To Be More
Confusing, WHAT IS REAL?! 1.2
What do I do?! I panicked internally, my artificial face projecting false emotions.
I wasn't sure how, but just as I was somehow able to use the Si – well, my powers now – to their fullest, I knew with a complete certainty that my target was Madison, Wisconsin.
Shit shit shit. Okay, maybe I can out Eidolon? Nah, if I remember correctly the dude was just a dick, he's not trying to do this, so outing him causes more problems than it solves. Assuming I'm even capable of that.
I reached New Jersey, and was moving at a steady pace. I don't have much time, I realized.
Okay, goals: first, DO NOT create the Travelers. Second, NO causing the quarantine this time. Third, ZERO DEATHS. Fourth, try and send a message with crucial information – nothing on Scion, maybe I can just troll Cauldron? A bunch more, but also, given this is so blatantly an SI that it hurts, make this entertaining.
Wait. Entertaining. If this is an SI, the more entertainment I provide, the longer my life span. Probably.
I tried to smirk, but was having some trouble figuring out how to control the Simurgh's body – even now that I was no longer resisting the commands, I still had some difficulties exerting control over an artificial body from another fucking dimension.
Which is still fucking awesome.
And terrifying. And raises so many questions.
Right, trolling time… what to do, what to do…
A scene from a movie I'd seen a while back popped into my head, and I finally figured out how to fucking smirk.
[ORDERS], boomed a voice in my head. [OBEY].
I felt what I imagine Thor felt when Thanos was squeezing his head in the beginning of the Finite War movie. Ow.
… okay, so given this is an SI, this is totally just filler… can I just ignore it and pretend to have convinced it to move on?
I went back to planning, and the pain only intensified.
Fine, loophole time. It is very difficult to mope when your mind itself is in immense pain. Of course, it's made easier when you can just tweak your pain receptors like so, but given that pain is usually just a warning to stop, that's probably not a good long-term solution. Hence, loopholes.
Well, an opponent that's seen as less than human can't possibly be a worthy
"FUCK!" I tried to yell, attempting to grab my head and curl into the fetal position.
[CONTEMPT].
So why don't I just fucking fight the Dadversary one on one?! Would that be good enough?! I snapped through the pain, more out of spite than anything else.
The pain went away for a second.
[IMPOSTER][AMUSEMENT][ANTICIPATION]
Information quickly flashed through my brain.
"Wait, you can't be fucking serious, right?!" I exclaimed. "You're just going to let me go? That easily?"
[SATISFACTION].
"… oh, shit. I'm totally screwed. I literally just woke up in the body of an eldritch abomination, was briefly forced into the normal stupid attacks, and now I'm being let go just so that I can be part of Family Feud: Space Whale Edition. This can't possibly get any worse."
A/N: Two updates in four days? What sorcery is this?!
I'm finding it a lot easier to do small updates like this regularly instead of trying to make fewer bigger ones.
Maybe I'll finish one of my older ideas and add it here soon as well. Hopefully this next one doesn't take a full year hides