Chapter 20 - Rebecca's Last Words

I returned into the spawn chamber to find it empty save for the open laptop with Crimmy and a countdown above her head that ticked away from twenty-three hours and ten minutes. The camera dildo was still inside her, so I assumed that beast was still playing somehow.

“Where is he?” I asked Crimmy. She fidgeted and moaned as the thing inside her shifted.

“He wanted to go full VR,” she said.

“He’s still alive?” I asked in surprise. “Has he- how?” Crimmy smiled a wicked grin and pushed her opening further against the camera inside her.

“He’s been naughty,” she said. “Wanna see?” I got flashes of possibilities from his echoes still inside me.

“Not really,” I said. “Can you just pull him out?” Crimmy put a finger to her lips, licked it, then proceeded to touch her clitoris until she arched to an orgasm.

“Huh,” she said after. “He won’t come out. He’s got those claws of his inside me. Guess you’ll have to go inside, huh?” She flicked the finger just used to get herself off to motion me to the screen. When I was close enough, I saw her figure protrude from the surface. Crimmy caught one of my hands and put it over the entrance.

“Don’t be shy now,” she said and let go of my hand. “Rub me right and I’ll let you in.” I hesitated for a moment, but started rubbing her vulva with a purpose until the room vanished. I arrived to the tallest building in the uterine city overlooking everything up in lights. The only difference between this version and when I first came here was advertising of beast everywhere with his dick hanging out erect. It read: I’ll get you off, or your money back.” Scattered throughout the city were life-size versions of that furry body with penile protrusions. I had to wonder what happened.

“Profit happened, my friend,” I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned to find a mountain of naked bodies piled below him, shifting alive.

“What do you mean?” I asked. The women around him shifted, touching each other, moaning softly, in a sort of daze.

“When the clock chimes that golden hour, all the replicas of me in the city come to life and do it for the women, insatiable and stopped only by their climaxes. The city pays me millions for this invention so I can have these hazepits. These women signed their lives away to service me in a constant haze. I can do whatever I want to them and they don’t care. Money is power everywhere, Jack.”

“Well, it’s time to go back,” I said. “Come on, get back inside me.” He shook his furry head.

“I don’t swing that way, buddy,” he said.

“I’m not asking,” I said, ignoring his joke. “I’m telling. Crimmy’s legs are about to close. I don’t want to think about what happens if you stay here at that moment.”

“I’ll go under one condition,” he said, with a very evil grin. By his command, I was hard and he made himself equal in size rather than the monstrous giant he provided to all the imitations in the city below. “You double-team one of these haze girls with me.” I resisted his idea, but grit my teeth in anger at the trick. I was sure he would not come out peacefully if I didn’t do this.

“Fine,” I said. He smiled and grabbed a random girl from the pile that just happened to look like an old love interest of mine.

“Now to decide which side you want,” he said and held the naked girl up only by her breast. “Pussy or mouth?”

“The vagina,” I said.

“Nah, you’re not getting out of saying it proper. The WHICH end?”

“The pussy end, damnit!”

“Good, you’ll be on the mouth end,” he said, bending her toward my crotch while inserting himself to a sigh from her. I could see drool flowing from her mouth. “Careful of the teeth. She’s a biter and a chewer, that one.”

“Fuck,” I said, holding her head in place as I slipped myself inside. The first thing she did was chew on it with hard teeth. I grit my jaw and held her jaw open so that I could glide inside without the teeth being in the way. The only uncomfortable part now was her eyes looking up at me. I tried to look away, but beast didn’t allow that.

We moved together until he made sure we would pop off at the same time.

“Now kiss me,” he said, to my shock. I leaned forward right before climax and he grabbed my neck into a heavy kiss as we both finished inside. When I opened my eyes, I was the only one there, the girl’s mouth still over the now flaccid member. I pulled it out and looked to the sky. beast was back inside me. I could feel him completing me.

“Pull us out!” I shouted, as the girl spat out what came out of me onto the floor with a bit of choking and gasping. I was surprised to find it wasn’t white, or translucent, but black and smoke-like. I didn’t have time to dwell on it as the uterine city faded from view to the spawn chamber.

“Hey, you got him, nice,” Crimmy said, out of breath. “Want to run your game from the save point?”

“Not right now, sorry,” I said, with a thought to that grip on my neck at the most vulnerable moment.

“Clock’s a-ticking, Jack,” she said. “Do you want to watch some porn with me instead?” I bet you like some lesbian action. No shame or judgment.”

“No, thanks,” I replied. “And I’ll assume that you were talking to beast, right?” She didn’t answer, only smiled something of Rebecca’s old smile. I missed her non-sexual counterparts. Where this appeased beast, I was left disgruntled and disgusted.

“I’ll be back later,” I said and left the spawn chamber wondering why it was that I produced something dark and smoky.

alter

I’d been back to Crimmy before the time was up to venture back into the save point of the game. I did so without writing here, because I no longer have to record everything without Rebecca present. Crimmy left and said that there will not be another chance to reach her. beast was sated and I was confused by what I saw on my way out. Since then, I’ve given it some thought, and the dark smoke expelled had to be based on my perception of myself beside beast.

While Rebecca was supposed to help me see myself better, my own mind sabotaged that progress by keeping her away from all parts of me that needed it most, namely beast. In turn, she created her own beast copy, but did not understand the original fully, focusing on the lust aspect. Because I didn’t let Rebecca into my deepest fear, she did not serve her purpose, but locked me away from trying again by my only other fear, my story never reaching others.

With this, a new fear is born within me, that someone WILL read this and the story before, and judge me insane. Even if I feel so already, being labeled so would expose this to the eyes of the world. This, for all intents and purposes, was an attempt to treat myself without medication or therapy with someone who would have me committed. Rebecca became one such person, and found a way to commit me in the spawn chamber where I sit now. I have my freedom here, but what is freedom without her?

She told me to seek the star, a star, someone to accept me before I accept myself, but for that I’d have to let go of this notebook, let go of my madness and chameleon-ize as social once more. This will happen. It has to. Life is waiting to happen, loading in the back of my mind with a vague expiration date. Finnelgamin’s story and this might never reach you, the audience I imagine judging this wild experience. It will be edited down, if ever it graces your eyes and mind, but I hope it never does. At least not while I’m still alive. There is much good to gleam from this devolution of my mind, but everyone should have their own breakdown of this sort to meet the rest of their brain hidden away.

While I still sit at the laptop in the once spawn chamber to Rebecca’s world, I’ll try some words to see if there is anything else that she recorded for me, but only write down the most important ones, as this notebook has eight pages left. I could program robot to do this while I go about my week, but I’d rather do it myself. He could say all the words and record responses, but that would be cheating in my eyes. Doing so at the end would be akin to using cheat codes to beat the final boss of the game, or to overcome the last objective.

Speaking of games, I intend to create my mind as a game, beast, robot, JJ as starboy, and myself, the overseer eye. This is one story that you all might see before my life is over. But for the laptop, you will not get all of Rebecca’s stories. The files at the end need not be out. I have not read them, but will do so in private. You just can’t expect to know all of her story. For now, work awaits me. Seven pages of the notebook still remain. Let’s see what I can find of Rebecca until the end.

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I’ve come back to the laptop after work to try some words and phrases, but had to be smart about it as there were very few pages left in the notebook. While I could simply skip over unimportant bits, how could I judge what is vital? I thought for a moment?

“Home is where the heart is,” I said and waited at the screen for something to happen, but nothing did. “There is no place like home.” Nothing. I was trying to recall whether Rebecca ever found that house in that neighborhood I created for her to experience being social, albeit with artificial beings.

“I’m thinking too general,” I said. “Hammock.” Rebecca showed up on the screen with a smile. I missed that smile.

“Hey, Jack,” she said. “Remember this place?” She tilted the camera to the house I made for her, a quaint two-story basic house with a yard and a hammock. “I found it again. I just wanted to show you before I go. This place holds my first memories, the start of my life, my childhood in a strange sense. I was never a child. I only realized that later, and then JJ turned me to his age. Remember? I didn’t have puberty, no awkward years trying to understand my sexuality. It was suddenly there. There is something really wrong about that. I might have to reduce myself to the start of puberty for the experience later on, but know that I don’t blame you for any of that. You had no idea what to do with me. I was a child in a grown woman’s body. Maybe we both were that way.”

I sat back with hands completely fallen to the sides. Her house was a prison. I didn’t mean for it to be that way, but giving her a whole world backfired. With five pages left, I decided to leave other ideas for the morning.

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After I had a bit of time to think things through, I knew what to try next.

“Kara, James, John, Danielle,” I said at the screen, but nothing happened. “Portal Walker. Keir.” Nothing. It had to have something to do with all of them. I sat back to think a moment.

“What of Denizens of the Void?” I asked and was greeted by Rebecca’s face, but another voice chimed in from beyond the view.

“No, I have nothing to say to him,” the camera tilted to Kara sitting in the air.

“Wave goodbye, at least,” Rebecca said. Kara put her hand up as if to do so, but flipped the camera off instead. “Real mature. You know, he’s the only reason you had John without the pain of childbirth.”

“You kidding?” she asked. “What do you think pushing out an egg feels like?” She turned to the camera. “I haven’t forgiven you for that, Jack.” She turned away again. “But thanks.” Just then, Danielle ran up to her and fell into her arms, trailing John who failed to catch up to her.

“Thanks for playing with me,” John said to the camera. Kara whispered something into Dani’s ear, prompting a loud response.

“Bye, uncle Jack!” Dani shouted at max volume. I chuckled.

“You might be wondering where James is,” Rebecca said. “He’s working for the same people who put him into the Portal Walking system. He’s picking new ones now, those who die too young. Kara’s against him doing that, since she thinks that kind of process created Akier Vil Moredo, but I think it’s admirable. He’s giving them a chance at life in other dimensions. I’ll patch something of his later.” The video cut to Rebecca in different clothing.

“Well, they’re going at it,” she said and turned the camera to the couple in the initial stage of undress. Kara noticed and flicked the camera into a green portal that cut to the Infinity Void, that dazzling array of gems lit with all the stories in existence. Rebecca’s hand plucked the camera out and back to the room. “That wasn’t very nice, but fine, have your sex, but James is mine afterward.” Crimmy walked out of Rebecca and up to them.

“Got room for one more?” she asked.

“No!” Both answered and continued kissing wildly.

“Geez, whatever,” she said, returning to the camera.

“Becks, I swear,” Kara called out. “Get that camera off me before I hit you.”

“Oop,” Rebecca said, turning it to herself for a moment. “James will be right up.” The video switched to James Denizen with a “I just had sex” grin on his face.

“Hi, there,” he said. “I don’t know you very well, but from what the girls told me, you’ve read one of the journals I left while portal-walking. I had some fun adventures back then. Oh! And thank you for John. I love him and I'm so glad he exists even as a mistake you made about how birds reproduce. I’m certain you’ll experience the joy and absolute terror of parenthood eventually. When Aki took my boy, I was absolutely weak, but now, and thanks to Kara, I am more prepared to see my boy grow up in the ever-chaotic end of all worlds that is the Infinity Void.

“You know, I actually figured out the way time works in there, or at least between the worlds that the Keir opens paths into. But I shouldn’t say. Kara gets angry whenever I divulge information she keeps secret.

“We’ll do our best to protect Becks while she builds that universe of hers. The Rahin folks seem intent on erasing her from existence, which put new tensions between the Order of the Keir and the Devourers of Chaos, but that’s not my story to tell, or hers.

“Another thing I should mention is my new job. I now work with a large team of folks to give those who die too young a fighting second chance all the way to the twenty-fourth chance. While they can try to save the worlds they find themselves in, their own way, they are only there to live again, no longer soldiers for the girl I replaced. She had some issues with this regime change, but had to step down anyway. The youth, those too weak to find a place for themselves in the new worlds arrive into the care of someone out there who needs them just as much. I made sure of that.

“I guess that’s all I’ve got. I’m glad you created Rebecca, Jack. She’s a better person than you, but don’t let that discourage you from your own personal growth. I think you can be just as in-command of your life as she is. I’m sure of it. All the best from the I.V.” He smiled and reached to turn the video off. The laptop returned to the background photo Rebecca’s smiling face.

I sat back trying to think what I could possibly say to the laptop that would warrant a response fitting for the final page, but was speechless.

“Well,” I finally said. “We’re in the endgame now.” I chuckled only to realize that Rebecca left before that movie released itself into my mind. She would not leave me something for that tagline. “I’m on the last page, Rebecca.” I said and was happy to find her smiling in a video again.

“I’ll keep this brief,” she said. “Since this is the last bit of me you’ll hear for a while, or record, I guess. I’ve met your author, your writer, the one who you say determines your fate. But, see, I met him after he already finished your story. Being a dumbass like you, he never published it, but I read it and liked the ending. Spoiler alert: You don’t fucking die at forty years old, so don’t you even fucking try to do it by your own damn self. And publish Finn and me, I’m serious. Sorry. Cira surfacing. But for real, Jack, beast, JJ, robot, I love you guys. Thank you for creating me. Oh, and for a cliffhanger, here is a heavy, I’ll be watching over you in your world.”

She winked and the video ended. 

 

 

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