A.N: Wow! Has it really been three years since I have uploaded anything to ? I've REALLY been neglecting this account! To be fair, I've been uploading things to Deviantart in that time, as well as my real life responsibilities. Anyway, a warning...
WARNING: This story deals with some serious things, like incest, drugs, kidnapping, child abuse, rape, suicide, and even cannibalism. If you don't want to read a story with such things in them, then please click the "back" button on your browser and go read something that doesn't have them in there. Do keep in mind, this story does not condone or support any of these things, and I oppose harming innocent children in any way. I wanted to write a story that starts with a bad person who reconsiders their ways later. Thank you for understanding.
A.N.2: This HDN fic takes place in a different dimension, one that is similar to the mk2/re:birth2 dimension, but with a bunch of differences. For example, Arfoire is not the actual Deity of Sin, but is rather, the CPU Goddess of ASIC, just the way Neptune is the CPU Goddess of Planeptune. Also, there are trains and highways because that would make travel between the cities faster and (mostly) safer. that being said, I still want to portray people in character. That ALSO being said, I also want to put in some major character development.
A.N.3: Just alleviating an anticipated fear here: There will be no romantic or sexual relationship between Linda and Rom/Ram, nor will there be Warechu x Rom/Ram romance/sex. I do not think that child-adult romance/sex is a good thing, even if it is "consensual." (I could be wrong, but I am assuming Warechu is an adult. It's kinda hard to tell with small, mascot furries.) I will NOT tell you what pairings happen, as I never do, because that would spoil the story (more than it's been spoiled already, lol.)
Also, woo! Cover!
THE WASHING OF THE MICE
CHAPTER ONE: WORST PRESENT EVER!
-"Yeah! That was fun!" Ram shouted as she burst through the Lowee Basilicom doors, "We should go again tomorrow!"
"Honestly, I think that's enough excitement for a good, long while," Blanc sighed as she slumped through the doors shortly afterwards, "I'm tired."
"You're always tired, Blanc," Rom said softly as she followed behind, "If...if you played with us more, you'd be less tired."
"Yeah!" Rom exclaimed as she skipped around the Basilicom's reception area, "You should do this with us more often."
The three girls moved through the Basilicom reception area. It was a fairly empty, grayish area with a few rows of fancy wooden benches, with a big, red carpet leading over to two curving sets of stairs that led up to a door at the back of the Basilicom. A few stained glass windows, depicting abstract shapes in a wide rainbow of colors. Normally, this place would be filled with people offering their best wishes and prayers to the CPU goddesses of Lowee, or perhaps to discuss business with them. Today, however, Mina had the Basilicom closed early, so it was eerily empty and soundless. The door in the back of the Basilicom opened, as a familiar white-haired, red coat-wearing figure came out, and smiled at the sisters.
"Welcome home, girls!" Mina chirped as she clasped her hands together, "Did you enjoy the festival?"
"Yeah!" Ram shouted, "I won a stuffed dragon for Rom, and I got to beat Blanc at the shooting game and..."
"It was fun." Rom said in her soft, little voice, "Especially because Blanc was with us."
"Yeah," Blanc sighed, trying to smile as best as she could, "I just wanna...go to bed now." Both of the twins frowned at this.
"Aww!" Rom and Ram groaned in unison.
"I wanted to play some more once we got home!" Ram squeaked angrily.
"Blanc never plays with us otherwise." Rom sniveled. Mina shook her head as she looked down at the two energetic goddesses.
"Now girls," Mina said in a stern voice, "Tomorrow is a very important day for you all...as well as the rest of Gamindustri. This will mark the first time the Lowee Winter Festival is celebrated outside of Lowee, and all of the other nations have adopted our tradition. You two and Blanc need to be at your best for the speech tomorrow." Rom and Ram moaned with exasperation as they slumped their arms.
"Aww! That's boooooring!" Ram whined.
"I'd rather play with Blanc." Rom stated quietly.
"It's just for a few hours," Mina said, "afterwards, you can play in the festival with Blanc again. You can even open your presents with her."
"Promise?" Both of the twins asked, their eyes wet and large like a puppy's. Mina smiled as she knelt down to eye level with the twins.
"Yes. I promise," Mina whispered as she patted them both on their heads, "Now go get ready for bed." Mina shoved them all through the door into the Basilicom's living quarters. Blanc pushed open the plain, brown door to her room, but Mina grabbed her on the shoulder and clicked her tongue.
"Blanc!" Mina snapped, "Go brush your teeth with your sisters! It would be embarrassing if you got a toothache in front of people from everywhere in Gamindustri."
"Okay, mom." Blanc grumbled, her eyes half closed as she fumbled her way into the bathroom. It was an extremely pristine porcelain paradise, spacious enough to be a public restroom, but beautiful and clean enough to use as a bedroom. The pink, fuzzy carpet had not even a single stain upon it. There were three sinks next to the door, all housed within the same white marble counter. Heck, even the toilets themselves were in baby blue stalls, truly allowing multiple people to use it at once. There was only one bath, however; it was a big, porcelain tub built into the floor, with little pumps and drains for water, and even a bubbler (it was more like a hot tub, in all honesty.)
Rom and Ram were already brushing their teeth, scrubbing furiously as a blue foam built up in their mouths. Blanc lurched over to the one open sink and jabbed herself in her right cheek with her toothbrush. Ram and Rom giggled as they finished up.
"Blanc is so sleepy she keeps messing up." Ram chuckled
"Maybe she needs our help?" Rom suggested between giggles. The twins shoved their toothbrushes into Blanc's mouth, Ram scrubbing the top jaw, and Rom scrubbing the bottom. Blanc gave a few weak protesting moans as her sisters probed her mouth. She gently swatted at their arms before Mina yanked the twins away.
"Now girls," Mina snapped sternly, "don't share your toothbrushes. That's how you get germs."
"Sorry." The twins whimpered as they looked down. Mina looked at the dazed, weary Blanc, and picked up her toothbrush. She shoved Blanc's toothbrush into her mouth, and began to scrub as if she were trying to remove mildew, causing Blanc to emit a few more irritated groans.
"If Blanc needs any help brushing her teeth, leave it to me." Mina told the twins, "I've been taking care of her since before you girls were born." Rom and Ram giggled as they slipped out of the bathroom, to head off to their own rooms. Mina patted Blanc on the back of her head, making her spit the contents of her mouth into the sink. She put Blanc's left arm over her shoulder, and carried her off to Blanc's room. It was a small, quiet room filled with bookshelves. Even though all of the bookcases were packed full of literature, there were piles of books strewn about the grayish room that Mina had to gingerly step around as she carried the sleepy goddess to her white, cotton bed.
"I'd tell you to change into your PJs," Mina whispered, "But you're clearly going to fall asleep before you do that. Just wash the sheets extra good." Mina tucked Blanc under the thick, wool covers, and kissed her on the forehead.
"Good night Blanc." Mina cooed as she left the room. Blanc was already sound asleep.
Rom and Ram's room was a bit different; it was far more colorful. It was as if somebody had thrown cotton candy all over the place; baby blue and light pink were the dominating colors of the room, with a bit of occasional white. Rom and Ram's beds were on opposite sides of the room; Rom had a blue bed next to a big, round window that overlooked the snowy city of Lowee. Ram slept in a pink bed next to the wall, which had hung several of her and Rom's favorite drawings. The rest of the room was filled with toys; a doll house here, a pile of crayons and paper, and everything else everywhere. Essentially, it was the toy and art equivalent of Blanc's "room problems." Ram and Rom were already wearing their color-coordinated light pink and baby blue Pajamas, which had large, loose fitting shirts going over their bodies like a dress, but included loose fitting pants of the same color. They were in their beds, and they smiled at Mina. Mina kissed each of them on the cheek, and gave them a pat on their heads.
"Goodnight Rom. Goodnight, Ram." Mina whispered to the girls, "Get plenty of sleep, now." Mina closed the door as she left. The room stayed silent for a few minutes before Ram looked over to Rom, and saw her shivering.
"Are you cold, Rom?" Ram asked, leaning towards her.
"Y...Y...Yeah," Rom replied quietly, "It's c...C...Colder than u...Usual." Ram smiled as she left her bed, and tucked herself in with Rom.
"Don't worry, sis," Ram whispered happily, "I'll just use my body heat to warm you up." Ram snuggled against Rom, and threw her arms around her shivering twin. Rom smiled as she hugged Ram back.
"Thank you, Ram." Rom cooed quietly, "I feel warmer already."
"What do you think our presents are going to be?" Ram asked, her voice quiet yet excited, "I hope I get 3D glasses! I really want them!"
"I...I just want Blanc to open them with us," Rom whispered as she closed her eyes, "I don't care what we actually get."
"Yeah..." Ram sighed as she closed her eyes, "I wanna open them with Blanc, too." The twins drifted off to a deep, gentle sleep in each others' arms.
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Outside, the city was colder than a nuclear winter; the roof of the Basilicom had to have been covered in a foot of snow. Even though street plows kept the brick roads of the city relatively clear of snow, piles of it were quickly building up anyway. All of the buildings were inspired by a foreign culture; most of them were cylindrical towers that had large, colorful onion-shaped objects topping them off. Smaller buildings were modeled to resemble massive pumpkins and other gourds, sometimes looking like small farms. Festive, rainbow colored lights were strung about everywhere, since this WAS the Lowee Winter Festival. There were even several temporary shop-stands in the streets that were just closing up. The city, despite the festivity, seemed so quiet and peaceful.
Seemed.
Two figures, one clearly larger than the other, crawled on top of the Basilicom. They both had large mouse ears, but the taller figures' were just a part of her black hoodie. These figures, Linda the Underling and Warechu, lurched across the roof, shivering a bit.
"Aw geez," Linda sneered, "It's so goddamn cold! I even had to zip my jacket up."
"Quit whining, chu!" Warechu whispered harshly, "At least you *have* clothes."
"I don't have fur." Linda snapped back as she walked to the edge of the building.
"Thank Arfoire." Warechu grumbled, rolling his eyes as he followed. The two stopped at the edge, overlooking the now empty, but still bright, streets of Lowee. Linda looked over the edge down to the ground. She swallowed air as she thought about why she was in Lowee.
"I want those cuties!" CFW Trick had screamed at her a few days ago, "And I want them alive! I would go with you to...savor the moment, but that damn dumb bastard CFW Judge requires my assistance for the next few days. Don't screw this up, Underling; if you fail, that's it. You're a dead woman." Linda felt a soft tap on her shoulder, bringing her back to the present.
"Hey! Don't go to daydream town now!" Warechu snapped as he poked Linda's shoulder, "We've got a job to do." Linda nodded as she pointed down the side of the building.
"I think I see the window here," Linda said, "Let's do this quickly. Someone might still be wandering the streets." Linda unzipped her hoodie, pulling a rope with a hook and a crowbar out. She shivered extra hard.
"Also, I'd rather not die from hypothermia, so let's do this quickly." Linda grumbled as she set the rope-hook on the side of the building. She let the rope unfurl downwards, causing it to dangle in front of the window to the twins' room. Warechu glanced at the rope, then back at Linda.
"Ladies first." Warechu said quietly with a smile. Linda grunted as she grabbed the crowbar and started to slide down the rope. She stopped when she got right in front of the window, and smiled. Warechu peeked downwards at her, holding onto the rope.
"Sweet," Linda muttered to herself, "They're both in the same bed. This'll make things easier." Linda placed the hook of the crowbar gently in the crack between the large window and the wall surrounding it. She pushed and tugged gently, sometimes giving it big jerks to help loosen the window. The window gave way, and creaked open ever so slightly.
It's opening now. Linda thought to herself. I gotta be quick. The cold might wake em' up if grabbing them doesn't.
Linda reached into her hoodie and pulled out some extra rope and...some rather strange gags. They were like large golf balls that had rope going through them...something one might expect to see in one of those kinds of clubs. Linda felt her gut wretch at the sight of them.
Fuckin' Trick She thought bitterly. Can't just get normal gags like a sane criminal. Linda sighed as she tensed her muscles, touching the window as she did so. She closed her eyes for a few seconds as she took a few deep breaths, then she began to creak the window open. She grappled onto the ledge, overlooking the twins who began to twitch and shake at the sudden burst of cold. Ram blinked her eyes ever so slightly open, causing Linda's eyes to widen.
Too late to puss out now. Linda thought to herself.
She fell upon the twins with breathtaking speed, forcing the gags upon both twins with extreme speed and deft skill. Both girls began to scream, though the gags muffled their screams significantly. Linda silently thanked the anti-HDD device she had active in her hoodie as she pinned the twins down with her powerful knees. She grabbed their thrashing, punching arms and kicking legs and tied them to their bodies as skillfully as she could, restricting their movements to little more than wiggling like worms. Linda scooped up the twins under her left arm, barely able to hold on as she leapt back onto the rope. With a swift kick, she knocked the window back into place with a loud THUMP! Linda tugged at the rope, gritting her teeth and sweating in the immense cold as the twins continued to squeal and thrash in her arm.
"Hold on!" Warechu mouthed to Linda as he grabbed the rope. He yanked on it as hard as he could. He grunted and groaned, but he couldn't pull the rope even a centimeter. He glance back over the edge at the dangling trio. Linda looked up at Warechu with worried, sparkly eyes while Ram and Rom flailed and squealed helplessly. An open dumpster full of discarded paper, rags, and cardboard lay a good ways below the danglers. Warechu squinted.
"Good thing we had a 'Plan B.'" Warechu whispered as he put his tiny hands on the hook. He shoved as hard as he could, dislodging the hook from the side of the building. The trio on the other end gasped as they fell swiftly into the dumpster, landing with a metallic THUD! Warechu leapt of the building, aiming for the dumpster as best as he could. He closed his eyes and silently cried.
"My only regret was not being good enough for my dear angel, Compa." Warechu quietly whined mere seconds before he crashed into the dumpster his partner was still inside. Warechu felt thrashing bodies to his sides, and below him, muffled cries coming from everywhere. He felt a nibbling sensation at his groin, so he looked down and saw that he was sitting on top of Linda's mouth.
"Crap!" Warechu whispered harshly as he quickly crawled off of Linda's face, "Sorry about that."
"Maybe wait until AFTER I get out of here with the brats?!" Linda snapped back, "Maybe I wouldn't have gotten rat fur in my mouth that way." Linda slowly stood up, and glanced around.
"The crate!" Linda whispered to Warechu, "Get the friggin crate!" Warechu ran over to a forklift nonchalantly parked in the alleyway, with a large shipping crate resting on the forks. He leapt into the seat and sped over to the dumpster, nearly crashing into it. Linda wasted no time in stuffing the terrified twins into the crate before closing the lid. She pulled a roll of duct tape out of her jacket and taped off the lid, sighing with relief as she did so.
"Duct tape, chu?" Warechu asked, raising his right eyebrow.
"Nails and a hammer would have been too noisy," Linda pointed out as she got onto the forklift, "Now we just gotta get this box of babies to the train yard and we're in the clear."
"I can still hear them thrashing around in there, chu." Warechu said, "If anybody hears them wiggling around in there..."
"They won't." Linda assured him with a smug grin, "It's late at night, they probably haven't gotten a lot of sleep, and they've been using up all of their energy already. They should be out cold by the time we get there."
"Are you sure?" Warechu asked as he got back into the driver's seat of the forklift.
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