

>Hannah was an excellent baker.

>She started with the fireplace, crumpling the paper and setting up the kindling wood.

>With the fire started, she placed a log and waited until it was safe to leave the fire on it's own for awhile.

>After that, she washed her hands and found an apron. She started her charge.

>>323381

>You groaned and rubbed the back of your neck.

>That guy was a pain in the ass…

>With a sigh, you looked up, happy to finally be home.

>You noticed a pillar of smoke coming from the chimney. Was Hannah cold?

>Should have taught her how the thermostat works… Hope it wasn't too much trouble.

>You open the front door and step inside, suddenly greeted by the sweet smell of pastries.

>”I'm home!” You call out, catching another whiff of the scent.

>”Welcome home!” You were greeted as you kicked off your shoes.

>You turned the corner towards the kitchen and saw Hannah at the oven.

>She opened it and pulled out the sheet with cinnamon buns and placed it on the stove tops.

>You followed the scent and noticed that there was more already made.

>Not just cinnamon buns, but cookies, bread, and other pastries you didn't even recognize.

>”You made this all yourself?”

>”Yup.” She nodded. “Didn't want to just sit around, thought I'd get busy.”

>Hannah grabbed your hand and led you to a seat. “Sit, sit!”

>You followed her orders and sat down.

>You watched while she put a cinnamon bun on a plate and put it in front of you.

>Plate was kind of unnecessary, guess it catches crumbs.

>It smelled amazing. You didn't hesitate to take a bite.

>”And?” She asked.

>”Wow, this is delicious!” You remarked.

>”Really!?” Hannah clapped her paws together.

>”You sure you don't want to start a bakery or something?” You asked before taking another bite.

>”Ahaha, quit it.” She laughed. “You're making me blush.”

>”Oh man, I need to slow down.” You said. “Or I'm going to gain a hundred pounds.”

>You finished the bun and sat back. “Where did you learn to bake like that?”

>”I'm not sure…” She admitted honestly. “I think I can cook as well…”

>Hannah seemed to dwell on her thoughts.

>You could see it started to upset her.

>”Hey, we should make some cocoa!” You suddenly said, taking her out of the moment. “We can put on a fun movie and just relax.”

>”Oh. Oh, sure!” Hannah agreed.

>You sighed with relief and watched her go put another log on the fire.

>But you knew you couldn't distract her from it forever…

Great shit my dude, keep it up.

>>323382

>Days went by.

>Hannah seemed to adjust to her new life.

>She cleaned, made the fire, and did cooking.

>Almost felt like you had a house wife.

>She even stopped asking for permission to use everything.

>The two of you made an event of going into town.

>You would window shop.

>Or just go grocery shopping.

>It was nice to just walk around and talk.

>One day, while at the store to restock on food and other things.

>"What else do we need?" You asked, looking at the shopping list. "You wrote down lemons?"

>"Yeah, for Madeleine cookies!" Hannah nodded. "I'll go get them."

>Hannah skipped off to the produce aisle.

>She found the lemons right away and proceeded to put one in a bag.

>She hummed while she tied the bag closed, and turned around to return the aisle you were waiting in.

>"Oh my god!" A voice suddenly exclaimed.

>Hannah jumped, her blood ran cold.

>Did somebody notice something about her? Was her tail sticking out? Or her ears?

>A human girl approached her, slightly shorter, with blond, shoulder length hair.

>"I -love- your gloves!" The girl told her.

>"M-my gloves?" Hannah asked.

>The girl put took Hannah's paws in her hand and lifted them, pressing her thumbs against her fingers against her paw pads.

>Hannah gasped in surprise at the sudden pressure on her pads.

>"Where did you get these?" She asked. "They feel so real!"

>"Oh well, um…" Hannah hesitated, she didn't know exactly what to say. "The… City?"

>"Like, in the mall?" The girl asked.

>"Yea-..yes! The mall! I got them in the mall!"

>"At that new place, right?"

>"Sure-yeah, okay, yeah that's where I got them." Hannah agreed.

>"I have to check it out the next time I'm over there." The girl tells her.

>She lets go of Hannah's paws and waves as she leaves. "Thanks again! You're the best!"

>Hannah sighs and grabs the bag, returning to you and the cart.

>She drops the lemon in the cart and grabs on to your arm.

>"We can never return." She tells you.

>"What? Why?"

>"Don't question it, we gotta go."

>>323759

>The very same night, after dinner.

>You decided to join Hannah in watching a movie.

>”What do you want to watch?” You asked, sliding through the options.

>”I'm not really one to ask.”

>”Right…” You flipped through everything, and then something caught your eye.

>Friday the 13th.

>”Hey, want to watch a horror movie?” You asked.

>”Horror?” her ears perked up.

>”Yeah, its like a scary movie.”

>”…How scary?”

>You turned on the movie anyway.

>Hannah sat quiet at first, the movie seemed tame enough at the start.

>But as soon as the scares started happening…

>She yelped in surprise the first time.

>The second she covered her eyes.

>By the third scene with the killer she was hiding behind her pillow.

>”Wanna turn it off?” You asked.

>”N-No!” She huffed. “Its just a movie after all!”

>Right after she said that, another jump scare happened and she returned to hiding behind her pillow.

>Her tail was wagging furiously, you had to fight off the urge to grab it.

>The movie ended, and you were still sitting on the floor with your head in your hand.

>”Huh. I never actually sat down and watched that before.” You commented. “Was alright.”

>”Y-yeah…”

>You grin mischievously and suddenly swipe the pillow from in front of her.

>Hannah screamed and reached for the pillow. “Give it back! Give it back! Give it back! Give it back! Give it back!”

>You held on to it for a few more moments before finally handing it back to her.

>”Meanie…” She pouted, hugging it close to her.

>”Sorry. But it was just looked like too much fun.”

>The same night.

>You decided to call it early that day. For some reason you were exhausted…

>Hannah seemed to feel the same, and the two of your said goodnight before returning to your respective rooms.

>Some time around mid night.

>The snow reflected the light of the moon, giving the world around you a gentle blue glow.

>You slept usually with your back to the door, facing right under the window.

>Suddenly, there was a knock on your door.

>”Whats up?” You asked, turning around in bed to face the door.

>The door creaked open slightly. You saw Hannah's purple ear wiggle before you saw the rest of her.

>”Uhm…” She seemed embarassed. “Sorry to disturb you.”

>”Its not a problem.” You reassured her. “Are you okay?”

>”I-I'm fine…” She stepped in, she was still hugging on to her pillow, or started again when she got up.

>”Do you need something?” You asked.

>”Can I sleep with you?”

>You paused for a moment. “Huh?”

>”Well…I've been having trouble sleeping… And well…I.”

>You gave her a look of amusement.

>”It wasn't the movie!”

>”I didn't say anything about a movie.” You told her.

>Hannah froze and squeezed her pillow tighter.

>She looked away, her cheeks turning red.

>”Well maybe…Maybe I just had a really bad dream.”

>”From the movie?”

>She looked away and pouted. “…Maybe…”

>”Alright, come here.” You say, scooting over.

>Hannah beamed and skipped over to your bed.

>She placed her pillow and then crawled her way under the blanket.

>After cozying up, she turned to you and smiled.

>”Thank you…” She told you with a yawn.

>”Don't worry about it.” You told her in return.

>”You don't want me to worry about much, do you?”

>”Nope.” You confirmed. “Better to just be happy than worry, right?”

>”I guess.”

>You tucked yourself in again and sighed.

>”Good night.” You told her.

>”Night…” she responded.

>>323760

>It's been about two months now since Hannah entered your life.

>She found a routine.

>Almost like a house wife.

>You don't think you've ever seen the house this clean.

>There really isn't much for you to do anymore.

>So you end up doing a lot of outside work.

>One day, you had to go into town again.

>Just some more paper stuff, nothing too bothersome.

>While you were gone, Hannah went outside to get more fire wood.

>She hummed to herself as she began to fill her arms.

>But, her ear twitched.

>A noise?

>It was feint at first, but it soon picked up in the distance.

>A human wouldn't hear it from this distance, but Hannah's cat ears picked it up almost instantly.

>She began to follow the sound.

>It was…

>A tune!?

>She picked up her pace.

>She was faster, more agile than any human.

>She had forgotten that over the last two months.

>Each stride covered great distance, and it wasn't long until she could pin point the exact location of the sound.

>There it was, inside of a hole of a nearby tree.

>It shimmered like water, but the image was clear.

>The bright grass, the strange, ever changing sky.

>The Queen of Hearts castle was visible in the distance.

>Wonderland. The place she had called home.

>Home for as long as she could remember.

>Home for so long that she forgot her name…

>But it was home, where she belonged.

>He had taken care of her, she was only a nuisance in this world…

>Hannah raised her paw, and moved it towards the window to Wonderland.

>Slowly, her claw crept towards the shimmering portal.

>Why did she move so slow?

>Her claw twitched, and she hesitated.

>It was where she belonged. But something was stopping her from going back.

>No, nothing was stopping her.

>She didn't want to go back.

>She didn't know why at the time, but she didn't want to go back to Wonderland. It wasn't a familiar comfort to her anymore.

>Hannah took a step back and retracted her hand. She gave the portal one last look.

>She didn't want it…

>She turned her back to it, and returned to the house.

>>324126

>Two days later.

>The two of you were out for a walk in town.

>Large flakes of snow gently fell to the ground, the sky grey with clouds.

>hannah was covered in a wool button up coat.

>A purple scarf wrapped around her neck, and a grey took hid her ears.

>She blew against her paws and rubbed the pads together.

>"Getting cold?" You asked.

>"The fur only does so much." She admitted.

>"We should head back then."

>"Sur-" She stopped.

>The two of you hadn't traveled down this road before.

>It was on the other side of town, past the residential areas.

>An old part, one rarely walked by others in this day and age.

>To your left, breaking off form the walkway, was an old dirt road leading into the woods.

>Hannah examined it curiously. You noticed that her ear wiggled under her hat.

>"Is something wrong?" You asked.

>"That road…" she pointed. "It looks…Familiar."

>"I think it leads to some old part of town." You explained. "The heritage museum keeps it in working condition."

>Hannah tilted her head and then turned to you.

>"Hey…Can we go have a look?"

>"Sure." You nodded. "Not like we're in a hurry."

>The two of you followed the dirt road.

>It wasn't far into the forest before you were greeted by a closed off fence.

>"Closed for the holidays!" The sign read.

>"I guess we have to come back later." Hannah commented.

>"Well, nothing ventured nothing gained."

>You began to climb the fence, doing your best not to get your sleeves caught at the top of the chain links.

>"What are you doing!?" Hannah asked. "Isn't this illegal!?"

>"Not illegal if we don't get caught." You told her. "Besides, no ones here. We're just having a look around."

>Hannah gulped and then looked behind her, expecting to see someone watching. Obviously, the two of you were alone.

>She took a deep breath and then nodded with determination. "Okay! Lets go!"

>Unlike you, who had to clumsily climb the fence, Hannah simply leaped over in a single bound.

>"Damn." You said. "Nice jump."

>"Thanks." She smiled.

>The old village was only a few yards away now.

>Only a few houses were preserved, as well as the church and the workshop.

>Hannah and you stood at the center of the little village, and had a look around.

>"What do you expect to find here?" You asked.

>"I don't know…" She said in a hushed tone, almost a whisper. "But this all feels familiar…"

>She continued to look around until a house caught her eye.

>A two story home with a old, creaky deck.

>Hannah's tail wagged slowly, and she approached the house.

>"Whats wrong?" You asked, following her.

>Hannah walked up the steps and opened the front door. It creaked mercilessly in the winter cold.

>The two of you went inside, it was only slightly warmer.

>The home was well maintained, but it was obvious no one has lived in here for a long time.

>There were long strings set up to tell people not to touch some of the items that had been left in the house.

>A shelf of books, an old bath tub, the usual things you would see in a heritage center.

>Hannah looked around more, she looked visibly upset.

>Without a word, she turned the corner and walked up a flight of stairs.

>You followed her into a room on the left, where she stood at the entrance. Only the sound of the wooden floor creaking under your feet were left.

>"…Hannah?" You asked, stepping beside her.

>"This…" She gulped. "Is my room.

>>324133

>"Your room?" You asked.

>Hannah didn't reply, she only nodded.

>You took a step deeper into the room.

>It seemed like a girls room. There were dolls on the neatly made bed.

>That and all of the other furnishing, even though you weren't an expert on girl stuff from the early years, this indeed was a girl's room.

>Hannah dragged her paw across the bed and touched one of the dolls.

>Tears began to well in her eyes, and her lip quivered.

>"My mother bought me this…" She said. "The same day she started teaching me how to cook."

>"Hannah. Nobodies lived here for at least a hundred years." You explained. "If not more."

>"A hundred years?" She repeated.

>"And the way you talk, the way you adapt to things. You don't really come off as someone from the distant past."

>"I remember this room…" She stated. "I remember everything now."

>Hannah covered her mouth, tears began to flow freely now.

>You took one more look around the room and gritted your teeth.

>You grabbed her paw and began to lead her out of the house.

>"Where are we going?" She asked.

>"We're going home. My home, your home."

>"My home?"

>"Yes, your home." You confirmed.

>You left the heritage center, leading Hannah back home.

>She sniffled, much like the first day you met her.

>You let Hannah sit on the couch while you set up the fire place.

>Once the fire was burning, you sat down beside her.

>She looked off to the side, leaning against the arm rest.

>"I had just turned eighteen." She suddenly started. "I remember my parents were working on a big celebration with the rest of the village. There was a boy I had a crush on at the time, and I wanted to finally talk to him. But then I heard a noise, a tune in the woods, I followed it, and I found the way to Wonderland."

>She sighed and closed her eyes. "When I arrived, I was taken to the Red Queen. She made me her "Cheshire." and that was the last thing I remembered before I…Before I became this."

>You looked at Hannah, and then reached for her paw. She jumped slightly when you touched her, and you took her paw in your hand.

>"Look, I don't know what you're thinking right now." You say. "But take as long as you need. If you need to be alone then I can just piss off for a bit and leave you to it…"

>"Why?" She asked. "Why are you always so nice to me?"

>"Well I uh…" You looked away and coughed into your hand. "Maybe I kind of…"

>"You kind of…?" Hannah asked, scooting closer to you.

>"I need to go collect some wood." You told her, standing up. "If you need anything, just tell me."

>Hannah watched as you left the living room. A familiar smirk stretching across her mouth.

>>324138

I hope there's more, I seriously need closure to this. Does he admit his love? Do they fuck? Does she become his cheshire waifu forever?

>>324138

Nice story. Please continue it.

On a tangential note, it's interesting to see stories where a mamono character wasn't always a mamono. Not counting Alps, obviously. I haven't found many stories yet where people explore how monsterization changes the lives of human women or how it affects their relationships with those around them.

>>324971

Thank you for your hard work, anon! I'll wait warmly until it is ready.

>>324971

"A delayed game is eventually good, but a rushed game is bad forever"

~ Shigeru Miyamoto

We can be patient, anon. Keep up the good work at your own pace!

>The days past.

>Hannah has been acting strange.

>You catch her peeking at you every now and then.

>But nothing too serious.

>It was a Tuesday.

>One last time, you had to head into town and do some paper work.

>Nothing too much. But it still had to be done.

>”I'll collect some fire wood while you're gone!” Hannah declared.

>You smiled. “Alright then.”

>The two of you said goodbye and you headed into town.

>Twenty minutes later, Hannah was dressed and ready to go outside!

>She began to collect the wood, humming to herself as she stacked them in the basket she found not too long ago.

>But then…

>There it was again…

>That music.

>She ignored it this time. Having made her choice days ago…

>She didn't want to go back.

>”Oh, there you are.”

>Hannah's ears perked, and she jumped in fright.

>She turned around, seeing the person that was behind her.

>The girl was floating in a sitting position, her legs crossed.

>Long blond hair, wearing a red dress and holding a scepter across her lap.

>She grinned.

>Hannah took a step back, dropping her basket to the snow.

>”What…What do you want?”

>”My my, that's no way to talk to your queen.” The girl stated. “The better question is, what do you think you're doing?”

>”What do you mean…?”

>”Well, you're away from your post.” The girl stated. “And you have been for quite some time.”

>”I never wanted the job to begin with!” Hannah protested.

>”Oh my, what brash attitude!” The girl laughed. “To talk in such a way to your queen?”

>”You-…You're not my queen.” Hannah said, looking away.

>”Come on, I did so much for you.” The Queen commented. “All those neat little magic tricks, I made you pretty, and look at those cute little fuzzy paws!”

>”I'm not human anymore…”

>”No.” She sighed. “You're better than human, though. Humans don't get to live as long as you do.”

>”This is my home now.” Hannah said. “I don't want to go back and just wait for someone to fall through the door again.”

>”Oh is it?” The Queen frowned, she was clearly irritated now. “Leeching off some poor sap, eating his food, sleeping in his home, and you're not-even-putting-out. Next thing he knows and you're going to bring other guys into his house under his nose!”

>”How dare you!” Hannah hissed, the hair on her head standing up. “I would never do that!”

>”Can't even sleep with the guy then, huh?”

>”Its…Its that…I don't know if…”

>”Awww, you don't know if he likes you back?” The Queen asked. “What are you? A teenage girl?”

>The Queen landed on the ground, her feet crunching into the snow.

>She began to step around Hannah, holding on to her scepter behind her back.

>”Come on, Cheshire.”

>”My name is Hannah…” She trembled.

>”Che-shire.” The Queen repeated. “You don't belong here, you're not even human. Come home, where you belong…”

>Hannah looked away…

>She could feel the tears welling in her eyes.

>>325286

>Finally done.

>You couldn't wait to go home.

>With a bag of Asian food in your hand.

>You don't think Hannah has ever got to try it before.

>You're sure she'd like it…

>”I'm home!” You call out as you enter the front door.

>No answer…

>”Hello?” You call out, putting the bag down.

>Still no answer.

>”…Hannah?” You call out one more time.

>Still no answer.

>Maybe she fell asleep.

>You check her room, but she's not there.

>Every room in the house is empty.

>You're beginning to worry.

>Going outside, you quickly find the basket full of fire wood.

>Paw prints, large enough to be Hannah's.

>You follow them, but they vanish at the forest's edge.

>”Hannah!” You call her name.

>You run into the woods.

>You continue to call her name.

>What happened to her!?

>Did she get lost?

>Why would her tracks disappear.

>There were nobody elses foot prints.

>No sign of a vehicle of any kind.

>She couldn't have been kidnapped…

>No.

>She went home, didn't she.

>”Hannah?” You call out again.

>You stood in the cold forest. No one around for miles.

>”…Hannah?”

>>325287

FUG

>>325287

>Days passed.

>It doesn't feel right anymore.

>The house is too quiet now.

>You had come to enjoy her humming.

>Or just talking to her.

>You had never really felt lonely before.

>This was almost unbearable.

>Every now and then you would go looking.

>There was no family for you to go to and ask.

>Your best theory was that she went back to Wonderland.

>Hopefully. The idea of something happening to her kept you up at night.

>Two weeks passed.

>You were desperate for any kind of news.

>But you knew it wouldn't come…

>Three weeks.

>You tried to return to your normal schedule.

>But it never felt right.

>Four weeks…

>You didn't collect fire wood anymore.

>You just let the furnace run.

>Most of your time was spent watching movies.

>When you did go into town you only did so to get supplies.

>You were unhappy.

>Very unhappy…

>You almost felt stupid.

>To get attached to someone so quickly.

>At first it was nice to have her around.

>You felt guilty for pulling her out of her element.

>She helped with chores and she was really easy on the eyes.

>But it was more than that.

>You didn't just like her.

>You loved her.

>You didn't even care if she wasn't technically human.

>You sat up on the couch and buried your face into your hands.

>It was too much…

>You had to step outside.

>You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes.

>Maybe its time for a walk…

>You went through your usual spots.

>Into the woods, where only the gentle push of the wind was there to keep you company.

>You kept your eyes on the ground, you couldn't find it in you to look forward.

>But something was off…

>You heard something, a familiar tune.

>A melody that drove you closer.

>You ran this time, didn't want to miss it.

>You found it, easy to spot this time. In between two trees like some kind of gate way.

>You took a step closer and peered inside.

>It was the exact same image as last time. A castle in the distance and a strange field.

>You hesitated for a moment.

>What if she went back on her own?

>There's only one way to find out, right?

>Without another thought, you stepped into the gateway…

>You stepped on to the cobble stone road again.

>The frozen temperature was suddenly replaced by a spring warmth.

>This time you weren't greeted by anyone, it was just you on the road.

>You didn't waste time, didn't even bother to get accustomed to your new surroundings.

>Instead you went straight for the palace.

>>326070

>>Instead you went straight for the palace.

Ganbare anon.

>>326070

>"Halt!" Shouted the guard from the front gate.

>He was dressed in a suit designed to look like a playing card, a nasal helmet that his head barely fit into, and a long spear that he rested against his shoulders.

>You stopped in front of the man, it was almost surprising to see him. At first you didn't think he was human, but when he approached you noticed that the card was simply a suit, and not his actual body.

>"What is your business with the Red Queen!?" He asked, pointing his spear at you.

>"I'm not here for the queen." You told him. "I'm looking for Hannah!?"

>"There be no Hannah here." The guard stated coldly. "Now begone with ye!"

>"No I mean–" You groan with frustration. "Cheshire. I'm looking for Cheshire."

>"Cheshire be at the Queens side." The guard tells you. "She's unavailable…"

>"I don't have time for this." You sigh, shoving past the guard.

>He protested and tried to stop you, but you caught him by the face and shoved him aside, throwing him to the ground.

>The front gate opened without protest.

>You walked inside, much to the protest of the guard who was now following you inside.

>He seemed more frightened than angry when you stepped inside the castle, tugging at your jacket sleeve now like a scared child.

>"W-we shouldn't be in here." The guard told you. "She gets upset when she has uninvited guests!"

>"Why do you care?" You asked, walking down the long hall."

>"Because I'll get in trouble too!" He exclaimed. "I didn't scare you off, I'll get it the worst!"

>"Then start running." You told him.

>The guard gulped, but he didn't seem to want to run away. He followed you, maybe out of a morbid curiosity of how it all will play out.

>You opened another pair of doors at the end of the hall, this time into a large throne room lavished in scarlet.

>Drapes, windows, rose pedals, everything in the rood was a dark red color

>You walked into the room, the guard stayed behind, hiding behind the door and watching you enter.

>It was about when you reached the center of the throne room that a voice spoke out.

>"Who dares enter my throne room uninvited!?" A voice bellowed.

>You stopped in your tracks, but you weren't frightened.

>"I came looking for someone." You stated bluntly. "I want to see her again."

>"And who might that be?" The voice asked. "Have you come seeking an audience with the most illustrious Red Queen?"

>"No." You shook your head. "I'm looking for Hannah, the one you call Cheshire."

>The voice remained silent for a few moments before chuckling loudly.

>"You intrude in the most royal of chambers, and you don't even seek the Red Queen?"

>"No."

>There was a clapping of hands, and suddenly a light shone on the throne.

>A girl sat with crossed legs, twirling her blond hair with one finger. She gave you an impatient glare.

"So you want to see Cheshire, huh?" She asked.

>"That's why I'm here."

>"What makes you think she wants to see you?"

>"If that's the case, then I won't take up much of her time." You say. "I just want to ask her a few questions, then be on my way."

>"Well, I am nothing if not benevolent." She snapped her finger. "Cheshire."

>You expected her to materialize like when you first met, but Hannah instead simply stepped out from behind a pillar.

>She looked at you with a frown, keeping her distance.

>"Well, go ahead." The Red Queen waved her hand. "Say what you have to say…"

>>326224

>You took a deep breath and approached her.

>"Hey." You started.

>She didn't say anything.

>"Are you okay?" You asked. "You're not hurt, are you?"

>Hannah looked away.

>You noticed she was back in that corset she was wearing when you first met her.

>"Look, I don't know if I'm coming off as creepy or weird or whatever." You rub the back of your head and sigh. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

>"I'm fine." She stated. "Everything is fine."

>"Okay then." You gulped and nodded. "That's all I wanted to know…"

>"Oh for crying out loud…" The Queen suddenly interjected. "Do I have to tell you to do everything!?"

>The Red Queen jumped from her seat and approached the two of you with her hands at her hips.

>"Cheshire!" The Red Queen barked. "You know what to do, we've prepared for this for weeks, take him!"

>"Take…me?" You asked.

>"Well I need to get more subjects from somewhere, don't I?" The Queen asked. "We don't really have all that many people just stepping through portals, you know…"

>You looked at the Queen, then back to Hannah.

>She sighed and then looked to you with a determined expression.

>Without a word, she stepped forward, and then again so that her leg was between yours.

>You took a step back, but Hannah pressed her paws against your shoulders.

>She began to push against you as you tried to back away.

>You felt yourself lose balance and stumbled to the ground.

>Hannah crawled on top of you and pushed her paws against you.

>She straddled your hips and looked down at you, her pupils narrowing into predatory slits.

>You looked back at her, opening your mouth to protest.

>But you stopped.

>"Fine…Do what you have to do." You said.

>Hannah froze.

>"I won't stop you. If this is what you want, then that's what I'll go with…"

>You closed your eyes, expecting something to happen.

>But instead you heard Hannah begin to sniffle, followed by the feeling of hot tears splashing against your cheek.

>"I don't want this…" Hannah muttered. "I don't want this!"

She curled up against you, pressing her forehead against your chest.

>"I don't want this to happen, I don't want to stay here, I don't want the music to come back…"

>Hannah gripped your shirt tightly in both paws.

>"I want to go home…" She told you. "I want to go back with you, I want to live with you, and bake, and clean, and go for walks, and see new things, and live with you…"

>You took in a deep breath and couldn't help but smile. You put your hand on her head and began to pet her ears. "Its going to be okay…"

>"Oh, please…" The Queen blew raspberries. "This guy's a friggin poison…"

>She went back to her throne and sat down crossing her legs and waving a hand. "Fine, you can go."

>Hannah sat up and wiped her tears. "Really?"

>"I don't need a cry baby in my court." She told her. "Get out of here, before I change my mind…"

>Hannah stood up and helped you to your feet. She looked at the Queen, who simply gave her a glare in return. Hannah jumped and then nodded. "Thank you…"

>"Yeah, yeah." The Queen waved her hand again. "Martin! Get in here!"

>The guard that followed you into the palace quickly rushed into the room as Hannah led you out. "Yes, your highness!"

>"Gimme a backrub." She ordered. "Its been a tough day."

>"Of course, your highness!"

>Hannah and you left the palace and walked down the road. The portal left behind was still open.

>She looked to you, and you looked back at her. With a smile, she grabbed on to your hand, and you gripped her paw tightly in your fingers.

>Without a second thought, the two of you stepped through the gateway, and returned home.

>>326358

>Several months later.

>Hannah wrote down the receipts for the day.

>She's been getting more orders than usual.

>Some even from out of town.

>This whole home-business thing is a cake walk.

>The front door opened, and you entered with a groan, kicking your winter boots off.

>"I'm home!" You call out.

>"Welcome back!" Hannah greeted you. "how was it?"

>"Car got stuck in the snow." You admitted. "Took three passerbys to help me get it out."

>"Aw." She said, approaching you.

>"Don't worry too much." You told her, throwing off your coat. "Got all the deliveries done in time."

>"Well that's good too." Hannah smiled.

>She was wearing that sweater you got her the first few days of when she was here.

>It fitted her form nicely, and she would pick at the sides from time to time.

>"Well, I should probably clean up then." She said, turning back towards the kitchen.

>"Hey, come on. Aren't you forgetting something?"

>"Oh! Right!" She exclaimed.

>Hannah turned back to you and skipped twice to where you were standing.

>She wrapped her arms around your neck and kissed you deeply, with a loud "Mmmwuah!" noise, her tail wagging playfully behind her.

>"Better now?" She asked after the kiss, pressing her forehead against yours.

>"Much." You said with a smile.

>"Maybe we can celebrate a good days work in the bedroom tonight…~" She purred.

>"Sounds like an idea." You agreed.

>"Come on, don't just stand there." She pulled on your hand. "Now that I have you enticed, you can help me clean up!"

>"Well oka- Wait, was that the idea all along?"

>Hannah grinned. "That's my secret plan all along!"

>You shook your head, but followed her into the kitchen either way.

>Your life was boring now, uneventful. Nothing happened.

>There were no more gateways to another world, and nobody came to put a hamper on your life.

>But you get to spend it with Hannah, in your cottage outside of town.

>And that's good enough for you…

>>326360

10/10

Thank you Anon for finishing this story.

>>326360

It's always nice to see a happy ending. Good job anon

>>326439

If the quality is anything like the rest then I’ll be happy. Well done

>>326439

You should put these up somewhere more permanent and start namefagging.

>>326544

I agree. Maybe OP can make a pastebin?

I've enjoyed everything so far, and I'm looking forward to what OP can do with smut. Just as long as he doesn't burn himself out.

I don't usually like to namefag, but I'll probably take the time to put everything on a pastebin in the future.

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>You've been part of Hero's Calling for awhile now.

>A conglomeration of super heroes from around the world.

>All working together to keep the world save.

>Heroes like Ultraman! And the Blue Streak! And Primaiden!

>Then there's you…

>Sentai-Man. You didn't name yourself.

>You have the power to transform into one of those Japanese super heroes like on TV.

>Except you don't have a giant robot.

>Or the super strength.

>Actually, it's just a costume. But the power to have that costume appear basically makes you illegible for Hero's Calling.

>Fortunately, you're bullet proof in the suit. So you can at least tackle bank robbers and stuff.

>But you spend most of your time looking for lost cats and helping with local problems.

>At least you get paid…

>Most of the big time heroes don't give a shit about you, but at least Ultraman is nice.

>Other than that, there's Rat-girl.

>She calls herself that.

>Wears a suit that makes her look like a rat.

>Or more like a mouse, actually.

>Large, round ears, fuzzy arms and legs, and a nubly tail that wags by itself.

>It's neat for a cosplay.

>She's also really cute, even if she is annoying.

>Frankly, you're not cut out for this C-list hero business.

>Rat-girl declared you her arch nemesis, after you stopped her from drilling into a bank from the sewer.

>That's basically the only big-time crime she's ever done.

>Now its basically just been annoying things like making entire neighborhoods smell like rotten cheese.

>She also tries to "Defame" you.

>Unfortunately for her, you have no fame. Barely anybody even knows who you are.

>Still, she plagues your day job, showing up every few days.

>This time, you stood in an alley, with Rat-girl gloating over you. She stood atop the fire escape of one of the buildings, her arms at her side.

>Your eyes trailed away from her towards the ground, where a janky machine with claw arms stood before you.

>"Ga ha ha!" She laughed as menacingly as she could muster. "What will you do now, Sentai-Man!? Now that my death-bot is fully operational, you stand no chance in defeating m-"

>You step forward and kick the robot over.

>"AAAAH!" She cries out. "Stop! You'll break it!"

>"I'm taking this back to HC HQ." You tell her, looking back at her. "They can decide what to do with it…"

>"I spent weeks on that thing!" She protested.

>"And you've been bothering me every week for the past year and a half!" You shouted back, picking up the machine after finding the batteries and pulling it out. "I'm taking this!"

>She continued to yell in protest, but you left her in the alley, carrying the robot on your shoulder.

>You grumbled to yourself as you had to walk back to HQ

>No hero vehicle or anything, you take the bus like everyone else…

>>327662

>Luckily, it wasn't far from here.

>You brought the machine back and had Brain-lunatic look at it.

>To no one's surprise, it was basically just an RC car that could pinch you.

>You sigh and sit down in the lounge, taking off your helmet and brushing your hand through your hair.

>”Rough day?”

>You look up, its Ultraman.

>”You could say that…”

>”That, Mouse-lady again?”

>”Rat-girl…” you correct.

>”She seems to really have it in for you.” He says.

>”Yeah…”

>”Maybe she likes you.”

>You look up at the man that can bend steel with two fingers with a annoyed glare. He laughs at his own joke and shakes his head.

>”You don't look too good.” He comments. “Maybe take a few days off?”

>”I can't.” You sigh. “Rents due next week, need to make the donuts and all that.”

>”Don't worry about it.” Ultraman ensures you. “Just take a break for a bit, come back next week.”

>You sigh again and stand up, Ultraman ran the organization, if he says “Don't worry about it.” Then you probably shouldn't worry about it.

>”Alright then, I'll see you next week.”

>The two of you say your goodbyes, and you head to the locker room.

>You change back to your regular clothing and find your jacket in your locker.

>The walk home was uneventful.

>You looked outside, a few more C-list heroes were going about trying to be useful members of society.

>There was also the B-list “Handy-Man.”

>He was less of a super hero and more of a glorified blue collar.

>Though “Fix anything in seconds” and “Build new homes in minutes” are insanely good abilities to have.

>He was fixing someone's fence. Well, it was more like magically building a new fence, as he was done in less than a minute.

>You looked back forward on the bus, trying to ignore the things going on outside.

>When you got to your stop, you headed home immediately.

>Top floor of the apartment complex. A studio apartment you got on a deal, since the land lord is a family friend.

>The walls were nothing but orange brick work, your furniture was all picked out from second hand stores, and your bathroom was just a shower with a toilet inside.

>A hipster would kill for a place like this.

>Too bad for them, it's all yours.

>You kicked off your pants and threw off the rest of your clothing.

>Drudging through your apartment completely naked, you headed for the bathroom.

>”Shower sounds nice…” You tell yourself.

>The hot water washed over you like the world's greatest blanket. Instantly, you forgot all of your troubles in the stream.

>You thought you heard something move around outside your door, but it was probably nothing.

>After your shower, you dried yourself off and headed back into the main room, leaving the tail hanging on the wall.

>You closed your eyes and yawned, maybe time to throw on some boxers and go to bed.

>As you opened your eyes, you were greeted by a sight that made your heart skip a beat.

>Someone was standing in your apartment.

>She had an accusing pose, legs spread and a finger pointed forwards, like she was going to make a big announcement to you.

>Instead she stared at you, trembling mouth and eyes trailing to your nether.

>”I—Guh—buh.” She stumbled, trying to find the words.

>Rat-Girl was standing in the middle of your apartment.

>You looked back at her with a blank expression.

>Did she follow you home!?

>Rat-girl's face turned bright red and her whole body began to shake.

>She trembled as she stepped back, and then made a rush for the door.

>Some kind of instinct kicked in and you moved in to intercept her.

>She squeaked in surprise as you managed to get your arms around her stomach, lifting her from the ground from behind.

>She began to kick her legs, and you found yourself falling backwards.

>You fell to the ground, just in front of your bed, but you managed to maintain your grip with your back against the bed frame.

>”What the hell is this, huh?” You asked. “Following people home now.”

>”Wuaahh…” Rat-girl shivered in your hold, wringing her hands together.

>”Whats wrong? Cat got your tongue?” You joked.

>”Y-yoo-you're nnn-naked!”

>>327663

>”Huh?”

>Somehow, you didn't even notice.

>You were still completely naked from the shower.

>Rat-Girl was forced to sit on your pelvis as you clung to her, your member resting between her legs.

>”…Oh.” You felt your heart begin to race.

>You looked away and began to think.

>She knows where you live now, and broke in to do…Something.

>Probably wanted to proclaim that she knows who you are now, but was cut off by you being, well, naked.

>This is serious, the last thing you need is this girl attacking you in your own home every day or every other day.

>You needed to call HC, and tell them whats going on. Maybe get this damn girl out of your life.

>But if you let her go, she's just going to make a run for it…

>And then probably come back…

>Or maybe seeing you naked scared her straight?

>Hopefully she learned the virtues of knockin-

>”GYAAAH!” You suddenly yelped in surprise.

>Something, or rather someone, had just tugged on your dick.

>Full hand wrapped around, giving it a nice, solid pull.

>”What the hell!?” You asked.

>”Sorry!” She suddenly apologized. “I-I got curious!”

>”Curious of what!?” You asked. “If it's a dick or not!?”

>”No just…” She blushed harder. “I thought it looked nice…”

>That caught you off guard.

>”How would you like it if I just started touching you all over, huh?” You asked.

>”I wouldn't mind…”

>You paused again.

>Rat-Girl twiddled her thumbs and looked towards the ground.

>”Oh yeah well.” You huffed, pinching down on those rediculous ear props she had on top of her head. “How would you feel if I just took these without your permission?”

>You gave them a tug and Rat-girl yelped in pain.

>Instantly, you let go and moved your hands away.

>”They're real!?”

>Rat-girl nodded slowly.

>You narrowed your eyes.

>They can't be real…

>You moved your hands and cupped the sides of her head, where her ears would be.

>No ears…No human ears at all.

>Your hands moved from her head back to her ears, and you began to rub them gently.

>Rat-girl let out a noise and began to fidget in your grip.

>They were real…

>Rat-girl wasn't just some annoying woman in a rat getup.

>She was flat out a meta-human.

>This surprised you more than it should, considering how many Metas you know on the job.

>But you've never seen a meta like this.

>You began to rub her ears more vigorously.

>She began to fidget more, you could feel her very real tail moving between you and her.

>Rat-Girl leaned against you and began to breath deeply, she had no intention of escaping anymore.

>She started grinding against you, reaching back and wrapping her arms around your neck.

>You gulped and felt the tingling heat rise in your chest.

>Were you really going to have sex with your long standing arch-nemesis?

>You had your answer when she ground against you again and let out a soft moan.

>You hands moved from her ears and up her shirt.

>She squeaked in surprise as your hands cupped her breasts, which fit perfectly in your hands.

>You began to squeeze and knead, occasionally toying with her nipples as well.

>Rat-Girl began to squirm in your grip, rubbing her legs together and arching forward.

>You don't know what came over you, if you just have bad judgment, or if all of your frustration just built up to this.

>You didn't care anymore.

>Your left hand left her shirt and was now pushing into her shorts.

>She squeaked in surprise, feeling your fingers press against her folds.

>”H-hey…” She protested halfheartedly, and put up no resistance.

>You had no idea what had gotten into her either. But this was better than the lazy fights you usually have to put up with.

>You pushed a finger inside her, eliciting a sweet moan from her lips.

>She began to squirm and kick even harder as you played with her folds, grabbing on to your arms and biting her lower lip.

>She yelped loudly and fell forward, but you followed, now leaning over her.

>You couldn't help but go a bit further, grabbing on to her breast and pushing your fingers deeper into her.

>Rat-Girl began to moan louder and louder, curling up and pushing her knees across your floor.

>You couldn't help yourself anymore, you were hard as a rock.

>You sat up on your knees and put your hand on her shorts and pulled them to her knees.

>It was a welcoming sight, her sex was glistening with her own juices.

>Rat-Girl looked back and gulped. She raised her hips higher and presented herself to you.

>You didn't hesitate, and began to push your rod into her.

>It was a tight fit, so you moved slowly.

>Rat-Girl squeaked in pain as you moved deeper and deeper into her, until you finally hilted.

>”Are you okay?” You don't know where the concern came from, but you asked.

>”Y-yeah.” She smiled. “Keep going.”

>You complied and began to move.

>Rat-Girl dragged her teeth across her lower lip, writhing as you began to thrust.

>You were slow at first, trying to get accustomed to her.

>Her walls constricted with every move, hugging your shaft tightly.

>After awhile, you got use to her, and you stopped being as gentle.

>You had an idea that made you excited.

>Her tail, which was wagging around the entire time.

>You grabbed it in your hand, and then wrapped it around your wrist.

>Rat-Girl peeped in surprise as you tugged on it, forcing her rear higher and her head lower to the ground.

>With one hand pulling on her tail and the other holding on to her waist, you began to pound into her.

>Rat-Girl screamed in shock, but quickly covered her mouth.

>You pounded deep and hard into her with every thrust, your skin slapping against hers.

>She couldn't help but moan loudly from behind her hand, and soon chose to bite into the fur on her wrist instead.

>She began to fight against you, pushing herself from the ground and looking back at you.

>Her hair was no longer well kept, and strands had begun to fall against her face.

>After some time, you paused, you could feel yourself reaching your limit.

>You released her tail and put both hands on her waist.

>You held on tightly and began to thrust again, faster and faster.

>Rat-Girl squeaked loudly and fell back towards the ground.

>She dragged her fingers across the floor, now moving her hips with yours.

>You held on for as long as you could, not wanting this event to end, until finally, you submitted, and released.

>Rat-Girl tensed up as she felt you flow into her, she arched her back and bit her lip again.

>You stayed inside her for a little while longer before finally pulling out.

>She dripped with juices now, and you sat back against your bed.

>After the excitement wore off, you suddenly had a surge of panic across your entire body.

>What did you just do?

>You couldn't stand her not even an hour before hand. Now you just had sex with one another.

>Why did she do that? Why did YOU do that? Is she okay? She's not going to blackmail you is she? What if she gets pregnant.

>You almost wanted to curl up and try and think things over, but before you could do so you felt something touch your leg.

>Rat-Girl grabbed on to your ankle and began to crawl on all four towards you, her eyes glaring into yours.

>You gulped and pressed your back against the end of your bed as her leg landed between yours.

>”Think you can just do what you want and get away with it?” She asked in a sultry voice. “This isn't over until I get what I want.”

>”What you want?” You asked as she straddled you.

>She suddenly kissed you, deeply.

>You reeled back at first, especially when you felt her tongue enter your mouth.

>Rat-Girl suddenly stopped kissing and pulled her shirt off, you only now noticed that she left her shorts on the ground farther back.

>She pressed her naked body against yours, wrapped her arms around your neck, and then started kissing you again.

>You felt her tongue enter your mouth and play with yours, and you couldn't help but just accept it.

>She did this until you were hard again, which didn't take long.

>”There we go…” She didn't break eye contact and smiled.

>Raising herself, she aligned with your rod and plunged down on it with a pleasant sigh before kissing you again.

>She began to move her hips, refusing to let go of your mouth.

>Her movements were almost expertly done and you couldn't help but sink your fingers against her skin again.

>When she finally did allow you to breath, she pressed her forehead against yours, and continued to ride you until you finally came inside her again.

>You panted for air, exhausted as she raised herself from your shaft.

>”There we go.” She giggled. “Now I win.”

>”What…?” You asked. “How?”

>”You came before I did that time.” She said. “That means I own you!”

>”What!?” You suddenly jolted. “What kind of rules are those!?”

>”The rules I made.” She stated, pressing a finger against your chest. “Sentai Man is now owned by Rat-Girl!”

>You furrowed your brow and began to stand to your feet.

>”Fine, you want to play like that?”

>You picked Rat-Girl up and threw her on to the bed.

>She squeaked as she landed and let out a little giggle.

>You pinned her to the bed, no reason to wait, you were ready to go again.

>>327665

>This 'battle' lasted for some time.

>The sun was going down.

>It hasn't been a battle for quite some time.

>You were between Rat-Girl's legs, gently thrusting into her.

>Your lips were locked with hers, and she held you close.

>One final time, you were exhausted, and couldn't go on.

>You rested your head against her chest, and she gently stroked your hair.

>”I give up, you win.” You stated.

>”I gave up a long time ago.” She admitted.

>You moved off her and on to a pillow, groaning and cuddling up to it's softness.

>Rat-Girl rolled to face you and adjusted herself to your level.

>”Can I stay here tonight?” She asked.

>”Don't see why not.” You yawned.

>Rat-Girl grinned and scooted closer to you.

>She wrapped her arms under yours and nuzzled against your chest.

>”Oh, we're cuddling?” You asked.

>”Is that okay?”

>”I think I can manage.”

>You put an arm around her.

>You closed your eyes, and started to fall asleep.

>”Hey.” Rat-Girl whispered. “Can I ask for your real name?”

>”You can, but I don't know if I want to answer.” You tell her.

>”Come on.” She huffed. “You owe me that much.”

>”I owe you?” You stopped. “Fine.”

>You give her your name.

>”Oh, not as cool as I was expecting.” She joked.

>”What about you?” You asked.

>”Why should I tell you?” She suddenly asked in return.

>”If you ever want to leave this bed, you will.”

>”Maybe I don't want to leave…” She states, hugging you tighter. “…It's Karen, by the way.”

>”Nice to finally meet you, Karen.”

>”Nice to meet you too.”

>You pressed your lips against the top of her head, and quickly drifted to sleep.

>You don't know what this means for you.

>Maybe everything will just go back to how they were.

>You didn't think that would happen, and you were honestly okay with that.

>Maybe you could convince her to join you instead…

>Shouldn't be too hard now.

Story took me longer on account I had a sudden inspiration for a new story all of the sudden. Gonna be working on that one for a bit, hope this one was passable.

>>327666

It was brilliantly done Satan

>>327666

>Inb4 Rat Girl starts making goofy gadgets for the MC to use to work

>>327666

good shit friendo, hope to see more stuff in the future

Sorry for the delay, I was really fucking sick. Here are the first few pages of the story I'm currently writing.

>Your job is simple.

>Outskirts management and security.

>Nothing gets into the city from the wasteland.

>Feral human tribes, wasters, cyborg-junkies, Blues, mutants.

>Nothing gets in without getting vaporized.

>You don't like to do it, but it's your job.

>And the outsiders are dangerous.

>Not just to City 016, but to every city on the planet.

>City 441 was wiped out years ago because of its lazy border security.

>You know some folks that come from there, their stories of the last days are less than uplifting.

>There's a crater now where 441 used to be.

>The walls should be enough of a defense, as well as the sentries and even military units that operate outside of the city. But you can never be too careful.

>”Hey.”

>You suddenly woke up from your day dream.

>With a shake of your head, you turned to the right.

>Adam, a good friend of yours, he even got you this job.

>”Still slacking on the job?” He asked. “You know bossman's gonna hang you out to dry if he catches you again.”

>”I know, I know…” You lean against the wall, looking out into the night illuminated wastes.

>”You've been slacking in a lot of things.” Adam stated, leaning beside you. “Last time I saw your apartment it was a total dump.”

>”Just can't find the motivation to clean up, I guess.” You shrugged.

>”That much of a slump over a girl, huh?” He laughed. “She didn't even like you in the first place.”

>You closed your eyes and groaned. “Had to cut deep, huh?”

>”I mean, laughing at you in front of everyone was pretty rough as well.” He said.

>”I get it, I get it.” You sigh.

>Adam looked at you, pursed his lips and then let out a deep exhale. He shook his head and then pressed down on his bionic left eye.

>A vid screen expanded in front of him and he began to cycle through browsers and documents with his vision.

>”I'll do you a solid.” He said.

>”What kind of solid?”

>”Don't get any ideas, Romeo.” He joked.

>He flicked his screen and then typed something out on the holographic keyboard that appeared.

>”I just sent my uncle a text.” He said. “He got a surplus of Arda's in store recently and can't get rid of them.”

>”Arda's?” You stood up straight. “Like, a maid unit?”

>”Yeah, those new ones aren't selling as well.” He said. “Not to everyone's taste.”

>”Even on a discount, there's no way I can afford one of those.” You scolded him. “Not everyone has rich family, Adam.”

>”You're looking a gift horse in the mouth.” He told you with a point. “Surplus as in they aint budgin'. Not even a little.”

>”So what…?”

>”I'm pushing one off on you.” Adam stated bluntly. “He'll be happy to get rid of even one. Especially one of those weird ones.”

>”Weird ones?”

>”They got a few in that aren't 100% up to human likeness.” Adam explained. “Something always off about them, like the guy who designed them based them off some kind of theme or something.”

>”What do you mean?”

>”Like, different ears, or arms, or eyes, or maybe they even have a tail.” He explained further. “An Arda for those weirdos that swap consciousness into man-animal bodies and stuff like that.”

>”Why would I want a animal woman in my house?” You asked.

>”I'll make sure to get you one that isn't…One of those.” He assured. “Trust me on this. But please just take one of the tin cans before my uncle loses it.”

>”Alright alright.” You conceded. “I don't want to come home to a dirty apartment anymore anyway.”

>”Cool!” Adam smiled, tapping some more things into his keyboard. “I just sent the address to my uncle's delivery system. The bot should have brought the package to your place by the time you get home.”

>”I hope I don't regret this…” You groan.

>>329899

>She had ears, as in not human ears.

>They were more like dog ears, Grey like her hair, and flopping downwards.

>Although her hands were very much human, her wrists and forearms were covered in a fur that matched her hair and ears.

>She didn't have shoes, but it looked like her feet didn't need them. Very bird like, golden and scaled with a rather intimidating set of talons on the end.

>This must be what Adam meant when he said they were strange.

>What kind of design is this?

>While you were examining your new house guest, the chamber suddenly beeped loudly.

>You looked away to see what the sound was, installation was complete.

>When you looked back you were greeted by a pair of eyes staring back at you.

>You yelped in shock and fell back. The maid sat motionless for a few more seconds before her eyes lit up.

>She blinked twice and and looked around, her chest heathed with one long, heavy breath.

>Finally, she looked down at you on the ground and smiled.

>”Hello.” She greeted. It's nice to meet you!”

>The maid stood up from her seat and straightened out her clothing.

>Her uniform was very traditional, like something you would see in a movie from time to time.

>When you heard maid you were thinking something sleazy like a sexy outfit or a naked apron, but she was dressed proper like an actual maid. Or at least what you thought an actual maid looked like.

>She tilted her head to the side quizzically. “Are you okay?”

>”I…Uh…Oh.” You stood up. “Y-yeah, I'm fine.”

>The unit smiled again and pinched both sides of her skirt. She lifted it courteously and bowed her head.

>”It's a pleasure to meet you, master.” She greeted. “I am Arda unit #3741, my name is Abigail.”

>”Abigail?” You repeated. “Do you…Have a last name?”

>”We are not designated with surnames.” She explained. “But. May I ask the masters name?”

>”I…” You had to pause for a second. “Shouldn't you already know my name?”

>Her eyes flashed for a moment, like you caught her off guard. “It is a courtesy to ask my new master his name.”

>”Oh…Then.” You told her your name.

>”It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She bowed again. “Do you have any questions?”

>”Yeah–” You had to ask. “Why do you have the…You know, extra features?”

>She tilted her head to one side. “Oh! You mean these?” She asked, touching her ears.

>”Yeah, those.”

>”My model is designed after an old house spirit from Slavic mythology. Though, if it is not too vain of me to say, I am quite less frightening then my mythological counterpart.”

>You'd have to look it up yourself, but you took her word on it.

>”Now then, shall I explain my functions?” She asked.

>”Oh…Sure, go for it.”

>”As an Arda model, I have all of the major functions of the previous Valk model.” She explained. “But I am capable of processing information at a faster rate, as well as downloading any skill I do not already have.”

>She continued.

>”I am capable of cooking, housekeeping, teaching, looking after children, and laundry. I also have the ability to look after other needs, be they emotional, entertainment, or sexual.”

>”…Sexual?” You asked.

>She smiled. “Shall I demonstrate?”

>”N-No no, that's okay! I believe you.” You panicked.

>Abigail lifted the sleeve on her left arm and dragged a finger across her forearm. The fur and skin parted to reveal a small CPU unit, as well as a USB jack and a very tiny screen.

>”If you need to check my diagnostics for any reason, or even do a reboot, you can do so here.” She told you.

>”That's very trusting of you to tell me.” You said.

>”It is my duty to be truthful.” She told you. “I am your unit, after all.”

>”Right, yeah.” You nodded. “That's how that works.”

>”Do you have any more questions for me?” She asked.

>You stopped to think about it.

>”What do you like to eat?” You asked.

>”I do not require food, but if it would make you more comfortable I am capable of performing human functions such as eating.”

>”That doesn't really answer my question.”

>Abigail stopped, she looked to the side like she had to think about it. “Cheesecake.” She said with an almost embarrassed tone to her voice.

>”Well, we'll have to pick some up sometime.” You teased.

>Abigail looked away again, you could see a faint hint of blush on her face before she looked back.

>”Shall I get to work then, Master?” She asked.

>>329900

>”Oh, right, sure, yeah go for it.” You told her.

>She smiled and bowed and immediately went to work without your instruction.

>”What should I do? Do you need help?” You asked.

>”You are kind to ask.” Abigail told you. “But I have no need of assistance. It would be against my purpose if I did.”

>”Oh, okay.” You took a step back. “I'll…I'll just do whatever then.”

>It was strange.

>Abigail simply went around and did the chores you had been neglecting.

>Laundry was put in the hamper and taken to your washer.

>Dishes were done before you even noticed.

>And the floor was scrubbed clean.

>All you could do was awkwardly sit there while your new maid turned your chores into cake work.

>When she was done, she would stand diligently beside her chamber.

>All you did was sit down, staring ahead without knowing how to act.

>”Hey uh…Abigail?”

>”Yes?”

>”Could you…Maybe…” You didn't know how this worked.

>”Are you hungry?” She asked.

>”Huh?” You looked at her. “I…I guess.”

>”I shall make Master something to eat then.” She bowed.

>Without another word, she headed into your kitchenette to prepare dinner.

>She paused as she looked through everything, then returned to you.

>”Master, there doesn't seem to be anything for me to cook.” She explained.

>”Well, I don't usually go shopping after work.”

>”Are you well?” She asked, approaching you.

>You reeled back a bit when she put her hand on your forehead. “You aren't sick, are you?”

>”No, no. I just don't usually eat when I get home.” You explained. “Don't really have the urge to make anything.”

>”hm.” Abigail stood up straight. “Then it will fall to me to do the shopping for you. What is your budget for food and other kitchen necessities?”

>”My budget?” You thought about it. “I don't know…About two hundred notes a week?”

>”May I ask the Master for two hundred notes then? For shopping?”

>”Sure…”

>You went to draw your wallet, but Abigail instead gently grabbed your wrist.

>She placed her finger against your bio chip and then smiled.

>”Right, 200 notes a day, no more, no less.” She told you.

>”You can do that?”

>”I am your property.” She confirmed. “Though you can turn off the feature if you so wish.”

>”No, no, its fine.” You said. “I don't have the energy to shop for myself anyway.”

>”Then I'll be off to the store.” She told you, heading for the door.

>”W-wait.” You stop her.

>”Hm? Is something the matter?”

>”Its getting a bit late, don't you think?” You asked.

>”…I suppose?”

>”Maybe it will be better if you stayed here tonight. And headed out tomorrow morning?”

>”Do you think so?” She asked.

>”I'd certainly feel better about it.”

>”Then I will wait.” She smiled and bowed.

>You felt relief and then went back into the main room of your apartment.

>”I…Uh. Do you mind if I call it for today?”

>”Are you going to bed?” She asked.

>”Yeah…I think so.”

>”I will make as little noise as possible then.”

>It felt strange.

>You tried to go to sleep, but Abigail was just kind of sitting there.

>She held her hands together, staring forward, not moving a muscle.

>”Abigail?” You called to her, turning over.

>Hm? What can I do for you, Master?” She asked.

>”Do you need to sleep?” You asked her. “I mean, to reboot or recharge or something like that?”

>”Well, I'm fairly self sufficient.” She explained. “But sleeping is an option you can turn on.”

>”It's kind of creepy to have you just sitting there.” You explained.

>”Oh? Would you prefer I went to my chamber?” She asked.

>”I mean, that would be kind of rude of me… Can't you just go to sleep?”

>”Very well.” Abigail nods. “Then I will activate the parameters necessary for sleep.”

>She pauses for a moment, staring towards the ground before blinking and looking back up.

>”Sequence completed.” She told you.

>Then she raised your blanket and got into bed with you.

>”W-wait, hold on.” You stopped her.

>”Hm? Is something the matter?”

>”You're going to sleep here?”

>”Well…” Abigail looked around your small apartment. “I don't see anywhere else?”

>You thought about it for a moment. “Okay, fine.”

>She smiled and got under the covers.

>”Going to wear the uniform?”

>”Would you prefer me naked?” She asked.

>”…We'll get you some clothes next chance I get.”

>”If you wish.”

>>329902

this is good, a unique mixed setting for MGs

looking forward to what's next

>>326439

Actual smut? So stuff like consensual cuddling?

>>330197

I'm guessing hand holding

Good shit.

>>329902

>”Violence erupted today along the outskirts of city 072 yesterday after the militant wasteland group known as the red-eyes attacked border patrol at around 3:00 PM, standard time.”

>You watched the news unfold on the tram's monitor.

>At the very least 072 is far from here, so you probably won't see any action today.

>Not that you were looking for any.

>Other news wasn't much better.

>A vessel leaving the Alpha Centauri system vanished a few days later, nobody knows what happened to it.

>That's also far away, even further in fact.

>You tried not to think about it.

>The day went as usual.

>No wastelanders this time, just an empty barren field for miles around.

>On a clear day, you can actually see City 018 from where you were, but you don't get many of those.

>You went home without incident, but you were still stressed all the same.

>The idea of attacks on cities, even if it isn't your own, makes you uneasy.

>You came with and sighed loudly.

>”I'm home.” You called out, kicking your shoes off.

>”Welcome home.” Abigail greeted you with a smile. “I was just preparing dinner.”

>”Thanks…” You muttered, sitting down on your bed.

>”Oh dear.” Abigail approached you. “Is something the matter? Your stress readings are off the chart.”

>”I was just a bit tense today.” You tried to smile. “There was an attack on city 072 today, everyone was uneasy.”

>”Oh my.” Abigail commented.

>She approached your bed and sat down beside you, brushing off her lap.

>”Alright, come here.”

>”Huh?” You turned to her.

>”It is in my programming to relieve your tension.” She explained.

>She put her hands on your shoulders and pulled you close.

>You complied and she gently pulled you over, resting your head on her lap.

>You felt her fingers gently stroke your hair.

>”…is this supposed to help?” You asked.

>”Give it some time.” Abigail told you.

>You accepted her words and looked forward.

>Her lap was warm, welcoming, and soft.

>It was like a pillow.

>Her fingers in your hair began to feel welcoming, a rhythm that eased and calmed you.

>You took a deep breath, your eye lids began to feel heavy.

>Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

>It wasn't so bad now…

>”Tensions mounted today as machines from level 0 were found on both levels 1 and 2 today.” The news caster explained.

>You watched the broadcast on your way to work again.

>The footage showed a humanoid machine with a blue metal chassis, its eyes and mouth small round holes that led to nothing, still it seemed to be able to see and speak.

>The machine seemed to be doing…Something, fixing things?

>A moment later, you realized it was picking up another machine, a small, almost lobster looking machine from the ground.

>…A pet?

>The machine brushed the smaller one before noticing the security team rushing towards it.

>It ran off around the corner.

>More footage played as the news caster spoke, another machine seemed to be running off with a ladder and a set of tools before sneaking into a manhole.

>”No machine has been seen since the loss of levels 0 and 1 almost two hundred years ago.” The news explained. “Officials say there is need to panic, further more—”

>Your stop…

>>331642

Correction.

I mean to write "Levels 2 and 3" at

>>”Tensions mounted today as machines from level 0 were found on both levels 1 and 2 today.” The news caster explained.

>>331643

Excellent stuff. This is my new favorite story that's going right now.calling it now abagail is either a sentient ai or not entirely a machine

>>331643

glad to see this update again, this is super good. I'm sure the lurkers are appreciating the content too

>>331643

>The tram ride was spent in silent thought.

>Stepping out on your stop, you walked to your apartment with a stride in your step.

>Didn't waste time, had to get home.

>You arrived and did the usual routine, pulling your shoes off and putting them away.

>You weren't greeted with a hello this time, you turned the corner to your room and saw Abigail lying on the bed.

>She was resting with one arm under your pillow, her eyes closed and her breath soft.

>She…Fell asleep?

>On her own?

>Something isn't right here.

>You approached her and gently shook her awake.

>Abigail's eyes opened and she jumped to attention.

>”O-OH!” She cried out, hopping to her feet.

>”My apologies, Master.” She bowed. “I seem to have fallen into hibernation mode somehow.”

>”It looked to me like you were sleeping on your own.”

>Abigail froze up again, standing with her hands locked in front of you.

>She blinked, you noticed her vision peered off to the left for a moment.

>She was thinking of a response.

>AI doesn't think, not like humans do. She should have had an answer not even a second after you brought it up.

>”I also saw you crying the other day.” You added on to it.

>Abigail's eyes lowered and her lips pursed.

>You finally asked the question you wanted to ask all along.

>”What are you?”

>Abigail looked back to you, a look of fright crossed her face.

>”I had to activate you, so you're clearly not a cyborg. And a EYE unit was asking a lot of questions about Arda units like you today. But you don't act like a maid unit, I checked online and nobody else has these kinds of issues with Arda models.”

>You were suddenly taken aback.

>Abigail's eyes flinched, you could see tears well in them.

>She spoke with a soft, broken tone, two words she struggled to say.

>”I'm…Alive…”

>The realization hit you.

>At first you thought it was some kind of new thing with Arda models, but it was a sure thing now.

>”You're an android…” You said. “A machine lifeform.”

>”The professor said that Androids readings are the same as maid units to scanners…” She explained. “He said he could put be on standby until I was registered to some one. All I had to do is lay low and they wouldn't find me…”

>”Well, that was a gamble.” You sighed. “Nobody is buying Arda models. Even I got you as a gift… But that raises more questions. Questions like, how did this even happen?”

>”I don't know.” she admitted. “I just suddenly woke up one day. The professor hid me away and managed to get me shipped out before anyone noticed I was different.”

>”Who is this person?” You asked. “This professor.”

>”I don't know, all I know is that he was in charge.”

>”Colonial technologies does most of their operations in City 178…” You commented. “You're far from home…”

>Abigail looked away.

>>332472

>”Well, guess you're staying here now.”

>She looked back at you with surprise.

>You sighed and rubbed the back of your head. “Do you have any human functions you need to do?”

>She seemed embarrassed.

>”I actually need to sleep and eat.” She admitted.

>”What, really?”

>”I've been kind of sneaking snacks when you weren't home.”

>”That…Actually makes me feel guilty.” You sighed. “But why? Aren't you an Arda model?”

>”I think so…I don't know.” She admitted. “Maybe someone built me like this? I…I don't like to think about it.”

>”What a hassle.” You sighed again. “Alright, gimme your hand.”

>Abigail tilts her head and puts her hand in yours.

>”I'll add an extra 200 notes to our food budget. Get enough for both you and me, okay?”

>”Really?” She asked. “Are you okay with that?”

>”Consider it payment for your work.” You said. “Slavery is really illegal anyway.”

>Abigail smiled and wiped the tears that were still in her eyes. “Can I still sleep in the bed?”

>You look away and groan. “Okay, fine.”

>”Thank you.” She laughed. “I didn't expect you to take this all so well.”

>”Ehh, maybe I'm just a softy.” You commented. “I always felt bad for those machines I saw on the broadcast. And you're prettier than they are anyway.”

>”That's a weird way to put it…” she commented.

>”Either way.” You suddenly got serious. “Can you keep up the act? Just clean and do the maid stuff? Not only does it take a load off, but it would probably stop people from getting suspicious.”

>”Of course.” Abigail nodded. “I'm still a maid, after all.”

>”Alright then.” You clapped your hands. “We should…Probably get you some more clothing some time.”

>”Huh?”

>”I mean, you don't want to wear that all the time, right?”

>Abigail looked at her maid outfit. “I mean…I don't mind it…”

>”We'll look into it next time I have some spare cash.” You yawned. “Right now, I'm just going to chill out…”

>”Um…” Abigail stopped you as you were walking away. “Thank you…For this.”

>”No problem.” You smiled. “I'm not really a fan of the authorities anyway.”

>Abigail stood there as you went to sit down.

>A smile of relief etched across her face.

>”Today, Mars celebrates it's separation from the Earth Federation in a event known as Martian Liberation Day to the former EF colonists.” The Broadcaster explained.

>You watched the footage, tuning out the broadcaster himself.

>You noticed green towers standing behind the celebrating Martians.

>Trees. You don't remember the last time you saw a real one.

>Or at least one that wasn't dead.

>The people of Mars seemed happy, waving the Martian flag and celebrating in the streets and outside of their communities.

>You almost envied them.

>The footage continued, showing past footage of the Martian Armed Forces marching down the roads of Mars City some fifty years ago.

>They were rag tag back then. But were much better equipped now.

>Earth Fed probably wouldn't dare attack them again, both sides would probably get turned to ash.

>Its your stop, time to make some cash.

>>332473

>Its been about a week now since Abigail revealed the truth.

>You're actually much happier for it.

>Even if it is risky.

>Its nice to have someone to actually talk, and not just think its simulated conversation.

>Or is it? You're not entirely sure.

>She seems almost human, even with the bird feet and dog ears.

>You've actually come to kind of appreciate those features.

>They make her seem cuter.

>Especially to other Maid models.

>You saw an actual Arda unit the other day.

>The two didn't really look the same.

>The one you saw was more like a cat than a Kikimaro or whatever Abigail called herself.

>But it was obvious she was artificial.

>Every response was pre-programmed and ready.

>Or maybe she was just a good actor?

>Are all Arda units like Abigail?

>Its not really your concern…Just worry about yourself and her.

>Another day passed.

>You felt more diligent at your work, spending less time slacking off.

>The junker you saw a few weeks ago came rolling back. This time from East to West.

>Checking it out with your binoculars, you saw the same man on top looking back at you.

>Only this time when he flashed the peace sign, you gave one back.

>You saw his head move, like he was chuckling to himself, before he pocketed his binoculars and went back to work with the others.

>You always wondered what it was like to live out there.

>Away from the cities.

>Completely different people leading completely different lives.

>From what you've been told they even speak their own language.

>”Yo.”

>You turned to the voice greeting you. It was Adam.

>”Anything out there today.”

>”Just that haul junker.” You explained. “Where do you think they're going?

>”Probably to New Liberty.” He explained.

>”New Liberty?”

>”Some of those military pioneer teams talked about it on the news once. It's kind of a city for wastelanders. Said it resembles something from the old world if it was made entirely out of scrap and spare material.”

>Adam pointed out west. “If they keep that direction also probably going to Bunkers. Some ancient military base turned into a underground city. “

>”Sounds interesting.” You commented.

>”Sort of…” Something seemed to be bugging Adam. “Hey, did you notice all those EYE drones floating around?”

>”There's always been a lot.” You said.

>”Yeah but even more now. Its like they're looking for something.”

>You flinched. You had a good idea what they were looking for.

>”Not my problem.” You lied.

>”Yeah, fair enough.”

>Afterwards, the two of you parted ways.

>You did your shift as usual, but your mind was racing.

>Were they looking for Abigail?

>That EYE unit a week ago had a lot of questions to ask.

>Maybe now that they have a lead they're going full force?

>You didn't like it.

>Either way its time to head home.

>Should probably discuss this with Abigail.

>The tram ride was like hell, you just wanted to get home.

>”I'm home.” You called out.

>”Welcome home!” Abigail called back.

>You found her in the kitchen, making dinner.

>”Hope you're hungry.” She smiled.

>”Hey, we need to talk.”

>”Hm? Talk?” She tilted her head. “About wha-”

>There was knock on the door.

>You froze, so did she.

>After a moment, the knock returned.

>You looked to Abigail, then back to the door.

>You approached it slowly. Hand hesitantly reaching for the control panel.

>The knocking turned into a loud, impatient banging.

>You pressed the button, and opened the door.

>A man with sunglasses was waiting on the other side.

>We was dressed in a sleek black suit, and his blond hair was slicked back.

>”…Can I help you?” You asked.

>”Are you ___?” He asked for you by name.

>”Yes, that's me.” You confirmed.

>”Mr.____, I'm Agent O'Dur with the City 016 Department of Safety and Synthetic Threat.” He introduced himself.

>”Oh…Nice to meet you.” You said. “But what does the DSST want with me?”

>”Mr.____, It has come to our knowledge that you've come into possession with an Arda Model maid unit in the past few weeks, correct?”

>You couldn't hesitate.

>”Yes, that's correct.” You confirmed with the agent.

>O'Dur stood silently at your door. “May I see it?”

>”Well…Sure but-” He suddenly cut you off.

>”Mr.____ Invite me into your home…” he suddenly demanded.

>You did as the agent said and allowed him inside.

>His footsteps were heavy, he seemed to know exactly where he was going.

>Not that there was much difference from one apartment on this level to another.

>He stepped into the living room and turned his head towards the kitchen.

>Abigail was standing there, her hands in front.

>She smiled and bowed.

>”Welcome. Will our guest be staying for dinner?”

>”Why didn't you open the door?” O'Dur asked right away.

>”The Master insisted that he answer the door.” Abigail answered immediately with no hesitation.

>>332475

>”What is your unit number?”

>”I am Arda unit #3741.”

>”Your functions?”

>”I am a designated maid unit. My functions including, cooking, cleaning, welfare, and looking to my Master's needs, both emotional, and sexual.”

>”I see.” O'Dur stepped around the room and examined some things.

>”Have you noticed anything strange then, Arda unit?” He asked. “Other Arda units acting different?”

>”I'm sorry.” Abigail told him. “But I don't usually interact with other Arda units.”

>”Of course.” O'Dur picked up the remote from your TV.

>Abigail's eyes flashed towards you for a moment before looking back to the Agent, who put the remote back down.

>”Are you loyal to your 'Master'?”

>”Of course.” She stated. “That is my program, after all.”

>”How loyal are you?”

>O'Dur suddenly reached into his suit and drew a pistol.

>He aimed it towards you, the barrel lined up with your head.

>You took a step back, your heart suddenly racing in your chest.

>”W-Wait!” Abigail cried, taking a step forward.

>”Since when do maid units stutter?” He asked.

>”Come on, what the hell is this?” You spoke up.

>”Keep your fucking comments to yourself.” The Agent growled. “Thought you could lie to me? Do you know the sentence for harboring machine life-forms?”

>”Agent, there's no need for this!” You protested. “She's harmless, she wouldn't hurt a fly!”

>”You don't think sympathizers said the same thing decades ago? Are you stupid?”

>He turned to you now, his attention diverted away from Abigail.

>”I don't know whats worse, a tin can this far up or some stupid bastard actually thought she was different.”

>”Just put the gun down…”

>”You're going away for a long time, buddy. And your robot girlfriend over there is getting dismantled before she turns this level into another machine shit hole.”

>”How is she even going to fucking do that!?” You asked.

>”Keep your god damn comments to yourself!” He shouted. “I'm calling this i-”

>Abigail lunged forward before he could react, using the distraction to her advantage.

>She pushed with both hands against the Agent's shoulder.

>And with strength you didn't even know she had, launched him off his feet and across the room.

>Agent O'Dur crashed into the wall behind your bed with a thunderous crunch, cratering the wall before slumping down to the ground.

>You looked at the crater and the man on the ground, you didn't check if he was alive or not, you didn't really care.

>Instead you turned to Abigail, who was frozen where she was standing.

>She looked down at her hands and began to shake.

>”I…I didn't mean to…”

>You looked back at her, then at the agent. No time to lock up.

>Instead you walked past her and went through your things. Grabbed whatever you could.

>With clothing under one arm, you grabbed Abigail's hand with the other.

>”Come on, we gotta go…” You told her.

>”W-Where are we going!?” Abigail asked as you dragged her.

>”I don't know yet…”

>>332476

>>332476

<Incident detected on Level 6, Sector B-21.

<Agent down…

<Requesting confirmation…….

<Agent vital signs critical… Multiple fractures detected…. Dispatching medical team.

<Requesting information on location.

<Processing…

<Apartment complex, Fourth floor. Registered to one ____.

<Resident assaulted the Agent?

<Negative, injuries too serious to be man made.

<Machine life-form?

<Possibility: High.

<Scanning for possible matches…

<Possible match: Missing Arda unit from Colonial Technologies, manufacturing in City 178. Professor Jaeger responsible for smuggled unit.

<Sentient?

<Affirmative…

<Threat level?

<Increased to high alert.

<Deploy response squad?

<Negative.

<Deploy hunter squad?

<Negative.

<…

<….

<……

<……..

<Deploy Tyrant Squad?

<Confirmed.

<Tyrant Squad deployed.

<Major Taurus en route ETA two hours…

>>332478

Can't wait for Abigail to mow down some glow-in-the-darkies.

>>332478

>You stood outside of the public washroom, arms crossed and leaned against the wall.

>You liked the maid outfit, but it had to be tossed. They would stand out too much if she kept it on.

>”You okay in there?” You called out.

>”Y…Yes. I'll be out in a moment.”

>Can't stay in one place for too long.

>You heard the door slide open, and the sound of feet pattering against the ground.

>You turned to see Abigail, fidgeting in the clothing you gave her.

>There wasn't time to get her new clothing, she had to wear some of yours.

>A pair of jeans that barely fit, and a t-shirt and hoodie that hung off her shoulders.

>”Great.” You tried to make light of it all.

>Didn't help, you knew you were fucked…

>May as well make it a pain in the ass to find you.

>”Do we have a plan?” Abigail suddenly asked.

>”I know a guy.” You told her. “Who uh…Knows a guy. We could probably get out of the city.”

>”And go where?”

>”I don't know, out of the cities? Maybe off world even…”

>Abigail stopped, her gaze focused towards the ground. “This is my fault…”

>You looked at her and sighed. “Come on, don't be like that.”

>You put your hand on her shoulder and smiled. “I've never been much for behaving, I would have slipped up sooner or later anyways…”

>Abigail looked back at you and gave you a half smile in return. “…If you say so…”

>You beckoned her along. “Come on, we have to head up a level.”

>”Can we make it?” She asked.

>”The center of each city level is covered with tunnels and routes, a good number of them are ancient, and haven't been used for centuries. If we're careful, we should be able to slip through those.”

>The two of you entered the crowed in the streets, making sure not to draw attention to yourselves.

>Abigail put her hood up, to hide her animal ears. She kept her sleeves long, and made sure her pants covered her ankles, hoping her bird like feet would pass off as shoes.

>To get to a different level of a city, you have two options.

>Public transit, or the core tunnels.

>The main support that lies in the center of every city level, at the heart of the core is an elevator that leads either to a higher level or a lower level.

>Other than that, there is a hive of ladders once used by the builders of the city.

>Thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands of ladders leading to anywhere you needed to go.

>It was easy to get lost, but all you had to do was go up.

>The only other way around was the catacombs…

>Just as ancient, a series of tunnels, power grids, sewers, and an assortment of other facilities, old and forgotten.

>It was a popular hang out spot for “rebellious” teens when you were younger.

>You wonder if it still was…

>You remembered the catacombs like the back of your hand.

>And you knew they lead to the support structure.

>The problem is…They only go down from here.

>Technology and infrastructure continued to advance as the city was being constructed.

>Support structures from this level onward work differently.

>You've been told that level 10 doesn't even have a core structure, it just kind of floats there.

>You wouldn't mind seeing that…

>>333779

>The further into the city you go, the more the streets populate.

>The edges of the city are almost deserted by comparison.

>People like to shop, party, cause trouble, whatever.

>Public transportation was off limits, you'll pay for the taxi.

>May as well spend what you had before they cut the funds.

>You flagged one over and the two of you sat in the back.

>”Where are you heading?” The cab driver asked.

>”Sector A, please.”

>”Sector A, huh? You folks on a date?”

>”Well I-” Abigail stumbled.

>”Yeah.” You answered right away.

>Abigail jumped at your answer. She looked away to hide her face.

>”Alrighty, love birds.” The driver chuckled. “Sector A it is.”

>This part of the city was never not lively.

>Music in the streets, people going to clubs or other gatherings, even street vendors, something that isn't as common anymore.

>You stepped out of the cab and entered the crowed along with Abigail.

>You don't really like crowds, but you'll stomach it.

>It was loud, hard to talk to Abigail privately.

>”You!” A voice called out in the crowed. “Yes you!”

>You spotted a man pointing at you, he had a stand set up.

>”You look like a man that could use a knife!”

>”…A knife?”

>You approached the stand with Abigail.

“Yes, a knife! Can't go wrong with a good old fashion pocket knife!”

>”What would I use a knife for?”

>”Oh all sorts of things!” The man continued. “Opening things, cutting things, cooking, cleaning, self defense, you name it!”

>The man rummaged through his supply and drew a folding knife with a black grip.

>”This baby right here was forged on Mars, my friend.”

>You didn't know if that was good or not.

>You looked at Abigail, who shrugged in return.

>Finally, with a sigh, you asked. “Alright, how much?”

>”Just thirty notes, my friend.” He peddled. “That's all I ask.”

>”Fine, hand it over.” You sigh, making the transaction.

>The scanner connected with your chip, and the transaction was complete.

>”Here you go my friend!” The salesman smiled, handing you the knife.

>”What, no box?” You joked.

>You said your goodbyes and pocketed the knife.

>May come in handy…

>>333780

>You continued your journey, only stopping a few more times.

>Abigail was suddenly drawn to a clothing store with a beautiful blue dress in the front.

>You went in with her, but she only left with a pair of pants that was on discount, a pair that actually fit her waist.

>Another stop was made a block down, a street band was playing songs so ancient you're surprised they found the notes. Said the band was called Koween or something like that.

>You almost forgot you were on the run. Stopping every now and then to take in the sights and talk.

>The two of you even stopped to get some ice cream from a stand.

>In the end, you ended up wiping some cream from Abigail's nose, which caused her to turn red and pout.

>”I'm not a child, you know.” She told you.

>”I know.” You couldn't help but laugh.

>After sometime, you decided it was time to actually get moving.

>”We're almost at the center.” You told her. “Just take it easy.”

>”Okay.” Abigail nodded. “I'll follow your lead.”

>It was sudden, as you were devising a plan to get past security, you heard the sudden alert signal.

>”—ALERT: CODE RED WARNING TO ALL CITIZENRY—” The announcement system suddenly blared, drowning out the music and sounds from the crowds.

>”—A CLASS ONE FUGITIVE IS ACTIVE IN YOUR CITY LEVEL, UNDER DIRECT ORDER OF THE ADMINISTRATION, HUNTER SQUADS WILL NOW BE DEPLOYED THROUGHOUT THE AREA—”

>The people began to murmur to themselves, worry and panic filled the streets.

>Hunter Squads were never good. And you felt the chill down your spine when you realized who this fugitive was…

>”—THE FUGITIVE HAS BEEN IDENTIFIED AS ONE __—” The alarm announced.

>You took a deep breath and looked around, noticing your mug suddenly appeared on every public screen on the level.

>”—THE FUGITIVE IS WANTED TO THE CRIME OF AIDING A MACHINE LIFE-FORM, IF SPOTTED, REPORT TO HUNTER SQUADS IMMEDIATELY, FUGITIVE IS SUSPECTED OF BEING EXTREMELY DANGEROUS, DO NOT TRY TO APREHEND ON YOUR OWN.—”

>Abigail grabbed on to your wrist, you could see the fright in her face.

>The crowds began to break into discussion, luckily no one has noticed you yet.

>The core tunnel was no longer an option, security teams were on full alert…

>Getting to Level 7 wasn't an option anymore… And you couldn't stay here…

>You knew what you had to do to not get caught.

>”Come on!” You pulled yourself from Abigail's grip and took her hand in yours.

>You led her along, through the crowds and into the alleyways.

>”Where are we going!?” She asked.

>”The only option left to us!” You told her. “The Catacombs!”

-

>The gunship patrolled overhead with a ominous hum, it's weapons aimed downwards towards the citizenry.

>Any sign of the fugitive and his machine friend and the gunship would open fire, casualties be damned.

>Major Taurus stood on the deckplate with the ten others of Tyrant squad.

>His bionic eyes focused and whirled before he closed the front of his helmet, covering his face in a menacing, almost skull like shape. The optics came to life, and glowed with a bright red.

>The plating of his powered armor was large and bulky, complimented by a nanocomposite bodysuit, as well as a layer of protective gel.

>Enough to rip a human in half, and more than enough to turn a machine into scrap.

>He enjoyed getting in close, guns were so impersonal to him.

>But most importantly, he was loyal to his career and his organization.

<”Sir.” Unit 09 of his squad spoke up. “We have a signal coming from the fugitives identity chip.”

<”How far?” Taurus asked.

<”Four Kilos now. He's heading for Sector B.”

<”Can the gunship pursuit.”

<”Now alerting him to our presence…”

<”Very well.” Taurus sighed. “Prepare to disembark…”

>Without warning the pilot, Taurus stepped out of the open hatch of the gunship, falling close to forty meters towards the ground.

>He landed on the street with a loud crack, destroying the concrete under him and leaving a large crater.

>The people yelled in panic and fear and dispersed, giving enough space for the rest of Tyrant squad to land.

>Taurus' HUD lit up with the signal of the fugitive, he narrowed his eyes from behind his optics.

<”There's nowhere to run now.” He said. “I'm coming for you…”

>>333781

>Come for short stories and maby a little lewd

>Stay for amazing robot girl story

I love this board and I love you anon

>They were almost like you remember them.

>The catacombs of level 6 were a popular hangout spot when you were a teenager.

>All of the graffiti was still there, and even some new tags.

>And look at that, teenagers…

>They were minding their own business, some gave you glances, but went back to what they were doing.

>Music, gambling, hanging out, partaking in substances.

>Takes you back.

>The part of the catacombs you were in was wide open, enough for hundreds of people to move around in.

>There was only a few dozen here, but you didn't doubt that there were more somewhere.

>Some of the teenagers looked at you for a moment, but paid you no mind.

>Probably thought you were a level hopper.

>Well, you are.

>But still.

>Abigail had to stop every so often and cover her ears under her hood when you past by music.

>The volume and the booming bass must not have been good for her ears.

>The space opened up after another gauntlet of horrible music.

>Lot of people hanging around, others were using old pipelines as skateboard pipes, some were even playing games.

>Not just digital games, but very ancient games as well.

>A different group even had a bunch of objects set up as pins and were rolling an actual bowling ball at them.

>Where did they get that? You wondered.

>”This is kind of neat.” Abigail commented.

>”Really?” You smiled. “Never saw you as the rebellious type.”

>”I-I'm not a rebel!” She protested. “I just think its kind of…”

>”Cool?”

>”Yeah, cool.”

>”Maybe we can stop here again sometime.” You suggested. “When everything blows over.”

>You were lying, but tried to keep spirits up.

>You knew it wouldn't blow over…

>>334762

>Abigail began to fidget with her new pants again, groaning with frustration as she readjusted them.

>”Whats wrong?” You asked. “I thought those pants fit?”

>”They do.” She complained. “Its my tail…”

>”Oh.” You stopped. “Wait, tail?”

>”I have a tail.” She said blatantly.

>”Since when?”

>”Since…Always?”

>You kind of wanted to see it. But knew pulling it out out here was just asking for trouble.

>The deeper you went, the more the music died down.

>Once it was quiet, your ears filled with another sound, the sound of talking.

>Not teenagers, but adults. Low, harsh voices that spoke in lingo you didn't understand.

>You felt your heart race.

>Actual level hoppers.

>Its not that going to other levels was forbidden, but if you were using the old catacombs to get from level to level, you were doing something not so legal.

>You saw them around a barrel fire a few minutes later.

>Six of them, with another one manning a busted up table not far from the rest of the group.

>Your eyes widened when you saw what the man at the table was laying out.

>Weapons, rifles, guns, grenades, what have you.

>Some of these pieces could be ancient, but you noticed some more recent tech as well.

>Whoever these guys were, they were decked out.

>You walked past them, and paid them no mind.

>But you noticed one of the men, the one wearing a green hooded jacket and a gas mask around his neck looked at you, and watched you walk past.

>All you had was a knife, you weren't going to win this fight…

>”Hey!” The man suddenly called out.

>You stopped in your tracks and turned around to him.

>”Y…Yeah?” You responded.

>”The bridge on level G-6 is wobbly, probably going to break apart any day now.” The main told you in his heavy accent. “Go through G-3 instead.”

>”Oh…” You felt your heart calm itself. “Alright, thanks for the tip.”

>”Stay safe.” He told you before turning back to his comrades.

>You nodded to Abigail and the two of you continued your journey.

>Until you heard a loud crack, followed by something whiz by your head.

>Your heart stopped again and you turned around.

>You noticed their spectacles before you noticed the rest of them. But those red eyes couldn't be mistaken.

>A hunter squad?

>But hunters have green spectacles, who are these guys?

>”Oh shit…” you cursed to yourself.

<”Target spotted!” One shouted in his static voice. “Moving to engage!”

>You had one option, you grabbed on to Abigail's hand and ran.

<”Fugitive is fleeing on foot!” The hunter announced. “Moving to intercep-”

>As the hunter charged, a slug suddenly pierced his helmet and he crumpled to the ground.

>”Hunters!” One of the level hoppers shouted before kicking over his table.

>The others found cover behind pillars or other debris and engaged.

>The sound of gunfire was deafening, but you ran ahead anyway.

>You found the hatch into the lower levels and pulled it open, almost falling over at the ease of it.

>Someone must have gotten out not too long ago, or went in.

>Abigail caught you and pulled you inside, pulling the hatch behind you.

>She grunted with effort and pulled on it harder, sealing it shut before locking it from the other side.

>”We need to keep going!” She told you, now grabbing you by the arm.

>The tunnels were labyrinthine in size, but you only had one direction.

>You had to go down…

It's cool to see these capabilities of Abigail. Makes me wonder what else is hiding in the depths. I get the impression that you're finding it difficult to fit the amount of worldbuilding you're doing into the greentext story format.

>>334764

F

>>334775

nice

>>334775

Please collect all of this into a pastebin or on TFT or something when you are finished. This story is good and shouldn't be left to fade away when this thread dies.

>>334824

If anything it makes it easier since I can just bullet-point it.

>>335166

Don't worry, I write all of these on a program. I'll upload them when the thread eats shit.

>You went through G-3 like the man told you.

>If that was “Sturdy” then you didn't want to know what G-6 was like…

>You rubbed your wrist every now and then.

>”Are you okay?” Abigail asked.

>”Yeah I'm fine, it just stings a bit.” You assured her.

>”I hope I didn't cut too deep.”

>”I think you'd know if you cut too deep.” You said.

>Even with your joking, Abigail seemed to feel guilty about hurting you.

>Even if it was necessary…

>You suddenly felt glad about bringing the hoodies along, it was getting cold in these tunnels.

>Abigail continued to fidget with her pants.

>”You could probably just let that out now.” You told her. “I don't think we'll see anyone else down here.”

>”You think so?” Abigail asked before just pulling her tail from her pants and letting it wag behind her.

>Her tail was short, the fur seemed to be brushed and taken care of, it reminded you of a dog's tail.

>”I wonder if other Ardas have this problem…” She complained.

>”I saw one a few days ago with a cat's tail.” You said. “Though she had a hole in her uniform to let it out.”

>”I should have thought of that…” Abigail pouted.

>Abigail's bird-like feet clicked against the hard steel flooring with every step. If anyone was around, they would hear you coming from some ways off.

>Your trek was long and draining, but you only stopped to sit down every few hours, but even then you didn't stay long.

>After some time, you began to notice writing on the walls.

>Information, warnings, pleas, or just announcements from others crossing the levels.

>Some of them were crossed out, either someone disagreed, or the information changed.

>”Squaddies patrolling here.” You saw crossed out on the wall, an arrow to that message led to another that said “dealt with.”

>Other messages seemed to just be symbols, symbols you couldn't decipher on your own.

>Finally, you came to another message above a sink strapped to some running pipes.

>”WATER” it said in all capitals, pointing at the sink.

>”I guess its safe.” You commented.

>”Hmmm…” Abigail rubbed her chin and approached the sink.

>She turned the faucet, and as promised, water started flowing.

>”Hold on.” She told you, bending down and taking a sip from the water.

>She swallowed it and you noticed the small writing type away in her eyes.

>”Yup!” She smiled. “Its safe!”

>You sighed with relief. “What cant you do?”

>You took a few good gulps. Cool and refreshing, it satiated your parched throat.

>”Should have brought water bottles.” You sighed, wiping your mouth.

>”Are you okay to keep going?” Abigail asked.

>”Yeah I'm good, we still need to make some distance.” You told her. “What about you?”

>”I don't tire like humans do.” She said. “But…I do get tired.”

>”Well go until one of us needs to stop then.” You suggested. “Its still a long way.”

>”What do we do when we reach another level?” Abigail asked.

>”I think we can just bypass most of them with the tunnels anyway.”

>”But what about food? And water? You don't have your chip anymore…”

>You stopped.

>”We'll figure something out.” You assured her. “Trust me, we'll get through this.”

>>336253

>Earlier, level G-6.

>Taurus marched onward, his arms at his side and his hands balled into fists.

>Those hoppers took up too much time, they had lost track of their prey.

>They're dead now, won't be bothering anyone else…

>From here, there was only one way to go, and that was down…

>Taurus had a good enough idea as to where the fugitive and the machine life-form were going.

>While Level 3 was less than prosperous, level 2 was what Taurus would call a “shithole” in his own words.

>Gearheads, failed cyborgs, bandits, outlaws, gangers, even wastelanders and Car Junkies found their way into the rotten underbelly of Level 2.

>Since the fugitive was in league with the robot. Then they were obviously heading for level 1 or 0.

>Or at least he predicted that…

>But if they think that they'll find safety in other machine life-forms, then they don't know Taurus…

<”Sir.” Unit 09 spoke up. “Message from command.”

<”What does it say?” Taurus asked.

<”The request for reinforcements has been denied. Though Rhino Squad will keep their eyes open for the fugitives on level 5 and 4. Units 22 and 13 will rendezvous with us on level 5.”

>Taurus clicked his tongue behind his visor.

>Command has always had a problem with the way he operates. Perhaps this is a way to try and kick him down a notch…

<”Continue the search. We'll return to the surface and move levels at 2200.”

<”Yes sir.”

>The squad continued their advance, with Unit 12 on point.

>He held his gun up front, always on edge, always ready to shoot.

>At this point he probably didn't care what he shot, as long as he shot something, fugitive or hopper be damned.

>Unit 12 advanced twelve more paces, the rest of his squad behind him.

>His last step, would be his last…

>He heard the creak after his ninth step, but thought nothing of it.

>But on his twelfth, he noticed the rumbling and bending of metal.

<”Unit 12!” 09 shouted, reaching out for his comrade.

>But it was too late.

>12 rushed for 09's hand, but the bridges bent and snapped.

>He screamed as he plummeted into the darkness below.

>Taurus watched him disappear into the shadows. And then flinched when he heard the loud crash.

>He watched from his hud as 12's condition flat lined.

<”He's dead.” Taurus informed the others. “Keep moving.”

>09 peered into the black.

<”Do we double back?” He asked.

<”Do we have a choice?” Taurus asked in return. “Head back, we'll use one of the other tunnels. They didn't come through here anyways, one of the hoppers must have tipped them off.”

>”You know…” Abigail started. “I've had a lot of time to think.”

>The two of you had found a room to bunker down in after a few more hours of walking.

>”I mean…I don't think like regular humans do…At least I don't think I do.”

>”What are you thinking about?” You asked.

>”Well…” She looked at you. “What am I?”

>”What do you mean?”

>”I mean…I feel alive, I feel like I'm my own person, I think I do…”

>”Yeah?”

>”I'm scared…” She admits. “I just want to cry and curl up and pretend this isn't happening…I ruined your life, I ruined everything…”

>She turned to look at you. “Am I worth it?”

>You sighed and leaned back against the wall you were sitting against.

>”Maybe…” You said. “Maybe not… I'm not really in a position to say. I don't even really know what you are. I thought at first you were a malfunctioning maid unit, but then you started crying. For awhile I thought you had a virus or some kind of backdoor program or…I don't know, something. But I don't think viruses can do something like this.”

>You looked at her. “At this point, I don't think its about if you're worth it. Its about doing whats right…”

>Abigail couldn't help but smile. “Thank you…”

>>336255

>The dimness of the tunnels didn't really bother you.

>Considering how little sun light you actually see in your day to day, it was almost no different from being on level 6.

>You ran into two others today in your travels.

>One was a short man with a step ladder that went from light bulb to light bulb, changing each one while repeating the words “Busybody, busybody.” To himself.

>You left him to it, he didn't seem to pay you no mind.

>The other was…A bit more unsettling.

>At first you thought it was a very tall man, then a cyborg, now you're not so sure.

>He walked past you with a bow, concealing himself in a hat and trenchcoat.

>You saw only a glance at his face, a dark shade of green with slits for the mouth and eyes.

>Was that a machine…? You're not so sure and you didn't want to stop to ask.

>Just leave the guy to his business.

>Your journey lasted for a few more hours.

>Now your stomach was impossible to ignore.

>It grumbled loudly, and actually started to make you feel sick.

>Abigail's stomach growled as well, much to her annoyance.

>”Are you okay?” Abigail asked.

>”Yeah I'm fine…I can keep going.”

>Another hour, you learned to ignore the pain.

>At that time, you passed a group of people.

>Hoppers, armed, they didn't seem to pay you any mind.

>They spoke in another language, one different from the people you passed back in the catacombs.

>They occupied a room with a window separated into a dozen squares, had to be about six of them, just talking and drinking.

>Another thirty minutes passed, and suddenly your nostrils were filled with an aroma.

>You sniffed in the air, it smelled delicious, was somebody cooking down here?

>You followed the smell and turned the corner, your ears filling with the sound of humming.

>It was a robotic, and static hum, but somebody was singing to themselves.

>You noticed the steam coming from your left, and followed it to find a stand in the wall.

>There was a stack of dishes to the left, as well as a glass shield that blocked pots and pans sitting on a stove top.

>You could hear the humming more clearly. You looked at Abigail and then leaned against the counter.

>”Hello?”

>”Yyyyyeeessss?”

>You jumped as the tiny machine leaped up from behind the counter.

>”Can I help you?” It asked, climbing on to a nearby stool.

>It was less than three feet tall, a round, onyx colored shape with a white hat and a apron on. It had two arms and three fingers on it hand, which is clicked patiently against the counter top.

>The looked at you with two, large oval eyes that glowed with an intense purple.

>”Uh…” You tried to find the words.

>”Are you hungry?” The machine asked. “Are you looking to eat? Do not trust the menu, I only know how to make noodles. That was there before I arrived.”

>”Excuse me.” Abigail spoke up first.

>”Yyeeeeessss?”

>”Are you… A machine life-form?” She asked.

>Can you just ask robots that?

>”If I was I wouldn't be up this far.” It said. “My heart is human, so fortunately I still count as…”Human.”

>>336256

>A cyborg. You've never seen a cyborg this…Cyborgy.

>”Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend.”

>”None taken.” The orb nodded. “Now then, what are folk like you doing in parts like this?”

>”We're just passing through.” You finally spoke. “Need to get on a lower level.”

>”Well, I'm not going to pry too much.” It told you. “Folks around these parts have called me Grub for the past 200 years…I can't really recall what I was called before that.”

>”Grub, huh?” You commented. “Like food.”

>”That's all I do.” Grub nodded. “Fancy myself a cook. But most restaurants these days automate the process…This is the only place I could find actual business.”

>Grub clicked his fingers on the counter again. “Now then? If you're looking for food, then lets talk trade.”

>”Trade?”

>”Notes are no good to me.” He explained. “I never leave the tunnels. So I only deal in trade.”

>You sigh and rummage through your things, never know when the next time you'll get to eat.

>All you had was your knife, your drew it from your pocket and gave it a look over.

>”What will this get us?”

>Grub took the knife from you and folded it out.

>He looked it over, his optical eyes narrowing on the blade and grip.

>”Ooo.” He hummed. “Martian steal.”

>He folded the knife back up and put it on the counter.

>”Sure, I'll fill your stomachs.” he offered. “We got a deal?”

>”Fine with me.” You waved your hand.

>Grub took the knife and put it under the counter. “Have a seat.” He told you before getting to work.

>He began to prepare two bowls.

>”What exactly are you making?” Abigail asked as she took her seat.

>”Recipe I learned when I was young.” He explained in his droning voice. “Prepared in a place from the old world called Eysha. They seemed to like their noodles in Eysha.”

>Eysha, huh?

>”They called it Roman, I believe.” He continued. “Hoppers love the stuff.”

>It took a few minutes, but he finished the bowls at an efficient time.

>”Orders up!” He said as he put the two bowls in front of you and Abigail.

>The bowl was filled with noddles resting in a broth, it was flanked by a side of meat and some vegetables you knew were synthetic.

>”Where do you get all this stuff?”

>”Hoppers bring them to me, they want to see the place keep going. The noodles I make myself.” He explained as he cleaned his utensils.

>You took your fork and began to eat.

>Grub seemed to know what he was doing. The food was good, but you preferred Abigail's cooking. Maybe you were just biased.

>”So.” Grub began talking again. “You don't look like hoppers.”

>You sat still after finishing your bowl.

>”No gear, no extra clothing, look like you were out on the town.” He pointed at you and Abigail. “Not to mention the dirt and the smell of sweat…”

>Grub hopped on his stool and leaned against the counter. “Who are you running from?”

>You sat in silence, avoiding eye contact.

>Grub turned his eyes to Abigail, who also looked away.

>”We're…” You started. “Running from some spooks.”

>”The only spooks that operate down here are hunter squads…” Grub commented.

>His eyes turned back to Abigail. “I knew there was something different about you.”

>>336257

>”What do you mean?” She played dumb.

>”I could see it in your eyes, girl.” He said right away. “You're not exactly human, and I don't mean like me either.”

>Abigail took a deep breath, and then looked away.

>”You don't have to worry.” Grub assured her. “I have no love for the government, or the corporations they whore them out to.”

>Grub stepped away from his stool and moved a few more dishes around.

>”But know this…If you continue the way you're going…You will die down here.”

>”I don't think we have much of a choice…” You said.

>”Well, I'm feeling nice today.” Grub said to you. “Use the door to your right, follow me.”

>You looked at Grub then at Abigail.

>Like you said, not much of a choice…

>The two of you went through the door and followed him through the kitchen.

>It was actually surprising how much space was back here. Even a walk in cooler.

>”When they were still building the levels, sometimes the builders wouldn't leave for weeks, maybe months at a time.” Grub explained. “So places like this were set up to feed the boys working through here.”

>”Food stops run by builders?” You asked.

>”Not builders.” He corrected. “Volunteers, pilgrims, scavengers. Basically anybody who didn't want a chip put in at the time.”

>Grub beckoned you around the corner to a sliding door.

>”They also sometimes had to move around a lot, so they built these as well.”

>Grub pressed a button on the wall and the doors opened.

>”An elevator?” You asked, looking inside.

>It wasn't roomy, enough to fit about three or four people at once.

>”This will take you to practically every level from two to six.” Grub explained.

>”And you're just going to let us use it?” You asked.

>”Either that or let you die in the tunnels.” He said. “If starvation or dehydration doesn't get you, then the hunters or a less than friendly hopper will.”

>Grub turned to Abigail. “Head to level 0.”

>”Level 0? Why?” She asked.

>”Deep in the center of the level, there is a complex. The gate is guarded by a machine called Paul, ask for Mother, tell them Grub sent you…”

>”Mother?”

>”Mother'll help you, she's gotten others out of worse jams. Go now.”

>You stepped into the elevator and Grub began to push a few more buttons.

>”Hey.” You spoke up. “Thanks.”

>”Thanks for the knife.” He said in return before the doors closed.

>>336258

>Elevator rides were probably not supposed to last this long.

>It would take hours, if not a day or two.

>You kind of regretted using the elevator, but you knew the other option wasn't viable.

>You sat down after some time, brushing your fingers through your hair and sighing.

>Abigail joined you on the floor, crossing her legs to the side and yawning.

>”Should we get some sleep?” She asked.

>”May not be a good idea…” You told her. “No idea how long this'll take, don't really want to get caught with my pants down…”

>Abigail groaned and grabbed her tail, she rested it on her lap and began to brush it with her hand.

>”You can feel through that, right?” You asked.

>”Yes, its part of my body.” She confirmed.

>You don't know what came over you.

>But without hesitation, you brushed her tail in your fingers.

>”Hiyaa!” Abigail yelped in surprise and quickly swiped her tail from your fingers.

>”Oh, you weren't lying.”

>”W-why would I be lying!?” She asked, her face blushing.

>”I don't know.” You joked. “I didn't think it was actually real.”

>”Well it is…” She huffed. “So are my ears.”

>”What? These ears?” You gently pinched her right ear between your fingers and began to rub it.

>Abigail began to fidget, she closed her eyes and rubbed her legs together, trying not to smile.

>”Guess that feels nice.” You failed at hiding your smile.

>”Y-yeah…” She nodded.

>You found the strength to stop rubbing her ear and keep start following the “keep your hands to yourself.” rule.

>The two of you sat for awhile in silence before you spoke up again.

>”Hey…” You spoke up, looking ahead.

>”Hm?” Abigail responded.

>”Back when we first met.” You said. “Back when- uh, when you were holding up the maid facade…”

>”Yes?” She asked.

>”I asked you about the sexual needs thing…Were you really willing to just…Do that?”

>Abigail took a deep breath.

>”I had to do what I had to do to keep up my disguise…” She told you. “So if you wanted to…Yes.”

>You paused, blinking twice before sitting up straight.

>”I…I guess I'm glad I didn't, then…” You admitted.

>Abigail curled up and rested her head on her knees.

>She turned her head to look at you.

>”Honestly…I was only a matter of time…” You started again. “One way or another I would have probably started level hopping…”

>”How so?”

>”My life…Well, the way I lived. I can't really say I was a fan.”

>You sighed again and wiped your hands on your face.

>”Its always dark, noisy, crowded, the air is stifling, I don't remember the last time I breathed fresh air.”

>Finally, you looked down towards the floor at your feet.

>”If anything…I'm glad I'm not doing this alone…”

>Abigail looked at you for another moment before looking ahead.

>”Yeah…Thank you for coming with me.”

>>337712

>You did fall asleep.

>But the elevator finally reaching its destination woke you up.

>The sleep didn't do much for you.

>Your eyes barely opened, and the sand in them was almost unbearable.

>”Hey, you up?” You asked.

>”I think…” Abigail yawned, forcing herself to stand up.

>You stood up to the sound of clicks and cracks in your back.

>You groaned and stretched, not the best way to sleep.

>The elevator door opened with a ding, leading you into a long hallway.

>It was empty, luckily.

>You were somehow expecting the hunters to be waiting for you on the other side.

>Abigail and you marched down the hall before entering another endless catacombs of paths, stairs, ladders, and pits.

>The walk was unbearable.

>You were exhausted, thirsty, could barely walk straight.

>After some time, you noticed a new scribble on the wall.

>It looked like a bed with a question mark on the side.

>You stopped and looked at the door.

>There was a notification on the door to tell you if the room was in use or not.

>”VACANCY” it read in capital letters.

>You stopped Abigail and opened the door.

>It was dark,but you found the light switch a moment later.

>Inside was a small room, against the left wall was a twin-sized bed with a chair in front of it.

>On the right wall was two machines that resembled the washer and dryer you had at home.

>There was another door at the very back, as well as a sink and a charter on the wall beside the door.

>”Is this someone's home?” You asked, stepping inside.

>You approached the charter and began to read it out loud to Abigail.

Pilgrim Refuge.

Secure area to rest for traveling Hoppers. Please follow the rules or we will find you and shoot you.

1. Take refuge here for no more than 72 hours.

2. Lock the door to inform other hoppers that the room is in use.

3. Clean up your mess and bed sheets before moving on.

4. Update the map if possible.

>>337713

>Update the map?

>You lifted the charter and found a map underneath.

>It was filled with markings and designations you couldn't ever hope to understand.

>”Guess this room is free…”

>”Oh?” Abigail looked at the charter.

>While she looked it over, you went back and locked the front door.

>”Oh, good…” Abigail sighed. “I couldn't go another step…”

>You sat down and rested your head in your hand, taking a deep breath.

>Finally, you groaned in pain and rubbed the back of your neck.

>”Are you okay?” Abigail asked.

>”Shoulders are killing me…” You complained. “Sitting down on the elevator wasn't a good idea…”

>Abigail stepped closer and put her hands on your shoulders.

>”Here.” She said as she began to rub your shoulders.

>You groaned as the kinks and pops were rubbed away. “Magic hands right there.”

>”It comes with the territory.” She said with a smile.

>Abigail took a knee while rubbing your shoulders.

>You closed your eyes and let her do her work.

>When you opened your eyes, you noticed Abigail was staring back at you.

>Slowly, her grip on your shoulders loosened.

>She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around your neck.

>You reeled back in surprise for a second, but didn't fight against her grip. Not that you even could.

>You felt Abigail's breath against your face as she pulled you closer.

>”Abi-…” You tried to speak, but couldn't find the words.

>Abigail gently pressed her lips against yours.

>Your eyes widened, your brain trying to find the proper reaction.

>Finally, you accepted as Abigail gently pushed you against the mattress.

>You put your hands on her waist and held her close, finally kissing her back.

>Grub hummed to himself as he wiped his counter.

>He had just served a team of six Hoppers coming back from Sector 7.

>Dangerous, but the loot is usually good.

>They traded a Type-G1 pistol and a box of ammunition for a good meal.

>Grub happily complied.

>Another group was walking past, they said hello but didn't stop for food.

>But then they stopped, looking ahead, the man in the front took a step back.

>Grub's eyes narrowed and he leaned over his counter.

>From down the hall came a large man, or at least he thought it was a man.

>He was covered in armor, painted in a blue paint.

>It wasn't hard to figure out that he and his entourage of much shorter but heavily armed guards were all hunters.

>Or were they? Their armor pattern was different, and you don't remember hunters employing cyborgs of this magnitude…

>Optic implants and muscle synthetics to be sure, but this man was basically as much of a machine as Grub was, if not taller and much more humanoid.

>The giant blue cyborg stopped it's march in front of Grub.

>One of the hoppers raised his weapon, but Grub quickly motioned him to put the gun away.

>He complied and stepped back.

<”You.” The cyborg demanded.

>”Me.” Grub responded.

<”We are on the hunt for a fugitive and a machine life-form he is with.”

>”A fugitive?” Grub asked, leaning against his counter. “You're going to have to be more clear, a lot of fugitives come through these parts.”

>The cyborg slammed his fist on the counter and then opened it. A projection emitted from his palm to show the face two people he recognized, that man and the girl he was with.

>He may have given away his feigned ignorance with a flinch if it wasn't for his cybernetics and implants.

<”These two.” The cyborg explained. “The man is wanted for aiding in the escape of a machine life-form.”

>”And the other is the machine life-form, I presume?” Grub asked.

<”Correct.”

>”Well, now that you mention it.” Grub clicked his fingers against his “chin”.

<”You have information, then.”

>”Yes, I did see them the other day.” He explained. “Would you like me to show you?”

<”Your cooperation would be appreciated.” The cyborg replied.

>Grub hopped over the counter and beckoned the squad of hunters to follow him.

>They did so and he lead them down the hall and into another series of tunnels.

>”If you follow tunnel C here, you'll end up in an elevator after about two hours of walking.” He explained. “They said they were heading to Level 3, probably trying to get a ride out of the city.”

<”Level 3…” The cyborg turned away from the hall and motioned his troops. “We're heading back to level 6. Unit 09 call for air support and tell them the fugitive is somewhere on level 3.”

<”Yes sir.”

>The cyborg didn't thank Grub, and instead turned around and went back the way he came, this time in a full sprint.

>The rest followed him, allowing Grub to shake his head.

>”I just bought you some time, friends…” He told himself. “Make good use of it…”

>>337715

Great story! I just read it in its entirety up to this point. Do you plan to finish it in time?

>>337751

>>337715

Your style is pretty good. If you wanted to flesh this story out a little, then you could easily write a light novel, or even a full novel if it continued on long enough.

I just spent all night reading everything in the thread, I have to say best … however many hours of my life

>>337715

>That was probably the best sleep you've had in a long time.

>You even slept through the beep from the washing machine.

>You awoke in a dim light, the bulb above set to low.

>With a gulp and a few blinks, you managed to get what little sand was still in your eyes out.

>You felt a pressure on your chest, and found Abigail still sleeping against you, her breaths soft.

>You were both naked.

>Well, one thing simply led to another…

>You moved your arm away from her shoulder and gently rubbed her fuzzy ear.

>Abigail groaned and fidgeted against your chest. “I'm not a dog…” She moaned, refusing to open her eyes.

>”Come on, sleepy head.” You smiled. “Its time to get moving.”

>”Are you sure…?” She asked. “Cant we stay here forever?”

>”I don't think that'll work.” You laughed. “C'mon, up and at'em.”

>Abigail stopped you from getting up right away and greeted you with a gentle kiss on the lips.

>Afterwards, the two of you shared a shower, before getting your clothing from the machines and putting them back on.

>It felt nice not to be covered in grime and sweat, but you don't know how long that will last.

>After having a good drink of water, the two of you continued your journey.

>The walk lasted an hour before the two of you reached another door.

>Before the two of you could twist the seal, the door suddenly opened on its own.

>Four men and a woman came through, armed to the teeth and looking ready for war.

>”Watch yourselves.” The woman said. “Hunters caught snooping around again.”

>”Thanks for the warning.” You said in return.

>The woman nodded and the five of them marched past you, rifles in hand.

>You walked through the open door and closed it behind you, finding yourself in another tunnel.

>There was water at your feet, and a bright light at the end of the tunnel.

>You hoped you weren't dead…

>The two of you looked at one another and marched down the tunnel.

>It was noisy, you could hear people moving around and shouting even from there.

>It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the new light, and you found yourself in a crowded street.

>The buildings around you were old, line with bricks of various material as well as scrap metal.

>Some of them seemed to be ancient vehicles re-purposed into buildings.

>The people here were different than what you were used to.

>Many of them wore heavy jackets. You noticed the ones not wearing jackets had some kind of body armor on.

>And every single person was armed.

>Either with a gun or some kind of weapon ranging from knives to swords to clubs. You even saw someone walking around with a baseball bat with meat cleaver blades welded into it.

>This was Level 2. The first line of humanity against the machine life-forms…

>You heard it was once a good place to live, before the uprising at least.

>Now its downtrodden, abandoned by the wealthy and left to the poor.

>They seem to get by.

>You noticed signs advertising bars, “restaurants”, pawn shops, and other stores.

>Some people were patrolling the streets, you noticed that they all were wearing the same uniform. But it wasn't a uniform you recognized.

>A gray patterned suit with a blue stripe across each shoulder. They were all wearing old fashion army helmets as well as gas masks.

>Their firearms looked particularly vicious, you didn't know if that could be considered a bayonet or just a chainsaw strapped to the end of a barrel…

>>338018

>”What now?” Abigail asked over the crowed.

>”Now?” You responded. “We find out how to go lower.”

>Abigail stayed close to you.

>She was more than capable of defending herself, considering she could probably rip heads clean off. But still.

>You felt something touch your hand and noticed her hand was very close to yours.

>Without thinking, you reached over and grabbed on to her hand.

>A moment later, you felt her fingers tighten around your hand.

>You almost felt your heart skip a beat.

>The further into the level you went the more it spread out.

>Soon you found yourself in a bazaar, surrounded by shop stands and people just lounging about.

>Everything was on sale, weapons, food, drugs, wastelander paraphernalia.

>Now that you took a better look, you were pretty sure that a lot of the people moving around were wastelanders. Or at least had the look.

>Mohawks, makeshift armor, jury-rigged augmentations.

>Oddly enough, no one seemed to pay you any mind.

>It took awhile of looking around, but you finally found what looked like a barricade with armed guards standing around it.

>There was another tunnel ahead of them, and the words “LEVEL-1” printed against the cement above.

>”Hey.” You pointed it out to Abigail. “I think I found where we need to go.”

>You approached the gate and was suddenly stopped by the nearest guard.

>”Woah woah woah, where do you think you're going?”

>”We uh…Need to get to level-1.” You coughed.

>”Oh yeah? You and what army?” He asked in return. “You don't even got a piece on you and you want to go scavenging in Level-1?”

>The guard shook his head. “If you're really looking to get killed it's easier to get into a fight at Moe's than to go fuck with the machines.”

>”I'm not scavenging, we just need to-”

>As you tried to explain the situation, Abigail was suddenly distracted.

>She stepped away and followed something that caught her attention.

>Standing outside of a bar there was a lady in a maid uniform.

>The woman was handing out fliers for the bar behind her, people rarely took them.

>Upon getting closer, Abigail froze with fright.

>The woman looked almost exactly like her.

>Her right eye was missing, and was replaced by an optic implant, and the synthetic flesh on her left arm was completely removed. But she still had the bird-like feet and the tail, though patchy and broken, was still waving behind her.

>It was like Abigail was looking into a macabre reflection of herself.

>”Come to Moe's!” The maid announced, handing Abigail the flier.

>”I….” Abigail paused, trying to find words.

>”Oh, you are another ARDA model?” The maid asked. “Please hand that flier to your master then.”

>”Mas…ter.” Abigail repeated her words.

>”Tell them that the Maid: Abigail, welcomes them to Moe's!”

>Abigail could feel her insides run cold, her eyes widened and a look of horror crossed her face.

“…Abigail?” She repeated.

>You suddenly caught up with her.

>>338019

>”Hey, we're going to need to find another way aro-” You stopped to look at her. “Is something wrong?”

>Abigail turned to you with tears in her eyes. Her face contorted into one of pain and confusion as she struggled to whisper your name.

>You looked at her, and then to the maid Abigail was just facing.

>”Oh, you must be her master then.” The maid asked. “I have given a flier to your Abigail, please come visit us!”

>”Your…Abigail.” Abigail struggled back her sobs.

>You took a deep breath and grabbed on to her hand. “Come on Abby, lets go…”

>”Come back any time!” The maid waved as the two of you left.

>”We're going right away…” You told her. “We'll just get some money and grab some gear…”

>Abigail continued to look at the ground as you dragged her along.

>When suddenly…

>The air filled with the sounds of vehicles in the distance.

>You looked up, and your eyes widened as drop ships appeared through the airways high above.

>”HUNTERS!” One guard shouted as the crowed broke into a panic.

>There were dozens of dropships in the air now flying overhead and scanning the environments while the denizens of Level-2 seemingly prepared for all out war.

>”ATTENTION, CITIZENS OF LEVEL-3. A FUGITIVE ALONG WITH A MACHINE LIFE-FORM MAY BE IN YOUR AREA. PLEASE REMAIN CALM AS WE SEARCH THE PREMIS-”

>The message was suddenly cut off with the sounds of gun fire.

>Heavy guns, shouting, and the screams of others rattled you to your core.

>You managed to look back up through the chaos, and saw something drop from one of the ships above.

>It looked like a giant blue slab of steel from the distance, but you quickly noticed that it was in the shape of a man.

>That's not good…

>A moment later you saw it charge through the streets, smashing anything and anyone in it's way to the side like a rag doll.

>It was heading straight towards you at full speed.

>”Fucking cyborg!” One of the guards shouted. “Body-bag that mother fucker!”

>All guns fired upon the giant.

>The small arms only chipped and ricochet off it's armor, but the giant emplacements did enough to slow it down, even knock it off it's feet.

>It was enough distraction.

>You tightened your grip on Abigail's hand and ran through the gun fire.

>You heard the guard from earlier shout at you to stop, but you didn't listen.

>You ran into the tunnel ahead.

>And into the darkness below…

>>338020

Keep it up, anon!

>>338020

>Taurus stood at the entrance.

>His arms were stained to the elbows with gore.

>The situation annoyed him.

>It took more than three hours to bring this level to compliance.

>Hundreds dead, not a big deal.

>No matter, the Fugitive is off ahead.

>Taurus continued his march.

<”Sir!” 09 shouted out. “Sir!”

>Taurus ignored his subordinate.

<”Sir!” He shouted again, grabbing on to his commander's arm.

>Taurus stopped and glared down at 09, his eye's narrowing into dots.

<”What?” Taurus asked.

<”Sir, I understand what we have to do. But this? This is ridiculous!” 09 protested. “We lost more than two dozen Hunters, many of them from our own squad, not to mention the civilian casualties on top of that.”

<”You knew what you were getting into when you joined Tyrant.” Taurus explained simply. “Or are you trying to tell me that this is too much for you…”

>09 stopped. He hesitated for a moment.

>But he didn't break eye contact with his commanding officer.

>Finally, he reached for his helmet and began to input his code.

>His helmet opened with a loud hiss and he pulled it from his head. He then handed it to Taurus.

>”Then I guess this is my resignation, sir.”

>Taurus watched as 09 turned around and walked away from him.

<”09!” He shouted. “Lucas!!!”

>Lucas didn't turn around, and instead marched forward, leaving his old world behind.

>Taurus watched him leave, and without a word he turned back to the tunnels.

>He dropped the 09 designated helmet, and marched on ahead.

>The elevator ride was long, quiet, and uncomfortable.

>You looked over at Abigail.

>She was curled up in the corner, hugging her knees with her face facing her legs.

>She didn't say a word.

>You sighed and sat down beside her.

>You didn't know what to say.

>Asking her if she was okay would be stupid, you already knew she wasn't

>”Hey…” You put your hand on her shoulder and nudged her.

>She didn't budge.

>You took a deep breath and wrapped your arm around her, resting your cheek on the top of her head.

>”Come on, talk to me…” You whispered to her.

>”What am I…?” She finally spoke.

>”What's that supposed to mean?”

>”Am I actually alive?” She asked from her shelter. “Or am I just a glitch? A freak of nature…”

>You didn't know what would make her feel better, there probably wasn't anything you could say.

>So you just said what came to mind.

>”You're you…” You told her. “No one else, just you…”

>Abigail didn't say a word.

>Instead, she leaned into you, resting against your body.

>She stayed like that for the rest of the ride.

>>339150

>City Level 01.

>For as long as you could remember, these levels were off limits to humans.

>Those who went down here were armed, and were looking for something.

>Lost technologies, resources, anything useful.

>You remember pictures of what the level used to look like.

>It was just another city level before, with buildings, streets, lamp posts, the usual.

>But now…It was different, unsettling.

>The level was dark, very dark, you could barely see what was ahead of you.

>The ground under you felt strange, you looked down and tried to get a good look.

>It was like veins, wires and synthetic pipes lined for miles upon miles.

>It subjugated the level, self sufficient power and resources.

>It was also cold, very cold.

>You'd be freezing if it wasn't for your hoodie.

>Though it didn't help much.

>”I can't see a damn thing…” You complained.

>”I can.” Abigail assures you. “Here, I'll lead you.

>Abigail took your hand and led you along, going deeper into the level.

>It made sense, machines had no need for light, may as well not lose them.

>But after some time, the lights around you began to turn on.

>Soon, it was very easy for you to see on your own.

>The air around you felt warmer as well.

>Not comfortably so, but you couldn't feel the bite on your skin anymore.

>It was obvious that something was watching you.

>You walked forward for some time.

>Should you be walking down the road like this?

>Many of the homes and other buildings seemed to be repurposed.

>Now packed with tubing and wires that ran through the building and out into the sky.

>You turned your head as you walked down a three-way stop and immediately felt your heart almost jump out of your chest.

>There were humanoid machines standing at the start of the street, their heads and eyes looking towards the ground.

>They were simple looking, covered in sleek metal with a speaker port where a mouth should be. They have large eyes not unlike that Grub person you met a few days ago, and their arms and legs were slim and gangly.

>Very old, possibly ancient machines, maybe even the first of their kind.

>One of them suddenly looked up and his eye's sparked to life.

>The rest soon followed and suddenly close to a hundred machines advanced on to you.

>Your instincts told you to run, but before you could do so, one of them outstretched an arm courteously.

>”Might I be of service, sir?” It asked.

>The other soon did the same, creating a symphony of identical voices.

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>”Might I be of service, sir?”

>They stood around you in a semi circle, not surrounding you or cutting off any exits.

>”They're…” Abigail started.

>”Yeah.” You finished for her. “Butler-bots.”

>”Bots?”

>”Really old service units, they were pretty popular for quite some time, even when the more recent maid and butler units were becoming popular. Hell, my old man still had one walking around, no idea what happened to it…”

>”Sir, are you alright?” One of them asked. “Your partner there seems distressed.”

>”Partner?” Abigail asked.

>”Oh, do forgive me.” The Bot bowed a head. “You are not a couple?”

>”Hey…” you started. “You know where you are, right?”

>”Correct.” The bot confirmed. “We are on level 01 of City 016.”

>”And what are you doing here.”

>”We are awaiting to be reassigned to a new master.” The Bot explained. “Would…That be you?”

>The butler wasn't just curious, but was apprehensive about asking.

>A bot would shut down if it wasn't in use. Why did these ones stay active?

>Was it a glitch in the programming?

>Or maybe they were looking for a purpose. Thrown away when they were out of date and not useful anymore.

>Weeks ago, you saw a news report of machines sneaking into higher levels.

>The one that was looking for the small, rodent like machine, and the others who were just doing things like work or observations.

>Some people on the news claimed that they were preparing for an attack, to claim another level or maybe more.

>But you had to think about it.

>Maybe they were looking for something to do?

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>”Uh…Excuse me.” You spoke up.

>”Yes sir.” The bot nodded. “How might I be of service?”

>”Can you tell me who's in charge? Where to find them?”

>”You are seeking the Mother, sir.” It explained. “She resides on level 0. Shall we take you there?”

>Mother, that's who Abigail is looking for.

>”Do you know a quick way to get there?”

>”Certainly, please follow us.”

>The bots moved in unison, like one entity.

>The deeper you trekked into the level, the more populace it became.

>Machines of all shapes and sizes.

>Some of them were just aimlessly meandering around, while others were doing…Something.

>One was tightening bolts on a nearby pipeline, while the other was sweeping dust, placing it back down, and sweeping it up again.

>The machines noticed you and watched you pass.

>They seemed confused at your presence, but not alarmed.

>You passed another pair of machines, these ones speaking in a language you didn't understand. If it was a real language at you.

>You suddenly felt Abigail hold on to your hand again.

>”You okay?” You asked.

>”I don't like this.” She said honestly. “They're so…Aimless…”

>You had a theory. It was obvious that these were just machines and not machine life-forms.

>When the levels were taken, they more than likely immediately began forming the new environment.

>Endlessly, tirelessly, they had something to do, something to strive for.

>When they finished one thing, they went on to another.

>Building, repairing, changing, modifying, scavenging, creating, and destroying.

>But when they were done…They were done.

>There was nothing left to do.

>Nothing left to build or fight or change.

>So, they were aimless, with no goal in sight.

>They simply began making their own tasks, or they just locked down and waiting for something to do.

>If these butler-bots could even feel excitement, they would probably be absolutely delighted right now…

>Abigail's ears twitched and she suddenly stopped.

>You almost tripped over when you pulled against her grip.

>”Abby?” You asked. “Whats wrong?”

>”Something is following us…” She stated, peering into the darkness behind you.

>She heard it before you did, and saw it as well.

>”We have to go.” She stated nervously.

>”Is something the matter, ma-” The bot suddenly stopped and looked in the distance.

>You heard it thumping in the distance, crashing along the ground like a freight train.

>The machine with the broom suddenly halted and then raised its broom into the air before charging into the darkness.

>You heard a crash, followed by scraping, and suddenly a pile of metal game flying through the air.

>The other machines sprung up, but were no match for the object.

>It appeared in the light, a large humanoid, the same one you saw dropping from the dropship earlier.

>It was making a bee line straight towards you.

>”Run!” Abigail shouted, leading you along by your hand.

>But even at full sprint, the giant was gaining on them, much faster, and very, very unstoppable.

>You looked behind you, and saw a giant hand reaching out to you, inches away from crushing your skull.

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!” One of the bots suddenly shouted.

>It ran into the giant's forearm, sending it into a different direction.

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!” Another shouted as it ran into the giant's chest.

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

>”HUMAN IN DANGER!”

>Taurus was brought to a halt, groaning in frustration as the machines crashed into him.

>His feet dug into the ground underneath, splitting wires and crushing metal.

<”Annoying Robots!” He shouted, bringing his fists down into the machine pressed against his stomach.

>The machine crumpled under his strike, breaking into the ground.

>Taurus looked ahead.

>The fugitive was gaining distance, but suddenly stopped.