The sea of students flowed through the narrow hallways to their respective classrooms like the waves to a beach. I followed along the waves of white polos, navy skirts, and navy pants. The compact crowd had a sloth’s rhythm with bumps between the students.
Nothing had changed since middle school, the same disappointment as always just with new faces and new personalities. The only difference is all clothes are identical with the mascot imprinted on the right chest.
The heat of mid-August made my legs scratchy and wet from the sweat under my navy pants. I wish I could wear the skirts of the girls with their look of comfort and the lack of scratchy, sweaty pants.
However, I’m not a pervert.
I reached my first class, homeroom. The first day of school has an annoying system where there must be a class before your first academic period. In middle and elementary school, it made sense due to the lack of choice of courses, but in high school, it's highly vain. I slipped in any way and sat in the back row, by the window like a true main character.
I sat looking through the window. The azure sky was bright and blue, the warmth of the sun pierced through the glass and the gentle breeze drifting through an open window brought me to drowsiness.
I gradually wandered off to somber. Full of dreams and happy memories.
A person devoid of all appearance of humanity stood with arms spread out in a T-shaped pose. A rainbow of labeled tabs appeared vertically to the right of the person. Below that sat a ‘Done’ button and to the other corner appeared a ‘Reset’ button. Above and to the center of the whole thing were the words, “Character Creation.”
BOOM! The sound of thunder swiftly brought me back to the physical realm when I jumped out of my seat. Around me, students giggled and chuckled at my adversity.
A teacher stood with a giant drum on him and a smug look before chuckling, “Oh, look who came back from the land of the living.” It wasn’t a good-hearted chuckle either or so it felt. Maybe I’m just assuming.
Taking a deep breath, I nervously said: "Sorry sir, I was busy last night." As I rubbed the back of my neck.
“No doubt, you were playing around last night, hmmm? Maybe playing video games?” He quizzed suspiciously with an irritating posh attitude.
Usually, he would be right, but not this time, “No sir, my little sister was having nightmares. She’s only five and my mom had to work late last night.” It was the honest to god truth too. Suzy’s been waking me up in the middle of the night asking to sleep in my bed. When I wake up, I’m up and can’t get back to sleep.
A hint of irritation reached his face just for a moment before becoming blank, “Alright, sit back down, Mr. Adler.”
I sat back down.
Inspecting his room is like expecting something great out of a wall. The room was bare only with the inessentials, student desks, teacher’s desk and chair, and blackboard. No posters, no personality, nothing. Either this guy’s hella new or is as boringly posh as my impression of him is.
I wonder what that dream was about
It was the latter. He had such a posh attitude that there was no doubt this guy is an insider. Thank god this teacher is only my homeroom teacher.
The bell eventually rang, and I hightailed it out, back into the hall.
“HeyyouheyyouheyyouSleepyboy!!!!” A voice sang from behind and a chocolate colored boy bounced right over to me. “Hithere! I’mKennyMcQueenWhat’syourname?!” Saying the sentence with barely a pause. The bounciness of the chocolate boy is like an energizer bunny. Even when standing still, he was twitching like a meth head.
What the hell is even that last name? Is he like Irish or something? “Uh, hi, I’m Roland,” I replied taken back by his energy.
He gave me a wide grin showing his perfect teeth. They were like a flashlight in contrast to his chocolate skin. “RolandisanAWESOMEname!!!” He bounced around to exaggerate. Then he halted like someone pressed a big red emergency stop button before articulating, “I’m pretty sure that Mr. Samwell doesn’t like you.”
“He doesn’t?” Not that I’m really surprised, he was giving me glances here and there throughout class. I wonder what I did to piss him off.
Echoing my thoughts, “I wonder what you did to piss him off,” Kenny thought aloud still articulating his words with proper pauses.
“I don’t know.”
“Whatever!!!” His high energy coming back with full force.
I think I just found my first friend. I’ve never been too great with people, but I plan to change that starting with Kenny, the chocolate energizer bunny, “So what class do you have next?”
“History!”
“Me too”
“YAYIwon’tbealone.” oh jeez that got a little dark.
I point as I said “My locker is over here. So, I’ll see you in History.” As I walked away, waving bye to him.
“SEEYA!!” He waved energetically back before bouncing away.
…
I took the seat behind Kenny. Kenny is twitching around in his chair as he stared at his phone. I peered over his shoulder to see a buff guy masked in gray and wearing a black cape, smashing through a guy with power armor. Their suits being crumbled up into tight balls of twisted metal. You can almost see the blood and flesh of the wearer spurting out.
A guy baring no cape, but a tight red suit with a white fist insignia in the center falls to the surface with a feathery touch to the ground. This time the only thing masking was the white mask around his eyes. His suit showed off his body, buff and strong like gym jockey. His lips begin to articulate with no sound, but in a split second the dark guy smashed into him with a force of a bullet. Then another split second the dark cape man is grappled and smashed to the floor to have these massive handcuffs put on him.
“AaaaawwwwNofun!!!” Kenny whined as his leg twitched rapidly, “Pack-A-Punchdidn’teventry!”
“What were you watching?” I asked.
“Thelatestsuperherofight,Wasn’tmuchofafight.”
“Yeah, I saw. Who was the dark cape guy fighting Pack-A-Punch?” I don’t really follow hero media. We mostly put on the most PG for Sam and Suzy. They love those fights and practically anything superhero related. I even bought them action figures when I had the money. I don’t think I ever not seen those two playing with them.
He looks at his phone, “DarkStrikerHeis- well, was ahiredmuscleforthe Kobalt family andmanyotherorganizedcrimeleagues. Orsothat’swhat theherowatcheapp says.” Looking up at me. I’m pretty sure he’s talking fast on purpose because he paused to pronounce Kobalt family and well, was.
You know, I never realized that there was a hero app. Now if only I had a phone. “Ooo, do you have one of Sunflower? My little sister loves her.” Suzy is mesmerized by the hero. I swear. On her side of the twin’s room, she has nothing but posters of Sunflower.
Kenny nodded and fiddle with his phone while a leg twitching about until he shared me a video of a tan platinum blonde haired girl wearing a gold flowery skintight suit shoot a giant fucking golden laser into an enemy fortress before she turned invisible and the video stopped. It looks to be a much older video. Both his legs begin to twitch excitedly.
“When was that taken?”
“BattleofCuba.”
I whistled in surprise. The battle of Cuba was years ago when I was just a toddler I think. There isn’t a lot of video on it, especially about the major players. I must get that app on my computer, so I can show the twins.
“Who’syourfavoritehero?” Kenny asked, one leg stopped twitching.
“Hmmm, I’m not really into heroes. They’re cool and everything, but I can’t say I’m crazy about them. If I had to pick one would be Droplet. She’s pretty funny.”
“Andnottomentionshe’sthehottestnewhero.”
“Eh really?”
“Have YOU not,” He clapped his hands together. “SEEN,” he then points them at me “hermodelingdebut?”
“No?” The look on his face was one of complete disbelief.
He started going through his phone as he grumbled to himself. Then almost face bashing me with his phone. A picture of a brunette with tropical blue tips, dark aqua eyes, lips so kissable, and face so perfectly beautiful that it should’ve been photoshopped rather than real. Droplet looks to be about my age, but with supers, you can never tell. They’re known to age very well.
“You’re right, she’s is gorgeous,” I said almost nonchalantly.
“Howcanyoubesononchalant? His voice soared a whole octave. Then someone pressed the emergency stop button again, “Are you gay?”
“NO NO no.” waving my hands to exaggerate, “Definitely not.”
“Ok, but just so you know. I’m not into-”
A loud clearing of the throat was heard from the front of the classroom. I forgot that I was in class.
It was the teacher, “Thank you.” Before starting her lecture, “Good morning class, I’m Mrs. Cook, during this year we’ll be talking about topics from the 1900s to the 1970s up to the ghoul invasion.” She droned on while a note from Kenny was passed to me.
I opened it up and it read, ‘Do you like anime?’ in beautifully written letters. His handwriting and speech are so different.
I wrote ‘YES!!!’ and sent it back. He gave me a thumb’s up. Oh yeah, we’re going to be good friends. This is going to be a fun year for sure.
…
“That’s all for right now, you may go to lunch.” The teacher said before all the students crowded in a line of discord to the lunch room. The last two periods without Kenny has been boring.
I passed several students eating lunch and the stuff they were serving today looked like a pile of shit on a taco shell. Thank god I brought my own lunch.
I observed the lunch room for a good seat. It wasn’t very hard to find the ever-twitching chocolate energizer bunny. Only, he was sitting with a girl with the prettiest hair I’ve ever seen. Her long snow-white hair gleamed in the LED lights of the lunchroom, though she had her back to me.
“She’s a super.” I mused to myself. Only supers have that color hair.
I walked over just as the white-haired girl smashed a fist on the table, putting a crack into it. With a very angry masculine toned soprano voice, she seethed, “I will NOT wear a foockin’ dress, you twitchin’ buffoon!” Yep, definitely a super. Only they can do something like crack a table.
Kenny held his hands up and waved them twitchingly in surrender, “I’mjustsayingyou’dlook SUPER BEAUTIFUL ifyou’djustworeadress.”
Time to make my appearance in this episode of what the fuck, “Hey, what’s the problem here?”
Kenny looked over at me pleadingly, "Canyouagreethatheshouldwearadress?”
“I’m not a foockin’ girl! I’m a man, twitchy tard!” The white-haired boy(?) glared daggers at the chocolate energizer bunny.
Okay, if I’m looking at the whole picture right, the white-haired person is a boy and Kenny is showing one of his traits for being irritating. I know what to say, “I don’t think we should impose on someone’s dress. Especially someone who doesn’t want to wear a dress.” Boo ya. I’m so poetic.
The two of them stared at me before Kenny began to laugh like a hyena at me and the white-haired trap continue to just stare at me. Looking at his face now, he looked like a bunny rabbit with red doe eyes, squishy cheeks, cute full pouty lips, and a sweet round nose.
“You’resolame!” Kenny laughed holding his stomach.
I forced my lunch on the table and unpackage it to take an aggressive bite of my ham and cheese sandwich. All the while motherfucking Kenny’s laugh slowed.
“Yeah yeah, laugh it up energizer bunny. At least I don’t have a fetish for heroes.” I spouted. This time Bunny boy began to laugh and snort like a crossbreed of a baby hyena and a piglet. I don’t think I felt heartache this bad since the time Suzy snuggled to sleep with our stray cat, Boots (I took lots of pictures).
Bunny boi finally looked up at us, gazing at him, “What are you looking at?!” He growled before blushing.
I need to change topics, “SOOOO, Kenny, *clearing throat* will you introduce me to your new friend?”
“Oh right,” He began his articulating session, I swear he does his high energy shit on purpose. “Roland, this is Juno, Juno this is Roland.”
“Nice to meet you, Juno.” I held my hand out to greet him.
His voice still in that masculine toned soprano, “Likewise.” He shook my hand firmly. His hands were soooo soft though.
“By the way, why in the world was Kenny trying to get you to put on a dress?”
“Iwas NOT tryingtoputadressonJu- EEE!!!” He squeaked as he found himself under the interrupting glare of Juno, the angry boi.
“Because I look like a human version of a bunny rabbit.” He acknowledged his appearance. I always thought if there was a trap in real life they’d be completely oblivious that they are traps. Apparently, I was wrong.
“I can see that. Well, Kenny, what do you say to the tra- er- man?”
“Hey hey hey, you almost said trap, didn’t you?” Juno asked irritably as his doe eyes turn fierce and his pouty lips turn smug. Oh, shit shit shit, I’m sooo dead. I closed my eyes tight as the tears began to well up as I waited for doom. He just took a breath and giggled before flicking me on the nose, “You watch anime too huh?”
I nodded then asked, “You’re not going to hit me?” Sounding like a small animal. God, I'm a wimp.
“No? Why would I hit you?”
“Youjustsoundedirritated.” I squeaked out, sounding like fucking chocolate energizer bunny who’s just is quietly twitching over there.
“Sorry, I have,” He paused as he thought about the next few words. “Anger issues. They were somewhat manageable when I was way younger, but when I manifested into this,” gesturing to his appearance, “and gained my power. I began to have a rough time in middle school." He said roughly as a euphuism. "Since then, I've been trying to control my temper. Even going to anger management classes.” Taking a sip from his glass of orange juice.
“Wow, that’s incredible.” I breathed sincerely causing the bunny boy to turn crimson.
He clears his throat, trying to hide his blush, “Would you like to see my power?”
“I would love-”
“I DO!!!” Kenny articulately declared, interrupting my answer. Well, whatever.
Juno picked up an apple and left it mid-air. It stayed there and didn’t move, “My power is the ability to change gravity on something or someone by just touching them.” The apple fell into Juno’s slender fingers before tossing the apple to Kenny to which he struggled to catch it.
“Thisisheavy.” He said before passing it to me.
It wasn’t that heavy. Heavier maybe, like five pounds too heavy for an apple. I gave them back to Juno. Who seemed hella proud. I would too with that power. Who wouldn’t?
“THAT’SSOAWESOME!!!!” Kenny exclaimed as he pushed on the table, standing up.
“I agreed with the chocolate energizer bunny. This is awesome.”
“Thanks!” Giving us a wide grin, he looked so adorable. I shook my head. He’s a guy god damn it. I’m not gay! Then again, it’s not gay if the dicks don’t touch. I hate myself. He clears his throat snapping me out of my apparent gaze, “Can we exchange phone numbers? You know if you want to hang out?” He said shyly.
I nervously rubbed the back of my neck, “Uh um, sorry, I don’t have a phone.”
“Ido!” The chocolate boy pushed up his glasses and sang.
“I wasn’t talking to you, energizer bunny.” Giggling at his own words. That is definitely NOT cute. I’m totally NOT sarcastic. He stared at me stretching a part of his mouth to the left in thought, “Hmm, what’s your last period?”
“English.”
“Cool, me too, do you have a bike?”
“Metoo!” Kenny repeated.
“Yeah?” ignoring the chocolate boy
“Would you like to come to my house and get one of my old phones?”
“Is that okay?”
“Sure, I get one every year from one of my relatives. Highly annoying.” God bless rich kids. Can’t hate free stuff. Or so I think he’s rich.
“Okay, but I need to call my mom to let her know. Mind if I use your phone?”
“Nope, but let’s do that in between periods.”
“CanIcome?” Kenny asked abruptly?
Juno, “Do you have a bike?”
“I have a Scooter!” Kenny proudly and articulately declared.
Juno and I glanced at each other is bemusement before falling into unrelenting laughter.
“A-a scooter!” Juno squeaked causing the both of us to laugh harder until we were clutching our stomachs, banging on the table, and tears welling up.
“Sorry to burst your bubble, guys, but our teacher is leaving.” Kenny articulated with his arms crossed.
Juno glanced over, “Oh shit, you’re right.” Kenny and he picked up their stuff, “Well see ya in English.”
"Yeah see ya," I replied waving.
“ByebyeRoland!” Kenny waved energetically.
“Bye.” Waving back just as hard.
In the distance, Kenny articulated, “Seriously though, you should wear a dre-” before getting interrupted with a flick from Juno.
I chuckled at there dynamic. Damn, two friends now. Even a good friend like Juno. Then the adorable parts of him flowed into my thoughts. Before I knew it, I was banging my head against the table and saying, “He’s a guy god damn it!”
…
The bell rang and all the students including me dispersed.
Sixth period was pretty chill. Most teachers weren’t doing much on the first day anyway. I’m just glad that my art teacher is pretty chill.
I’m taking art because kind of want to learn how to draw better manga characters. As lame as that is, I am a decent drawer. Though, nothing spectacular. I wonder what Juno has as an elective. I heard that they had some type of powers 101 class.
I arrive at my last class early. The English classroom is right next to the Art classroom making the last class the easiest to get to provided I’m not given any books. I doubt it since it’s art.
I sat in the back of the classroom by the window like a true main character I am. The afternoon sun rays bounced off the clouds creating a combination of a bright shade of yellow. This is why I love the outside. The beautiful scene of the afternoon reminds me of all the interesting and fun anime I've watched.
A wild Juno appeared, sitting right in right in front of me with an adorable grin on his face. "Hi, Roland!" He said, almost with a tune.
I smiled back, “So did anything good happen to you last period?”
“Yeah, my powers 101 class is awesome.” He practically beamed.
Oh, so there it is called powers 101. I thought for the name would be more interesting. “What did you do?”
“We got to play around with our powers after the teacher went over the syllabus.”
“Oh really, what were the other kids like?”
“Nobody as cool as you.” He blushed.
Oh wow, oh my god, is this what it feels like to be in love? "I'm not that cool," I said shrugging my shoulders
“NOT THAT COOL!” He growled, oh shit, he’s getting aggressive about this, “You’re the only one who didn’t make fun of my appearance!” He takes a deep breath, calming himself down before blushing, “Sorry.”
Yep, nope, he’s a boy, definitely a boy, “Wow, thank you, I feel honored.” Trying to hide my grin. I’m smiling way too fucking much. Is this what it feels like to be a normie?
“You’re welcome!!” Giving me a sincere grin. Oh shit, don’t do that, it’s bad for my heart.
“Higuys!!!” A wild Kenny appeared.
"Oh look, it's Kenny," I said monotonously.
“Yeah, hi Kenny.” Juno also said monotonously, following my lead and suppressing a smirk.
“Whyyouguysdoingthat?” He said, being his usual twitchy self.
“Nothing,” I chuckled.
“Yeah nothing,” Juno also chuckled.
“Anyway,” Kenny changes the subject, “WegoingtoJuno’shouseorwhat?”
“Yeah, we’re still going if Roland is going," Juno said. The two of them look at me expectantly.
"I can only go if my mom lets me go," I said reluctantly. To be honest, that wasn’t exactly the case. Anytime I had a friend, they always stayed at my house, but I haven’t had one since elementary school. I didn’t think I’d be going to someone’s house so soon.
“You can use my phone to call your mom after school if you want.” Juno offered.
“O-okay.”
“STUDENTS!” The teacher announced, “Welcome to my classroom!!!” The teacher had the Cat in a hat, hat with pink-rimmed sunglasses on with a party blower thing in his mouth, “In my class, we will be discovering…" He excitedly told us all about how awesome his English class is. He was about as twitchy and energetic as our energizer bunny.
The last bell rang, and the student began their journey home.
“Ilovethatteacher!!!” Kenny declared with a twirl.
Juno, “Oh course you love him, he’s you but older.”
Me, “And vanilla.”
Kenny pouted, “Don’tyouagreethatheiscool?”
I smiled, “I can, he is pretty cool.” Then a shitty memory of another cool teacher came into my mind, “It’s the cool ones who are the worse.
“Roland’s right, I knew a couple cool teachers in middle school. When I manifested, they turned into complete assholes.”
This left a morose silence as we walked to our bikes.
“Anyway,” I broke the silence, “Can I borrow your phone. I need to call my mom.”
“Oh right!” Juno dugged into his pocket and unlocked it before giving it to me.
I said, “Thanks.” as I dialed mom’s number.
“No problem.”
The phone rang a few times before my mother picked up, “Hello?” I turned around and began pacing.
"Hi, mom."
“Hey sweetheart, did something happen?”
“No, I’m just calling you to see if I could go to a friend’s house for a bit.”
“A friend?” She sounded shocked, “Who’s this friend?”
“A friend from school.”
“Really what’s his name?”
“Juno.”
“Oh, I didn’t expect them to be a she.” Sounding more shocked than before.
“No no no, he’s a boy.”
“Odd name for a boy. Anyway, can I have an address of this boy’s house.”
What? “Mom, you sure? What about the twins?”
“They’re old enough to take care of themselves. Now don’t worry about it, now can I get an address?”
“Sure, hold on one moment.” I turn around to see Juno smash into the ground with his foot and doing martial arts. “Um, Juno?”
He froze and turned to me, “Yeah?”
“Can I have your address?”
“Oh,” flushing from embarrassment, “3467 Epsilon Road.”
What, but that’s inside the wall, I gulped before saying to my mom, “3467 Epsilon Road.”
“Wow! I didn’t think you’d meet someone who lives inside the wall. I hope you have fun, sweetheart.” She hung up.
We stood in silence. Kenny was nowhere to be seen.
“Uh wow, I didn’t know you lived inside the wall.”
“Oh yeah, it’s not a big deal.” He said dismissively.
The elites of Epsilon city live inside the wall. To everyone outside the wall, they’re known as insiders and are stereotypically posh and snooty. I guess this explains a bit of Juno’s temper. If I had to put up with them, I would have anger issues too.
A sound of the Dukes of Hazard horn comes in and behind it is Kenny sitting on his scooter with a helmet. “Heyguys!!!”
“Hey Kenny?” we both synchronized.
“Ihavetogohomedadwantstoshowmehisnewinvention.” He said and flew off on the scooter.
Juno and I burst into chuckling. We couldn’t help it, Kenny looked so lame on that scooter.
“Let’s go,” Juno giggled.
…
Riding a bike through Tristan Park is like doing it in a forest. Everything is natural and beautiful even though summer doesn’t have the pretty leaves of spring or fall, but it does have perfect weather. Hot with a nice breeze and only a small number of clouds in the sky.
Juno was ahead of me, keeping the same speed. Trying to at least. The most common power, Paragon, gave the super heighten abilities all over depending on the person. I’m guessing before is trapiffication (lol) he was stronger and fitter than the average teen.
I pedaled hard up to him when we rode out of the forest of the city and stayed on the somewhat flat paths of the city’s streets.
“Juno.” I breathed.
“Yeah?”
“What level do you have on Paragon?”
“C why?”
“Wow, you’re really strong.” That was an understatement, levels go from the weakest level, F, to the strongest level, A. The fact that he’s C means he’s very strong especially for a super his age.
“Meh, no big deal,” He smiled. He obviously was proud of his level. “I just lift.”
Yeah, just lift. I’m betting due to his elite status he had to keep in shape in both mind and body to not lose favor of the other insiders.
“What’s your family like?” I asked, considering how Juno isn’t the stereotypical Insider, I kind of want to know what’s his family like.
“My mom is pretty nice. She’s home all the time, and probably making sweets with Lilly knowing you’ll be coming. They’re really delicious! Sebastian is our house manager, he handles all the housework. He spars with me on days with little housework. It’s fun! Lilly is in college. She helps mom with the cooking. She’s like an older sister to me.”
The way he talks very gregariously about his family. I noticed he didn’t mention his dad. I don’t think. “That’s great, I can’t wait.” I know this is stupid, but it’d be fun to try, “First one to touch the wall wins.”
“It wouldn’t even be a fight.”
“You wanna bet?”
“Bet what?”
“If I win then you owe me a favor, vice versa.”
Juno thought about it for a quick second, “Okay,” He said with a smirk, “You’re on.”
We halt and line up our wheels, “Okay on three.” Juno nodded, “Three!” I yelled as I pedaled as fast as my skinny legs could go. I’m average size for my age and Juno is a little taller than me. I think if I lean in and pedal hard than I have a chance of winning. I glanced behind me to find a smirking Juno holding the back of his head.
I kept pedaling as hard as I could even when I was going down a slope. Before I knew it, the wall was almost within my grasp. Just a few seconds and I would gain a favor from an adorable bunny boi.
Then, I saw it. A blur of white zoomed passed me slide stopping by the entrance of the wall. I lost, I knew it was stupid. Then I realized. He hasn’t touched the wall yet. He was just sitting there waiting.
This was my chance, maybe he’s messing with me, but I just really want that favor. I pedaled harder than I’ve ever pedaled before.
Reaching a speed, I’ve never reached before. My legs burning from intense aerobic movement. I could feel the lactic acid being created in my thighs. I pressed on all the way, yelling and clenching my teeth to block out the pain. I soared passed Juno as I got closer to the wall. I brake as hard as I could on both front and back. I was going too fast and I closed my eyes as I was about to crash into the gigantic concrete wall.
I was weightless.
I opened my eyes to find Juno grasping the back wheel of the bike, panting. He let go and turned flat on his back.
I stared in shock, I was saved by Juno. Had I crashed into the wall, I don't even know what would've happened. I shook my head and jumped to Juno. “Juno.” I sobbed, tears flowing down my cheeks. “Are you okay?”
He giggled, “Yeah, just took a lot out of me.” He sat up. “Hey, why are you crying?”
“I don’t know.” I sobbed even harder.
He rubbed my back, “Hey don’t worry about it, I’m okay.”
“I know *sniffle*I-I-I-I just don’t know *sniffle* if I hit the wall *sob*.” Oh god, I’m so pathetic. Why am I so sensitive?
Juno was silent before taking my hand into a gentle grasp and placing it on the giant concrete wall. I looked at him, confused, “You win.” He said, grinning.
“Wha-wha-what! bu-bu-but, I caus-caused you *sniffle* trouble.”
“Don’t worry about it, unlike me, you have to work hard to get what you want. I saw that when you were riding.”
“Re-*sniffle* really?” I sound like a girl, seriously, how pathetic. A trap is more of a man than me. I sniffled one last time before looking down, “I’m really pathetic, aren’t I? *sniff* I cry like a girl when something like this happens. I’m so weak and pathetic *sniff*. This is why I have no friends.” All of this is true. Anytime I want to try and make a friend, I'm too scared to try. Had Kenny not been so assertive, I would’ve been my lonely, self-deprecating self
His face changed from worry to fierce anger. “HOW FOOCKIN’ DARE YOU SAY ABOUT YOURSELF!!!” He gets right up in my face. His eyes were fierce and angry. “YOU’RE THE ONLY FOOCKIN’ PERSON WHO’S EVER GIVEN A DAMN ABOUT ME OUTSIDE MY FAMILY. YOU’RE KIND AND CARIN’ AND IF YOU WERE A GIRL I’D MARRY YOU!!!!” Using all the rest of his breath to say the last part out as he panted from using all the oxygen in his lungs. He realized what he said, and blushed before turning around to hide it, “So don’t be a bitch to yourself.” He mumbled.
He would marry me if I was a girl? I chuckled, it was way too funny and cute to not start laughing like a hyena. It was the gayest fucking thing someone ever said to me and the thought just made me laugh even harder.
“Why are you laughing?” Juno said looking a bit irritated.
“You said *chuckle* the gayest *chuckle* thing EVER!!!” Sending me to tears of laughter as I rolled around, holding my sides as they begin to sore.
Bunny boi’s face turned crimson, “Stop laughing at me! it isn’t funny!” he growled
I get up and pick up my bike, “Okay gay boi. Lead the way.”
Juno grumbled as he picked up his bike and began pedaling through the entrance of the wall. I followed.
…
Inside the gigantic concrete wall, it was suburbia. Nothing much different from when I lived in the suburbs except with nicer houses and immaculate gardens and yards. No building stood taller than five stories and all houses painted in a variety of drab colors.
As we delved deeper into the heart of Epsilon city, the bigger the house got. Not taller, just wider and nicer. The colors became less drab and prettier, keeping the darker colors.
Eventually, we came to the Mansions, you couldn’t see them all, but we passed by a few miles apart. We kept going.
"Um, Juno," I called.
“Yeah?”
“Where is your house?”
He smiled, “Oh, we’re not too far.”
The further you went into the heart of the city, the most prestigious of the elites. Big names like Featherfield, Harkon, and Nolan live here. The names that built this city from the ground up.
“I don’t mean to pry or anything, but what is your last name?”
“Don’t worry about it, I thought you would ask that question.” He smiled, “It’s Featherfield.”
“Ooooh,” MY FUCKING GOD!!! Juno is a Featherfield?!?! Garrett Featherfield was the famous inventor who created the first suit of power armor. Hell, he was the guy who created Feather Armory and practically turned the tide of the Ghoul Invasion. He’s also the guy who built a whole new industry and brought Epsilon from a refugee town into a thriving city it is today. He’s a guy that we hear about in history class. “Wow.”
Juno shrugged as we came across the biggest mansion I’ve ever seen. It was very modern with the whole front curved inward away from us. A reflective material covered the exterior of the house. It couldn’t be more than five stories. The circumference of the what I’m thinking to be a semi-circle must be equal to the height.
Juno faced me, “Just to let you know, the first few minutes will be overwhelming. Just let the maid and butlers do their job.”
What? Just as we walked there was a massive gathering in a stereotypical mansion entrance room, “Welcome home Master Juno and Master Roland.”
"I knew this would happen," Juno grumbled.
I got close to Juno and whispered, “Um, what’s going on.”
“Sebastian, he likes to make a big entrance of things.”
"Do you have these many servants?”
“Workers!” He hissed, “Normally, they have shifted.” Oooh, that makes sense.
There was about ten of them, butlers on one side and maids on the other wearing the very outfits that they’re depicted in anime.
“Do they always look like that?” I whispered.
“No, normally they wear very functional clothes.”
A tall, handsome, dark-haired man walked steadily between the two lines.
“Welcome home young master!” He said gregariously then faced me, “Welcome, Master Roland I’m Sebastian, the lead butler of this humble estate. I hope you enjoy your stay!” He bowed and put a hand over his chest while the butlers did the same and the maids curtsied. It was seriously like something from an anime.
“Sebastian!” Juno seethed. Oh shit, they made the trap angry.
“Yes, Master Juno?”
Juno’s fists clenched as he gritted, “Why are you doing this?”
“Well, Master Juno, I have to cordially welcome your love interest somehow.”
“LOVE INTEREST!?!?” Juno and I harmonized our faces bright red.
“Was I wrong to assume that proposing one’s hand in marriage doesn’t make the individual a love interest?”
“YOU WATCHED US!!!” Juno shouted.
“Well, we must protect the master of this house.” He replied dismissively.
“Besides, Roland's a boy," Juno said almost as if he was prideful.
“Yeah, I’m a boy!” I agreed.
“And it’s 2018, same-sex marriage has been legal since 2015.” We both stood there dumbfounded, “Oh how our Juno has grown up so fast.” Sebastian pulled out a handkerchief to wipe a fake tear from his eye, so did the workers before they were unable to keep their amusement any longer and burst into mirth.
Most the held their sides laughing. Some of them rolled around. Sebastian just stood there and chuckled. I glanced over to see that Juno was as embarrassed at I was.
“Sorry, Juno, we thought it’d be fun to play a prank on you and your friend.” The handsome dark-haired man apologized, bowing once more. “It was Tom’s idea anyway.”
“HEY!!” A light-haired butler protested, “Andrea did the costumes!”
“Well, Freddy helped!!” A pink haired maid protest, “And wasn’t Payton the one who got us the materials?”
“That’s unfair.” A ponytailed pretty boy said, “It was-”
“Stop your bickering.” The tall dark man said, “We had our fun, now go home.” The whole staff protested before being shooed off by Sebastian. He faced us, “Well, let me change and we’ll give the tour of the place.” He disappeared into a room leaving Juno and I to ourselves.
Juno grabbed my wrist and began pulling me upstairs. “Hurry! Before he comes back. You’ll never hear the end of it with him.”
I tried to equal the speed, but I couldn’t keep with his Paragon brisk walking speed, “Slow down, Juno.” I whined.
“There is no slowing down. You’ll be caught in his trap. Sebastian knows EVERYTHING about this house and will take the whole day droning over it.” Juno checked the behind, "Oh god! There he is! Hurry!" I glanced my six to find a briskly walking Sebastian in jeans and a T-shirt.
“Mr. Alder, Juno, please come back. We must tour the estate!”
I felt weightless as I’m being dragged by a running Juno’s power. Is this a romantic comedy?
Before I knew it, I’m thrown in a room and against a wall as I feel my gravity come back as a door slammed. I laid there. The carpet felt so soft and cozy. If I die, then so be it on this nice floor staring at the ceiling of the painted bunny.
A white-haired bunny angel came to my side with a worried look, “Are you okay?” Soprano voice so cute and melodic as though it was meant to lull me to sleep.
“You’re so beautiful, bunny angel," I whispered now feeling the brunt of a headache setting in.
A loud THWAP snapped me to my senses, “Snap out of it!” Juno growled, blushing. Oh, I forget, the only this closest to a girl here is an angry bunny boi.
I sat up, investigating the area. It was a surprisingly cute room with white walls, pictures of anime bunny girls, different color bunnies in picture frames, and an assortment of other bunny-related things. “Where am I?” All of it was adorable.
“My room.” Juno whispered with crimson across his face, “I think bunnies are um cute.” He mumbled as though he was pouting about it.
“Ah.” Holy mother of fucking god, why isn’t Juno a girl? The longer I’m with him the longer I feel like I should ignore my rational thought and go gay. “I didn’t know you were this girl-” A carrot smashed into my side causing me to spasm to the ground, holding the side.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING SAY THAT!!!” He squealed angrily. Yup, won’t be going gay anytime soon. Definitely starting to think this is a romantic comedy.
“Anyway,” I rasped, “Let’s get that phone.”
“Oh right, I forgot.” Me too to be honest. Juno opened a door that was a giant messy walk-in closet. Stuff piled everywhere. He dug through it like an excavation site.
“Doesn’t the workers organize your stuff?”
Juno stopped to answer, “No, they’re not allowed to come into my room unless I give them permission.”
"Oh," I replied before he continued his excavation. I began looking around his room. It was layered with bunny related stuff. "You uh really like rabbits huh?"
“You have a problem with that?” He said without halting the excavation.
Looking at a poster who looked like Juno’s twin except with boobs, “No, it just would explain why you look the way you do.”
“I guess.”
“Do you mind the way you look?” I asked hesitantly.
He paused, “Hmmm, it’s a pain that everyone thinks I’m a girl, but I hate it.” I heard somewhere that when paragons manifest, they change into their ideal body image. I guess Juno’s was the girl version of this bunny anime girl, well minus the ears and tail… and the tits.
"That's cool if I do get powers I hope that I become more handsome than I already am."
Juno giggled, “Narcissist.”
I saw a door opposite of Juno’s closet, “Hey Juno, what’s in there?”
“WHY THE FOOCK, CAN I NOT FIND IT!!!” Throwing a piece of closet junk into a wall.
Well, that's my answer, I walked hesitantly to the door and peeked inside. It was a whole room of tall grass and bushes, like a little prairie field. And in that room, I saw the biggest, fattest rabbit every. He looked like Juno but in bunny form. Around him were rabbits of a variety of color. All happily feasting on the grasses of the small prairie.
“His name is fat Freddy if you’re thinking that.” Juno came next to me. “Found the phone by the way.” He held out the device and I took it.
“Sweet, thanks! You really do love rabbits huh?”
“My first word was bunny.”
That answers my question. “Should the phone be activated?”
“No, I did that a while ago. Mostly if I ever need another phone, I would have it.”
I faced him, “Thanks, you’ve only met me today, but you’ve been so generous.”
“I’m rich, I can get anything I want, some people can’t. It’s no big deal.” He shrugged
“Still, I can’t thank you enough,” An idea popped in my head, “How about we exchange contact information?”
He smiled sincerely, “Sure.”
We did just that.
….
I stared at the contact on my phone that said, Juno Herring. Apparently, Juno kept his mother's last name for some reason. Today has been crazy. I made two friends. One of them turned out to be an incredible person.
"Roland, we're here," Sebastian said.
"Thanks, Sebastian for driving me home."
“No problem, anything for Juno’s boyfriend.”
“Wha-" He left without letting me whine, leaving me in the dust. I chuckled. He's just teasing me. I faced the apartment complex and walked. Not only that but the adventure we had. We laughed, we cried, and we laughed again. I learned a lot about Juno in a span of a day. I don't know why he's so trusting of me, but I'm glad that he is.
I opened the door to my apartment.
"Hey, sweetheart. How was your play date?” Mom said, watching TV.
I chuckled, “Mom it wasn’t a play date, I went there because my friend offered me a phone.”
“Did he now?”
I pulled out the phone, “Yeah, he’s a pretty great person.”
“We’re going to have to thank him properly soon.”
I smiled and nodded, “Where are the twins?”
“Asleep. Something you need to do.”
All the exhaustion hit me at once, “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll do just that. Good night.” I walked into my bedroom.
“Night.” I heard my mom said before I closed the door.
I faced my bed to find a lump in the sheets. I walked to it and find little Suzy sleeping soundly. I sighed and cuddled next to her and slowly drifted off to somber.
A person devoid of all appearance of humanity stood with arms spread out in a T-shaped pose. A rainbow of labeled tabs appeared vertically to the right of the person. Below that sat a ‘Done' button and to the other corner appeared a ‘Reset' button. Above and to the center of the whole thing were the words, "Character Creation."
It was the same dream as before.
The labeled tabs read race, gender, body, face, and hair. When I thought of race, the race tab opened up. Listing very generic races: Human, High elf, wood elf, dark elf, dwarf, orc, etc. All of them looked very generic, but one, beast person. I thought it and the character turning a Cat boy. I thought gender and changed the boy into a girl. Then an idea popped up in my head.
There was a character I made in a game called For Courage. It was a fantasy MMO RPG game that had a unique combat system. I didn't always have time to play it, but when I did, I had a blast. In the game, you could there was a race called beastkin. Well, I made a loli cat girl and gave her a giant hammer on there. It was pretty fun playing her.
So I tried recreating her here in this Character Creation. It is a dream, after all, no harm in making an adorable character.
The finished product had smoky black hair in a wavy bob with straight bangs. She looks old enough to be ten, but her body gives away that she much older. Her tail was long and fluffy like a Maine coon’s tail and the same color as her hair. I gave her sun-kissed skin and striking blue eyes that stood out among her dark features.
It didn’t take long to create her. The settings were pretty straightforward, but there were plenty of more advanced options. Like even changing the texture of her hair.
I pressed done and woke up in my bed with a sleeping Suzy cuddling me. I kissed her forehead and slowly squeezed off my bed.
I shuffled into the bathroom and turned on the light. I looked in the mirror to see the character I created in the dream staring back at me.
I touched where her ear would be. I could feel my hand touch my ear, they twitched. Then I moved the third limb, a tail. I touched it. God, it was so soft and fluffy. Finally, I touched my crotch. Nothing was there.
And cue the anime opening.
Hey everyone, I've had some conflicting feelings about Trial by Fire. I feel that some of it is completely unnecessary and the torture scene shouldn't be there. Also, I think that the story should be more definite and realistic than the MC having a massive panic attack and being taken by the Silver Legion. I think there could be something better. I don't know though, I mean as some of you said, it's like the whole thing is going down a rabbit hole. The idea of the story isn't that, but to show a world through a narrative.
If you feel that Trial by Fire should be changed for whatever reason. Please be candid. I want to work on this story and truly make it more than just a cheap knock-off story with a half ass story and a Protagonist that everyone despises. Or a story that makes Alice in the Wonderland look tamed.
I have a few options running through my mind and most of them would be major revisions to chapter 2 and 3 (or Trial by Fire).
Anyway, thank you for reading my budding story and be candid.
“Don’tpanic.Don’tpanic.Don’tpanic.” Whispering a mantra. Something my dad taught me back when he was alive. He was a refugee in the Ghoul Invasion and the thing that would kill people is panicking.
I take a deep breathe, “One Mississippi-” closing my eyes to see a character screen of some kind. "What the fuck?" I opened my eyes to see a catgirl staring in perplexity.
I reclosed my eyes. On the top, there was a tab labeled: stats, skills, spells, and quests.
Stats.
The tab opened up for me to find a screen. To the left were the words and numbers:
Body: 109
Strength: 97
Endurance: 118
Agility: 112+100
Mind: 92
Charisma: 80
Intelligence: 119
Cunning: 76
Spirit: 104
Vitality: 100
Dexterity: 113
Perception: 100+150
In the center were the letters and numbers:
Health (red) 100/100
Stamina (green) 118/118
Hunger (Brown) 109/109
Thirst (light blue) 109/109
Mental (purple) 100/100
To the right were the words and numbers:
Night vision: Plus 50 to perception and can see in low light.
Feline senses: Plus 100 to perception.
Feline agility: Plus 100 to agility.
Below and in the center embolden were the words and letters:
Points accumulated: 100 single stat points or 25 all-stat points.
Skills, spells, and quest were blank.
Is this even reality anymore? I had a dream of creating a character. I woke up and find that I am the character, and I now have stats and skills like a character from an RPG.
I pinched myself hard and it hurt. I could feel pain, so this definitely not a dream. Oh wait! Didn’t the protagonist in animes did that too.
OH NO! Is this world becoming an anime, but what type of fucked up anime would this even be. Turn a boy into a cat loli? That’s fucked up in a serious way.
I took another deep breath to keep from panicking. It’s working, but now very well.
“Okay,” I whispered to myself, “I need to set priorities.” I took another breath, “Priority number one. I need to tell mom.” A ding came into my head and I looked around. Nothing. “Priority number two, I need to figure out what’s wrong with me.” Another ding popped into my head. Both dings sounded like a notification. Maybe it’s my power which brought me to “Priority three, test the extent of whatever the fuck character screen is.” A ding popped into my head.
I closed my eyes and thought, ‘Quests’. The tab popped open and I find a quest titled:
A New Start:
Wake up Miranda Alder in her room
Go to a Metaphysiologist
Find skills 1/10
I thought to ‘Skills’.
Serenity Level 1: The ability to keep one’s mind calm in the face of great adversity. +10 to the mental bar.
I look at the mental part. It was now at 110/110. Well, that’s useful. I opened my eyes and my journey to a new world has begun.
….
Our apartment is small and bare. We may have moved in years ago, but to us, it didn’t feel like home. Home was in the suburbs. A home that had been sold to another family.
It’s not bad living in the city though. There’s plenty to do and no time to do any of it. Mom has to work and I have to take care of the duties of the house. Which is why I’m a weeb beta fag.
I digress, I opened the door carefully. As any lover of science knows, sound travels and in this tiny apartment, you can’t be loud in paper thin walls.
“Mom,” I whispered. “We have a problem.” She didn’t answer. I got closer and nudged her a bit, “Mom, seriously, we have a problem.”
She rasped, “Suzy?”
“No, it’s me, your son, Roland.”
“No it isn’t. Go back to bed, Suzy, it’s too late to play prank.”
“I’m being serious, mom!” I exasperated through my whisper. “I think I’m a super.” I sucked up the tears. I can’t cry yet.
She perked up and rubbed her eyes, “Can you turn on the light?” I did and she stared wide-eyed at me. “Who are you?” My lip began to tremble.
“I just told you, I’m Roland. I think I manifested into a super.” My mouth feeling dry.
She narrowed her eyes, piercing with her gray eyes into my soul. “Okay, I’ll believe you for now. What happened.” She still sounded unconvinced.
I took a deep breath, a ding echoed through my head, “Well, I went to sleep, and I had this dream. It was a character creation menu you like see in video games. So I made a character that looked just like this. When I pressed done I woke up from the dream,” I bite my trembling lip, “I squeezed out the Suzy-filled bed and found that the character I made in the dream is me now.” A tear fell down my cheek.
Her eyes softened, “Roland?” A ding popped into my head.
“Yeah?” I said, the dam about to burst.
“You can cry now.”
I ran into my mother’s arms and wailing. I hate crying and I hate myself for being a wimp, but it felt good to let it out.
….
We laid there together for who knows how many hours. It’s been years since I cuddle with Mom. She stroke the back of my head. A weird vibrating noise came from my chest.
“Are you purring?” Mom softly asked. She put her hand up to my chest, “Oh my god! You are!” Then cuddled me tighter, “You’re so cute, little motorboat!” Petting around my ears, I couldn’t even rebuttal as I melted into my mother’s love.
We are a cat family. Dad loved cats, Mom really loves cats and my sister. Oh god, she loves everything cat related. One time I found a picture of Sunflower drawn as a cat and I swear she almost died. I love cats… and of course, cat girls considering my current situation.
“What’s with your hair?” Mom asked playing with a little piece that seemed to curl up.
“What do you mean?”
“Your hair is choppy long, but some choppy parts seem to curl outwards. Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful hair, but I’ve never seen hair like yours. Smoky black. No human has that hair color. Still beautiful though.”
“Thanks?” I didn’t know what to think of that. I guess I’m not exactly human anymore, but then again I’ve never felt human before. “I guess I’m not human anymore.”
My mom opened her mouth, but then closed it and made a thoughtful expression. “How do you feel about that?”
“Meh, I don’t think this will change much. I don’t think I told you, but Juno is a super and my other friend, Kenny, loves heroes.”
“Well, you’re pretty lucky to have friends like that, motorboat.” Is that going to be my nickname now? Motorboat.
“I only have known them for one day, mom. I doubt I could possibly trust them yet.”
“What gives you a reason to not trust them?
I thought for a moment. “What gives me a reason to trust them?”
“Touché.” Mom giggled. I giggled too. Oh god, I giggle now. I really am a girl. That thought put me in a somber mood. Mom noticed, “What is it, motorboat.” I guess this is my new nickname.
“It’s just,” I tried to find the right words, “It’s just that this is weird.” Tears began to well up and mom petted and scratched the back of my neck, “One second I’m having a time of my life and then the next second I’m a fucking cat girl.”
“Motorboat, keep it down, the twins are still asleep.” She said softly.
I jumped out of the bed, infuriated. Infuriated with being wimpy, sensitivity, and this whole fucked situation. “I can’t, mom. This whole situation is so fucked that I can’t even fathom how fucked this is.” Tears began to flow down my cheeks as my voice achieve a louder tone, “The more I think about it *sniffle*, the more fucked it is. *sob* Not only am I so recognizably a mutant but unlike supers. Everyone hates mutants. That alone scares me. *sniffle* I heard the rumors. *sniffle* The fucking Legion is going to make me disappear and without a fucking trace. *sobbed* I don’t want to disappear, mommy. I don’t!” I yelled before collapsing into sobs.
Mom briskly came to me and cuddled me. “It’s okay, motorboat. Everything is going to be okay. We’ll get through this, together.” Continuing to stroke all my good spots. It felt so good, but my feelings were too strong to allow purring. I just sobbed into her. Again. Like a fucking little girl…. Fuck me.
I heard the door open. “Mommy?” A tired Suzy wiping the sleep from her eyes.
“Sweeties,” She said softly, “You should get back to sleep.” She stepped in front of me to hide me.
“I can’t, mommy, Wowo isn’t there-” Oh shit, “Mommy, what do you have behind you?”
“What do you mean, sweetie?”
Suzy ignored it and went around Mom only to have mom step in front of her. “Mommy, is dat a tail? Did you bring a kitty?”
Mom flustered, “Yes, sweetie, the kitty is very scared. You can see her in the morning.”
“But, mommy. I wanna help the kitty too.” Showing off puppy dog eyes of mass destruction.
I rasped a laugh, “It’s okay, Mom. Let her see.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” She stepped away from me, revealing the new me.
“Oh mah gosh, A KITTY GIRL!” She took a step closer before her face changed from excitement to worry, “What’s wwong kitty girl?
“Suzy,” I said in the most Roland voice I could muster. “It’s me, your brother?”
“My bwother tuwned into a kitty girl?” *Ding*. Holy shit that worked. I smiled at her. I picked her up and grabbed her and spun her around causing her to squeal. “Wowo tuwned into kitty girl!” She exclaimed when I put her down. She ran out of the room saying that phrase everywhere.
I faced Mom. She was part proud, part amused, and part bemused. A confliction of emotions. “Well, that worked.” I giggled.
“It did, didn’t it?” She also giggled. “I’ll go cook breakfast. You could use a moment to yourself.” I nodded and she left.
I closed my eyes and looked in the skills tab.
Serenity level 2: The ability to keep one’s mind calm in the face of great adversity. +20 to the mental bar.
Persuasion level 1: based on their intelligence stat, your charisma stat, and the objective you want to achieve. You can persuade a person of anything. +10 to charisma.
I thought to the quests tabs.
A New Start:
Go to a Metaphysiologist
Find skills 2/10
I smiled as I opened my eyes. I don’t know what I’m capable of, but I know it’ll be something great.
I walked out of Mom’s bedroom to my computer. I booted it up and went to Google.
I typed in ‘Metaphysiologist’ in the search bar and pressed enter. The best way to discover something is by googling it.
A definition appeared on my computer.
Metaphysiologist: A studier of anatomy and power of supers and mutants.
Then I typed, a metaphysiologist in my area. There was only one place and it was in the Epsilon City Hospital. One of the first hospitals in Epsilon City. Also, a hella expensive place to go.
I wrote down the name and number of the department of Metaphysiology.
I opened up For Courage. Ding. I closed my eyes and go into skills. There was nothing new in skills, so I go to stats and there was something listed under the perks:
Effects:
Gamer: Playing games helps your dexterity and heal your mind of stress. +1 dexterity per hour and +10 mind per hour of gaming time.
Well, that’s interesting. I didn’t think about effects. I wonder what other effects there are. Oh shit, don’t tell me there are negative effects too.
Whatever my ability is, it’s just like a game. I try to play For Courage, but I couldn’t keep myself focused. Too many things are on my mind that I stopped playing and followed my nose to the kitchen.
The smell of pancakes smelled much stronger than before. I wonder if that’s one of the perks of having high perception.
I sat down and a plate was put in front of me. I looked at my mom and queried, “What’s the special occasion?” I always cooked and it was only pancakes on special occasions. Syrup is very expensive ever since the world fell to the oblivion of the Ghoul Invasion.
“Oh nothing, we had some syrup left and some pancake mix.” She said, flipping a pancake.
“What time is it?”
“Hmmm,” Mom looked at her phone, “It’s 6:22.”
“Want me to wake up Sam?”
Mom snorted, “I sent Suzy to do it while she was hyped up on the ‘My brother’s a kitty girl’ situation.”
Speaking of the devil. Sam walked in with Suzy bouncing behind him, “Momma, why is-” He gazed at me. “Momma, why is thewe a kitty girl in the kitchen?”
“Silly, Wowo tuwned into a kitty girl.” Bouncing around Sam. Sam and Suzy look like identical twins rather than fraternal. Both kept their dirty blonde hair short and both often exchanged clothes. The only difference is their personalities which are like night and day.
I looked like Dad in appearance. Mom showed me pictures of him when he was my age. I looked like his clone with brown hair and brown eyes. Now, not so much. Another thing that’s shit.
“Sam, Suzy, why not you two sit down and have some pancakes.” Mom said softly.
They did and two plates of pancakes slid in front of them. Suzy forced it down her throat while Sam carefully ate it with eloquence. Gently cut into it, putting it into his mouth and savoring it. Mom often joked that Sam was the reincarnation of Dad.
A slid a plate in front of me, “Eat up, Motorboat. We have a long day ahead of us.” I nodded and chowed down on the plate in front of me. The warm fluffiness of the pancake combined with the syrup and the meat and saltiness of the bacon was something to taste.
“Momma,” Sam began after finishing his plate. “Where’s Wo?
Mom smiled mischievously, “Well, right here, honey.” She pointed straight to me.
“That’s not Wo, Momma.” Sam began to sound irritated. “Where is he?” Looking at me. “Where’s my big bwother?”
I softly said, “Sam, it’s me, trust me, buddy.”
Sam’s eye twitched as he got up and yelled, “You’we not Wo, you’we just a stupid catgirl! NOW, WHERE’S WO!!” I could feel a stabbing pain in my heart. Is this a ten top anime betrayal? Tears began to well up.
“SAM!” Mom screamed. That put Sam at attention. “Go to your room!” Sam stomped off angrily. “Stubborn like Philip.” She laughed. Mom faced me, “Are you okay, sweetie.”
I sighed at I just look down in hurt, “Do you even have to ask that?”
“Oh, motorboat,” Mom hugged me. “It’ll be okay, Sam is just confused right now.”
“Him and me both.” I laughed. I felt someone stroke my tail. I looked down to see Suzy.
“Don’t be sad, Wowo. Sam is nice, he’s just having a timeout.” She gave me a big smile that just melted my heart.
“Suzy, you wanna pet me?” I don’t mind being petted. It feels so good even though I know logically its shit.
Suzy bubbled, “YES PLEASE!” She got on my lap and began petting me. It felt good the way she stroked behind my ears and the back of my neck. I began to purr, “Oh mah gosh! You’we puwwing, you’we so cute, Wowo. I’m so happy you tuwned into a kitty girl.”
God, she’s so cute.
…
“Bye kids, have a nice day at school!” She called out to Sam and Suzy.
“Bye, Mommy!” Suzy bounced back. Sam didn’t say anything. He just pouted as stomped onto the bus.
The bus sped off.
Mom faced me, “We need to figure out a few things.”
I handed her the paper with the phone number and address of the Metaphysiologist. I sat on the couch. “I’ve already done research, so now all we have to do is make an appointment and go.”
Mom smiled at me, sat next to me, and held me. She’s never been this touchy before with me at least not since I was a little kid. “I’m so proud of you, motorboat!” She patted my head and rubbed my ears as I melted in her arms and purred. She stopped abruptly and sighed, “We need to discuss the near future.”
I nodded, I knew this would come. I no longer look like myself, therefore I am no longer Roland Alder. Which is scary as fuck considering that I’m no longer legally my mother’s kid until they could prove that I am. Which I’m not even sure is possible.
There’s plenty of stories of supers being kicked out of their house because their transformations went too quick and no one believed that they were who they were claiming to be because of how different they looked.
An idea popped into my mind, “If I can’t be Roland Alder anymore. Then I can be someone else.”
“Motorboat,” Mom said tenderly, “I’m so glad you grew up to be so strong and responsible.” Oh Mom, if you only knew how weak I truly am. “Have you decided on a name?”
“Uh name?” I said awkwardly. I didn’t think about that. “I don’t know. It has only been an hour or so since I manifested.”
“I know, I know. I’m jumping the gun, but I need something to call you. How about Ayla?”
“Ayla? Noo. It sounds like I live in the 60s.”
“Monica?”
“What? No! I don’t think I’m ready for a new name right now.” I flustered.
Mom bit her lip, “I’m sorry, motorboat. It’s just, I need something else to call you besides motorboat.”
“I know mom, you’re just trying to help. I’m just not ready for any of this. I don’t think I ever will.” We sat there in silence. This is difficult. The most difficult thing I’ve ever done so far in my life besides Dad dying. I wonder what he would do or say now? He’d probably say, ‘Son, you had to move forward if you want to get anywhere in life.’ Maybe that’s what I should do. Move forward. The future is full of anxiety and fear. Especially now that I’m a catgirl. The only way to deal with it is by going one step at a time.
“Molly.” I rasped so gently.
“What?”
“Molly is a name for a stray female cat. Considering my situation. It’s fitting.”
Mom grinned sincerely, “Okay, Molly.” The name, so foreign and weird that it was directed at me.
Though, I don’t mind it.
The wind of the Thursday afternoon felt good as we drove down the bustling city before reaching the hospitals.
“In a quarter mile, go right and your destination should be on the left.” An electronic voice coming from Mom’s stated. We don’t normally go to the hospital and if we do need something like that, we go to the Hospital where Mom works.
“You FUCKING SHIT FACED CUM DUMPSTER OF A HUMAN BEING. Use your fucking blinker!!” Mom shrieked. I forgot to mention Mom has road rage.
“Mom, calm down, we’re almost there.”
“I AM CALM!” She snapped, panting. This is why I’m scared to learn driving. Not like it matters now.
She took the right and then drove into the parking lot with the building that was numbered 019. There’s a lot of hospital buildings.
We parked and Mom panted, catching her breath. “Are you okay, Mom?” I asked. I hate seeing her like this.
Mom took a deep breathe, “Yeah, sorry, Molly,” The name still sounded foreign to me. “You know how stressed I get when I’m driving.” It’s why we live close to her hospital.
“It’s over now. Let’s just chill for a second and get this appointment over with.” We sat there in silence as the clouds of the azure sky began to cluster. “You think it’s gonna rai-” A buzz vibrated in my pocket. It was my new phone. I pulled it out.
“Molly, what is it?”
“Oh, it’s nothing just a text from Juno.”
The text read, ‘Hey, where are you?’
I text back ‘I’m sick’
‘Jeez, that sucked. You also left your bike at my house. I’ll bring it over you today’
“No!” I yelped also replying back with the same answer.
“No? What’s wrong, Motorboat?” Mom worried.
“Nothing, just Juno wants to come over with my bike today. I forgot about it at his house.” I bite my trembling lip, “I ca-can’t let him see me right now. I just can’t!”
“Molly,” Mom said gently stroking my ears. “You’ll have to face the music sometime.”
I take a deep breath *Ding*. That noise is getting irritating. “You’re right.”
I texted, ‘Tomorrow, sure. We’re not at home right now and I don’t know how long it’ll be until then.’ *Ding*
‘Oh shit, are you okay?’
‘Yeah, just also needed a routine checkup’
‘Ok, cool. Get well. Kenny says Hi’ I giggled.
“You ready, Molly?” I nodded and we made our way indoors and the sign in area. The person sitting up front is a brunette in scrubs. “Molly, why don’t you sit down. It’ll only take a second.”
I did just that and found myself situation by a TV. The TV had on a national wild-meta documentary, showing all the animals.
“The dragon is a powerful creature,” Said the narrator, “It’s a flying fire-breathing fortress.” A giant scaled monster soared through the sky before landing on four legs by a cave. Baby dragons peaked out of the cave and began chirping a vicious chirp. “But, dragons can be loving.” The giant beast began licking it’s young as they began nursing on dragon teats. “Not many know that dragons have a mammal like ability to feed their young with milk.” The scene was powerful. Showing that dragons aren’t the calamities we once thought of them as.
“THIS. IS. SO. COOL!!!!” An androgynous person danced around. “I hope one day that I’ll be a mother like that.” The girl(?) said to herself. She looked over to me, “What do you think of the dragon?”
Eh, why does she(?) have to talk to me? “I don’t know, it’s okay I guess.” Trying to run away.
The girl ran up to me not letting me a chance to retreat, she had dark skin and hair with dazzling golden eyes. She’s a super. “Do you want to be a mother like that?”
“I don’t think I’m a dragon.”
“That’s not the poi-” She halted and said, “Are you like me?”
“Uh, what do you mean?”
“You know,” She said checking around and whispered, “A changeling.”
“A… Changeling?” The hell is that?
“You know when a boy manifests into a girl or vice versa? They’re called changelings.” Shit, there’s a name for people like me? I wonder if there’s something on the internet. *Ding* When I have time, I seriously need to see what in the hell is being changed.
“Maybe,” I flushed, “How do you know that?”
She monotoned, “The way you reacted to my question.” She inspected me closer, “You’re quite ahead.” She grinned, “And very pretty. I wish I was as pretty as you.” Her grin faded and a look of confusion went to her face, “What’s wrong with your eye-”
“Daniel! Stop bothering the other freaks!” A voice snapped and grabbed Daniel’s wrist. Tears welled up, I’m not a freak, am I?
“MOM! It’s Danielle. I’m telling you, I’m a girl.” The tears forced their way down my cheeks, “Look, you made her cry.”
“I don’t give a shit if I made the little freak cry or not. We’re going!” She dragged Danielle out of the building. I took deep breaths and eventually I calmed down and wiped up the tears.
“I’m back.” Mom sat right beside me.
“Welcome back,” I rasped.
Mom’s expression turned worried, “What’s wrong, Motorboat?”
“Nothing.” I lied. *Ding* Seriously, the dinging is pissing me off.
“You’re a bad liar.”
I giggled a bit, “You’re right,” I looked down and bit my lip, “I met a girl. She was watching the documentary,” I point to the TV, “It had a dragon feeding her babies.” I gulped, “She talked to me, and turns out she’s like me. A boy who is turning into a girl. A changeling.” I licked my lips. “Her mother grabbed her and called me a freak before dragging the girl out of the building.” I choked. Ever since supers existed, there’s always been discrimination just like the blacks and LGBT folks before them. There’s a reason why the Silver Legion rose to power.
Mom rubbed my back, “That must’ve been horrible.” She seethed. Her gentle toned turned to an angry one, “Had I just been here. I could’ve done something.” She took a deep breath, “But I can’t do anything now.” She pulled me into a hug. “We don’t have to get a new wardrobe today if you don’t want to.” She whispered by my ear.
If I don’t buy my own clothes. Who knows what my mom will get, but I also don’t want to be seen right now. What do I do? Suffer getting clothes or live with what my mom chooses for me. There is a third option, “How about you get me some androgynous clothing? Stuff I could wear for right now.”
Mom smiled, “Sounds good. We’ll do that after this.” I smiled back. I can’t remember how long it’d been since we did something like this. Mom has to work late most nights and on the days she’s off she doesn’t want to do much besides laze around.
“Roland Alder.” A woman’s voice announced.
“There’s our cue.” Mom said.
We strode to me. It was hard not to notice the stares. God, I wish they didn’t call me by Roland if it meant all the scares. Or maybe it’s my paranoia and anxiety getting to me.
“Please, this way.” The woman in scrubs said walking through a big door. The smell of antiseptic reminds me of dad. I hate that reminder. I took off my shoes. I knew this would happen. I’ve had regular check-ups before. “Step on the-” I stepped on it before she said anything, “Thank you.” It read thirty-four kilograms. I stepped off and under the height measurer thing. Whatever it’s called. She measured me and took it down on a tablet. “Thank you, now please, this way.”
“Wait, what’s my height? I have to know. I found myself being shorter than mom and unable to reach the things I used to be able to reach.
“Four foot ten. ” Holy shit I’m small. It’s what I get for making myself a loli. “Here’s your room. The doctor will be here shortly.” We walked into the room and the door shuts.
I sat down in one of the chairs. Mom sat down in the one next to me. “Did you hear what the lady said? I’m short.” I said neutrally. I’ve never been too attached to my height even when I was a guy. I was always average.
“Yeah, but don’t let that bother you, Molly.” Mom advised.
“I won’t.” I agreed. I closed my eyes and checked on what those dings were.
I went to skills:
Serenity level 3: The ability to keep one’s mind calm in the face of great adversity. +30 to the mental bar.
Persuasion level 1: Based on their intelligence stat, your charisma stat, and the objective you want to achieve. You can persuade a person of anything. +10 to charisma.
Liar, liar pants on fire level 1: Based on the target’s intelligence stat, your cunning stat, and the objective you want to lie about. You can make the target believe in a lie. +10 to cunning.
Then moved to quests:
A New Beginning:
Wake up Miranda Alder in her room
Go to a Metaphysiologist
Find skills 3/10
Time to face the Music:
Meet Juno Herring and Sebastian Harkcrow tomorrow at 2:35 pm at your apartment.
Complete one full day of school
Jeez, whoever designed this game, really has it out for me.
The door opened and I closed my eyes. A group of sorts came in. An old woman in a lab coat(I guess she’s the doctor), A nerdy guy in scrubs, a girl who looked like some type of witch with a mask, a beautiful blonde haired woman in scrubs, and a harden disgruntled looking man with a scar over his eye. Quite a group. They all stood in a horizontal eye look at me. Besides witch girl, who was playing her DS, completely uninterested of the situation.
“Um, Mom,” I whispered, “What in the world did you tell them?”
“I told them everything.” She calmly told me.
“Everything!” I squeaked. She nodded, not saying another word. I bit my lip. There’s too many in here. The feeling is suffocating. “Um, hello?” I said hesitantly.
A disharmonized of greetings came back.
The beautiful woman came up and greeted, “Hi, I’m Doctor Wilbur. Please to meet you, Mister…” She took a look at me, “Miss Alder, may I call you something less formal?”
I nodded and rasped, “Molly.”
“Molly it is.” She smiled and the scarred man grumbled something before getting smashed in the foot by the good doctor. Dr. Wilbur kept a pleasant demeanor as she gestured towards the old woman, “This is Doctor Foundling. She’s my colleague.” I nodded gently in response while the old woman gave me a sweet smile, “This is our resident Artificer, Jared.” She gestured to the nerdy man. He was willowy and looked like he was bullied in school.
“Artificer?” I queried. That’s a new one.
“Oh, you don’t know. An Artificer is a super with a power to invent things.”
“Can’t normal people do that?”
“Yeah, they can, only he could do it immediately after he got his power.” Ah, so kind of like some type of genius. I nodded in response. “This is our resident witch, Kara.”
“HA HA!!” She laughed, “I got you now, you lil’shit.” And aggressively playing her game.
Dr. Wilbur smiled, “She’s a bit preoccupied.” She made the scariest smile I’ve ever seen and faced Kara, “Kara, do you mind putting up the game for our patient?”
“But-but-but, I’m about to beat the boss.” The DS ripped out of her hands from an invisible force and floated in the air. Kara jumped for it, “Unfair! Give it back! Give it back!” Dr. Wilbur is a super for sure.
“Not now, after the patient.” Dr. Wilbur scolded. Kara folded her arms and pouted.
Is this an anime? Seriously though, is it?
The beautiful blonde turned back to me, “Sorry about that. Kara is a bit of a child sometimes.”
“No, I’m not!” Kara protested. Wilbur glared back at her causing the girl to jump.
“Now then,” She said returning to a smile. “This is Dan. He’s an inspector from the Department of Supernatural.” I’ve heard of DoS before on the news. It’s a controversial department. Dan grumbled something inaudible before another foot smashed into his causing him to wince. She faced me seriously, “Okay, enough of introductions. Let’s get to the point. We heard that you have feline characteristics. Is that true?”
I nodded.
“Can we see?”
I gulped, this was hard. I don’t want to be thought of as a freak to anyone. I took off my hand and my ears twitched up. The whole group harmonizes a “Wow.”
“Okay, now your tail.” I bit my lip as I pulled up my tail and moved it to the front of me. It was smokey black and fluffy. Wilbur put her hand close to it, but I whipped it back before she could touch it. “Sorry, can I touch it?”
“I-I don’t know. I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with that.” I looked over to mom. She put a hand on my head and stroked my ears. It felt good and caused me to purr before realizing that the whole group got closer and was intensely staring at me. Dr. Wilbur and Foundling were writing something on the tablet. The suffocating feeling from before intensified as the tears began to well up. Last time something like this happened was in middle school. I hate small spaces because of that. “Please *sob* stop.” I cried. Tears were fell rapidly as my mother embraced me, rubbing my back.
Mom growled, “Will all of you either get the fuck back or get out?” then seethed, “My daughter isn’t a fucking guinea pig-” The words my daughter caused me to sob harder. I don’t want to be a daughter. I want to stay a son, but I had to fucking create a cat loli. I hate myself. I’m so pathetic and sensitive like a fucking little girl. FUCK! why did I change myself into a fucking little cat cunt? Had I just made a normal character? Everything would’ve been fine. It would’ve been fun to have the power I had but fuck no. I had to be a god damn weeaboo and make a cat loli. I’m such a pedophile for doing that. I hate myself. I hate myself. I should just die. “Motorboat?” A gentle voice coerced me out of my self-hate.
I look up and see my mom’s face with a tender smile forming over her lips. She petting my good spot. “Mom-mommy?”
“Yes, Molly?”
“Is everyone gone?”
“Yeah, I gave them an ultimatum.”
“What was it?”
“Either only two people come in at a time or I’m taking my catgirl elsewhere.” She laughed. This caused us to both bursts into giggles. After she gave me a worried look, “Are you okay?”
I nodded, “Yeah, seems like my claustrophobia is still going strong.” It was a phobia that developed after the incident. If people surround me, I feel suffocated, anxious, and scared. It’s why I’m a loner.
Mom stroked my back. “You want to try again.”
“To be honest, no. I’d rather go home and cry.” I sighed, “But, we need to get this over with.”
Mom nodded. She got up and I sat back down in my chair. She opened the door letting both Doctor Foundling and Wilbur back in the room. Both of their faces wore apologetic expressions.
“Sorry, Molly.” Foundling said first, “I… I mean we didn’t know you had claustrophobia.”
“And!” My mom growled in full mother bear mode.
“And,” Wilbur continued, “We won’t treat you as a guinea pig.”
I exhaled a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. “It’s okay,” I smiled. “Let’s continue.”
When did it start?” Foundling asked. As she wiped alcohol on my arm.
I took a deep breathe, “It all started last night when I went to sleep.” I licked my lips and whispered, “I had a dream.”
“A dream?” Wilbur repeated, giving a needle to Foundling.
“Yes, have you…” I hesitated, most people don’t play video games because the real world is better than a video game. “Ever played an RPG game? Or even know what those are?”
"Yes, I've been playing The Old Scrolls series ever since it came out." Said Foundling. I never expected that one. Then again, I never expected to turn into a catgirl. A needle was in her hand, pointing at me, “There’s going to be a pinch.” She drew my blood, “Okay, you next, Mrs. Alder.” Mom nodded as Wilbur prepared another needle.
“Well, then you should know what a character creation screen is.”
“I do,” Foundling replied. This old woman is cool as hell. She wiped an alcohol pad on Mom’s arm then stuck the needle in to draw blood. She gave the needle to Wilbur, “Clara, will you give these to Jared and tell him to run a paternal test and a genetic sequence scan on Molly’s blood.” She faced me, “We’re doing this to make sure that if something happens you can say that your Mom is your mother genetically.”
“Does it really work like that?”
“Yes, you’re still you even if you don’t look like the old you. All that’s changed is some of your genetics and you gained a new organ system.”
"Cool,” Well that solves one problem, “Anyway, I saw it in my dream. I thought it was just a hyper-vivid dream, but it wasn't because when I woke up, I turned into this.” I gestured to my body.
“So you made yourself a catgirl in your dream?” Foundling amused by my situation.
I laughed solemnly, "Yeah, I played a catgirl in For Courage, and I love playing a cute character that can kick major ass. I just didn't expect to be turned into this."
Foundling laughed too, “Do you have a character screen or anything like that?”
"Yeah, actually. When I close my eyes, I can see a character screen."
“What does it have on there?”
"Stats, skills, spells, and quests. You know, a simple character screen minus the inventory and minimap. I can write it down if you want?"
"Sure." Foundling said, "Wilbur?" Wilbur handed me her clipboard and a pen, and I began writing it down.
Body: 109
Strength:97
Endurance: 118
Agility: 112+100
Mind: 92
Charisma: 80
Intelligence: 119
Cunning: 76
Spirit: 104
Vitality: 100
Dexterity: 113
Perception: 100+150
Right next to the Stats:
Health 100/100
Mental 130/130
Stamina 118/118
Hunger 94/109
Thirst 100/109
Right next to the bars:
Perks:
Night vision: +50 to perception and can see in low light.
Feline senses: +100 to perception.
Feline agility: +100 to agility.
Below and to the center of all of it:
Points accumulated: 100 single stat points or 25 all-stat points.
Then I flipped to the back:
Skills:
Serenity level 3: The ability to keep one’s mind calm in the face of great adversity. +30 to the mental bar. Activates when taking a deep breath.
Persuasion level 1: Based on their intelligence stat, your charisma stat, and the objective you want to achieve. You can persuade a person of anything. +10 to charisma when persuading.
Liar, liar pants on fire level 1: Based on the target’s intelligence stat, your cunning stat, and the objective you want to lie about. You can make the target believe in a lie. +10 to cunning when formulating a lie.
Quests:
A New Beginning:
Wake up Miranda Alder in her room
Go to a Metaphysiologist
Find skills 3/10
Time to face the Music:
Meet Juno Herring and Sebastian Harkcrow tomorrow at 2:35 pm at your apartment.
Complete one full day of school.
The search for similarity
Find other therians on the internet 0/5
I handed the board back to Wilbur, and both doctors examined it. They mumbled to each other until Foundling spoke up, "Where are the spells?"
“Oh, that’s empty right now.”
They went back to mumbling to each other while Foundling wrote stuff on her clipboard. It's a bit annoying but way better than having all them ganging up on you.
Wilbur spoke up finally, “The points accumulated. What does that mean?”
“Hmm, if I had to take a guess I can put those points in the stats if I wanted.”
“What are all-stats?” Wilbur asked.
“Probably Body, Mind, and Spirit. They’re the vaguest of the stats.”
“Why haven’t you put any points into the stats?”
"Why would I risk making the wrong choice. I already made the wrong choice once, and I'm not going to do that again." I bit my lip.
Wilbur asked, “When did this happen again?”
“Last night.”
“Impossible!!” She exclaimed. “Changes like yours can't take overnight. They take years."
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Foundling, “How much do you know about the Maginary system and Aether?”
Me, “The hell are you talking about?”
Foundling, “I guess nothing. Anyway, the Maginary system is an organ system located in your bones. It’s powered and fueled by the Aether in the air and in other lifeforms. Not everyone has a maginary system, because of this when a super manifests. They tend to change form. Mostly this only happens when the individual is categorized as a Therian, Paragon, or Sorcery, and different categories change someone into different things. For example, Paragon has changes the person to their ideal body image while Sorcery changes the person into a form they think is powerful.”
Me, “What about Therians?”
Wilbur, “Therians are changed into part animal and have abilities that coincide with the animal and very very rare in the United States. The high concentration of therians are in Japan, and they have strict borders almost isolationism."
Me, “Okay, I get that, but what does that have to do with changing very fast?”
Foundling, “I was getting there. Because of where the Maginary system is located, it may take seven years to fully change into their form depending on how much the form will change their body. Three and a half if using their power every day and maybe even shorter if they get badly hurt once or twice. The point is, changes don’t happen overnight.” She took a deep breath. “And this is where your situation differs from the rest. You changed in a night and already have your powers ready to go. Only thing is you can get more powers through skills. Which makes you have the potential to become the most powerful super in the world. Provided that you don’t die too soon to become invincible.”
And like that, I felt the weight of the world press on my shoulders. I knew I had potential, but I didn't realize how much potential. This is terrifying if this gets out. Who knows whom will come after me.
I bit my lip, harder this time. Drawing blood, tears began to collect, and I could feel my heart beat increase rapidly. I’m so fucked, so very very fucked. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Maybe I should kill myself. I’d make things easier on everyone. Mom and the twins won’t suffer because of me, Juno and Kenny can just forget about me, and I don’t have to live with the weight of everything I care about falling to ashes.
Then I felt it. A warm, cozy, familiar place. “Molly.” I heard a name call to me. Was that my name? No, my name is Roland. It has been since birth. “Molly,” A soft voice called to someone named Molly again. I ignored it. It wasn’t my name after all. “Roland.” The voice finally called.
I came to my senses and answered it. “Yeah?” I looked around. I was sitting on mommy’s lap being gently petted, “What happen?”
“You had a panic attack again.”
FUCK!! Again! Why, why does this always happen. Why do I have to panic? Why can't I just be an average person and not have a panic attack? Ordinary people don't turn themselves into catgirls though. “Okay,” I said in a small voice.
“Do you want to go home?”
I nodded into Mom’s bosom. She’s pretty well developed. I wonder if Suzy will develop like that. “Can we at least make an appointment for category testing?”
“Sure, motorboat.” I was purring pretty hard.
I held her hand as we walked out. I felt like a little kid… I probably looked like a little kid holding her mother’s hand. Fuck me. I’m not arguing right now. It feels nice to do this. I always regress I have a panic attack.
"Stay right here, motorboat. I won't be long." She went off, and it really didn't take a very long time for her to come back, "I scheduled it at the Science City Acceptance Center for tomorrow.” She handed me two papers, “You are officially my kitty daughter.”
The paper said that I’m myself even though I turned into a cat loli named Molly. That rhymed lol! The other paper states basically that I’m my mother’s daughter. I’m not going into details considering I only read the important parts.
“Oh shit, it’s raining,” I said when we reached the glass door.
“Molly!” Mom snapped.
“What?”
“A lady isn’t supposed to cuss.”
“I’m not a lady, I’m a boy.” Fuck me, I don’t even know why I try anymore.
Mom put her hands on her hips, “Doesn’t matter, I’ve let you cussed so far because I know it’s a good stress relief, but you need to stop.”
“Okay.” I sighed. I just never win. I looked back out the window, “Which one is worse, running in the rain or walking?”
“How about we find out? You run, I walk.”
I smiled, “Sure, I’ve been itching to try out how fast I can go.”
When we got close to the automatic door, it opened. Mom announced, “Ready,” I took a stance, ready for the run, “Set,” I lean in. “GO!”
I sprint straight towards the car as what felt like a breakneck speed. The wind blew my fringe and long black hair back like a Super Saiyan. The feeling was powerful up until the rain was practically pelting me.
Mom was driving through traffic. I was as wet as a dog. Though I didn’t smell it, I deadpanned to Mom who was still snickering at my current electrocuted look, “It’s not funny.” I said jokingly appalled.
“Okay, it’s not funny.” Mom snickered, “It’s hilariou- Fucker! Use your god damn directional for once in your fucking pitiful life!” Oh well, the nice atmosphere ended too soon.
We drove to a bank, Mom got out, “I’ll be right back, I just need to use the ATM.” She got out and made the trek.
Minutes passed by before I saw a group of men in ski masks… with guns, heading to the same bank Mom is in. *Ding*
“Oh fuck me.”
Fuck fuck fuck! What do I do? I took a deep breath. Okay, first call the police. I punched in 9-1-1 on my phone. The phone rang for a second then someone picked up.
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” The electronic voice asked.
I counted the men walking into the bank. “Four, maybe five armed men went into the Bank of America.”
“Miss, do you know your current address?”
“No ma’am, I wish I did, how long will it take for someone to get here?”
“Thirty five minutes.” My heart sunk. That’s too long.
“Hurry, please! My mom’s in there.”
“We’ll try the best we can-” I hung up.
This is shit, so very very shit. Not only did my mom just go in, but the men look like they’re ready for a fight. Thirty-five minutes. That’s how long I’ll need to stall until the police arrives. I took another deep breath. *Ding* and closed my eyes.
I went to stats. I had 100 points to put to any stat I want. I need to use them for something. Intelligence would be good. I could definitely use it to come up with a plan. Plans are useless when they hit a battle field. So that wouldn’t be the best idea. Maybe if I do charisma and persuade them not to kill everyone. No, I can’t rely on probability. I went to quests.
A New Beginning:
Wake up Miranda Alder in her room
Go to a Metaphysiologist
Find skills 3/10
Time to face the Music:
Meet Juno Herring and Sebastian Harkcrow tomorrow at 2:35 pm at your apartment.
Complete one full day of school.
The search for similarity
Find other therians on the internet 0/5
Trial by fire:
Rescue Miranda Alder
Rescue other civilians 0/35
Or
Capture or Kill the attackers 0/6
Why does god hate me? Well, the easiest way to win this is by capturing the attackers. If I can’t save everyone, but I can thwart the men. How would I do that? Going head first would get me killed first. No, I must find a stealthy solution. Hmmm, I wonder.
I got out of the car and crouched walked around. I heard a *Ding* and I closed my eyes again.
Skills:
Serenity level 4: The ability to keep one’s mind calm in the face of great adversity. +40 to the mental bar. Activates when taking a deep breath.
Persuasion level 1: Based on their intelligence stat, your charisma stat, and the objective you want to achieve. You can persuade a person of anything. +10 to charisma when persuading.
Liar, liar pants on fire level 1: Based on the target’s intelligence stat, your cunning stat, and the objective you want to lie about. You can make the target believe in a lie. +10 to cunning when formulating a lie.
Sneaky Kitty level 1: When crouching, you can remain unseen based on your cunning stat and a person’s perception stat. +15 to cunning when in sneak. This ability drains 1 point per step of stamina.
I went back to stats. Here’s my dilemma. Do I give points to cunning or endurance. If I give points to cunning then I can have better sneak, but if I give points to endurance then I can have better stamina. 118 steps isn’t that many steps. I may need more than that, plus endurance may give me armor to take bullets. However, if I put points in cunning then I can remain unseen and take them out one by one. Though, if I’m sneaking around then I’ll be able to level up Sneaky kitty. Which means more cunning when sneaking. How much more? I don’t know. If I do half and half then I may be able to optimize on both sneak and steps.
How about I go twenty, eighty? Eighty in endurance and twenty in cunning. Because I’ll be able to get more cunning when I level up sneaking and be able to eat bullets if I need to. *Ding*
I went to skills:
Skills:
Serenity level 4: The ability to keep one’s mind calm in the face of great adversity. +40 to the mental bar. Activates when taking a deep breath.
Persuasion level 1: Based on their intelligence stat, your charisma stat, and the objective you want to achieve. You can persuade a person of anything. +10 to charisma when persuading.
Liar, liar pants on fire level 1: Based on the target’s intelligence stat, your cunning stat, and the objective you want to lie about. You can make the target believe in a lie. +10 to cunning when formulating a lie.
Sneaky Kitty level 1: When crouching, you can remain unseen based on your cunning stat and a person’s perception stat. +15 to cunning when in sneak. This ability drains 1 point per step of stamina.
Strategist level 1: Enhances your strategizing capabilities. +10 to intelligence when strategizing.
I guess even my power recognized it as a good plan. I went back to stats and put did the twenty, eighty plan.
Body: 109
Strength: 97
Endurance: 198
Agility: 112+100
Mind: 92
Charisma: 80
Intelligence: 119
Cunning: 96
Spirit: 104
Vitality: 100
Dexterity: 113
Perception: 100+150
I don’t know how this plan is going to work, but I hope it does.
Okay, I have to find a way in. If I use the front door, I’ll be noticed in a second. I couched down so that I’m not seen through the window and carefully walked to the back.
There it was, the back door… Guarded by one of the men. FUCK! I sigh, oh well. I have to take him down some way.
Maybe this is just like a video game. If I through a stone or something he’ll go to it.
There was a dumpster where I was couched. I took a bottle and smashed it against the dumpster. I can’t take him on in range, if I hope to capture him then I’ll have to close the range and take his gun.
“What was that?” The guard said to himself. He began walking to the dumpster. I crouched to the side, listening to his footstep. Each step made my heart beat apparent. I knew he was close.
I jumped out and smashed my foot into his face. I can thank my old taekwondo teacher for that. I yanked his gun right out of his hands as the target fell to the ground in a daze. Before he could react I smashed the butt of the rifle against his head knocking him out cold. *Ding* *Ding*
I panted hard from the encounter. Fighting takes a lot of stamina. I took a few deep breaths calming my rapid heartbeat. I was full of adrenaline and ready for a fight. I looked at the rifle in my arms. It was big compared to my small arms. Yet, I could hold it like I could before.
Hmm, to use the gun or to not use the gun. That tis the question. Dad always said, “If you’re going to point a gun at something. Make sure you have the will to kill.”
The thought alone of killing someone terrorized me. I’ve killed people on video games before, but never in real life. I unloaded the clip and hid it in the dumpster. Then popped the one in the chamber. And I can thank my dad on how to wield a rifle.
I closed my eyes. I had two new skills:
Improvised melee level 1: Equipping an unconventional melee weapon gives you +10 to strength.
Rifleman level 1: Equipping an unscoped rifle gives you +10 to dexterity.
Interesting new skills. I just hope I won’t have to use them after this. I threw the rifle as far as I could. *Ding*
I crouched through the back door of the bank and down the hall to see the men from before. There was only four of them. I wonder where the fifth went.
Shit, they’re all together. Had I just not been a massive fucking pussy and thrown the fucking gun to oblivion. Then this would’ve been a walk in the park. A very scary park full of people shooting back, but still. A walk in the park.
“Open the fucking vault, you stupid cunt!” Said the robber in a clown mask.
“I told you, I can’t. The only people who can access it are the mobile vaults and the manager of the bank.” A bank employee replied scared.
“Well, you better call him up, because if you don’t.” He yanked a little girl from her mother’s arms, “This little piggy is going to be broken limp by limp starting with her right .” There was a sickening crunch as the arm of the little girl was smashed and hung limp. Her scream was ear piercing.
Her mother begged “Give her back plea-” A bullet went straight threw her head ending her life as if it was granite.
The clown man faced the employee again, “Now then, open the vault.” He said calmly.
The employee was in shaking with tears rolling down her cheeks like the rain outside. She didn’t say anything. She just choked. Another screech pierced the air as the other arm was broken. Causing the employee to shake harder. “Please stop.” She choked.
“Really?” The clown man said amused, “You’d be thinking by now you would be opening the vault, but you aren’t. I guess I’ll have to do more that just break arms.” He glanced to his comrade, “Frog, your in charge until I get back. Tell me when the employee opens the vaults.”
“What are you going to do, boss?” The frog masked man said.
You could almost hear a degenerative grin coming from his mouth, “I’m going to teach this girl what it feels like to be with a man.”
“NO! PLEASE DON’T” The employee cried.
The clown man faced the employee, “So will you open the vault?”
The employee looked down in pain, “I-I can’t.”
The clown turned to the little girl, “Time to break the pure.” He laughed dragging the little girl to a bathroom. The shrieks and screams of the girl vibrated the whole building.
The two got inside and even though the door was think. The screeches of the girl could be heard through the walls.
I looked at the captives. They were frozen as if time just stopped for them. None of them did or said anything. I don’t think any of them could.
I couldn’t do anything. My whole body frozen, shaking, and all I could do was just let the tears roll down my cheeks as the dying screams of the innocent penetrated the world.
Is this real life? No, it can’t be nothing is ever this bad. Nobody ever just does something like that just to some stupid metal door to open… right? I almost want to laugh at myself for being so naïve. I activated serenity *Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding*. I closed my eyes
Serenity max level 10: The ability to keep one’s mind calm in the face of great adversity. When taking a deep breath, your mental bar is regenerated by 100.
Persuasion level 1: Based on their intelligence stat, your charisma stat, and the objective you want to achieve. You can persuade a person of anything. +10 to charisma when persuading.
Liar, liar pants on fire level 1: Based on the target’s intelligence stat, your cunning stat, and the objective you want to lie about. You can make the target believe in a lie. +10 to cunning when formulating a lie.
Sneaky Kitty level 1: When crouching, you can remain unseen based on your cunning stat and a person’s perception stat. +15 to cunning when in sneak. This ability drains 1 point per step of stamina.
Strategist level 1: Enhances your strategizing capabilities. +10 to intelligence when strategizing.
Improvised melee level 1: Equipping an unconventional melee weapon gives you +10 to strength.
Rifleman level 1: Equipping an unscoped rifle gives you +10 to dexterity.
Pitcher level 1: Based on the average of your dexterity and strength, you can throw stuff faster and stronger. +10 when pitching.
I felt strangely serene as I opened my eyes to the dark world before me. The screams and shrieks of innocence being broken had stopped.
My mind cleared of delusions as only one thought flowed through my mind.
DIE.
I flew into the closest person, the frog man, smashing into his gut and yanking his rifle from his grip. I dropped shot cat man center mass then rolled and unloaded two into the shocked bear man. *Ding*
I heard the bathroom door open. “What the fu-” I unloaded the rest of the clip into clown man. Not giving him a chance to puke words out of his mouth.
A force hit me in the back of the head as I heard a scream, “NOOO.” I fell, but quickly rolled back up before another shot went through the screamer’s leg. I quickly aim at the hidden perpetrator’s head and clicked. Nothing. I ran up and using the rifle as a hammer, I smashed into his head. Blood and matter flew everywhere. *Ding*
I dropped the rifle and fell to the floor. I was exhausted. I looked over to the screamer from earlier.
It was Mom.
“NO! MOM!” I yelled as I get by her side. I felt her pulse. Her heartbeats faintly. Thank god. I examined her thigh where I saw she was shot. There was a hole with blood spurting out to the cadence of the heart. I quickly pulled off my shirt. It was too wet from the blood. Could cause infection later. I took her bag and pulled the strap off. Fortunately for me. Impenetrable force is very strong no matter how physically weak it is, so it broke off. I created a tourniquet which I applied above her thigh, tightly. *Ding*
I closed my eyes for a second to catch my new skill:
Medic level 1: The ability to apply first aid to yourself or to another individual. Is activated when treating an injury.
I glanced around me, everyone was just staring at me. I took my phone out. “FUCK!” I barked to myself. The damn thing was broken. I wonder if Juno will lend me a new one. Fortunately for me, I made damn sure to memorize that bunny boy’s phone number. I looked at the nearest person, “You!” I pointed, “Call 9-1-1 and tell them we need an ambulance.” She stared at me like a deer in the headlights, “ASAP!” She snapped out of it and called. I slid over to the mother. Dead. I grimaced. I called, “Is there a doctor or something here?”
A young man said shakenly, “I’m studying to be a nurse.”
I sighed, “Good enough, work on .” I gulped, “I’m going to see if that little girl is okay.” I really hope she’s breathing or maybe it’s better if she died so that she can’t suffer the mental anguish of seeing her mother die and being brutally raped. No time to play ethics.
I ran into the bathroom. The room smell of disgusting semen and rape. Something I’ve smelled before. The little girl was laying there, beaten and broken in more ways than one. Her eyes were closed and her chest rising. She’s stable, physically at least.
I carefully and gently plucked her up and laid her on a desk. I caressed her cheek and comforted her. She couldn’t be older than Suzy, which made it much worse. What if she was Suzy? That thought scared me alone.
Her eyes fluttered as a terrified expression washed over her face like hot oil. “Sssshhh,” I said delicately. “You’re safe. Relax. You’ll hurt yourself if you don’t.”
“A-a kitty girl?” She asked. “Where am I?” Oh god, don’t tell me she repressed her memories. The tears were welling up. The adrenal crash began to set. I looked around the bank. Blood and brain matter. Everywhere. I stared at the group that was captured. They only looked at me in contempt. My heart began to beat fast as I could feel another panic attack setting in. I puked in a trashcan as the dam couldn’t be held any longer. I wailing of my cries penetrate the room, “Why kitty girl *sniffle* Why are you crying?” The little girl asked.
I couldn’t answer all I could do was cry as my body rolled up into the fetal position.
Everything became a blur or black or both. At some point, I was lifted and placed somewhere. I don’t know where. I don’t care anymore. After what I did. I deserve whatever comes next.
No, no, no, I can’t think like that. What would Dad say in a situation like this, ‘Panicking is what gets you killed.’ Right and I’m having a panic attack. I forget I have Serenity.
I took a deep breath. The world slowly became focused again. I took another deep breath and the world become focused.
I found myself upside down with only candlelight being my only light source. *Ding*
Fortunately for me, I have night vision.
“Um, hello?” I called out to the darkness. A man in a roman soldier looking outfit came into the light.
“So you’re awake.”
“Yeah, so why am I tied upside down? Also, where’s my mom?”
“Oh, you’ll see her soon. In time, first, we have some questions.” He grinned viciously. I knew that type of grin. The same one I could almost see inside clown man’s mask.
“Sure, not like I can go anywhere,” I stated.
“Can you tell me why you decided to rob a bank and kill six innocent people?”
Oh, I see where this is going, “You mean five bank robbers. The sixth was unconscious the last time I saw him.
“DON’T FUCKIN’ LIE TO ME! We know you did it. Just say so and it’ll all go away.”
“Nah, I don’t like telling lies,” I said in spite.
The roman dressed man nodded before two of his buddies put a bag over my head and poured water into it. I didn’t say anything as I was thirsty and drank all the water.
They took the bag my head and I grinned, “Thanks for the drink. I was thirsty.” A punch smacked into my stomach. I felt the impact, but not the pain. Must’ve been my endurance. I closed my eyes to get see my skills:
Serenity max level 10: The ability to keep one’s mind calm in the face of great adversity. When taking a deep breath, your mental bar is regenerated by 100.
Persuasion level 1: Based on their intelligence stat, your charisma stat, and the objective you want to achieve. You can persuade a person of anything. +10 to charisma when persuading.
Liar, liar pants on fire level 1: Based on the target’s intelligence stat, your cunning stat, and the objective you want to lie about. You can make the target believe in a lie. +10 to cunning when formulating a lie.
Sneaky Kitty level 1: When crouching, you can remain unseen based on your cunning stat and a person’s perception stat. +15 to cunning when in sneak. This ability drains 1 point per step of stamina.
Strategist level 1: Enhances your strategizing capabilities. +10 to intelligence when strategizing.
Improvised melee level 2: Equipping an unconventional melee weapon gives you +20 to strength.
Rifleman level 2: Equipping an unscoped rifle gives you +20 to dexterity.
Pitcher level 1: Based on the average of your dexterity and strength, you can throw stuff faster and stronger. +10 dexterity when pitching.
Fortitude level 1: Body can take more damage. +10 endurance when getting hit with an attack.
Medic level 1: The ability to apply first aid to yourself or to another individual. Is activated when treating an injury.
I know what I’m grinding today.
I thought to quests:
A New Beginning: Complete
Time to face the Music:
Meet Juno Herring and Sebastian Harkcrow tomorrow
Complete one full day of school.
The search for similarity:
Find other therians on the internet 0/5
Trial by fire: Complete
Rank up:
Go to sleep
Legions of Silver:
Escape
Optional:
Defend against torture techniques
Level up skills: Fortitude, Persuade, and Liar, Liar Pants on Fire to level 5.
Jeez, even my quests know what I’m thinking. I opened my eyes. The men in weird roman soldier outfits were still in the room.
They’re not the traditional outfit either. It looks more modern. I can’t really see color. Night vision puts everything in black or white. I just know that their seams are shiny and that they have an eagle on their chest with a shield and two fists X crossed behind it. A star sitting like a cherry on top of the emblem. I’m thinking the dress thing he’s wearing is called a tunic, but I don’t remember. It’s been a while since I studied the Romans in history. Not to mention I missed the second and probably now the third day of school.
“So um, what am I here for?” I asked hesitantly.
“You are here for the murder of six innocent men and the brutal rape of a little girl.” His friend spat at me.
I laughed, “Are you so delusional that you think I have the ability to rape a little girl? Do you not see what sex I am? Also, how do you know if I have the will to do something so awful when I was raped myself.” *Ding*
“Bullshit! You did it, we have it on video that you did.”
“Really?” I looked out to one of his friends in the darkness, “Then will you please be kind and show me that video?” I could practically see the shock on his face. “What, you thought I couldn’t see you. The lighting is very low, but cats see in low light.” I snickered.
“Shut the fuck up!!” The man in light shrieked, smashing a bat into my stomach.
“HAHAHA, stop that. It tickles.” He kept trying to hurt me but couldn’t. One of his friends grabbed him and pulled him away from me. “You guys don’t know how to torture and interrogate someone.” They exited the room.
Well, now what? I’m stuck in some torture chamber, still upside down. I remember the uniforms and the emblems, but I don’t remember where they’re from. It’s on the tip of my tongue and I just can’t remember. Oh well, at least I’m grinding skills.
A few minutes later, a person in the outfit, but with different emblem came in. He had one fist behind the shield and no stars.
He unfolded a chair in front of me and sat eloquently as though I’m like some five-star general.
“Hello, comrade!” I greeted him with a Russian accent, “Welcome to mother Russia!” I giggled, “Mother Russia is a bit upside down right now. Can you flip her right side up?” He didn’t say a word, just obeyed. “Thank you, comrade. So what’s on the agenda now?”
“I’m here just to ask some questions. If you comply appropriately then we’ll let you go.” He stated in a monotonous voice.
“And if I don’t?” He did not reply. Okay, so we have a better interrogator.
“Who do you work for?” He asked inquisitively.
“For the Soviet Union.” I could practically hear the fucking anthem in my head now. It’s cancerous.
He stood up and got in my face, “Don’t FUCK with me! Tell me who you work for now!”
I grinned going back to a loli voice, “What do you mean, mister? I’m just an innocent little loli.” I kept the mirth inside. He shot me right in the stomach with a handgun. The smell of gunpowder filled the air. Shit, that hurt. “What type of gun is that?” The gun was silver, “Is that a desert eagle?”
He didn’t reply and shot me again, shit this hurts, “So, are you willing to tell me who you work for now.”
I giggled, “For the Department of Supernatural.” *Ding*
“Really? Well, that does explain why you were so deadly in the bank.”
I rose an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
“What is your position in DoS?” He interrogated, not relenting.
“I am Soviet double agent,” I said still in a Russian accent, he shot me right in the boob. Fuck! right in the boob. “Ow, that hurt, you tard.” Then I giggled, “I’m betting you love touching little catgirls, don’t you? Pedophile!”
The torturer grinned diabolically, “Maybe I do.” He grabbed my tit and began to squeeze.
Tears began to well as a suffocating feeling washed over me. He hands reach my crotch as he gently caressed it. The feeling was electrifyingly dirty. I wanted to puke, “Please stop.” I cried.
“Where did your bravado go, kitty girl?” He grinned sadistically as he pulled down my pants and stuck a finger inside. It was thick and disgusting enough to make me puke. I aimed it right in his face. “Ah fuck, so disgusting.” He put the rest of his clip into my chest. It fucking HURT! The fucker exited.
I didn’t hold the tears back any long. That feeling from before reminds me of that.
I DON’T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN AGAIN.
I squirmed but the restraints were thick metal. I need to sleep and Rank up if I ever hope to get out of this rape dungeon.
I closed my eyes and went to stats. Well lookee fucking here. There’s a button called Rank up. This is too fucking convenient for me.
I ‘pressed’ it, the feeling I felt next was like I was shut off like a robot. Above and embolden was the word Perks. Then below it were a bunch of different perks and abilities. I didn’t have time to strategize, so I grabbed Eidetic Memory. It should be useful for later.
When I came out of the dream realm, Pedobear was coming back. I closed my eyes once more and threw all 100 of my accumulated stat points into strength.
“Welcome back, comrade.” I said keeping the Russian accent, “What can I do for you today.
Pedobear was naked with a full hard-on, “I’m going to show you how it feels to be with a man.” He said with a sadistic grin. He briskly walked towards. My breathing became harsh and rapid as the tears welled up behind a newly constructed dam. I keep having to build those things. My heartbeat races. He ripped off my pants and prodded his dick against my loli pussy. Shit, shit, shit, I really don’t want to be raped. I took a deep breath as I slowly pushed on the restraints. Jiggling them looser. “Fuck your tight.” He said with that fucking grin. He still couldn’t get it in.
“Fucking beta virgin doesn’t even know how to put a dick into a little girl. Don’t you know that a little girl’s vagina is too tight for an adult cock?” I smugly grin at him. I felt sick saying this, but it was the only way to get under his skin. “Too bad for you, I’m going to castrate you into a girl.”
He looked at me, dumbfounded, “Wut?”
I ripped out the thick metal restraints and grabbed his cock, ripping it straight off. Blood spurted everywhere as Pedobear screeched in agony. I tore off the rest of the restraint and fell to the ground. Oh, how great it felt to be free of restraints.
Footsteps pitter pattered rapidly down to the door of the torture chamber. I hid close to the hinges of the door. The door opened and similar faggots to the one who just died came out with assault weapons and investigated the room.
“Where is she?” One said.
“I don’t know.” Said another.
“It’s too dark in here. Can someone turn on a light?”
A bright light turned on as my eyes began to adjust. My lips formed into a mischievous grinned as I tossed the cock of Pedobear in front of me. The guys turned and visibility winced at the display. Blood coming from the crotch of the degenerate of society. His penis at my feet with blood on my hands and a grin on my face.
“What are you-” I smashed my foot into the guy talking. Hit face explodes from my new strength. I twisted in the air like an acrobatic *Ding* and crashed a knee to the scalp of another. I pushed off and took a fist to someone’s gut. I could feel his organs rupture as he coughed blood. I took then pistol *Ding* and painted the room with lead, blood, and guts until the magazine was empty. *Ding*
I took a magazine and another pistol *Ding*. I noticed their uniforms. They’re Legionaries from the fucking Silver Legion. Oh god, I heard the rumors, but I never expect something like this. The Legion is strong and respected. Having branches across all provinces of the US and FLA. They are not something to fuck with and I got captured and put into one of their torture chambers. FanFUCKINGtastic!
I walked out into the hall. I forgot to get clothes. Oh well, the cold doesn’t bother me anyway.
A squad of those fuckers formed up on the other end of the hallway. I sped towards them twirling and firing like a dance of death. The smell of iron and gunpowder filled the narrow hallway. Any bullet that hit me, I shrugged off, leaving a bruise in the wake. I knew it was an intelligence idea to put points into endurance.
I climbed the stairs. Halfway there I felt this was too easy. I stopped and smashed the door with a tiny foot open. Giant bullets annihilated where I would’ve stood. Holy shit, when I peeked. I saw men in power armor.
Fucking POWER ARMOR. Oh come on, can you kill me any harder? Am I really that dangerous? I thought back to the bank robbery and shivered. I shook my head and took a deep breath.
I can’t kill these fuckers the conventional way. Power armor is designed for Ghoul Extermination. It isn’t mobile enough to take on a super or mutant. I, however, have great mobility.
I dropped my pistols and jumped out of the basement, taking a hard step, sending me sliding into the Legionnaires at a breakneck speed. I pushed with my arm sending me flying into the air. I twirled and spun right on top of the heavily armored man. *Ding*
I used my forward momentum and physical strength to break out his helmet, breaking the neck of the wearer.
I pushed off to another legionnaire suit, taking his gun in the process. It was bigger than expected, but I was stronger than a normal cat loli. *Ding* I fired the massive cannons for guns into the remaining power armor foes. Ripping their armor to shreds. There wasn’t many just five. The massive recoil of the cannons did hurt a hella lot shooting.
I turned, got on all fours, and cheesed it faster than a Usain Bolt out of the abandoned building. I don’t really want to deal with these little shits anymore.
After my escaped dropped from exhaustion, I closed my eyes and looked at my new skills:
Serenity max level 10: The ability to keep one’s mind calm in the face of great adversity. When taking a deep breath, your mental bar is regenerated by 100.
Persuasion level 1: Based on their intelligence stat, your charisma stat, and the objective you want to achieve. You can persuade a person of anything. +10 to charisma when persuading.
Liar, liar pants on fire level 1: Based on the target’s intelligence stat, your cunning stat, and the objective you want to lie about. You can make the target believe in a lie. +10 to cunning when formulating a lie.
Sneaky Kitty level 1: When crouching, you can remain unseen based on your cunning stat and a person’s perception stat. +15 to cunning when in sneak. This ability drains 1 point per step of stamina.
Strategist level 1: Enhances your strategizing capabilities. +10 to intelligence when strategizing.
Improvised melee level 2: Equipping an unconventional melee weapon gives you +20 to strength.
Rifleman level 2: Equipping an unscoped rifle gives you +20 to dexterity.
Pitcher level 1: Based on the average of your dexterity and strength, you can throw stuff faster and stronger. +10 dexterity when pitching.
Fortitude level 1: Body can take more damage. +10 endurance when getting hit with an attack.
Medic level 1: The ability to apply first aid to yourself or to another individual. Is activated when treating an injury.
Brawler Level 2: When fighting, you gain +20 to strength.
Cat Acrobatic level 2: You can twist and turn into the air faster than your normal kitty. +20 to agility when doing acrobatics.
Gunslinger level 3: You’re a faster and more accurate pistol whipper. +30 dexterity when using pistols.
Ambidextrous level 2: The ability to use two hands simultaneously. +20 dexterity when using both hands at once.
“Well shit.” I mused, giggling before passing out in a beautiful meadow.
I woke up to the sun rising through the tree line. The sky was a vibrate blue.
The grass of the meadow was soft and nice and the warm humidity of the summer was my blanket. I wonder if yesterday was real or a nightmare?
How the hell did they capture me? The last thing I remember was putting the little girl on the table and looking at the-the.. I puked right in the meadow. I don’t remember what happened after that. I’m thinking I had a panic attack. Too many thoughts are in my mind.
“Okay,” I said to the sky. “Let’s recap.” I took a deep breath, “So, yesterday, or so I think it’s yesterday. I turned into a cat loli, went to a doctor, learned how amazing my power could be, went to a bank. Bank gets robbed, little girl got…. omit that one, I killed… omit that one too, then proceed to have a panic attack. Next, I got taken by the Silver Legion, joined the Soviets, almost get raped by a Pedo, and preceded to test my new found power with their blood.” I tried to move, my whole body ached, “OW!” I looked down to see my little loli body covered in bruises. “Fuck me.”
I never thought I’d be able to take down so many people. It felt so easy like a walk in the park. I wonder why. Maybe it’s all the video games I played? Had I done that with a human body, I’d be dead, but because I have really fast reflexes, a small body, and agility that rivals Batman. I was able to slaughter them all. It almost felt like a dance. Why didn’t I panic though? Normally in a situation like that, I would have a panic attack. Actually, I think I almost did when I was almost raped by Pedobear. I’m betting Serenity causes it. Because it’s on max now, I can basically one shot my panic attacks with a deep breath. Way too fucking useful.
Now that I’m thinking about it, my power is too OP. I mean for dear lord I was unstoppable or so it felt. I’m betting that strategist had some part to play when I slaughtered whole squads of enemies. I wonder why it didn’t level it up. Maybe it wasn’t used a lot. There’s a difference between strategy and tactics after all, and what I used was tactics.
Yesterday felt more like an anime than it did real life. The acrobatic fights, the way I moved. Jeez, it’s almost like I’m in an anime. The only thing is this is real life and people die. The memory of the room hallway littered with corpses and painted in blood reminded me of that. I shiver at what I can do. Maybe I should let myself be killed.
No no no, how would the twins survive without you? How would Mom feel about that? Hell, is she even alive? I did try to save her life. I wonder if that did the trick?
I sat up slowly. Allow my body to adjust accordingly. I swivel my head to look around the beautiful meadow. I looked down at my body. I was still naked, completely showing my tail and ears. If I ever hoped to get back to human civilization then I must get some type of clothing. Where though?
From what I could see, I’m not even near the Suburbs of Epsilon and the abandoned factory looked like it predated the ghoul invasion.
My stomach growled. I was hungry, I’ve thrown up twice now and haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday… Or so I think it was yesterday.
I slowly stood up. Every part of my body ached. Mostly my arms from the recoil of the cannons and where I got shot. Which I’m pretty sure was often because I can feel the bruises along my whole body. I’m still thankful for endurance.
I gazed at the surrounding meadow of rainbow flowers. They glistened to the peaking sun rays and rustled by the gentle breeze.
I stood in awe with the sight. All I’ve seen recently have been bodies and blood. This is a sight for sore eyes.
A smile formed across my face.
“Why hello there, lil’girl!” A voice said with a southern twang. I became alert that I’m out in the open. “Now don’t be alarmed. Ah’m not here to hurt ya.” The voice almost seemed to come from the meadow itself.
“Come out where I can see you,” I growled.
“Look right.” The voice said. I obeyed and saw a boy with spiky dark short hair with freckled painted across his nose. His brilliant green eyes seem so cliché that it made me giggle. “Why are ya laughin’ ’bout?” Coming closer to me.
“Nothing *giggle* your eyes *snicker* they seem so cliché. Like a writer decided to make a character seem ‘interesting’.”
“Ah,” The boy chuckled, “That doesn’t make a lick of sense. Wouldn’t something rare like ruby eyes be more cliché?”
“I don’t know, maybe.” Shrugged. I felt more comfortable now. “I’m Ro… Molly by the way.” I held my hand out. Then realized he was still far away from me, “Why do you sound so close yet you’re so far?”
“Oh, dese flowers act as some kind of repeater. No matter how far away we are, we can hear each other.” The boy said.
I walked to him and he did the same. Even when he’s far away, I could see the tiniest detail of his face when I focused in. Perception is surely amazing.
He inspected me before going crimson. “Um, Miss Molly, why are you naked?” It was cute the way he turned away his face. What the fuck, why am I think he’s cute. I’m not fucking gay.
I giggled, “Oh sorry, I got into a scuffle and my clothes tore off.” The expression on his face was pretty cute. I smiled, “I’m fine now, though.”
He visibly gulped, “Sahrry, Ah’m just not used to seeing girls naked.”
I inspected him, he couldn’t be older than fifteen, “You’re about my age, aren’t you?”
He chuckled, “Ah’m not ten, Ah’m twenty-five.”
“What! You're twenty-five?! I’m not ten, I’m fifteen!” then I saw it. A tail, “You’re a… You’re a mutant, aren’t you?”
He smiled warmly, “So ya caught me, huh? Oh, no big deal. You’re just like me.” He grinned before holding his hand. “Ah’m Hunter by the way.”
I shook his hand. It was a paw compared to my delicate hand. “Nice to meet you, Hunter. Um, you don’t happen to have any clothes I can borrow, do you?”
“Ah do at the house. Do ya want to go?”
Well, he may be a stranger, but he’s friendly and doesn’t look dangerous. Maybe it’ll be alright to trust him. I have to put my trust in someone or else I’ll go insane with paranoia.
“Sure,” I said, following him into the forest.