(Alright, I think I can wrap this up in two chapters after this. Booyah.
After that, I can stop writing shit like this, because this god damn idea
shall finally be purged from me friggin' head. And thank all y'all nice
folks for the reviews, I like those. Give me more, damn you. I'm greedy.)
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Well, things were returning to normal in the 'Smithson' household, namely the things concerning the union between one Solid Snake and one Meryl Silverburg. The two were as happy as could be when frantically trying to make a choice about whether to let their baby live or die. Campbell and Otacon had gone about their business and left the couple alone after the 'who's-the-real-father' incident, and promised to return when the kid was born- they had not, of course, been let in on the fact that said birth wasn't one hundred percent guaranteed.
In fact, it was more like fifty, since the two were disagreeing on whether the unnamed fetus was to be purged. Not with each other, but with themselves. As new points for and against life and death popped up in their minds independently, all pros and cons somewhat neutralized each other before they could make it to even being words. It was only on a cold, gray sort of day that seemed especially gloomy that they decided to officially discuss the matter in-depth.
A meeting was called on the couch, all family members summoned. By this I mean that Fubar was curled up upon the sofa, enjoying another of his numerous naps, when he was shooed off by Snake, who then sat down in the dog's place as the heater wasn't quite kicking in just yet, and leftover dog warmth was superior than literally freezing one's ass off. Meryl, still energetic as always despite her condition, more or less pounced on our hero from behind and refused to reposition; not even several lackluster "Mrph" sounds from a semi-crushed Snake were enough to do the job.
Snake, taking the opportunity to talk some things over with Meryl, wriggled his way over to the left side of the woman and observed her place her hands beneath her chin; curious eyes following every minute muscle movement the man made. "I think," He started strongly but didn't quite follow up with the same tone, "We should talk a few things over." A pause, followed by a correction. "Well, not really several, just one actually. One very, very large sort of thing."
"Something like this?" Meryl inquired, tapping her abdomen slightly with an unpolished fingernail- of course unpolished, the woman never could stand makeup. Another asset Snake knew and treasured. Speaking of Snake, he just plain nodded and managed to squeeze out a few words. "Well, yeah . . . I mean, what're your thoughts on, well, y'know?" Uneasy tone for an uneasy subject, he wasn't very good at hiding things from Meryl for the most part, and so he made no attempt to mask the fact that he was being as tactful as possible.
She simply sighed. "I'm torn, to be honest. This is the Devil's child, but it's also my baby . . . I was really hoping maybe you had some input." Snake, having opinions of his own, voiced them on command. "Can't say I have it any clearer, it's a delicate thing. That child would be another one of Big Boss's legacy, for lack of better words . . ." He paused, carefully weighing the consequences of what he said next before saying it. "A monster."
Meryl seemed hurt at first, but slowly nodded in agreement. A dying naïve sort of tone in her voice, something along the lines of bleak hope- a self- contradictory tone, but one that made clear she was slightly optimistic, even during such troubled situations. "Well, that's not necessarily true . . ." She was about to elaborate on that, when Snake couldn't help but blurt something out. "Liquid's a fiend, and that would be HIS child! You know that more than anybody!" Only after he snapped this did he realize how foolish it was, and was about to move for apology when Meryl responded.
Her voice was defeated, as if that truth had utterly crushed her. Still, she stood fast with her value, clinging to the last ray of hope she could summon up. "Genetics aren't everything, Snake. You know THAT more than anybody." Meek, but capable. That's how she was, surprisingly defiant considering the circumstances. "The child is only a monster if we raise it like a monster."
Snake simply kept silent for a moment, and nodded. Meanwhile, outside through the window, the clouds parted and allowed the sun's comforting rays to shine in on the two.
No Title
Well, things were returning to normal in the 'Smithson' household, namely the things concerning the union between one Solid Snake and one Meryl Silverburg. The two were as happy as could be when frantically trying to make a choice about whether to let their baby live or die. Campbell and Otacon had gone about their business and left the couple alone after the 'who's-the-real-father' incident, and promised to return when the kid was born- they had not, of course, been let in on the fact that said birth wasn't one hundred percent guaranteed.
In fact, it was more like fifty, since the two were disagreeing on whether the unnamed fetus was to be purged. Not with each other, but with themselves. As new points for and against life and death popped up in their minds independently, all pros and cons somewhat neutralized each other before they could make it to even being words. It was only on a cold, gray sort of day that seemed especially gloomy that they decided to officially discuss the matter in-depth.
A meeting was called on the couch, all family members summoned. By this I mean that Fubar was curled up upon the sofa, enjoying another of his numerous naps, when he was shooed off by Snake, who then sat down in the dog's place as the heater wasn't quite kicking in just yet, and leftover dog warmth was superior than literally freezing one's ass off. Meryl, still energetic as always despite her condition, more or less pounced on our hero from behind and refused to reposition; not even several lackluster "Mrph" sounds from a semi-crushed Snake were enough to do the job.
Snake, taking the opportunity to talk some things over with Meryl, wriggled his way over to the left side of the woman and observed her place her hands beneath her chin; curious eyes following every minute muscle movement the man made. "I think," He started strongly but didn't quite follow up with the same tone, "We should talk a few things over." A pause, followed by a correction. "Well, not really several, just one actually. One very, very large sort of thing."
"Something like this?" Meryl inquired, tapping her abdomen slightly with an unpolished fingernail- of course unpolished, the woman never could stand makeup. Another asset Snake knew and treasured. Speaking of Snake, he just plain nodded and managed to squeeze out a few words. "Well, yeah . . . I mean, what're your thoughts on, well, y'know?" Uneasy tone for an uneasy subject, he wasn't very good at hiding things from Meryl for the most part, and so he made no attempt to mask the fact that he was being as tactful as possible.
She simply sighed. "I'm torn, to be honest. This is the Devil's child, but it's also my baby . . . I was really hoping maybe you had some input." Snake, having opinions of his own, voiced them on command. "Can't say I have it any clearer, it's a delicate thing. That child would be another one of Big Boss's legacy, for lack of better words . . ." He paused, carefully weighing the consequences of what he said next before saying it. "A monster."
Meryl seemed hurt at first, but slowly nodded in agreement. A dying naïve sort of tone in her voice, something along the lines of bleak hope- a self- contradictory tone, but one that made clear she was slightly optimistic, even during such troubled situations. "Well, that's not necessarily true . . ." She was about to elaborate on that, when Snake couldn't help but blurt something out. "Liquid's a fiend, and that would be HIS child! You know that more than anybody!" Only after he snapped this did he realize how foolish it was, and was about to move for apology when Meryl responded.
Her voice was defeated, as if that truth had utterly crushed her. Still, she stood fast with her value, clinging to the last ray of hope she could summon up. "Genetics aren't everything, Snake. You know THAT more than anybody." Meek, but capable. That's how she was, surprisingly defiant considering the circumstances. "The child is only a monster if we raise it like a monster."
Snake simply kept silent for a moment, and nodded. Meanwhile, outside through the window, the clouds parted and allowed the sun's comforting rays to shine in on the two.