AN: Yes, I know it's been a while.
No, I do not truly have an excuse.
However, I do have a rather large backlog of stuff to upload! There's several new stories and one more more thread of this story. And, after that, I'm half way through the next thread, meaning the wait won't be too terribly long!
You frown. That's no way to live… As she is, she only can feel pain. "And yet she has since your Grandmother's time… Still, it's not so much inability to feel as… a severe muting. Given the right motivation, she just might feel more." ...Just what happened back then? "That is not for me to say. I suggest asking Flowey, though others similar to her would know." She shivers just a bit. "Do not seek them. You don't want to; trust me on that, if nothing else."
She continues on towards your destination, and as you are carried, you wonder why Flowey has yet to call back. "I'm afraid that she's too embarrassed to speak to you. She'll likely come out again before you go, however. She tends to have her ways about, I've heard."
She clears her throat. "From her, of course... But, as you can imagine, not from the horse's mouth." ...That was really rude, calling her a horse. "N-no, that's not what I…" I mean, if anything, she's a horse's genitals. "I mean- Wait, what?" Well, flowers are kind of giant genitals, sorta-kinda, right? "Well, I suppose…" And so, Flowey is a giant pair of genitals.
Satori isn't sure how to reply to that.
So she simply doesn't.
...Did you just make a mind reader not want to read your mind? "Only the mental image." Score!
She chuckles a bit. "Such an easily entertained girl." A small smile graces her lips as you pout. "It's not a bad thing, really. It's just amusing is all, how easily you find amusement"
You decide to take that as a compliment!
Before long, you find yourself heading down a hall that ends in…
Are those spotted mushrooms?
The one to the left is empty, the one in the middle has a small bag of money, so sayeth your eyes, and the one on the right has what seems to be a 10 gold coin on it, from a glance.
There is a sign on the far wall explaining the puzzle, with a receipt tacked to it.
SPOT THE DIFFERENCE
Burger 10
Yakitori 15
Yakitori 15
Drink 25
Tax 15%
"Tax is rounded to the nearest coin."
Finally being let down, you smile up at your mother. "Thanks."
Chuckling, she replies, "I did say I would when I was certain you were… emotionally stable, shall we say." Emotionally stable? "Well, yes; you humans have an odd habit of balling up and crying when hope is lost."
You huff. "Then I'll just have to be the very best, that no one ever was…"
Satori chuckles. "Your tastes in things from the past never cease to amuse."
Walking up to the puzzle, you reach for the wallet- "No." ...Then emptying it's not right...
...You instead try to take ten from the walle- "No." You sigh.
You simply pick up the coin, which causes the mushroom to lengthen, the one on the left going down an inch. Like one of those old scales, huh?
You hear the grinding of stone as the wall slides open. Huh. "Good job, little bunny." Satori looks quite pleased, and so starts scratching behind your earohhhhthatfeelsnice.
Satori chuckles as you melt into her scratching, careful not to harm with her claws. "I suppose it works on humans as well, then. I shall have to keep you, in that case." She has a rather large smile as she scratches away, making you moan softly.
OhhyesssHer wordsmmMM fill you with D-determinaaaaAAtion.
Save?
Satori chuckles. "Always so easy to keep you motivated…" She sighs. "You really are her child, aren't you?" Her smiling wilts a bit, something obviously on her mind. Shaking her head, she continues, "Still, shall we continue?"
You smile up at her. "Sure, Mom." Your words tug at her cheeks, putting the smile back where it should be.
This thought earns a second chuckle as you begin to head down the next passage, her large hand rubbing your head, reinforcing your own.
As you two head down the dim stone corridor, you find your brow twitching, while Satori seems especially amused. Before you can speak, she says, "This is the last one, little bunny."
On the left wall, you see a sign. The door is deadly, retreat.
On the right wall, you see a sign. The door is safe, turn back.
Painted in totally not blood on the far wall, overlapping the only door in the room, you see, The door is unlocked, proceed.
...Well, now, this sure feels like a test you don't want to fail...
You look in fear to the sound of the growling monster not far behind y- Ohh, it's just Mom.
Note to self: she snores like an angry bear.
"Uhh… Mom?" No response. You head over to her, a bit unsettled by how that odd eye of hers is watching you regardless of her snores. When you poke her belly, you realize too late as it coils around you with its odd strings.
You blink as the eye levels with your own, smiling in the way only an eye can. It's like looking at Satori's eyes as she smiles, if she had no mouth and only one eye.
You know, that's a horrifying mental image, which, due to the flinch, you think the eye agrees with you on. You smile a bit as you realize just how strong her heart beat is. With every beat, as close as you are, you see the eye's squishy-looking shiny red body twitch a little. With every twitch, the strings throb just a bit. Not as if anything is wrong, but it's almost as if… "Is that a heart…?" The eye ball thing nods. ...Wait… "Mom?" Again it nods.
Well, at least tentacle stuff isn't about to happe- Oww!
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...Did she just swat your rear? ...Okay, you have to admit, maybe that crossed a line. "Sorry, Mom."
The coils unravel, and you find her yawning a bit. "Goodness, what am I to do with you, little bunny?" You blush just a bit, earning a sigh. "Well, so long as you understand your error. If you wish me to be your mother, you must stick to that decision."
Nodding, you look back to the puzzle, taking a step.
You look to Mom. She twiddles her fingers at you with a fond smile.
You take another step, before looking back to Mom again. She raises a brow, looking amused yet pleased by your caution.
Another step, and you look again. She's shaking with light amusement.
Another step, then you look. She's picking you back up, and placing you in front of the door. "Now, now, just solve the puzzle. I would rather this not taken several hundred words of just stepping."
You gingerly touch the shiny metal of the handle with a feather touch, which tightens as your fingers wrap around it in full. Gulping, you pull open the door, being sure to stay behind it.
Nothing happens. There is no glue on the handle, it's not searing into your hand, and you are most certainly not being eaten away by a thousand angry ants. You feel whole. You feel intact. Nothing happened.
There too was no great fall of a guillotine, nor was there a crash of a great weight. You peek around the door, finding nothing untowards. Nothing hidden in the frame, there's a handle on the other side, the floor out there has no hinge or weight plate, the ceiling above is without any indication of any hinge, lip or anything that might hide a trap. To the sides there are no holes for darts, no slots for blades, and no hidden doors.
You swallow. Do you proceed, or…?
You look back to Satori, her expression neutral and probing. Probably.
You look back to the door.
Back to Satori, whose smile has returned. She nods. "The door knows best, now doesn't it?"
...Dammit, why didn't you think of tha- "Ohh, that's not the answer, truly. Just a joke. The answer was that, sometimes, pattern recognition can trip you up when that pattern says to ignore the answer right before your eyes." She chuckles at your embarrassment. "Furthermore, that, sometimes…" She sighs. "...sometimes the most ghastly things are nicer than they seem."
You pause, before looking to Satori's melancholy expression. "...Mom, you know that I trust you."
Her cheeks tug back up. "And that is what this final test was to prove. If you can trust even the least trustworthy-looking of sources." Like fake bloo- "Ohh, it's real blood. It just happens to be bird blood mixed with this and that to preserve it longer and kill germs."
You feel just a bit queasy at the thought. Shaking your head, you ask, "Then it's as trustworthy as I thought."
The nod is all you need. You open the door the rest of the way, motioning Satori to head through. "Ohh? How gentlemanly." She chuckles at the sour face you gave her. "My apologies, little bunny. You just do have certain masculine traits." She heads through, while you soon follow. The two of you head on. "In the end, that puzzle is a trap for those that trust patterns too heavily. You can rely on a pattern, yes, but if it seems right to break it, why keep following regardless? If you are blindly following what you think others think is right, not what you think is right, are you doing what is right in your heart? Are you doing the right thing, as it were?"
Well, that was surprisingly deep for a puzzle.
You stop at an intersection, tapping your chin, only to be aimed to the left as opposed to the straight away. As you two head on, you pass a tree, before coming to, well…
That's a big house.
"Well, some have called it The Palace of the Earth Spirits, though I cannot claim it functions even remotely true to name." So it's not haunted? "No." You earned a chuckle. "Do not be too long, alright?" She heads in ahead of you.
The palace looming over you, casting a long shadow fills you with Determination!
Save?
Determination Restored!
For a time, you mull over whether or not you want to give your mother a heart attack. While skipping puzzles might be nice, falling two or three stories might be a little bit less nice.
But only a little.
And, with that in mind, you head through the great doors, which were obviously made for people who are even taller than mom. Ignoring how concerning that might be, you look around, finding the highly tasteful decor of black and white checkered floors with marble walls. Fancy!
The combination is kind of odd, but then, you imagine that she wasn't the original owner, if your huge jumps to conclusions have enough bearing in reality and/or truth. If that's the case, then maybe she didn't want to destroy this…
You look closely at the marble walls.
...Well, that's pretty freaking old. Like, really old. Yeah, keep the ancient marble. Not worth sacrificing a relic for something like fashionable decor.
Sparing the ground a glace, you find it to be more recent. Couldn't be a day over 200 years old!
Shaking your head, you look left, right and forward. Three halls, each rather identical. Looking down, you thankfully find no place to keep your shoes. Mind you, you do note that Satori doesn't actually wear shoes. Still, the floors are tile, so keeping your shoes on is hardly as bad as if they were, say, tatami. You note that you smell something wafting from the left. Pie, maybe? Well, Satori did say she was baking one, right?
Seems like a good direction to start, at the least. It'd be rude to head any other way. Just ignoring where she likely is, and sealing her fate. Day in, day out, nothing but baking, awaiting your return. Days, weeks, months, years pa-
Ring ring ring
You answer. "Hello-"
Your mother's voice answers you. "Renko, please stop being so melodramatic. If you wanted me to call, you know my number." She sighs. "...Still, I see that you don't quite understand the test I was giving you."
"No, not really…" You rub the back of your head as you follow your nose. It's not as good as your eyes, but your eyes are kinda getting silly, so that's not even remotely a fair comparison.
She chuckles. "Yes, you've inherited your Grandmother's power it seems. Your mother was skipped, and yours may seem less useful than-"
"Wait, Grandma has special eyes?"
"No, no, telekinesis." ...Well, Grandma just got way cooler than you. "I assure you, your admiration is misplaced. Your power is…" She pauses a moment. "...flexible, if somewhat odd. Hers was mostly useful offensively, but yours is more passive." Aww. "Now, now, with practice it's anyone's guess what your power may lead to." Hopefully you don't start bisecting people. "It's entirely possible."
Note to self: don't give anyone the stink eye.
She chuckles, sounding amused. "Wise enough." She starts reminding you of a teacher, and by that you mean all joy gets sucked out of her voice. "Now, back on topic… Tell me, in your own words, what I've been teaching with these puzzles." Words, or… "Thoughts will do, but words will let you think more as opposed to being a spitfire of less certainty."
You begin walking in silence as you think. After you've collected your thoughts, you reply, "Well… I guess you did say that patterns are bad."
"Not necessarily. It's assuming that they are always right is bad. For instance, not all monsters will be as kind as I, though they may look prettier. Conversely, some may be more grotesque, though they may be kinder." Kinder that you? Impossible! "W-well, thank you, I suppose…?" She sighs, before continuing, "The most monstrously monstrous monsters, and the fairest in form and action also exist. The lesson I was trying to teach was that, if you have three sources of advice, you must decide which to trust when they all aren't in agreement. The blood was meant to continue the pattern, while also invoke a feeling of unease in its appearance."
She sounds like she's smiling. "In the end, you made the right choice, trusting what seemed the most reasonable, and I commend you for that, but you did not truly choose it with that lesson properly learned." She sighs. "There exist many creatures in Gensoukyou that will try to mislead you, and many more that will try to help you. Many will aim for your life, and many will aim for something far more precious." My hat?! "Well, maybe, but I meant your-" Those bastards! "Now, now. Settle down."
Chuckling, she continues, "Honestly… you are something not often found in humanity. Neither of your ancestors saw me for what I am, their minds rejecting the monster before them, and instead seeing a pretty young thing in my place." She sighs, before continuing, "They were frightened at the jarring shift when I took to the form you see, so as to combat them. To defend myself when they truly wished me harm…" She sighs. "And they succeeded. They mortally wounded me, killing me."
You peek into the kitchen. "...You got better though, right…? Like Cirno…?" More of the same tile, semi-modern appliances, and your snuggly giant of a mother.
She peers over her shoulder at you, a complex emotion on her face. "I did not. None of us did; not even Cirno. We all died, one by one, at the hands of them both. In the case of your grandmother, many times over."
You frown. "Then how are you alive…?"
She sighs. "They were Determined to undo their mistake. So Determined that they turned back time. Your Grandmother… she saved us from this place once. Freed us, taking us to the Outside." Her face twists into a look you've yet to see to this degree, at least not on her face; anger, hot an barely contained. "But her willful mistake had far reaching repercussions that led to her massacring us all, so close to our long wanted freedom..." Her eyes look to your chest. "But, sometimes, Determination can create a monster. She was Determined to fix things. To undo her mistake. But, every time she fixed something, something else broke. Someone else died. Some other mistake was made."
She closes her eyes, looking sorrowful. "She never did manage to get that perfect happy ending again. Not for lack of success, but for lack of lasting success, as a certain tormentor wasn't willing to allow a happy ending."
She lets out a long, drawn out sigh. "So she-"
"Uhh, Mom, the pie…"
She starts a slight bit, before quickly opening up the oven, her hands glowing slightly as she winces at its slight burnt smell, doing so with her bear hands. She rolls her eyes at that pun as her cheeks tug up just a bit, placing it on the counter to cool. "Thank you, little bunny." She sighs. "I suppose I do tend to get a bit carried away when the subject shifts to her." Looking to the slightly darkened pie, she sighs. "It seems it wasn't meant to be."
You eye the pie as it cools on the counter. Such a nice scent… You give it a small smile.
Sadly it doesn't seem to agree with you, or so you imagine, going by the look on its face.
Which isn't a face.
And has nothing to emote with.
And hasn't moved one bit.
Satori chuckles. "Ohh? You think this pie is pretty, even as it is?"
You nod. "It's not on the outside that counts, after all."
Satori's face goes from zero to smiling in the time it took you to think up this. "It seems you truly do understand the lesson I taught." Yes; hit on everything nice, no matter what it looks like! "...Well, that's not not the lesson, I suppose."
Looking back to the pie, you say the first thing that comes to mind. "I like your crust." ...Wait, the crust is generally the least enjoyable part. "Wait, uhh… I mean, I, uhh… I like your filling!" ...No, no, that's like saying they have a nice chest! "Wait, wait, I didn't mean that! I meant that your blackened areas look fine!" Wait, that's like a burn scar! "I, uhh… Err… ...I'm just going to be quiet now." You're as red as Mom's heart thing, now.
The pie seems pretty cool.
Satori nods. "I suppose it is, isn't it? See? I told you that your eyes are useful." She chuckles, getting out a knife I want that knife… So shiny… So sharp… You wince as she begins to cut into your potential love interest.
Satori looks to you oddly as she sets down two slices of pie on the counter. "Eat as much as you like, little bunny."
Ohh! All the pie we can eat? How wonderful! She gets to live, if only for now.
You grin at her words, picking up the smaller slice, putting an equally small smile on Satori's face. "Thank you, little bunny."
You sit across from Satori at the somewhat small table. It's Western styled, so your knees needn't fear an extended meal. You smile down at your pie, trying to put the fear in it.
Satori looks at you carefully. "While I shouldn't complain about you getting that out of your system with the pie, do be careful, little bunny."
You nod, stabbing your fork into it. You aren't the best with forks, but it's a point of pride that you have at least small skill in many things.
Chuckling, Satori says, "Save multitasking involving the phone." You sigh. "Or rebuilding dolls." You droops at her words, sighing. Eyeing you, she replies, "I'm sure, wherever she is, she does not blame you."
You nod, taking your first bite of your slice.
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Satori smiles, happy at the warm feeling in your heart. "Ohh, this is to die for…" Ehh, I'd rather kill for it. "So, uhh… Mom, why are you so mad at Grandma?"
Satori takes a big bite of her slice, letting out a sigh for what you imagine to be multiple reasons. "It isn't so much that I hate her… If I had to say, it's more… disappointment." She sighs again, looking downcast as she takes another large bite. "I'm sad that she made that choice. Sad that she left on such a sour note, making a bad situation worse. She stopped caring about helping us, and became more concerned with escaping the underground without killing anyone…" Shaking her head, she adds, "And yet, still did she kill one, while also dooming the very person she came here to rescue. I suppose I can't fault her for that part; she was quite depressed by the end, but even so... She was stubborn. ...Perhaps it was that stubbornness that broke her Determination."
She takes one last bite of the pie, before eating the crust and licking her claws clean. "So no, I don't hate her, I just am disappointed in her choices."
You look down at the pie, eyes slightly lidded. You graze your fork over its sticky, gooey filling.
You like to think that silence is how a pie moans.
Looking to your fork, for place it down, earning an amused chuckle from Satori. you gently pick up the slice, it pushed gently against your lips. "Ahh, mein Sherry."
Satori giggles, letting you know you said that wrong. But you don't care as your tongue pokes out, caressing the underside of to pie. It's a tight fit, but you barely manage, your cheeks flushed from overwhelming deliciousness and absolutely nothing else. You try to put it all the way in, but sadly your gag reflex gets in the way. You pull it out just a bit, tears in your eye as you bite off the tip.
You get the strangest feeling someone screamed just now, but you are just going to ignore it in favor of this dirty little pie, all creamed up and dusted with cinnamon. If it wasn't asking for this, it wouldn't have dressed so naughtily.
You may have issues, but you ignore them for now.
Your jaw slowly but surely opens and closes, slowly pounding the bite into mush on a scales so small that pounding may actually be a misnomer. Licking your gooey lips clean, you slowly tilt your head back and swallow as slowly as possible. You nearly choke on it as such, but thankfully your Determination saves you.
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Satori chuckles. "Perhaps you should eat a tad faster? You decide that swallowing should be done faster next time. "Indeed."
The next time it enters your mouth, it's an even tighter fit. Your lips can't quite wrap around it properly from the front, so you go diagonally, taking its corner a far smaller ways into your waiting mouth than the first, far thinner section.
And then you cut it off with your teeth again, and you swear you hear a whimper from somewhere beyond your recognition. It's not the pie, so you press on. Your lips are far messier this time, so you spend a moment longer licking them clean of the sweet, sweet goo.
You gulp the bite down, before smiling at the slice. It seems happy, and think it's giving you a satisfied smile.
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And by that, you mean it hasn't budged a bit.
You begin moving faster now, your tongue caressing the underside of the other corner, which, due to your previous bite, fits far better. You gag gently on its deliciousness, pulling it an inch shy of the back of your throat.
And you bite again. Oddly, this time there is no sound as you carefully chew the bite to mush, showing the bite to the pie before swallowing. "Little bunny, do be sure to keep your mouth shut when you chew." Okay, Mom.
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You take a smaller bite from both corners, chewing carefully and letting it roll down your throat.
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You wrap your lips around the biggest bite yet, which strains your jaw just to fit, making you wince a bit as you slowly work it deeper and deeper. Man, this is a huge one… Can you even take the final one, by the hilt?
You mean crust. Yes, definitely the crust.
You bite the big thing off, chewing and chewing, before the lump of chewed goo and crust slides down your throat.
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You nibble the corners and sides a few times, making it so it just might fit. It's now time for the grand finale, huh?
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Satori seems to be oddly calm about all that is going on. "I did have to deal with your mother and grandmother." Point.
You nervously eye the thickest, and final, bite of your slice. You try to push it past your lips, but it just wont fit.
No.
You will succeed.
You've come too far to fail now!
Your determination fills you with Determination! It's like an infinite fuel source!
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You strain your jaw, wincing as your cheeks hurt, pushing this bad boy all the way in. You gag a little at first, but then that stops.
Because you're now choking instead.
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Sighing, Satori pats your back here and there and- Ohh, it went down. "There are advantages to knowing what the other experiences." She chuckles. "Perhaps you shouldn't try deepthroating semi-solid "love interests" in the future, hmm? Stick to solids, if anything."
You nod, a little embarrassed. ...Maybe eating slowly isn't as bad as I thought.
You also want more. Damn right you do.
Satori chuckles again. "I did say have as much as you like, little bunny. If you need help cutting it, though, don't hesitate to consider asking." She smiles sweetly, or you think it's a sweet smile; though it's not the prettiest, somehow it seems beautiful in its own way. Maybe it's the emotions in it, as you can see how happy she is, going by the eyes. Blushing, Satori comments, "While it's sweet of you to consider that to such a degree, don't you have your, erm… 'potential love interest' to eat?" After a moment, she adds, "Also, I suppose this is another advantage of your eyes, isn't it?" She chuckles as you head over to get more pie.
Make it a big slice or we're going to be handling knives a bit more than expected… ...You're honestly not sure if that was a threat or not. It's not a , goo- It's a guarantee. ...Yeah, you still have no idea if it is or not. You know, if you just said it without all the possible threats, this wouldn't have taken so long.
Satori comments, "She does enjoy ominous double meanings, though she likely meant that you would then have to cut a third slice." She has the ghost of a melancholy smile on her face, before she shakes her head.
You eye her suspiciously as you start cutting- Bigger. You cut the slice a bit wider, amounting to grabbing a sixth of the pie. How are you going to even eat this…?
Satori smiles a bit. "With great Determination." After a moment, she adds. "And with considerably less choking, hopefully."
...Heh. You know, usually people have to laugh in excess to creep you out. You aren't sure if it's good or bad that it only took a small one to make you so on edge. You've got balls, kid. Wait, I'm not a- Just don't make me cut them off. I'm wearing a freaking- Wait, what? Now, how about some pie?
You sigh. You get the strangest feeling that she either doesn't notice or doesn't care.
Getting on with it, you heft up the pie.
...Seriously, how will this even fit...?
Sighing, you place it between your lips, wiggling it till it's as far as it can reach, your tongue assisting in pushing it deeper, if only a bit.
You take a bite, chewing slowly, savoring the taste, before finally it slides down your throat.
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You bite again.
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And again.
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Slowly enjoying.
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Gradually working it down your gullet.
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You pace yourself to the best of your ability.
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Your Determination pulls you along.
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Every bite is a struggle.
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Every bite.
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But you persevere.
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You look down at the slice. Only a third left, but… can you push through? You've never felt healthier. It's going to take great Determination…
Are you Determined enough to finish this?
You pause, looking at… a random spec of dust on the floo- "That's not her." Damn. You just stare at your chest, as everyone finds it fascinating here. "I suppose that's one way to put it."
You recall the greatest stories of your time, thinking up a dramatic speech.
It has no basis in reality, nor does it come from your experiences, but it feels very dramatic, and so obviously it makes sense. Placing your hand to your heart, you smile. "My Grandma… she told me plenty of stories when I was young. I don't know if any are true, but, if they are, well…"
You clear your throat of the pie filling you've been shoving down it. "Belief… it's really an amazing thing, isn't it? Grandma always said that, if you believed, anything is possible. She spoke of raw Determination and belief being able to make miracles happen and save lives. How it kept her from dying when she was a kid. Simply believing hard enough that she wouldn't die. ...I guess that one was true, huh, going on what I've been doing since yesterday." You chuckle. "She spoke of belief being enough to trouble even the most calm waters; the most twisted of hearts swayed, and the most cruel of monsters forced to consider their actions."
You sigh. "I guess I'll be meeting whoever she spoke of, huh. Even if, from the sound of things, they won't remember these things."
B̵̨e̶̶̢̨͟l̛̀̕į̸̧̨ę̛͘̕f̵̨̢̛ ̴̷͘į̷̢͝ś̴̵͢͠ ̴̴̡̛è̕n̢͟͢͡o̸̧҉ư͟͟͠ģ͢͠͝h̴̢̀͢ ̕͏̕f̸̨̨͟͞o͏̴̧͜r̵͜͢͞ ̴̴͡͠͡a̢̛͘͝ ̵͢҉͠ẃ̶̡̛͡o̢҉̶҉m̡͟͝͠á̸҉̛͟n̢̛,̸̕͝͝ ̷̀͢͟s̸̢ç͝͠o͏̨r̛҉͞n̴̢̛͠e̴͡҉͜d̴̡̧ ҉͢͢b̶̵͞y̵̶̢̨ ̷̵̨̡҉h́͜͞ę̕͠͡r̨͝͞ ̸̶̕͠l͢͡҉o҉̧̡v͏̛e҉̸͢,̡͡ ̸̛̀͘t̕͞͏o̵͟͡ ̨͘͟k̴̢i̛̕͜l҉̵̨ļ̴̛̕͜.͏̀͝ ̛͜҉͡F̢̨̀͜o͡͏̢̛r̸͘҉ ̴̢͠͞t̷̴̢͜h̢͟͠à̸̡t̡͜ ̷̨̢͝k̵̨͞i̴̧ļ̶͟l̷̡͠͞҉e̷̶҉r̸̵̀,̷̧ ̧̧͡͏s͏҉̡c̴̨͜ǫ̨̛r͏̢͢͠͏ń̡͘é̴̶̕͟d͠͏͢ ̨͘͝b̨̕͡ý̵͠ ̀͟ḩ̷̀e̶҉̷͝r̵҉ ̴͜l͏̧o͘͜v̶́é̸,̶͡ ̸̛͜t͏̧ǫ́ ̕n̷̛͘͘ȩ́͢v̴̷́ȩ҉r̵̕͠ ̀͏̀͠e̸͡ņ̕͢͠ḑ̸̸͡ ͜҉͞h̕͘͝e͏̷͜͏҉ŗ̶̢͝ ̡́h͏̨͝͞a͘͡ţ̴̸̡̛ŗ̶̕҉e̸͝d҉̕.̸̶̴́͝ ̴̴̵͝F҉o͟r̡͡͏͏̴ ̴̀͢t͡͏̴h͘a̷̧̕t̶̨͢ ́͞c̨͝r̛͜e̡̧͏͜à͡t͏̷̧͘͏ųr҉́͟è͡,̷̨ ̶͏͡f̡͜͞͠u҉͢ļ̶̛́͘l͝ ̨̢ò̷̵f̸͢͢ ̴̨̀͡h̸̨͟͟͟a̡͝t̢̛̀͞͠ŕ̡̛e̡͘͞ḑ̛͡,̡́͘͝ ̶̷̵̀t̷̛̀͝͠ơ̴̢̕ ̷҉̧͢m̷̢͝͝a̸͢͝k̴̡͝è҉̸ ̴̨͠҉͠o͠͡t̵͏҉̶͠h̶͜e̸͘͜͠͝r҉͜͜͞s͞҉̢̨ ̵̷h̸̡a̴̶͡t̷͡e̸ ̴̶̡͝j̸͏̵̢u̸̴̢s̀҉͠҉͜t̨̕ ̨à̵̶͜͠ś̸̛ ̧̨̧͘͟m͘͘͜͡ú͞ç̵͜͟h̢͠.͘͡ ̛͢͝F̨̕͘͝o͘͘͝ŕ͟͢҉ ͏̷͏̧́t̀͢͡h̨͜a̸̧͢t̴̨̧͝҉ ͜͞͝m̴̷͠͠ǫ̸̢́n͘͠ś̵͘t̵̷҉̛͝e҉͝͝r͞͏,̢͘̕͡ ̶́͢f̢̀͢͡e̷̡̨e̶̷͢͠͝ļ͜͡i̷͘n̴̢͘͟g̴̕͞͞ ͜͏p̡͡i҉̴̧t̴̢́̕y̕͞,͝ ̶̵̢͜t̡̛o͞҉ ̧b͘͡҉̷͘ȩ͝͠ ̴̧͟͏d̛̛͝e҉̀͘c̢̧͞è̕҉i̶͏͝v̴̧̨̧͟e̴҉̨͟d̸̨̀.̴̧̡͝.̷̧.͏̧͜͞͏
Belief is enough to make a banished people believe that Love will solve all problems. Belief… Heh… Belief is enough to make monsters out of the most innocent. For the dead to never rest, and the living to never die.
Satori sighs. "Belief dictates whose life has more value. Belief can cause a monster far worse than any monster to sell something precious to a creature yet worse."
...You know, you think you upset some people with that.
You frown at the looks you're getting. You only see one and a half people, but you can hear three. You look down, sighing. "I guess you're right... Belief can be more than a tool; it can be a weapon. And, any weapon, even used properly, can cause horrible damage." You look up. "But, you know… I won't say don't be afraid of it, but… I don't expect the end of all this to be happy as I'd like, but I believe it's possible to have a better future."
Silence meets your little declaration, causing you to fidget.
"But, uhh… I'm just a kid, so what do I know…?"
You awkwardly get back to eating the remains of your fallen love interest.
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As you cram your mouth and/or throat, Satori adds, "...Perhaps there is hope yet. That Determination of yours just might make your dreams and beliefs possible. Should you never falter, perhaps we can have a happier ending this time… ...Or, should it only falter slightly, perhaps a happier ending can be had another time." She sighs. "Determination can make anything possible, with enough."
You smile at her words as you take another heaping, suggesting bite, your tongue sliding across your teeth, cleaning them of the sticky butterscotch.
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Kid, you don't stand a chance. If you falter even once, I'm killing them all, just like every other time.[spoiler] You hear a twisted laugh. [spoiler]But still, if you entertain me enough, maybe I'll be nice... Getting tired of your boring family.
You resist the bubbling seed of doubt planted in you in favor of pie. Pie will never betray you.
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D́o̢͟͡ń̶̶̛'̢̀͡t̸̴̡̕͠ ͜͜b̸̵̢̕͢e͟͟͞ ҉͘͘͞à̡̕͟ ͏̡̧̛͟m҉͏̢ǫ̵̴͘n̴̢͢͞s̷͘͜t̡́͟͝e͘҉̕̕ŕ͟.̷͟.̷.͞͡͝
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The pie looks up at you with an encouraging smile. You shake your head, and it's just pie again, which you take the last bite out of, ignoring the implications of seeing things completely.
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You kinda feel a bit pooped after that.
Satori chuckles. "Little bunny, I would suggest you look over that stick of yours. I will be helpful in a lesson I wish to teach you."
You look to your skirt and rummage, quickly finding the stick in your rear pocket. Looking it over, you find something odd about it.
You give it a more intense glance, and see what you missed.
Frozen Stick 0D/0MD/1A/10MA
Seems that you found the stick that was rammed up Cirno's rear.
A thoughtful hum emanates from Satori, causing you to look to her. "While it's origin is more savory, it's no less accurate." Shaking her head, she adds, "Though, in truth, it's a wand. It is a stick by form only." ...Does that mean… "Indeed. I wish to teach you a thing or two about something that will make you life easier, with that ankle." ...But your ankle feels fine, now. "Sadly, you are stuck with it for now." ...But you aren't. "That is something you must figure out with time and experience. For now, try using the wand on me. ...Ohh, don't look at me like that; I will be fine."
You don't like this…
"Uhh…" You tap your lip, thinking. Magical pretty ice? No, that's dumb. Pockets, to me! ...No, they already are to you. Ice cream scream beam? No, then you'd be hitting the rhyme. You raise the wand, hesitantly shouting, "By the powers that be, I will smite you…?"
Your transformation sequence is as gratuitous as it is cold.
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Satori looks amused. "You realize you just encased yourself in a block of ice, correct?"
You look down, trying to cover yourself as you wiggle around the wand. Apparently you didn't just imagine that sexy transformation sequence, though your new 'clothes' are translucent at best! Ignoring the fact that ice makes terrible clothing.
Sighing, Satori blasts you with hot air until you are just a pile of shivers and near nudity. "Now, please avoid using elemental magic to dress. Were it fire, well… there wouldn't be anything in particular to be seen by that 'cute pie', now would there?"
You raise the wand as your teeth chatter, unable to effectively cover your shame. "P-pockets, to me..."
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Aaaaand you're dressed again. ...They seem to have been steamed clean, so at least that wasn't a complete waste. The dry blood was getting kind of itchy and crusty, to be frank. Although, you're confused why a frozen stick did as such.
You also feel vaguely drained.
"Yes, magic does tend to be draining for humans and young monsters, ignoring natural abilities." Ohh. Well, that sucks. "The better one gets, the smaller the drain, however. With time, one can even begin to use magic without a…" She eyes the icy stick. "...focus, and instead by memory alone." She sighs. "Still, you yet need to attack me."
Gulping, you raise your stick, and you shout, "Diamond Dust!"
...Nothing happens, thankfully. There's no summon in sight doing awesome, icy, half naked things.
Satori sighs. "You have to truly apply yourself to the task. If you are unwilling to hurt me, I will be unhurt." ...Wait, does that mean you can summon spirits…? "Well, I would imagine that the nearest summonable winter spirit is Cirno, so that would be… extremely unwise.
Gulping, your wand trembles. You focus the… well, focus, and suddenly it shifts its form, turning into an odd card. Pictured on the back are magical words, going on the distinctly magical appearance. They undulate and shift, the colors delivering more senses than simple sight. Satori chimes in, "The card form is a useful way to use stronger magic easier, but it takes time to recharge, and you will not learn from it all that easily." It's as if your eyes taste and hear them. You feel them echoing within you as you smell snow.
But what do they taste and hear?
...Okay, why does this thing smell so weird? It's like someone dumped random things on shaved ice. If you had to guess, it smell like a bunch of mashed strawberries covered in cinnamon, salt and… err… why does it smell like…?
Note to self: do not lick the ice.
You shake your head. "Uhh… maybe something ice-based…?"
The words upon the back warp, twist and churn. Before long, they are but a nam- ...Ohh, god dammit.
Umm Sign: Maybe Something Ice-based
Satori chuckles at your expense, earning her a pout. "I was just curious what you might do, little bunny. If you like, perhaps I can teach you to remake it." Ohh, thank goodne- "After you use it on me."
You sigh. You should have seen that coming. Flipping the card over, you gaze upon it.
Thinking fast, you focus your anger upon the nearest thing you can actually manage to drum it up on. You bring the crushing weight of your dislike of the architecture to bear!
"Err… Umm Sign: Maybe Something Ice-based!" You strain as you feel your Determination wane.
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Before Satori can even hope to stop you, her beautiful wall is demolished. ...Sadly not the one you aimed at, as the ice kind of veered to the sides, taking out considerably more wall than you intended.
If, of course, you intended to take out any amount of wall.
You didn't, sadly.
Meanwhile, Satori is sighing, her palm- ...paw? ...pawlm resting firmly on her face.
She can't help the chuckle at your terrible name for her hands, cheering her up just a tad.
The icy card loses the inner aurora of… well, aurora. However, it seems somehow more solid, all the same.
You look down at your chest, finding it as plump with hopes, dreams, lies and wishful thinking as ever.
Which, sadly, means flat.
You… try to to tug it free!
It doesn't work. It does hurt, however.
Okay, that's a no-go. Maybe if you just stop letting it engulf your hand in its mass losing your hand to the gaping maw of cleavage being unable to stand due to the sheer size of your- Okay, quit that depression talk. The rooms already ripe with it, and I want you to be nothing but a bucket full of sunshine. Well, that doesn't sound so bad. You have to smile while you work, after all… True.
Letting go of your chest, you instead… Where is that, uhh… _ or whatever her name is. How do you even pronounce that? Well, you start with a _ and then you add a _. Well, that's reasonable enough.
As something fills your grasp, you look to Satori. "Uhh… Mom?" Her hand continues to slide down her face. "Mom, is everything alright…? If that had hit you…"
Sighing, she shakes her head. "Yes, little bunny. Everything is quite fine." It doesn't feel fi- "It's quite fine." But that would have- "I would have survived." But the wall- "Is less durable than I." I love y- "Thank you." Now she's cracking a bit of a smile. Sighing, she admits, "While I suppose it could be said that I am depressed, I have no intention of 'ending our short time together in tragedy,' as you put it." ...I don't want to lose you, too… "I know, Little bunny." She sighs, patting your head with her handpawthings. "I prefer hand or paw." She chuckles. "'Things' comes off as rude."
You spare Satori!
You smiles up at Satori as she smiles back dow-
Or perhaps it is she that spares you...
She runs her hand through on your knife, her sticky life fluids running onto your hand, her hand firmly engulfing your own in its warmth. Your eyes widen like dinner plates as you begin to tremble. "M-mo-"
"Unless you intend to use it, never draw a weapon."
You stare at the point in which her hand was squewered, the white-pink fur stained far more red than it has any right to be. "Are you going to b-"
"Yes, little bunny. However, I believe it's time that you sleep." She smiles down at you, same as ever.
You take comfort in that smile, though you feel yourself fading fast.
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Your hand is firmly grasped, stuck fast in an iron vice of the softest silk. The grip is tight, not to mention impossibly sturdy, but not painful. No, not painful in the least. You hug her, smiling.
She picks you up like a baby, cradling you gently.
She never releases your hand, however. She never lets your knife hand free of her grasp as you begin to slip away, your vision darkening.
"Mom… will I dream…?"
You recieve a nod, an amused smile playing across her lips as she eyes the knife. "Yes, little bunny. Of that, I am sure." You take comfort in tha- "Whether they be good or bad, though, is a different story."
...You know, you'd rather she not have added that.
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Your Determination has run dry.
You feel yourself slipping into darkness.
Your eyes feel like they have dumbbells hanging from them, and you can't help as they shut.
You can't resist her power. Your mother's order had a certain…
absoluteness to it…
It was as if you had made her angry.
The tone of voice was so…
Serious…
Ahh! Ohh, you nearly drifted off there…
If only you could decide what you wanted...
You feel like you want to be determined to do… something.
But what? Maybe if you knew exactly what you wanted to do, you could do this…
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You close your eyes. Not out of fatigue. No, it's something else.
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Something burning in your chest. You feel your drive. Your Determination. You feel it, and recognize it.
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You feel yourself fading fast, and yet… you can't give up. Why? Why not? You're not the type of kid that overthinks things. You're the type of kid who does things because you can. And because you can…
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You must.
Satori frowns at your choice, her grip tightening painfully on your knife hand, the knife still poking out the other side.
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You wince as she crushes your hand just a bit in her vice-like grip. You have to admit, that arbitrary stat is pretty true; she is as strong as she looks.
...Ignoring that she exploded Cirno with a punch or whatever.
Which, honestly, was extremely satisfying to watch. Damn straight.
"So, not letting go, ehh, mom?" You grin from ear to ear.
"No, I've no interest in yet another death." She frowns, though looks unwilling to do more.
Before your other hand can run itself through on the blade as well, her remaining hand cluches it. "No."
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"Heh… You never did have balls, did you Satori? Well, not like it'd matter; I'd have cut them off anyways. Still, you have every chance in the world to save yourself,and yet still you cling to some shred of hope that she'll stop me. That she'll fight me." You begin laughing as you throw your head back. "Don't you get it? She can't fight me. I own her, just like her mother…" Satori looks troubled by her words.
"Your hopes, your dreams… they'll be for naught. She'll fall, just as her mother before her. And her mother before her. And when she does- You cackle as you… hug her.
...Without arms.
...And without killing.
Which amounts to chest bumping. You feel an odd satisfaction at how small her chest is. You also feel inadequate next to it, however, tearing up a bit.
Satori looks quite shocked, though she's soon smiling. "I believe her Determination outweighs your own, _."
"What?! No, that's impossible! She has freaking one Determination left!
"And yet here we are." Satori smirks a bit.
How do you apply a number to emotions…?
"...Maybe she'll win now… But later? Ohh, later we'll go on a long walk along the shore of the lake…" You blink rapidly. "What the- No, I mean that we'll share pasta and sooner or later- Like Hell we will! I'm going to make ou- Dammit! I'm going to push you down and ram my knife in hard and fast!" _ smirks at finally getting a threat out.
Satori blushes a bit. "...You may want to rephrase that."
...Are you fighting me with your sex drive? Maaaaaaybe? ...Of all the things that could be passed on, why is it always freaking that?
Satori sighs. "Yes, I have wondered the same thing. It feels as if it gets stronger with every generation, too. I thought that Frisk's was the upper limit, and yet here we are..."
...You'll take that as a compliment.
You feel your conscious mind stop slipping away!
You bury your face in mom's neck. If you were a vampire, that would be a bad thing. Thankfully you're just a cuddle bug.
Either the bad joke or the action itself earns a chuckle from your new mother as you nuzzle away. "You're incorrigible, considering such things, yet still calling me that…"
You lean back, smiling. "You're okay… I was so scared..."
The fluffy woman smiles warmly. "You truly do care about this old woman…" She sighs, pulling you into a hug. It's rather awkward, as she's still impaled, while also still securing your other wrist as well. This, in turn, makes your arms kind of hurt, as, due to the motion of a hug, she just dislocated your arms behind your back.
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Satori jumps a bit at your cry of pain, fretting as she does. "Ohh dear, I'm sorry, little bunny!"
You force a smile as you lean in ohhgodyourarmsareinaworsepositionnow and kiss her cheek. It was but an instant, and yet so nice butholycrapdidithurtohhgodwhy.
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It also makes you sneeze, the way it tickled your nose.
Satori blushes with a sigh. "You realize you're just making your injuries worse I hope…" She releases your hand, and the knife falls from your limp noodle of an arm, sliding out of her hand from its weight.
Th̶er̸e ̴iś ̛n̛ó ̴cl̡a͡t̨t͠e̴r ͠o̕f͠ it̸s̵ ͢lańding̴.͡
Satori wipes cleans your snot from her fur with a handkerchief. "Goodness, what am I to do with you…" Sighing, she refolds the cloth and tucks it in her loose, frilly sleeve. "I hope you realize you're in no shape to continue." She begins carrying you off again. "I suppose we'll see about renaming the spellcard in the morning."
Her words wound you!
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Your Determination is broken, and with it, so is your confidence!
You whimper, tearing up a bit. "S-sorry…"
She blinks, before chuckling. "My, for being able to fight her off, that was rather easy..."
You bury your face in her neck, hiding yourself with a whine.
Satori sighs. "You'll feel better in the morning. For now, sleep."
You find yourself unable to resist this time, and you find yourself drifting… through space?
You're rather uncomfortable as things are, what with the fact that there's apparently air here. You try to swim, but sadly your arms are still wet noodles. Instead, you try kicking your legs, though sadly you begin to spin instead of moving.
You drift past a mansion floating through the void, and notice that it's sitting on a Tron-esque floor. You aren't quite sure what to do, so you just float along-
You wake up with a start. ...Well, that was a weird dream.
Wait, where are you? This isn't your room… It's, well…
...Clean, for starters.
It's also really dusty- Hey, floor pie!
...Wait, why does your ankle hurt again?
You look to the pie, and give it an appreciative look.
You think it blushed at the way you admired her burnt crust. And you have the oddest feeling that she doesn't agree with your assessment of her filling as hot. She says it's actually quite cool, and that she's a little overstuffed. You may or may not have reassured her that there's just more of her to love, followed by promising her that you'll show her how attractive she is momentarily.
A shame what happened to her sisters, but they died doing what they loved. ...Does eating pie count as murder, though? No, it certainly can't! ...Right?
You rummage in your pocket for the card, finding it. It seems far more magical than it did yesterday, in that it it glowing with an inner energy again, just waiting to be unleashed on someone.
...Or everything but that person. Like with mom.
...You'll just call that a one-off fluke. On a totally unrelated note, you begin to turn it back into stick mode!
Sadly, it doesn't seem terribly interested in doing so, but you begin to give it a death glare, and it wisens up.
Umm Sign: Maybe Something Ice-based 0A/5MA/0D/0MD
Targeting: everything but your target, apparently.
Seems suspiciously like a plagiarized version of Cirno's…
...surprisingly effective spellcard that doesn't hit anything in front of it.
You sigh. If only you had let yourself get hit, maybe…
You shake your head. No, what's done is done; there are no do-overs. ...No matter how much you want the cute little centipede back.
Still, Cirno will get what's coming to her, one way or the other. Though you doubt that it will be by your hand. You? Hurt someone? As if.
Still, enough thinking about the murderous entities without. Let's move on to those within!
You think long and hard. Long and… uhh…
You blush, shuddering as you move on!
You give the room a look.
Renko's Room 10A/0MA/100D/999MD
A room made with monsters in mind.
You really hope that wasn't some sort of commentary on your actions. Because obviously you're not some kind of monster; you've not killed anyone!
...Intentionally.
You sigh, hugging your knees. "Sorry, Hourai… Sorry that I failed you…"
After a short time of reflecting on the day before, you get up to go to your tastily mournful love interest for sweet comfort, but find yourself spinning through the air as you jump off the bed.
You wang your head on the wall!
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...Dammit, why does your every thought seem to revolve around...
You blush, not even able to finish that thought.
[x] Throw yourself at the ground.
-[x] And miss - this is the important step.
You scramble to right yourself, eventually finding yourself hanging from a light fixture. You look back, and find the room is upside down!
...Wait, no, just you.
You begin considering your options, but you remember the words of your Grandmother: flying is just throwing yourself at the ground and missing!
You brace your feet against the grou- wall, and launch with all your might towards the ground!
You ping off it, smashing your noggin into the ground.
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You cling to the bed, launch towards the ceiling, and kick off it. You feel kinda like a badass, but you try to ignore that, and instead focus on your brokennoseohhgodithurts.
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You jump off the ground, blood streaming down your freshly cleaned clothes, and kick off the ceiling again!
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And again!
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And again!
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And again.
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And again…
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And again…
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…You have an odd feeling Grandma is full of crap on this one.
You float in place, neither falling nor drifting.
+1 Flight Magic!
[X]Realize that you're flying! Woo!
...Wait, something's not right…
You look to the light fixture bumping the brim of your hat.
Holy crud, you're taller than mom now!
You hear a chuckle from the entrance to the room. "I see you've made a quick recovery, as expected." A smile graces her lips. Holy crap, you are taller! "Well, perhaps in some senses. However, might you like some pie? ...She looks a tad lonely on the ground, you see."
Looking to the pie, you find it to be giving you puppy dog eyes. It's like she's begging, or even pleading, for you to come ram it down your throat like some sort of human snake and possibly choke agai- "No." Aww.
You try to walk over to the pie.
You make no progress.
Why do you make no progress? "Why, I would imagine it's because your legs have stopped working." What?! "Perhaps you should look to them."
You close your eyes.
Satori sighs.
Wiggle your big toe.
"Truly, if you just…"
Wiggle... Wiggle…
Satori sighs. "Your legs are moving, I hope you realize." You blink, before looking to them swing back and forth. Dangling over the ground as you just… float there.
You grin as wide as possible, and suffer a Determination overload!
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Satori looked pleased with you, too! You flip through the air with glee, letting out who knows how many woops and giggles of joy!
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[X]EVERYTHING!
"Holy crap I'm flying and Mom's happy and I have a mom and I beat off a murder ghost and I can see cool stuff and you're okay and my stomach totally consecutively exploded from that pie and it was delicious and I'm still alive and I'm okay and you're okay and you're here and I can talk and you can talk and I didn't kill you and I was awesome at puzzles and that pie satisfied unspeakable evil and that's probably a large part of why you're okay and that's awesome and you're awesome and I learned magic and I blew up fugly walls and I have the best milf ever!" You're starting to go blue in the face. "AndthisisthebesttimeI'veeverhadjustbecause!"
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Satori chuckles as the color slowly returns to your face as you gasp for air, a smile gracing her face. "I'm glad you're, erm… happy for all that." She pauses. "...Wait, milf?"
"I think it means 'Mom I'll Love Forever'!" You pirouette through the air.
Satori raises a brow. "...Right. I prefer the wampa one better."
"But you're the best! I just want to shout if from the heavens"
"Now, now, you don't have to-"
You cup your hands around your mouth and take a deep breath, much to the horror of your mother. "I love my milf!"
Satori is beet red by this point, which, when combined with the fur over her face, creates a rather bright pink. "N-now, now, you needn't-"
"My milf is the best mom ever!"
She looks quite mortified. "Renko, please sto-"
"Satori is the-" You get pie shoved in your face, blinding you.
You hear a sigh around the big ol' pie shoved in your face. "Milf is a sexual term." Her eyes are averted
...Ohh.
You know, I'm fine with social murder, as it makes her suffer, but it's just not as satisfying...
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[X] Take the pie down your throat, like a good girl.
- [X] Swallow, don't spit.
-[X] Blush and run out of the room in the most stereotypical fashion possible
You stretch your jaw to accommodate Satori's big slice, trying to take it in deeper. Satori, all the while, is giving you an incredulous look, a hand on her face yet again. "Little bunny…" You suction the tip clean off the pie, gulping it down, and so you lean in further, biting and sucking down the massive slice. There is an odd satisfaction of Satori's face as your nose mends and the bump on your head unswells. You feel the pain in your ankle reduce to nothing as well. Over all, you feel good. No, good isn't enough to describe it. You feel like a Renko and a half!
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You may or may not have significantly reduced brain damage from turning the floor into a trampoline for the mind as well.
"Little bunny, you realize pie is meant to be eaten with a fork, correct?" ...Is it? "Yes. Yes, it is." But Grandma always had me- "Yes, and your grandmother isn't particularly the best person in the world." ...Then you can be my new role model!
Silence greets you. Her face is reddened, tearful and… afraid?
...Mom? "...I…" She sighs. "I will do my best by you, in that case, little bunny." A small smile graces her lips as she wipes her eyes clean.
You've successfully turned that frown upside down!
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"For starters, what you were doing to that pie is more or less what you humans call a 'blowjob'."
You blink.
You blink twice more.
A fourth blink is added, and your embarrassment is now reaching critical levels.
You begin to flee the room, your arms swinging in the most girly of manners as tears stream down your face. Were this one of the stranger shows you like, you likely would have zero gravity tears and be running in slow motion as various parts of you start shaking far more vigorously than they have any right to. If you had toast, it would be in your mouth, and you would barrel through Flowey to the best of your ability. She would no doubt see your panties, and then the thorny vines wou-
However, with a sigh, Satori hooks a claw in your collar while you run off in slow motion. Thankfully your low speed allows you to not be choked.
"I believe it is time we begin the lessons I have in store for you, little bunny. Listen well, for there will be a quiz at the end." Ohh god no! "Now, is there anything in particular you would like to know before I begin my lesson plan?"
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[X] Yes
-[X] Will this be on the test!?
-[X]Clean your face.
-[X] Can we use calculators?
-[X] Do I need to show my work?
-[X] Where do babies come from?
-[X] Can I still get married even after giving a piejob?
Thinking fast, you nod, blurting out, "Will this be on the test?!" You have a frantic sound to your voice, as if you just asked an important question. A question well asked, if you do say so yourself!
Satori blinks, her the little ropy heart blob thing- "Third eye." Yes, that. It kind of… tilted? Spun a bit? ...Turned like a knob? "I prefer the term 'tilted'." Right. "As for your question, perhaps you should clean your face first."
"Clean your face?"
"No, no, yours."
Ohh. ...You wonder why you asked that. You nearly wipe your sleeve on your gooed up face, but Satori hands over a towel. Huh. Where did she get that from…?
"Magic."
...Magic is really cool.
"Well, only ice magic, but I suppose." She has a wry smile on her face.
You snicker as you wipe off your face. Your mom is the best. While she's busy blushing, you ask, "'Am wh oohs u cuhooahoa… …Mm…"
"I'm… unsure what you would need it for, though I suppose I could add math to the test." At your paling ears from behind the towel, she grins a bit. "That was a joke, you know."
Resuming your less horrified motions, you ask, "Bh a meeh oo 'ohh mh wuhh?"
She furrows her brows. "Yes, you most certainly do. And no, cheating isn't the issue." You groan from behind the rubbing towel. You are having trouble removing it from your face, but it's far from important. "...Little bunny, do you…?" She trails off at the thoughts popping up. "I… well, I suppose it's a valid question… ...An odd, unrelated question, though, with you, I'm unsure if it's so unimportant." Tapping her lip she picks you up, walking off with you. "...As for 'piejobs,' I suppose that depends on local regulations and laws. I'm sure somewhere frowns upon such things, knowing how close-minded humans can be."
You hear a sigh from above as the towel vanishes, and she instead starts wiping a moist towel across your face. It's significantly more effective, and far less painful.
You honestly preferred the other one, but you also like having hair, so you remain quiet.
You soon can see, and you find yourself being carried down the long corridors, eventually coming to a small library. That's a lot of books… "I, erm… I fancy myself a writer, you could say." Still, you must really like books in general to- "I wrote almost all of these books."
Ohh.
You look about. There must be several hundred books here… "Yes, I have had time on my side." ...Don't you do anything else? "Well..." She sighs. "...I did. Before."
You frown at the sadness apparent on her face. Before what, though...?
Silence greets you, and the way she closed her eyes and sighs again makes her sadness infectious.
"Still, I... have some books on such subjects. If you wish to read them." She looks away a little. "...Or... perhaps you would rather... I read them to you?" She has a small glimmer in her onyx eyes.
It looks a bit hopeful, if you've been even slightly right about her facial expressions so far.
[X]Yes, please teach me about the birds and the bees like it's a bedtime story.
-[X]In detail.
-[X]Excruciating detail.
-[X]As if I'm becoming a doctor.
-[X]And add horrible commentary the whole time.
You smile up at Satori. She smiles back.
And then the smile twitches.
And then that smile falters just a bit, though grows just a bit wider afterwards.
And then Satori begins to look nervous.
All the while, you smile up at her.
You mother chuckles. "Well... I suppose I've made my bed, so now I must sleep in it. You truly are full of surprises, little bunny... You're nearly as surprising as..." She smiles a bit. "As the empty voice behind the door."
It's now your turn to look a tad nervous. Sadly, she doesn't answer your curious worries, perhaps out of revenge for putting her through this. A book slides out of the shelf and ends up flying towards her, only to be deftly caught without missing a beat.
You get a bit worried when one level with your head begins sliding, though no impact happens when you squeeze your eyes shut. Peeking open an eye as the hatchet failed to drop, you find Satori grinning a bit as has waves the book in question for you to see.
She has to be doing that intentionally!
...Although, you kind of liked being teased with the threat of death. It feels nice after not being teased with mere threats by _.
"Now, as you already have a fair understanding of human anatomy, I believe the far, far more pressing matter of the general anatomy of a monster, as well as the more intricate anatomy of a satori will do." ...If this weren't your mom, you'd question if she[i/] were flirting with [i]you. "More preventing you from putting fingers in maws of sharp teeth where other things may be on a human."
...That... that was a joke, right?
"Was it?" Chuckling at your horrified expression, she replies, "With some of the nastier things, no. With general monsters? Yes, it is merely a joke." Her expression turning serious, she added, "If it looks like a demon, it would be wise to not trust such activities." You nod, looking a bit worried.
...Wait. She has horns, and claws, and sharp- "I also have fur and a winning personality as opposed to a sadistic one." I don't know, you kind of flung a book at my head... "It wasn't headed towards your head, you realize." Ohh.
Your mother walks over to a comfy red couch and pats the space next to her. It seems to be a loveseat, just... bigger. You could probably fit five or six of yourself, but with Mom, it would probably be just two of you and her- And now you are in her lap! ...It's even comfier, even counting how hard it is beneath the fluff! Satori peels open the book full of helpful pictures, and you notice there was a bookmark on this page.
Actually, there's a bookmark on a bunch of pages.
"Yes, well, I did have to deal with Frisk and Sumireko." You nod. You did hear that your mother was quite the flirt, back in the day. "You would think for being mute she would have had trouble communicating."
Wait, she was mute?
"After we finish, little bunny." You give an uneasy nod, though you receive a peck on the scalp after Satori plucks your hat. "Now, we'll begin with internal organs."
The similarities between man and monster has been an oft discussed topic among the scientific community for centuries.
"Mind you, this book predates us coming here." Receiving a nod from you, she continues.
Most internal organs, though having wildly different compositions from the more fleshy variety found in humans, function much the same. The muscle and sinew are at times denser and, of course, made of magic, but, as a whole, monsters generally have similar anatomies. Ohh, so you have magic fingers, you could say!
You earned that eye roll.
Even her third eye joined in. You'll take that as a compliment.
However, there are differences between the two. For instance, some monsters, in particular those lacking a humanoid form, may be fundamentally different. But we will cover that later, in other volumes. ...Does that mean Mom's different? She's got her own volume... "It's also shared a tad with evil eyes." Evil eyes? "Should you see a winged version of my third eye with talons for rending, teeth for tearing and stinger for... ...far, far worse things... cautiously escape and guard yourself, for they are some of the more terrible residents." They sound strong... "No, not terribly so." Before you can ask, she adds, "They are weak as can be, but if their stinger hits home..." She shakes her head. "But enough of that. I'd rather not think about my cousins."
A common difference between monster and humans is the digestive system. Whereas humans easily digest non-magic foods, monsters have trouble with the same.
...They don't have to run to the bathroo- "No, little bunny."
However, that isn't to say that they can't eat them, like those with a peanut allergy, but instead that they typically extract less nutrients from it, making it more empty of a calorie. Although this is only an issue with some, there are also carnivorous and herbivorous monsters, who have far more difficulty with more physical foods that aren't meant for them. For instance, a carnivore may eat physical meats far more easily than other monsters, whereas herbivores are the opposite.
What about you, Mom? "Well, I'm a special case, you could say. Satori are... odd, I suppose some might say."
...Wait...
[X]Let her go at her own pace.
[X]This doesn't sound like birds or bees.
-[X]Mom, are you trying to avoid the subject?
Unless monsters do it with their digestive systems, you really have to wonder what she's going on about.
Your mother sighs. "No, no, little bunny. It's not that I'm avoiding the topic so much as, well... that topic may be a tad uncomfortable for you." She blushes at the odd look you give her. "Well, it's just that many monsters have a way to... breed with humans, one could say." Well, that doesn't sound so— "Human children."
You don't know what to say, honestly.
...Well... that's kind of creepy, but- "By way of stripping away that which makes them human."
The silence is deafening.
Your voice is a little shaky, feeling voicing your words mentally isn't going to be enough. "Uhh..." You sigh when Satori flinches. Seems she either feels the slight tremble of nervousness without or hears the slight doubt within. "It's not like..." You fidget, looking up at your wampa of a mother. "You aren't going to force that on me, right...?"
She has a gentle, if nervous, smile as she pecks your nose. "No, that would would make me no better than an evil eye." ...That raises far, far more worrying questions, honestly. "I will not." You smile a bit at her wo- "However, others no doubt will try." She sighs as your body stiffens, your mouth flattening into a grimace. "Many humans come here. Few survive. Fewer leave. ...Or, to be frank, two escaped." ...Of how many...? "My hands are not enough."
You think your mouth may be drier, now. "It's why your grandmother's friend, Flowey, could not leave due to what happened. She was once a relative of hers. ...Now she is one of mine instead." She's a satori? "No." ...Ohh. Ohh, wow. Okay, that's a bit... "Yes, I realize. ...Satori have a gentler, kinder way. However, it is no less painful." She averts her eyes. "Painful beyond your wildest dreams."
She looks back to you. "Flowey was trying to avoid us getting along quite so well due to this, but, well..." She lets out a sigh. "She likely should have been more direct." Well, you did kind of mess with her script. Maybe she didn't get a chance? "Perhaps. Still, the point stands that you've been calling me your mother, and yet... I haven't been saying what that means to a monster, either. What that could lead to. For that, I apologize, little bunny."
Silence rules the room with the iron fist of a tyrant.