Chapter 17 - The Reluctant Narrator
I returned reluctantly a few months later to that dark room. My goal was to continue the story on the laptop of how Rebecca escaped from captivity. I should be happy she got such an opportunity, but had been lost without her to entertain. It was obvious that I was seeking life in places where it was impossible, but she was a nice escape that I corrupted with my mind. This doesn’t flow. This target-less pen resists my motions. I have not written anything new in a while only revised and edited old work, two short stories. This was not enticing me to continue especially since a cool new story just struck my brain with lightning this morning.
I sat in the dark of that room at the open computer only shedding light into the room when I wanted it to. When I picked up the laptop of endless battery, an arriving video call almost caused me to drop the damn thing. I watched the screen of two options as the tune played in the small enclosure. How? Who was this? It couldn’t have been her. She cut the world off from me. Yet the call continued to ring. I couldn’t answer, but JJ split off into the room just long enough to click the green icon on the screen. I reabsorbed him and waited at the dark screen where Rebecca showed up, smiling just like I remembered.
My joy was short-lasting.
“Hey, Jack,” she said. I almost replied before she continued. “Spoiler alert, this is a recording, but I set it up to help you along the way. I bet you freaked out when the call came in, huh? Hehe. Yeah. I bet you did. I know this will be the first your see of me in a while. You take time to heal and mental wounds take a long time, so my guess is that you returned to me after a devastating alcohol relapse following the holiday meant for lovers.”
I was happy to hear her voice, but how could she possibly know this beforehand? Maybe this was a video call after all.
“Thought you might think this isn’t a recording after I guessed correctly, so here is proof that this is pre-recorded. Say ‘hi’ Fyntn.” The camera tilted to the inside of the library to find the spawning chamber I resided in. The cover popped open to reveal an empty space with a ladder into the wooden enclosure.
“You’re going to kill the boy if you taunt him with these videos, Rebecca,” Fyntn said.
“Shh!” Rebecca said. “Way to spoil the surprise, dummy!” The camera turned back to her at the open hatch. “Cat’s outta the bag, I guess. This won’t be the last you’ll see of me. That’s a very special laptop you’re viewing this on. Not only does it have an eternity of battery power, it also holds secret files of me, recorded at times when you left me alone. Fyntn helped me make them, as some are of me from before.
“Don’t worry, he cleaned up the path so that I still existed and ran away with your world, now my world. Don’t think you’ll be rid of me so easy, but these videos will not stay recorded, so be sure to write it all down when you get them. They, like best moments in life, will never repeat again. That’s my goal, my little broken mind, a post-mortem from someone who is already dead somewhere else beyond your reach. Talk soon, Jack, JJ, beast, robot. Well, not talk-talk. Heh. You know what I mean.”
The video turned off to a blank screen again, a desktop with no background picture. With my creationism, I took a photo of Rebecca smiling from my brain and uploaded it to be there every time I came back to it. There was no telling when the videos would arrive, but she would never be live. As she said, she was likely dead already, somewhere in her own universe with her own nine divides of mind, Finnelgamin, and Kara.
Still, I was happy to see her again, and distant enough so that I could not hurt her anymore. It was time to return to reading her story, the recording of back when I still presided over a world of my own creation, or one I failed to do so with. For now, work awaited my melted psyche. I was almost happy again.
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Off you left after asking pointless questions. This was the first time you arrived in the spawn chamber and did not look too happy about it. Before you departed, you gave me this computer, so it’s kinda funny the story I’m writing doesn’t start here. Seeing as this is one such moment of full-circle, I believe some reflection is required. Let’s go back further, to times before all this creationism started, before Finn entered your mind again and almost gave you a way out of this insane mental break.
It was just me back then, in a house with no giant library attachment. This particular episode is meant to get you off. That’s right. There will be nuggets of good along the way, just to keep your interest, or the reader’s. After all, I was born as a fully mature woman with no sexual parts until this very moment. That’s correct. You’d just given me my own vulva and vaginal canal, but you came back in a bit to give me pleasure.
I was already in the bath, rubbing a yellow duckie over my clitoris just like in the instruction booklets and trying to understand why I wasn’t feeling anything beyond regular skin sensation. I even tried putting my vagina under the heavy stream of warm water to no avail. When you arrived, I had two fingers inside the opening trying to stretch it out imagining what could possibly go in there. And then, poof! All of it made sense. I felt a lot more while rubbing the yellow duck’s face over the now ultra-sensitive clitoris, but you left before I had my first orgasm ever. I know that you left because I rushed out to thank you, still naked and dripping wet with the rubber duckie in my hand.
Back in the bathroom, I tried a bunch of other things after you left. First, I just sat in the warm water and touched the clitoris gently until I felt that wave crash within me. Right after, I put my vulva to the pour of warm water for a brand new sensation of climax, a waterfall orgasm. By that logic, I tried all the settings of the flexible hose shower head up against my tired vagina, only to finish with a bit of fingering. I think Crimmy was born at that very moment, craving to always feel that ocean of pleasure crashing waves inside my body. It was beautiful, and yet I wanted you inside me the most, the only human being I knew besides myself.
Now be honest. Did you yank it to that paragraph? Even if you didn’t when first writing it, I’m sure you went back and did so later. If you need more inspiration, know that I have rubbed off to that recollection of myself, with Crimmy’s help. No experience shall be sacred here, Jack, so banish the thought.
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I stood at a high table while my laundry spun at the laundromat. All the while, I sat in the spawn chamber with a satisfied beast in his cage, not as wild as earlier this morning. There was nobody in the room with me, but I felt the need to speak to myself.
“Must you be so lewd, Rebecca?” I asked, remembering how long it’s been since I said that name, even if just within my head. It’s been months since we last spoke and this one mention put my head into a spin of memories until a call arrived to the laptop on the table.
“Hey, Jack,” Rebecca said. “‘Lewd’ was the trigger word that activated this video. I set up a few word-capture videos just like that, but don’t try guessing them. Seeing as this was triggered by the word ‘lewd’, I must assume that you just read the part about me discovering pleasure.”
“Just so you don’t misunderstand, look,” Rebecca said, and put up the pearl ring containing Crimmy in her prison just like I had beast sealed away in my mental cage. She slipped the ring onto her finger. “This has to come from me under the influence of sexual understanding. Crimmy isn’t so bad unless you let her go wild, just as I assume of beast.
“I included that part in my story not only for your interest and others, but because I genuinely felt that was a beautiful moment of self-discovery that many girls and women go through, or should if they haven’t already. While to me it was a wonderful moment, back then I just wanted you there beside me, experiencing what I did. You may believe, as creator, you were like a father to me, but I thought of you more like my first crush. You were the first person of the opposite gender in my vicinity, spending time with me when you could while I matured to the woman I was born as.
“If you don’t know this already, that first time with a rubber duck, I was imagining they were your lips.” I watched as Rebecca’s eyes glowed red for a moment. The camera tilted down until I could see a hand moving around behind the cover of her purple and white stripe underwear. It didn’t last long, but engraved itself inside my brain.
“Damnit, Crimmy!” Rebecca said, tilting the camera to the now naked chest for a brief moment, nipples pointing. The camera spun and settled on it’s side right next to the pearl ring containing Crimmy of the table surface. “FUCK!” I watched as the milky white manifested a crimson face smiling. She winked on a white pupil as the video cut out.
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It was a few weeks later that you came back, and what a wild multitude of days that was. My whole squad got into some crazy things, but to detail all of them you would need more than just this third notebook of my coming to be and leaving you behind. That’s right, I did editing on this story before I left. That means you can edit, too, or I wouldn’t have been able to do so. Believe in yourself, Jack. It takes an outside perspective to appreciate someone’s work, so you have to get out there and find your star, someone to appreciate those stories you pull from the impossible space, like I do. Now let’s get into some adventures over the weeks you were away. At the end, where I leave you and take all you’ve built for me, I will place the rest of them to disclose at your leisure, or forever keep to yourself. They are just in front of the fake final chapter I fooled you with before. Here we go.
It begins, like anything else, with conflict. We made contact with the humans of the world you created, but since this emerged from your mind, it couldn’t be that simple. With the humans, arrived various races of beings not intended to live together on one hunk of rock. The red giants were the first to pose a threat. I take you there now, back to when we landed the library among the humans.
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I looked off past the windows in the distance as something appeared on the horizon, growing larger. As seconds passed, the giant figure stood in front of the imagined sun to cast a giant shadow over the surface of the world. By way of your mind, I knew this was a Dralish, but the humans alive on the surface had no such knowledge. Two red eyes appeared atop the now-giant head of darkness to look truly menacing.
“Gals, we’re combining,” I said and struck my fists together to absorb everyone. “Shy, toss us onto that guy’s shoulder, would ya?” Shy nodded in my mind and pulled the darkness from thin air into a shroud that we stepped through. I felt a rumble in my stomach and the pain of it twisting into an infinitesimal point that this method required. I had no idea how she could stand to do that every time.
When the pain subsided, I opened my eyes to find a giant hand try to brush me off, but I skipped into the air with a borrowed sky kick move from quite another story to fly about. I needed someone who had a big voice, but not Crimmy. With a grin, I pulled on my ear and Oggy came to be, a voice of amplified pressure to converse with a Dralish, or at least gain his respect.
“What is your name?” Oggy asked in a deep tone. The giant’s eyes opened wider in surprise. When they closed and reopened, they were no longer glowing red, just white.
“Dismisristis,” the giant mouth boomed.
“I am Oggorromo, here to speak with you,” Oggy said and I had to wonder if by some strange design I created a male version of myself. I looked with a bit of X-ray vision at the body. On the outside, Oggy looked just like me, boobs and hips, but at his crotch was in fact a penis and testicles. In my rush to create a larger voice, I created an interesting yet confusing representation of myself. Crimmy would have a whole bunch of fun with this, widely accepting of sexuality that she was. For now, I was glad to have him, the male Rebecca with boobs.
“Puny thing like you is making such a big noise,” Dis said. “But you are just a tiny thing. How is this possible?” Before I could tell Oggy what to say, he jumped off the shoulder where he came to be and grew his size to match the giant blocking out the sun.
“I have no limits of size, but this is upsetting the other inhabitants of this world. Reduce your size, Dralish.” They remained in a locked gaze until Dis blinked.
“You know of our name,” he said. “Where is this? Why can we not return to Dorostomos?” Oggy stared at him until the giant shoulder I stood on went up with the arm. I sky-kicked onto my male version’s shoulder and met his giant eye. “Fine, I’ll shrink.” We watched him get smaller and in turn Oggy followed suit. The humans had already dispatched fighter jets, so I had to do something to avoid angering the Dralish. If he grew to those sizes, one of his stomps could split the whole planet. I projected my voice to their com links.
“Hello, pilots,” I said, speaking into my head as if I had a microphone in it. “Please do not attack the once-big guys lest you want your world to cease existing. Ok?”
“She serious?” One pilot asked his buddies.
“Very,” I said. “If you don’t return to base, I will take over your controls and do it myself.”
“Well, we have our orders,” another voice said.
“You asked for it,” I said and had three blow-up sex dolls inflate inside their cockpits, only they inflated into fully fleshed out women, sitting down on the joysticks as they inserted I’m sure you know where. This was Crimmy’s creativity at work. The pilots could try to steer using the motions of their bodies, but they’d be otherwise preoccupied on their way back to base.
With that taken care of, I found Oggy shaking hands with the miniaturized Dralish male. Their sexual organs did not show between their legs like on humans. I wasn’t sure how they reproduced as that was never talked about in your writing, and I only found out when I asked Kara about it later. As I touched down, Dis lifted his foot and stomped open a staircase that descended into the depths of the planet. When he was low enough, the dirt shifted to close the opening around him.
“Hey,” I said. “I’m Rebecca.” My face blushed glancing over his crotch I already seen X-rayed.
“Yeah, I know,” he said. “You did just make me, and yet it feels like you have regrets.”
“Regrets? No,” I said. “It’s just, you’re the first one to have male parts. I think you might have been created on a strange whim.”
“Oh?” Oggy asked and put a hand to adjust the beige pants around his crotch. “Holy shit! I have a dick! But- I look female. Crimmy is so going to have a field day with this.”
“That’s what I said!” I exclaimed and felt her reach to take over my right hand and pull the top of Oggy’s pants open just enough to have the said penis rise to the occasion. “Damnit, Crimmy!” I split her apart from me and sealed her back into the ring of eternal white. “Sorry about that.”
“No, I don’t mind,” Oggy said. “Want to touch it? I’m just as surprised I have it as you, Becks.”
“You sure it’s ok?” I asked.
“It’s just like touching yourself, really,” he said. “But if you’d rather reform, that’s fine, too.” I considered what to do for a moment and reached out as Crimmy fought for a semblance of control to do more. My hand slipped against Oggy’s stomach and down into his pants. I felt the expanded part in my hand and when I squeezed it, he let out a sigh. Our eyes locked and we both knew we’d need Crimmy for what happened next.
“Oh!” Oggy exclaimed and buckled to the ground. Maybe Crimmy wasn’t needed after all.
“Did you just…?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “That WAS the first time since being alive though, so that’s probably the cause.”
“It’s for the best,” I said. “I had a stupid, wild idea to let Crimmy loose and go to town on you with her sexual cravings, but that could have ended up pretty chaotic.” I squeezed the piece of flesh now limp in my hand and felt it reinflate in that instant. It was quite the feeling to experience.
“Or we could still do that, if you’d like to,” Oggy said. I stroked once to test the waters and was disappointed when that was all it took to bleed him white. I let go of the member and wiped my hand on the grass nearby.
“You should spend some time with yourself,” I said. “Like I did when I first found out how good it felt to do this. Maybe when you’re not as virgin at this, we can involve Crimmy.”
“Good call,” Oggy said and looked down. “Ugh! What a mess. I’ll deal with it later.” I waved a hand as Oggy redressed in brand new clothing. With a pump of my fist, a couch and love-seat popped into existence among the grassy meadow inside the footprint Oggy created when comparing sizes with the Dralish.
“So, what did you tell the Dralish to have him back off?” I asked.
“That we’re just as confused as he is, but that we’re already planning a ‘summit’ to discuss this. That’s kinda true, right?”
“I guess that’s where this is heading,” I said. “I just wonder what else arrived here with the world that should not be. We may be in for a lot of work keeping these humans alive.” Oggy looked past me, in the direction of the library we left behind.
“Speaking of,” he said, and pointed to a few military helicopters arriving into the meadow footprint. Rassot rushed out first. Rather than keep exploring the male version of me, I connected my fists together to absorb him inside.
“Hey!” Rassot shouted with his hand up. “Rebecca?” I nodded. “Where are the others?”
“Inside me,” I replied. “They’re all parts of me.”
“Did you take care of that giant?” he asked looking around. “I don’t see a body.”
“I didn’t kill him,” I replied. “That was just a Dralish, red giant from another dimension that seems to be impossible to access for them right now. I think there will be a sort of summit soon to discuss why they suddenly exist. You should be there, too, Rassot.” He smiled bright for a moment.
“You remembered my name,” he said and hugged me in a very awkward way while sitting on the couch. I had to wonder if he could actually remember Tiarto’s story. He’d been a character that had a strange complex, thinking his own name was forgettable, and that he would not be remembered. On second thought, that’s a very basic complex that even you are subject to, Jack. “Oh, I remembered. You’re needed around the world. Some sort of energy appeared over Russia, four spots giving off massive amounts of heat and radiation. I think the whole arctic circle will thaw soon.”
“Zaxi,” I said. “Of course they’d be here, too. They might be trying to even out the temperatures across the globe with their energy.”
“You know what they are?” Rassot asked. “Why do you know so much? How can you teleport like you did to get here? Are you like some sort of god?” I burst out laughing for a moment. It was unavoidable. All my iterations were laughing within.
“No, Rassot,” I said, after calming down a bit. “I’m not really a god. A demi-moron popped this world into existence directly from his mind. God is an idiot who made all of this on a whim, so never mind him. Let’s just get to Russia and deal with this.” I dusted off my right shoulder to extract Shy, and my left to bring out Tome. I searched for Rassot, but he was already heading toward the army around the heavy choppers.
“Shy, would you mind?” I asked, pointing toward him.
“On it,” she said, and did a trust-fall into the shadows, reappearing by the helicopters. In another second, they popped out of a billowy spot of smoke in the air.
“Your way will take too long,” I said. “I’m assuming you wanted to go there now, right?” He nodded. “Where in Russia are they? Tome?” She stepped up to Rassot and touched his temples with her wrists.
“Yakutsk,” Tome said in a soft voice. “They may be trying to thaw the far north of the continent. Plotting a course.” She stood over to Shy and did the same thing she just did to Rassot.
“Got it,” Shy said. “Everyone ready?”
“We all need better clothing,” I said. “Brace yourselves.” I pulled a thread from nowhere as they shifted in gear, dressing in warmer clothing.
“Let’s go,” I said. Shy billowed both of her hands and spread a giant drain of shadows and smoke on the green meadow.
I won’t bore you with the details here of how we met the Zaxi and got them to chill the hell out, but know Grinch had a role to play in that “fight”. If I am to fit in that remaining notebook you had, I have to be selective with my events. Don’t worry. All of them remain told at the back. Maybe you could even make another book with them. I did hang out with Kara and James a whole bunch among them, so know it’s plenty of fun, plus they wouldn’t be addressed to you anymore, just told as stories.
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The next event I’ll cover will be that of the meeting gangs formed due to humans interacting with the supernatural that you brought into this world. Primarily, this will be about one Trevit named Feberazzo who made friends in all the wrong places, in turn uniting the organized crime syndicates all over the world. That one little inventive asshole created the the Cev blades and laser weapons. As much as I’d like to take you right to the action, this started with Rassot and his belief that everything came together in the end.
“Whew!” Rassot said. “Great job, Rebecca, and your counterparts as well. Grinch, was it?” The Zaxient representation of myself smiled revealing green light within. I put my hand out to yet another male copy as he reabsorbed within. To be fair, this part of me had no marking genitalia, but the shape was male, lacking certain features. Right before the Zaxient crisis began, Tome informed me that in fact, I had no Y-chromosomes to give that would make Oggy and Grinch. She went on to explain that they only became male because I wished them to be so. This prompted me to create the most lady-like representation of my psyche, Sugar. Unlike Tome, she didn’t speak, and cooked wonderful meals for everyone later on. That’ll be another story omitted for preservation of that last green notebook.
“I need your help, Rebecca,” Rassot said, after we reconvened at the library. The building was set down above a large open wasteland so it didn’t frighten anyone by looming in their sky above. Though this was a barren land of snakes and scorpions, Arnst wasted no time greening it up. She had this one move that grew instant trees. All she had to do was plant a seed and irrigate it using what she explained was NOT her pee, but she peed it onto the soil and stepped back to watch the tree grow in seconds.
“Don’t you always need my help?” I asked, hoping for just a moment of rest to maybe get off with someone. Just like that, Crimmy sank right back into me, holding Rassot down to the glass floor with our hips. As much as I wanted to stop her, I equally wanted this moment among endless chaos I was gifted. I was selfish in that encounter, but Rassot Garto delivered what I needed at the time.
“Sorry,” I said. “This was selfish of me. Did you even climax? Here.” I reached out to get him off, but he held my hand back.
“It’s ok, Rebecca,” he said. “As long as you got what you needed, I’m happy.”
“Ugh, emotions,” Crimmy said from my back. “I’m out.” She peeled herself off my skin and flew out the window as a red handkerchief.
“What about you?” I asked. “What do you need?” He smiled.
“Only to have you happy,” Rassot said. “Like you said, I’m not the real me, just a copy from a book. What matters here is you.”
“You matter, too,” I said. “But didn’t you need me for something?”
“Oh, right,” He said, remembering the chaotic world he was born into. “Some human problems are escalating and it could be one of the creatures we met, the purple things, who are instigating it.”
“Trevits,” I said, while straightening up my clothes. “We should talk to Rum. Maybe he can shed some light on what his buddies are up to.” I watched Rassot’s features a minute more, his naked muscles visible in the light pouring in. When his shorts covered up those hard glutes, I shook myself back and stepped away to look for Rutenmass.
Shy found him in the attic of the flying library, rummaging through boxes of clothing and pictures. I was curious what resided there, and decided to come back to it another time.
“Hey, Rum,” I said, as his black eyes focused on me. There was a ring of pink where humans had white, but it was difficult to notice.
“Rum? What’s that?” He asked.
“It’s a nickname, Rutenmass,” Shy said. “A short version of your name to be used by friends.”
“Fine, fine,” he said. “Why do you interrupt my search?”
“Search for what?” Rassot asked, walking up to the others. The Trevit looked to him, then to Shy and me. He sighed.
“Nevermind,” Rum said, abandoning his search. “What do you need?”
“It seems some of your Trev buds have taken over crime syndicates and are causing panic throughout the world thanks to your inventive minds. Did I get that right, Rassot?”
“Spot on,” he said and looked embarrassed. “Sorry. I don’t know what I sounded British for a second there.”
“It’s alright,” I said. “Rum, can you help us get your buddies under control?”
“Pfft! As if!” He exclaimed. “There is no controlling those guys. I could make a device that finds them though, if that helps.” It didn’t. I could use my creationism to do that, but just didn’t want to kill the Trevs.
“Ok,” I said. “How about a way to subdue them?” Rum looked between the three of us.
“Just cut off their hands and feet,” he said, without a shred of malice or hesitation in his voice that surprised me, but Tome reminded me that Trevits were masters of organic transplants and used this to prolong their lifespans. She was like a bookworm inside my head.
“That’s a bit drastic,” Rassot said. He didn’t have my knowledge, so I was glad that Rum would have to clarify it for him, maybe revealing something new.
“Not drastic,” the Trev said. “We’re the masters of transplanting body parts to live longer. And we don’t really bleed like you, squishy humans. Even with none of the liquid supplying our body, we can live. Liquid makes it easier to move.”
“Oil!” Rassot burst out. “But wait… You’re not machines, are you?” Rum peeled back a part of his face to reveal metal coated in black sludge.
“Not all machine,” he said and stuck it back on. “Hard to replace parts aren’t transplant-able, so we developed synthetics. So the liquid is oil, but non-flammable.” I regretted learning this new thing about the purple guys from Secear, but they were cut off from their dimension because of this idiotic creation.
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I paused reading Rebecca’s story in a huff. She just kept calling it stupid, yet she was the most powerful being of the created world. I gave her the world so that she didn’t need to rely on me for everything, and she left me for it, taking the world with her. She already said that she edited the text, so why did she leave the constant insults in?
“You’re an asshole, Rebecca,” I said, prompting another video message from her.
“Ding, ding, ding!” She said. “The word was ‘asshole’, and yes, I left the insults in the writing on purpose. You’re the asshole, Jack. This is a one-sided argument. I’m not there anymore, sweets. You are the one who made a whole world of chaos for me to solve because you had no time to write me. I still love you, Jack, but do realize that I have a claim to my anger.
“I am in a ‘choose your own adventure’ game right now, only it isn’t a game, it’s my life. I would have been just fine having my house and library on the ground, if only you let me work with beast to solve your malicious intent. That never happened, remember?
“When Crimmy came to be, you could at least let him loose upon me and I’d be safe thanks to her, but you were too afraid of that connection. She burned me up from the inside, but your cage will only make his outbursts stronger. That’s why you’re the asshole, Jack. You broke your own mind, and created Finn and me to break next.”
Without another word, she was gone from the screen. I sat back in the dark room and left it with a sour feeling.
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“Well, we aren’t going to be dismembering any Trevits, I can promise you that,” I said. “Though we have to figure out a way to keep them from intervening in human affairs. Not everything can be solved with creationism. How about we put them into a fake Secear?”
“You can do that?” Rum asked.
“Not without your help,” I replied and split Tome out to draft up how the dimension looked like. Not only was she a nerdy bookworm, she had a knack for all sorts of arts and crafts, but hidden beneath a timid personality. “Work with Rum here to draft up how Secear looks like and I’ll create it to keep them locked up for a while.” Tome shrank down to the Trev’s size and extended a hand to him. Off they went, hand-in-hand, to create that fake dimension from his best recollection.
“That’s great,” Rassot said. “But can you do something bigger for the time being? People are dying because they interfered.”
“I guess I could do a grand calming proclamation,” I said. “Just know, those are known to backfire.” Rassot nodded. I wrote in the air with the smoke-light thanks to Grinch. “All guns shoot bubbles. All sharp weapons do only five percent of their full damage.”
“That should keep people from dying for a while,” I said, as the smoke light dissipated into the air of the library. “Happy?” Rassot smiled.
“Thank you, Rebecca,” he said. “I wish I could repay you in some way. Do you want a massage? I’m known for my killer rubdowns. Err… I meant the non-sexual kind. Nothing like hands on your back to relieve tensions of this world.”
“While I appreciate the thought,” I said. “I think the second I get naked close to you, Crimmy will make it sexual.”
“Right,” he said. “But is that such a bad thing? A sexual release can loosen you up just as well. Call it killing two birds with one stone. Come on, Rebby.” He said stepping closer to hold my hands. Something was wrong here. I sent Shy discreetly out of my shadow to investigate from another perspective.
“He’s not Rassot, Rebecca!” Shy called out from above. The fake Rassot clicked his tongue and jumped back from me.
“Spoilsport shadow-fart,” he said. “I’m trying to feed here.” He shook his face to another he likely copied. This was to be expected from a Tisyros.
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“I hadn’t been back for a while, Rebecca,” I spoke to the closed laptop on a desk in the only room left of what once was my world for her. “Two months. Spring is here now, and the flowers are everywhere, dancing petals in the breeze of April. This is starting to be a journal rather than a story. Maybe that’s what I need right now.
“beast’s been behaving, though he still wants to rage and fuck like your Crimmy. Maybe not like her at all. You managed to keep her only sexual. JJ’s been playing games, and dancing, and me, well, I’d been folding less, trying to figure out what I should really be doing in life. I’m talking to the closed laptop because I know you’ve rigged it with responses, and I just don’t think I could handle hearing your voice right now.
“I know you want me to continue your story in here, but I’ve been away because it hurts to write of you rather than talk with you. I really liked having conversations with you, before the thing with beast ruined everything. That was the start of my thinking that you’re better off without my input. Then Kara and James happened and it all just snowballed into your departure.”
I sat down by the laptop on the table. This was Rebecca now, her story, and her recorded voice with video. It hurt, but I just knew she had a spectacular life while creating the universe with everyone. Even Rassot showed up there, and here I was lamenting being left out. I’d come back and finish this before my death, setting a challenge to Virtu at last. This, of course, after I wrote of a black unicorn outcast and the sword of eternal dark.
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