HOLY FUCK READERS ITS BEEN A WHILE HASN'T IT! i iddn't mean to go silent for so long i just had a lot of stuff happen in my life in a very short time. like seriously things are crazy. but I managed to finish cleaning up this chapter! my plan is still to finish Windfall once and for all and drive the stake into Wind to end this beast but honestly I don't know when the next update will be... I honestly cannot guarantee anything. but I hope you are all doing well. God bless and remember: re:fuse! :D

CHAPTER 78: FOSTER'S HOME FOR FEAR AND FOLLY

The audience gave raucous applause as the show's host, Gooble Hubbleby, signaled to the cameras to go live. He sat at his fancy late-night desk and said to the folks back home,

"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. If there are any kids watching, isn't it past your bedtime?"

The audience laughed, and Hubbleby let them finish before continuing. "Welcome to the Hubbleby Hour. I'm your host, Gooble Hubbleby, and tonight we'll be discussing a bit more serious a topic than usual: the infection of the world. Joining us tonight is a friendly face who will be giving us a more in-depth look at what's happening to the planet. You all know him, you all love him - put your hands together for Dr. Mordin Solus!"

The spotlight moved over a door on the right side of the stage (stage left), and the audience cheered and whistled, but tonight's special guest didn't show. "Uh, Dr. Mordin Solus!" Hubbleby said again, hoping the salarian had simply not heard him. He was fairly elderly after all. "Dr.-"

"Heard you the first time," cried a panicked voice from behind the door. "Door is stuck! Help!"

Thankfully the door was laced with dynamite for just this occasion (it stuck all the time and the stage hands had no other choice) so the crew blew up the door, when the smoke had cleared there stood everyone's favorite salarian, Mordin Solus. The crowd all went "Aww" because he was so adorable. Self-conscious, Mordin hurried onto the stage and shook hands with Hubbleby.

"Good to have you tonight, Mordin," said the host.

"Pleasure's all mine," said the doctor, and he sat down beside the desk. As soon as he did so though there was a muffled SQUEAK from beneath him and he jumped, pulled a rubber duck out from under him.

"Uh, heh heh, sorry, that was from last night's duck-o-rama," apologized Hubbleby. He took the duck back from his guest. "Ahem, anyway, Mordin, could you tell us a little bit about how the fusion infection works?"

Mordin nodded. "Fusions silica-based life-form - entire planet made from fusion matter, as well. Special properties enable it to dissolve and absorb foreign materials. Can adapt and change structure to suit needs as well."

"Interesting," said Hubbleby taking his toaster strudel out of the oven. "So the fusions are quite a threat, indeed."

"Indeed."

"Dr. Solus, can you tell us if there is any hope mankind has for survival?" Hubbleby asked, chewing his strudel thoughtfully. "Or... are we trulydoomed?"

Mordin narrowed his eyes at the host. "People like you are reason why other species hate humans. Worry and complain about problem, never stop long enough to think of solution. See similar personalities in your leaders. Too busy running around, like chickens without heads. Want honest opinion, Mr. Hubbleby?" Mordin leaned in close to the host. "Humanity? Good as dead."


Frankie locked the door behind my fat ass, Demongo was still fainted in my armsk. I was ushered to a nearby fainting couch (named for just this purpse) and laid him down for a good time. I felt his forehead it was ice cold.

"What happened to him?!" asked Franklie.

"He was shot in the gut by a wild cogfish," I signed tearing off one of my sleeves. "This isn't long enough - I need something for a tournequet!"

"Frankie ran to the broom closet, Jafkie Khones and Sunset Junction were fucking inside. She slammed the door shut and tried the closet next to it, thankfully there was no anky-panky going on and she grabbed a rope and tied it around Demongo's midsection to stem the bleeding yo. Hey hey, yeah yeah, shut up, friend! Hey now, yeah yeah, walk up there! Robot robot, vampire. Ogre ogre, robot!

"Jesus he's lost so much blood" I said the couch was drenched I daresay.

"Wind, we need to call a doctor," Frankie said looking into Demongo's eyes with an LED flashlight, his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and he was gargling on his own blood. "He won't survive without proper medical help and we don't have anyone here except basic first aid."

"Shushushushush," I snapped, I was trying to think dammit! There was so much bliid it was all over me my whole body was slick. It was like being covered in blue lube, I had bad memories of that one time.

"C... Caitlyn," Demongo gargled, spat up bladd all over the place, it poured out over his chin like a waterfall.

"Yes, Demonho?" I asked, it was clear he was dying. I wanted to comfort him. Rip his clothes off. Like old times. But This was not the time for that.

"Tell... tell your mother I... I..." he coughed up another cup of blood over his chest

Suddenly the front doors broke off the hinges and fell inward, the light was blinding outside. But there was a silhouette standing there, a shadow cut against the harshness. And in stepped Dr. Mordin Solus, armed with his doctor bag and a powerful yet solemn expression on his face.

"Mordin!" I cried, as he ran over. "Thank goodness you made it! Demongo's over here - come tend to him - hurry!"

"Mordin saw Demongo laying there half-dead and jumped in shock. "Good Lord!" he cried, and rushed over. He checked Dempongo's pulse it was barely there. His blood pressure was weak as a pee stream. Mordin started cutting Demongo's shirt off (I at first thought he was preparing to mate with him to get his blood flowing but no it was just for ease of getting to the wound) and revealing the new vagina the fusions had made for him. He pulled a bottle of whiskey out of his bag, took a swig, and poured it over the vagina,. Demongo shrieked in pain but Frankei and I held him dwon. I for good measure headbutted him to knock him out so he couldn't fight anymore. Demongo fainted with a raspy gasp. Huh anyone else would've thought he was dead, but I knew better.

"Blood pressure dropping!" Mordin cried, holding off the sea of panic as he flustered to try and save Demongo's unlife.

We were all there, gathered around the couch, the lights were dim and the air had a sour stench to it. The stench of a dying vagina. Fluffernutter cried into Bloppy Pants' shoulder, he held her close to comfort. Mordin sponged sweat off his brow. Jackie nutted inside Sunset. Then... the candles in the great hall extinguished, as Demongo died of his injuries.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Mordin screamed into the cold air, so cold he could see his breath, Demongo's spirit had left his body and stepped into the next life. Into the next awaiting womb, to be reborn in this world or another. A world that would hopefully be happier than the one he left behind.