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This is a series of one-shot style stories.
And yes, it's rated M for a good reason.
First of all, this is a series based around
"Cursed Items"
Basically, they are items with strange or unwanted
effects or abilities. More often than not in this series,
they will change a character (or several) very drastically.
Often for worse.
As well, unless otherwise noted,
each story takes place in a separate timeline.
The events caused by an item take place in a different
timeline than the item before and after it.
How hurtful these items are…it's a variable matter.
It is up to the item.
It could curse you to eternal imprisonment,
or it could kill you.
You have been warned.
Will you still choose to use these items?
The Pretty Necklace
Looking at my calendar…hmm…today was an important meeting with Vert. She wanted to collaborate with me regarding cross-console play with her and my consoles for Infinicrafter…the idea was rejected without a question by Noire, but I found nothing to…reject about it. It would make it easy to obtain more shares for Lowee from Leanbox citizens, while also allowing Lowee citizens to play with Leanbox games…win-win. Nothing to hate about this idea. I had absolutely no idea why Noire turned the offer down. But then again, her recent popularity must have gotten into her head.
I took a bath and decided on what to wear for the meeting. Nothing looked good on me…except for a necklace of blue ice spheres that I kept around in a closet, away from my sisters. It looked interesting. It wasn't enough of a change of dress, but I was captivated by it. I wondered why I didn't wear it before. I put it on. It went down all the way to my chest, dangling in front of it. I loved how it looked on me.
I found Vert waiting for me in the guest room. She was already sipping her green tea, which was half-empty.
"Sorry for being late." I said as I took my seat.
"Don't worry about it. It was just five minutes." She smiled.
"So, I take it you want to discuss this whole thing about Infinicrafter? To be honest, I don't mind it. I studied it extensively before your arrival and I see it benefitting both of our nations. The problem would be in our conflicting technology." I spoke. "Our hardware is vastly different and so is our software."
"That shouldn't be a problem. There are already multiplayer games on several different personal computer operating systems. They are all able to communicate with different hardware and software just fine." She crossed her arms, causing her oversized tits to slightly wobble, "Just leave it to our engineers." She said with pride tinging her voice. I stared at her with an irritated look…that damn bitch, having the audacity…!
"Huh? Is there something wrong?" she said with puzzlement in her eyes…she…she was right…? I was getting irritated for no reason at all?
"Umm…nothing. I'm sorry. So, is there anything you need from Lowee to achieve this?" I asked, scratching my head in confusion.
"Yes. We just need your latest SDK. We'll update it to use a universal communication standard. Is that fine with you?" she asked, taking another sip of her tea.
"I don't see why not. My engineers should work on it too."
With that, the rest of the meeting went uneventfully. We talked about why Noire turned down that offer. Both of us were equally puzzled about it. That offer was also submitted to Planeptune, but it must have been buried within piles of paperwork…of course that lazy CPU would rather "finish her backlog" than improve herself. How typical of her.
Still. Vert's damned tits kept bothering me…I had no idea why. She wasn't trying to piss me off, so…why?
My day continued like the usual. It was just as uneventful. Both Lowee and Leanbox engineers were still taking the first steps towards allowing their SDKs to receive universal communication, and defining a protocol to allow this to happen. I stressed both sides on the documentation, especially if Planeptune or Lastation suddenly showed an interest in the tech.
And I was right to do this. Nepgear decided she wanted a meeting on the same day.
"I'm sorry, my sister didn't read your or Vert's proposal." She apologized. "She was just…" she sighed, "…playing something called Glassking." Oh, that game which parodied old cartoons. I wouldn't blame Neptune for being too invested into it, but still, her job as CPU was more important!
"So, she sent you in her place? Pfft. Typical of Neptune. I'm sorry about this." I smiled.
"Well, it's alright, I guess. So, I heard you and Vert agreed on this cross-console play technology?" she beamed with curiosity.
"Yes. Do you want Planeptune to partake in this as well?" I asked, gazing at her, waiting for a positive answer…and…I took a glance at her chest? Why? She also…took a glance at…mine? What was…?
"Of course, Neptune and I are interested in this proposal!" she beamed even more happily.
"That's…great to know! You should call Vert for this as she's the one leading the whole project. We already made a little bit of progress. We are planning the protocols and functions to be used." I said with a smile.
"That's excellent!" She exclaimed. "Thank you, Blanc!"
"You're welcome." I tilted my head with a smile.
"By the way, I like your necklace…but…aren't you too short for it…?" Huh? What was that…? "Plus, it looks strange on you…you don't have that much of a chest." What.
"What…the hell did you say again?" I asked in confusion…
"The necklace would look better if your chest was bigg—" she took a glance at my eyes…
I was irritated…Nepgear, of ALL PEOPLE!? SHE WAS CRITICIZING MY CHOICES?! NEPGEAR!?
"Ummm, uhhh, I didn't mean to say anything of this! I'm…sorry! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry—"
"Enough of this!" I cut off her repetitive apologies. "Nepgear…Nepgear…for YOU to say this…YOU, SAY THIS!?…that was uncalled for…! Scram to Vert and her stupid chest that you like and get the hella outta my sight!" I screamed with enough intensity to shake the entire Basilicom! She ran off like a coward, away from the guest room. Ugh! What was wrong with these people? What did they want my chest to do, DANCE?!
That damned Nepgear. Back then, she criticized herself for not looking up towards her sister properly, unable to save her from her captivity in the long gone Gamindustri Graveyard. Except for that one time she talked about it with Uni, she wasn't the kind of person to even mention others' shortcomings in appearance. She was, by and large, the innocent girl of the bunch. I liked her more than I did Neptune. She didn't constantly make fun of everyone around her, she seemed like she could listen to a whole rant and sympathize with you…
And then she did that today! Dammit! I had enough of it. I couldn't focus on writing my new book anymore. I wanted to sleep, let off some of this frustration out.
I wish I didn't think of sleep.
…I was sitting in that meeting room again, unable to move from my place…in front of me was her again, that damned candidate…
"I really like that necklace, but you're too short for it to look good." She said in the most casual, normal way possible… "It would look better if it was resting on a chest, but…you barely have any." I tried getting my hammer out…couldn't. "Right. I think it would fit Vert better. She's mature enough for it. She doesn't swear and curse, and she's very elegant…definitely a fit for—"
Finally. My hammer materialized. She cut herself off, looking at the hammer for a second, before…oh no, she had the nerve…? "…her. At least, she isn't angry all the time like yo—"
"GO TO HELL!" I shouted as I swung my hammer right onto her FUCKING innocent face—
…I woke up, gasping for air…ugh…what the hell was that? What was…what was wrong with…me…? No…this couldn't be…me…maybe Nepgear had well intentions and didn't mean to criticize me…? Dammit…I scared her off without a good reason…she…she even apologized… I shouldn't let my paranoia and insecurity…take over me. I was far stronger than this…I'm Blanc of Lowee. I've seen worse…
I flew over to the Planeptune Basilicom…I wanted to apologize to Nepgear…I didn't want to leave the guilt eating at me. I stayed around in the guest room after telling the reception of my intentions. Not long after…Neptune…? She burst into the room, and jumped…on…me…?
"Heyo Blanc!" she happily exclaimed before she—
"Ugh!" that…fucking hurt…what was Neptune even…huh? Why was she…fondling my…?
"Oh shucks. Yours haven't grown a single bit!" she pouted in disappointment…? What…? The hell…?
"Talk about yourself, bitch!" I angrily shouted out...! That damned…she didn't have anything on her body! When she wasn't in HDD, she looked very ridiculous and spoke like some kid in a grown-up body! And she was…!?
"What…is even going on here…?" we turned around, noticing that Nepgear had already entered the room… "Ah. Goodness Neptune, that necklace won't look good on you either. I'd say it'd look good on me, but that wouldn't be doing it any justice. I'm a bit short and my chest isn't up to par…" she said, affixed on my necklace…?
Oh. The. Audacity.
"Yes! Vert is perfect for it!"
"Trust me. It looks better on Vert. She's the most perfect fit for it—"
"BOTH OF YOU CAN GO TO HELL!" I said as I threw that childish CPU off myself and onto, storming out of the Basilicom angrily. Even as I left, I could tell that they were…staring at me…were they jealous of my necklace? Not like I wanted to care about two bitches like them.Vertthis, Vertthat! What was the big deal about her!? Nevermind. Planeptune could fall overnights for all I CARE!
No. I SHOULD HAVE KILLED THEM WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS!
I made it back home. I couldn't get any angrier. Seriously? Those idiots…ugh.
When I came back in, Rom and Ram ran towards me…Rom hugged me, but…Ram was…? She was…staying away from me?
"You…you look really scary, Blanc…" Ram said in fear…scary? What the hell? Rom followed soon after? She left my legs and…looked up towards me in fear…?
"You're angry…" she said very softly…I sighed.
"…fine. I'll go stay with Noire." I turned back towards the entrance and walked out. The sisters couldn't even say another word. What was wrong with me? But I was sure of one thing. Those Planeptune idiots weren't worth my time.
I didn't understand why Noire didn't like the Infinicrafter idea, but I understood that she was a reliable person. Perhaps, she'd listen to me.
Another stay in another guest room…I must have been obsessed with these rooms. Urgh. It took a while for the person in question to join.
"Hello, Blanc. It's quite a surprise to see you here." She said while looking at me. Finally. Someone who didn't talk about my chest for a start.
"Yeah…I've had a fight with those morons over at Planeptune." I complained.
"What? Neptune's teasing you again?" she scratched her head as she sat down in front of me.
"And Nepgear." I added.
"What. Is. The. Meaning of this? Nepgear would never say a bad thing about any of us CPUs! She looks up to us as idols! How?" she asked in confusion…ugh…that was the part that drove me nuts…I sighed.
"It's fine. Let them burn. Stupid kids making fun of me for wearing this beautiful necklace." I held it up and showed it to her. She immediately…surveyed me from top to bottom...and then to top again?
"Actually…it really doesn't fit you!" Huh? "It fits a tall woman with an actual chest to speak of. Not your wall." She…she…! "Your personality isn't even a fit for it! You're inelegant. It fits only one person…Ve—"
I drew up my hammer.
"The same crap again!? You CPUs are insufferable!" I shouted as loudly as I could…I have had enough, I HAD ENOUGH, THIS SAME CRAP OVER AGAIN, I HAD ENOUGH…!
"But it is the truth. This necklace…it belongs to Vert! Even I am not fit for her! I just work all day!" she said while retreating away from me, that bitch…!
I finally noticed it.
There was a pattern.
Nepgear said Vert.
Neptune said Vert.
Noire said Vert.
Vert... Vert... Vert...
Vert. Vert. Vert.
VERT!
That damned bitch…she SOMEHOW RALLIED TWO ENTIRE NATIONS TO CONSPIRE AGAINST ME. ALL FOR A NECKLACE. IF SHE COULD HAVE JUST ASKED ME RIGHT AWAY…!
No. I was NEVER going to give ANYONE this necklace!
"Vert, huh? OKAY! CAN YOUR VERT PROTECT YOU FROM THIS THEN!?" I threw my damn hammer with all my might at her chest…! She fell on the ground, all covered with her shitty blood! She didn't deserve it if she was willing to sell herself out to FUCKING VERT.
She coughed out blood as she twitched in agony, a visible hole in her chest. Ah, she was bleeding.
"Tell Vert to shove it up hers." I turned around and headed for the entrance.
"…what…have you done…? …and…what is it…about…Vert…?" I could hear her weakly say. PFT! Pretending not to have an idea about the bitch she sold herself out to! She deserved bleeding to her own sorry death, not an apology.
AND SO WERE THE OTHER TWO SELLOUTS.
I flew all the way to the Planeptune Basilicom.
I skipped going back to my regular form. Likewise, I skipped reception. I had no time for such formalities. The longer I didn't go after Vert, the more likely she got away! But the more I left these two, the more likely they'd go after me while I went after their master! The guards were too scared to approach me. They had better not to. OR ELSE.
I finally found them. They were in the living room, too busy playing Glassking. They were on the ground, lying on their stomach. They were facing off…the Devil. The final boss in that game, as well as the hardest. They were too focused on him. The devil was in their attention. The sellouts were fixated on him.
My HDD axe went vertically through Neptune's back.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Hahahahaha! Scream more, SCUM.
The candidate for sellout dropped her controller and turned around reflexively, turning HDD in the process. She noticed what happened.
"NEPTUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNE…!" she shouted in panic, before turning over to me, "BLANC!? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SIST—"
My axe flew right into her shoulder like clockwork. It separated from her body. SHE DESERVED THIS. Her HDD form was NOTHING, JUST LIKE HER REGULAR FORM. Twice nothing WAS STILL NOTHING.
"…but…why…?" she said as she clutched her shoulder, before falling on the ground and returning to her shitty regular form.
"Your Vert will tell you soon in Hell!" I yelled.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhhhh" Oh, that other bitch was still screaming? That was enough for her. I struck her body horizontally, splitting it into two halves!
No time to lose…I still had the ringleader to deal with.
SHE WAS NEVER GOING TO HAVE THE NECKLACE.
I made it to her Basilicom. Finally. She would pay for what she did to me. I didn't have time to stop for anything other than her. I came for her, and only her.
The Basilicom guards noticed that I was ignoring their warnings and yet advanced forwards and towards her room…before the alarms sounded off, she was already too focused on the shitty online game she loved. She turned around and looked at me.
"Oh Blanc! What are you—what? Why are you in…?" she asked quizzically. You couldn't pretend your way outta this.
"You thought Neptune, Nepgear and Noire would do your job for you? Amazingly poor choices, THUNDERTITS." I said while concealing my anger…if I let it all out…
"What are you even talking about!?" she took several steps back, apparently noticing I had bloodstains over my form. I held my necklace and raised it upwards, answering her USELESS question.
"Oh. That necklace. I don't know what happened with them, but…you truly are unfit for it." She said as she stopped going backwards, only I continued slowly towards her. Her expression changed from fearful to…confident? "You're too short to wear it. Your chest, or lack thereof, is unsuitable. You have no manners when you are angry, which is often. You shut yourself just to write a couple books, away from the world and your own sisters, and you think you're worthy for such a necklace? If you just HAD a chest, maybe it could've liked you, but you lack ALL the qualities! You truly are UNFIT for it. Only I am. And what do you know? You could kill me right now. Another girl will be fit for the necklace. If you kill her, another girl will take her place…and as far as I'm concerned? You must kill all of Gamindustri before you can be fit for it. Go ahead and kill me. You have a lot to work fo—"
I sliced through her chest.
STUPID BITCH THOUGHT HER CHEST MADE HER FIT?! NO MORE!
"What…are you doing please stop I'll do what you want anything you want just leave me alone just tell me why you're doing this why why why GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH" I SLICED HER CHEST AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN UNTIL IT WAS A BUNCH OF MEAT! NOT EVEN WORTHY OF BEING CALLED THUNDERTITS ANYMORE!
"I will be the perfect fit for the necklace. You are too tall. Your TITS are too large. Your room is a mess of yaoi trash, and all you do in your pathetic life is play trashy MMOs, and YOU TELL ME YOU'RE A PERFECT FIT!? TO HELL WITH YOU!" That was it…she was finished…! SHE WAS FINISHED. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
But…what was that she said again…? Another girl will be fit for the necklace if I killed her? And that girl…wouldn't be me…? Then who would it be…?
It struck me. If I just HAD a chest…
No. I didn't need to have a larger chest.
Gamindustri needed to give up theirs. I'd do ANYTHING to be fit for the necklace, EVEN IF IT MEANT THAT!
47 girls with large chests written off…there were still way more to go through…the necklace STILL wasn't fit for me. How many more did I have to write off, HOW MANY MORE?
There was this one girl that I never caught. But if…if just my forces saw her even once…then I could be truly fit for the necklace. With her whereabouts still unknown, I WAS NEVER GOING TO BE PERFECT FOR THE NECKLACE. I am coming for her. I will be the most fit for the necklace.
I'M COMING FOR YOU, UNI.