Worm CYOA, Kitsu Chapter 71: Kitsu’s new home, and Kitsu’s Debut!, a worm fanfic

A/N: Kitsu's new home, and Kitsu's Debut!

Alt Title: Oh, no. Something went wrong.

Again, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM! To those complaining just to complain about what you don't like without offering potential solutions or directions. All you are doing is making me want to stop writing this story altogether.

That being said, few people pointed out how, easily Alexandria was killed. And only one person pointed out how exposed and in the open she was.

To address Kitsu betraying Missy's trust by killing Alexandria.

Missy was upset over Kitsu killing people who she feel didn't deserve it. Missy had no issue with Kitsu killing Maureen, or Stormfront. It was the fleeing non-capes that she had an issue with. People she felt didn't deserve to die.

I Kitsu's mind, killing Alexandria is justified and doesn't break Missy's trust because of everything Alexandria is responsible for. She believes that if Missy knew what Alexandria's done, Missy would not mind Alexandria's death.

Does that make it right? No, not really. But that's up to the individual. If Missy did in fact know about everything Alexandria and Cauldron were responsible for, Missy would me willing to look the other way as Kitsu butchered them.

The issue here, is the secrecy in which Kitsu is going behind everyone's back. But, Kitsu is not thinking of Missy when she killed Alexandria. She's thinking of her friends and family. And she knows for a fact, that most of them would be okay with her killing Alexandria.

In a weird, ironic way. Kitsu is being a hypocrite by doing exactly the same thing Alexandria does. Horrible things in secret, because she believes it's for the greater good.

cassnova5424: I may or may not give you that present twice!

And you did. But then again, many people have mentioned something about streamer Kitsu.

Vadrulesall: Everything you have said is 100% correct. With one exception.

Kitsu is absolutely being arrogant in thinking that killing Alexandria will send the message she wants.

And I hope to address all of that. And yes, this was planned. If you check QQ you can see this goes back a few weeks, almost the day after I posted. You'll see what I mean.

The only exception, is Alexandria's importance. Taylor killed Alexandria in canon by suffocating lungs with a swarm of bugs. And Contessa did nothing to stop it, because her path of victory didn't include Alexandria.

Anyumaaka: The issue here, is that Kitsu was reaching the end of her patience. She had just dealt with three, three very emotional and mentally taxing problems. And "Alexandria" being uncooperative had sort of just, pushed her too far. She was saying she'd kill her, she knew how to kill her, and "Alexandria" was still trying to bargain or negotiate.

GideonBlackthorn: Thank you! I've done a lot to redeem Carol as best I can. And I'm glad to see it's working.

Hey! Okay, got your attention? Read the next reply.

YeTianshi: Yes, Kitsu does ultimately have a sense of detachment towards, everyone. Her meta knowledge just fucks her like that. 90% of people she meets that matter, she already has their life story, and some of it isn't even applicable. It's like meeting a voice actor you know the roles of at a con. You just, there's always going to be a level of detachment when you meet them. Kitsu, does not see 90% of people, as people.

And yes, that list got updated as time went on.

Dio Genus: Poor Rex indeed. Poor, Rex, indeed.

Crywolf178: Yeah, it was a rinse and repeat of them saying "You can't do this! Or this! No not that either! Don't make me get your mother!"

Nullblaster: Not yet.

T4ndoris: Not quite yet.

Ben Turner1: I gave a reference to you in this chapter! Let me know if you find it!

Kaykaykaykayan: God shall not save you, he's too busy hiding.

Grimnosh: You know, Alexandria's behavior did seem a bit, off. Don't you think? Almost, no I won't spoil it.

And Crystal takes her meds regularly because she wants her relationship to work. And Fire has expressed at this point that he doesn't care for the constant sex and it makes him feel like she's using him for some sort of fantasy.

She is, but she doesn't want him knowing or feeling bad over it.

And yes, vents and ducts are the same. Kitsu just has a habit of talking circles around people to annoy them into giving up.

Mightaswell: Constructive. Angry reviews make me not want to keep writing and just stop.

Also, Alexandria died in canon, killed by Taylor. And nothing happened.

Also, Bonesaw was genuinely one of the three I was considering shipping Kitsu with, the other two being Missy and Chris.

Yordanxl: I think the biggest dumb they do, is that they know powers are geared for causing conflict. Yet they never once stop to think that maybe The Path is as well.

Slowest Turtle: Thank you!

Mangouschase: please elaborate.

RadChaos897: sorry, but I'm starting to run on fumes. I write the responses to reviews last, and it's 12:02 am right now.

As for the bonus being an SCP reference? Eat your lab coat. Again.

Ehe73vdjd83hehduc7ebdbx83hrbch: Your name reminds of the default passwords on WiFi boxes.

Gogmazios: Thank you!

Valdiusmacto: The issue is not that Kitsu killed. Missy was okay with Kitsu killing Stormfront, she just wasn't okay with how.

Brunoid: LAST ONE! Thank you!

Good night.

-Date, Time-

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-Wednesday, Dallon's new house, August 25th, 10am-

Carol Dallon POV

"This place is awesome!" Kitsu shouts excitedly as she runs through the house.

"Slow down!" I call out as she disappears up the stairs. "I don't need you putting any holes in the walls!"

I don't get a response from the girl as I continue to hear the pitter patter of her feet as she runs around up stairs. Other than the occasional sound of clicking from doors being opened.

It's a more modern home as opposed to our old one. Made in a modern Victorian style. It's a two story home with an attic. The front entrance opens to a main foyer, the ceiling being up to the second story with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. To the right is an entrance to the dining room, and back past that towards the back of the house is the kitchen. Deep brown hardwood floors, white cabinet counters with black marble counter tops and an island counter in the middle. Above the sink is a window that opens to the backyard.

And it has a dishwasher.

To the right is an archway to the living room. Which has a bay window with seats looking out to the front yard. The room is fairly barren, being just hardwood floor, grey walls and open space for now.

"Cut her some slack." Mark says softly as he comes up behind me. "She's probably just excited to be off the Rig and into her own room again."

"I call dibs on the attic!" We hear Kitsu shout out.

"The attic is for storage!" I call back.

"It can store my fluffy tail!" She says back to me.

"So which room is mine?" Vicky asks as she walks in behind us, along with Amy.

"There are four bedrooms you three can pick from." I say as we step out of the way for the two to pass us. "And no, the attic is not one of them."

"Noted." Vicky says as she passes us and flies up the stairs.

"And no flying!" I call after her. "That rule hasn't changed!"

I sigh before turning back to Amy. Who is wearing her hoodie with the hood up as she keeps her arms crossed.

"Hey, you-" I try to say before she just walks past.

'Keep your cool Carol.' I tell myself. 'She's going through a lot of stuff, and so are you.'

"She'll come around." Mark says as he places a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure of it."

"I know." I say as I rub my temples. "I know, it's, it's just frustrating. I want to help her, but, I just can't."

"No, you just don't know how." He says as he holds me by my shoulder and leans over to give my forehead a kiss.

"That's the problem."

Kitsu POV

"I'm the natural flyer!" Vicky says. "It makes more sense for me to get it."

"I'm the one who got this house for us so cheap!" I counter. "Therefore I have more authority."

"I'm older!" She counters. "Therefore I have more authority over you."

"I'm cuter!" I point out. "So I have pretty privilege."

It's a real thing! Just look at pandas! The only reason they still exist can be boiled down to how cute people think they are.

"I'm hotter." She spits back. "So my pretty privilege counters yours."

'Fiddle sticks!' I curse to myself. 'She's right!'

"I'm stronger." I challenge.

"I'm the hero." Vicky says with a triumphant smile. "Again, only right that I get it."

That's a little, but okay.

"I'm the favorite." I push back.

"Uh, are not." Vicky scoffs. "You haven't even been here a year. How can you be the favorite?"

"Because I'm the youngest." I say smugly. "And everyone knows that the youngest is the favorite."

"What are you girls fighting over?" Mom asks as she walks up the stairs.

"Vicky's being mean!" I tattle, pointing to the girl.

Mom just looks to me, unimpressed with my antics before turning to Vicky.

"She wants the room with a balcony." Vicky says before turning to me. "When I called it."

"And she's being mean about it!" I say before turning to her. "I called the attic, you don't see me fighting you for it."

"Both of you stop!" Mom shouts, and I sit down on the floor.

What? I like being extra. Get with it already.

"Vicky, why?" Mom asks, pointing to the girl.

"I'm the natural flyer, I'm still a hero, I called it first." Vicky says, and Mom looks to me.

"Why?" She asks.

"I want it." I say seriously with a serious look to the very serious woman.

"Amy!" Mom calls out.

"What?" She says, leaning out of the room she picked.

It's the one with a large closet and a window facing the neighbor's house.

"Do you want the room with a balcony?" Mom asks.

"What would I do with a balcony?" Amy asks with a shake of her head.

"Just thought I'd ask." Mom says before Amy slinks back into her room.

"Soooo, it's mine, right?" I say as I give her puppy dog eyes and a sweet grin.

"It's Vicky's." Mom says before turning back around towards the stairs.

"What!?" I exclaim as I jump up and run over to Mom. Clinging to the rail like spider man to catch her as she leaves. "That's not fair! I'm the one who got us this house for cheap!"

"And you're lucky I don't re-ground you for how you did it." Mom says with a glare. "Besides, Vicky's right. Her being the hero and a flyer with easy access to the open air is more logical."

"But-" I start as she rounds the landing.

"Yes, butt, now get your fluffy one off the railing before I do ground it." She says seriously.

"Yes ma'am." I comply as I hop off the railing. "Can I have the sunroom then?"

"You can pick one of the remaining bedrooms." Mom stresses as she enters the main hall.

"What if I put a bed in the sunroom!?" I ask as she moves out of sight.

"Then it'd be a sunroom with a bed." Mom says as she walks away. "Not a bedroom!"

"Aww." I whine as I slump over the railing. Which, is just me resting my chin on the rail, I'm short. "Phooey."

Was I not serious enough?

-12pm-

I ended up choosing the room with a window facing the bay. Or rather, the bay and the ferry station where the other members of New Wave live.

I'm still a part of New Wave. I'm just, no longer full time I guess. I'm on the roster, but I'm taken off the rotation for patrols.

It feels, it makes me feel bad. Like they're excluding me. I know it's dumb. I literally asked for it. But, a small part of me still wants to stay a mainstay hero. If for no other reason than to feel as though I belong with them.

But, enough of that. This room has a bigger closet!

I need to call Parian and get my wardrobe remade. And updated because my underwear is starting to get a bit tight. Need to get ahold of some moss for my floor. Get some potting soil and plants.

"Awe!" I exclaim as I remember the wonder fruit tree I made. The one with the blue bananas.

I don't even remember what all went in it!

And I need to set up my computer system!

Wait, that's still packed up.

"Kitsu! Pizza!" Mom calls.

"PIZZA!" I shout as I run out of my room and jump over the balcony railing to the main hall where I run to the kitchen where Mom and Dad are. "Pizza! Where's the pizza?"

Why don't I smell pizza? Why didn't I hear any delivery man? Where's the pizza!?

"Put on your shoes kiddo." Dad says as he walks up and pats my head. "Where going grocery shopping."

"No pizza?" I ask sadly.

"There's pizza at the store." Mom says as she rolls her eyes and turns back to the table to sort through more papers.

"Why say pizza?" I ask, miffed at a false code pizza.

"Because it was the fastest way to get your attention." Dad answers for her. "Now hurry up, I'll be waiting in the car."

I better get my pizza.

-Basket Market, 1:30pm-

"This car smells funny." I complain for the, fourth time I think.

"Well, it is a rental." Dad says as he parks it. "No telling what's happened in here."

"I can name three things." I say as I recognize certain smells.

"Well, sooner we get done, sooner we get home and you can get away from this." He says as we hop out of the car.

"Or, alternatively." I say as I face him. "The longer we take, the longer I can avoid this abomination!"

He scoffs as he puts a hand on my head and turns me towards the store.

"Get moving ya goof." He chuckles.

"Excuse you?" I say as I cross my arms and give him a glare. "I believe you're forgetting something important?"

"You're right!" He says as he snaps his fingers, and I hold my arms out for him to pick me up. "I forgot the cart!"

"What, hey!" I call back as he steps away from me. "You dare treat me in such a manner man servant!?"

"You dare to speak to me in such a way tiny human!?" He says as he turns around and faces me with wide eyes, angry eyes. Playing along with me.

"But of course!" I say as I cross my arms. "For it is only natural that royalty speak down to peasants!"

"Peasant!" He says with a gasp as he puts a hand to his chest in mock offence. "Why, I never!"

"Bathe?" I say as I inspect my nails. "Yes, I can tell. I don't bring it up because I feel it beneath me to mock the less fortunate for their shortcomings."

"Funny you should talk of short comings." He says in a haughty tone. "I'd not speak so big for one who experiences great adversity when it comes to accessing rollercoasters."

"I'll have you know good sir that I need not go on rollercoasters to entertain myself." I retort. "And I find the insinuation that I require such childish means of amusement to be most insulting."

"Alright." He says with a laugh and a shake of his head before turning to get a cart. "Let's head inside already. Before you talk us into being out here till they close."

"Till I talk us out to being, being, out to be." I try before I get tongue twisted. "Be to, to, get back here old man!"

-Thursday, Dallon's new house, August 26th, 10am-

And done!

"I did it!" I cheer as I jump up.

I finished setting up my computer! Again.

But I did it right this time! I think. Only one way to find out. And that's by turning it on!

Five minutes and a Crocodile Hunter episode later, I got sidetracked, and I realize something important.

I still don't have a desk or chair. I can't stream like this! Is humiliating! I need to get my background personalized. And by background, I mean my room.

"Time to go on a fetch quest." I sigh as I get up and trudge to my closet and get ready.

'Should probably leave a note on Mom and Dad's door.' I think to myself as I get dressed out of my undies and tee shirt.

Been a while since I did some good old fashioned running anyway.

'Wait, I don't have any money on me. Darn it!' I mentally note, before thinking of a solution. 'Vicky has money!'

I get up and run out of my room. Run over to Vicky's room and knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Vicky calls.

"The milkman!" I call back.

It doesn't take long to hear Vicky's bed creak as she moves and starts to walk towards her door. Opening it to reveal her in a white tee and her panties.

I'm no better, but at least my tee shirt falls below my butt! Or, it would if I didn't have my tail.

"Sup?" She asks casually.

"I want money." I say and hold my hand out.

"Get a job." She says as she leans on the doorframe and crosses her arms.

"I desire a loan." I say as I flex my hand.

"Nearest bank's a ten minute fly east." She says again.

Gonna make me work for it huh?

"May I please have money?" I ask.

"Sorry." She says with a smirk. "I'm broke."

'Darn it!' I mentally curse as I turn around and begin to trudge back to my room.

"Hang on." Vicky says, stopping me.

"What's up?" I ask the bare legged blonde.

"I was just, wondering if you wanted to chat." She says with a shrug.

"I'm not giving you bigger bazongas." I say before turning back around.

"I'm not asking for that!" Vicky scoffs. "I just, do you wanna hang?"

Turning back to her, I look to my room, and then back to her. Before deciding to mentally say fuck it. I've got nothing better to do.

"And now Gertrude's upset because Jasmine slept with Alex." Vicky says.

"But didn't Gertrude break up with Alex?" I ask as I lean forward on the bed while hugging the pillow, dumbfounded at the redundancy.

"Exactly!" Vicky says with a roll of her eyes. "And it's not like they went all the way or anything. Just a blowjob behind the school."

"Well at least Alex had a good time." I say with a shrug.

"Yeah, him and every guy on the track team." Vicky snorts as she lays back on the bed.

"What'dyou mean?" I ask with a tilt of my head.

"Oh, just that Jasmine is known for being easy." Vicky says. "And I don't mean in the, she's had five boyfriends this year, easy. I mean she literally walked up to the football team and asked for a gangbang."

"I did not need to hear that." I say as I recoil at the image.

I've met Jasmine at school! I don't need that image in my mind every time I see her!

When and if I go back.

"Fine. I'll tone it down ya prude." Vicky laughs before bouncing on her side to face me as she props her head up on her hand. "Besides that, did you hear?"

"Hear what?" I ask before flicking my ears. "Because it's probably a yes."

"Oh, just that Pinky and Erik are a thing." Vicky smirks as though she discovered an evil plot.

"I already knew." I say, bursting her bubble.

"What!?" Vicky says with a frown. "No you did not!"

"It was kinda obvious." I say as I sway in place, still holding the pillow.

"I refuse to believe you knew about Erik and Pinky before I did." Vicky says with a flat stare.

"And what is that suppose to mean?" I ask with a pointed glare.

"Kitsu." Vicky says as she sits up. "I personally watched three separate people hit on you."

'Bullshit!' I call out internally. 'I call foul!'

"Oh yeah?" I say challengingly. "Name, one person whose-"

"Ben and FastTrack." Vicky says with zero hesitation. "Why do you think Missy gets so upset and possessive when they're around?"

She has? I just thought she was being extra assertive with me. And I thought she was picking up on the fact that I like it.

"Name one time FastTrack's hit on me." I challenge.

"When he told you that though he may be fast, he knows how to take things slow." Vicky says with a raised brow.

"He was talking about painting!" I defend. "We were watching Bob Ross in the commons."

"I'll bet you twenty bucks, right now that I can call anyone of the Wards and they'll back me up on this." Vicky says confidently.

"Bet!" I say. "But I don't have twenty bucks."

"Okay, how about this." Vicky says with a mischievous smirk that promises pain. "I win, you have to send Missy a picture of yourself in a swimsuit."

Hell no! I mean, I'm not entirely opposed. But, no!

"If I do that then you have to, to, um, dye your hair black and tell everyone you did it because you were jealous I pull off being blonde better! And that you didn't want anyone comparing you to me." I say.

"Alright." Vicky shrugs easily with enough confidence to make me think twice about this. "We got a deal?"

'Don't fall for her bluff!' I tell myself. 'That's how she'll get you!'

"Deal!" I answer. "No leading questions, and no calling Dean!"

"Deal." Vicky says with a smirk.

-10 minutes later, Ben's Turner Café, Boardwalk-

Missy "Vista" Biron POV

"And here is your passion fruit lemonade." The waitress says as she sets the tray down.

"Thank you kindly." Vergil says with a smile as he accepts it.

"What does passion fruit even taste like?" I ask as I sip my own lemonade.

"Ah, it's kinda hard to explain." He says honestly. "Kinda, sweet but not? Like, think kiwi but add some sour to it."

I try to imagine what he's describing. But yeah, nothing's popping up. I just, I think sour and I get lemon, and I think sweet and I get, lemonade.

Probably because I'm drinking lemonade.

"I don't get it." I say after I finish my sip.

"You'll just hafta try it yourself." He says with a shake of his head before I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

"Hang on." I say as I pull my phone out.

Huh, Vicky sent me a picture.

Clicking on the tab. I wait for the image to load annnnnn-

I drop my drink as I stare at Kitsu in a frilly pink two piece. Giving a small grin and a wink at the camera as she's stuck in an over the shoulder pose. Her fluffy tail just covering her butt. But her sides and legs are in full view. Showing off her creamy perfect skin.

"Vista!"

"Ha what!?" I shout in surprise as I nearly throw my phone out, but manage to catch it and slam it face down on the table.

"You good?" Vergil asks, his brow raised in concern.

"Um, yeah." I say with a curt nod as I feel my face burn.

And my phone buzzes again.

Tentatively picking it up. I stare at the girl of my dreams in that same frilly skirted two piece. Now facing the camera with her arms out as though she's reaching for a hug.

"You sure you good?" Vergil asks dubiously.

"Um, yeah, yeah I'm good." I say as I save the pictures she sent to my phone.

And another picture is sent.

I nearly drop my phone in shock at the third, as she sends me a picture of her laying down on her stomach, head in her hands as she kicks her feet up behind her.

And her face is pale white with a rainbow afro and a red clown nose as she looks to the camera with her tongue out.

I can't even stop myself from drawing a scene as I laugh my butt off!

-Dallon's New House-

Kitsu POV

"And they're sent!" Vicky stifles a laugh as I let the illusions fade.

"Oh my god!" I squeal as I cover my face with my hands. "I can't believe I just did that!"

"I know!" Vicky says with a laugh. "I thought you'd try and weasel your way out or something."

I mean, it's not like I was actually posing with my skin showing. It was all illusions. Even if it's based on me.

I'm just concerned about what Missy'll say.

"What's she saying!?" I ask impatiently as I hop on the bed and look over Vicky's shoulder.

Nothing.

"Um, left on read." Vicky says.

That, huh. Is this what disappointment feels like? I don't like it.

"Oh." Is all I say as I stare at the phone screen.

"Hey!" Vicky says sympathetically. "Look at it this way, she might just be on patrol or something."

'That's true!' I think hopefully.

-Pelham's house, Monday, Aug 30th, 9:55am-

Erik "Shielder" Pelham POV

Looking back and forth between the screen of the video I'm reacting to and my chat. I see something being repeated.

"Kitsu's debut is soon?" I say. "Yeah, it's actually supposed to be any minute now."

The chat once again goes off. And I have to piece together from bits and pieces of what I can see.

"Isn't Kitsu my cousin?" I say before looking up in thought. "Yeah I mean, kinda. She's, not adopted or anything. But she's like my aunt and uncle's foster kid. Looks a helluva lot like my sister and other cousin though. Minus the tail, ears and eyes of course." I add before watching the chat explode.

"Woah woah! Chill guys I can't read at super speed." I say as I pause the chat and sum up what they're talking about. "Yeah, Kitsu's a case fifty three. Think of a girl, and throw fox ears, tail and eyes on her. And you got Kitsu."

Rather lucky by Case Fifty Three standards. Though I'm not opening that can of worms on stream. Lord knows someone will clip it out of context.

"No, not like that you perves." I roll my eyes at some of the comments. "She's thirteen."

I quickly message my mods as I see some people, persist in their, yeah I'm not describing this. Just gonna kick'em.

"Actually, we can tune in to her stream now." I say as I do so, watching the 2D chibi of Kitsu hugging a big clock that's ticking. The caption. "We'll Start At Fox Time!" Below.

Dumb but, image is important.

The stream starts and I immediately notice an issue.

"That idiot." I sigh.

-Dallon's New House, Monday, Aug 30th, 10am-

My room is, pretty bare still. But I got a desk and chair at least! And I finally figured out OBS.

…

That's a lie. Erik did it for me.

'Focus!' I tell myself.

For now, I have a midnight grotto themed blanket hanging behind me. And my door locked.

Mom and Dad know not to Interrupt me for the next hour. And they have access to the streaming website so they, Mom, know I'm not hiding anything from them.

I had all my socials announce my debut time, and now we roll!

"Okay, time to do this." I say as I log in.

"Okay um, how do I." I mutter as I see the chat, but the screen showing what they see is fuzzy. "Okay, chat's working. Why am I not, what's wrong with my visual?"

My phone goes off next to me. Wade managed to send me a new one. Almost exactly like the old one, just a bit heavier so a trash compactor can't destroy this one.

Picking up my phone, I see it's Erik.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Look up." He says.

I do so.

"At your webcam doofus!" Erik chuckles.

"Okay?" I say. "What am I looking at?"

"You see that little plastic tag at the top?" He asks.

"Yeah?"

"That's the glass protector. For when it's in the box. Take it off." He says.

I do so, and my reflector screen comes back on in perfect view.

"Oh!" I say as I feel dumb.

"You're still live by the way." He says. "I'm watching your stream on mine."

"Wait really?" I ask as I go to my keyboard and log over to Erik's, Shielder Blue's stream, and screen share so that our streams are doing that double mirror effect. "Hi Erik!"

I wave, and watch the wave of my wave.

"Helluva way to introduce yourself." He says with a flat stare as I hear his voice echo through the phone and screen.

"Okay!" I say as I restart as I raise my arms up, in my hero outfit for my debut. "Hi! I'm Kitsu! How many of there are you fools?"

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"Fifty thousand!" I say excitedly, before calming down. "Is that a lot?"

The chat just keeps going off with a whole spectrum of answers.

"Yes, no, maybe, depends?" I sum up the chat. "Well what's the point of asking you guys if you're not going to be helpful."

I need to talk about myself.

"Alright! So, um, I'm a girl." I say with a smile. "My age? Old enough to steal your girl, my height? Shorter than you think. My weight, perfectly below average shame on you for asking."

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"My likes are anything cute, so naturally I like myself." I say as I illusion a halo of sparkling light around my face as I smile. "I enjoy messing with people, making new and exciting plants, running, jumping, video games, singing and being perfect. So, expect that on stream."

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"Making new plants?" I read off the chat. "I'm a cape. New Wave represent! Hoo!" I throw my hands up and do a hoot. "Case Fitty Tree to be exact! All natural baby!"

Ironic, considering Case fifty three's aren't natural in the slightest. But they don't know that.

"Okay! More about me, gosh this is weird!" I shout. "Um, I uh, ooh! I rank top ten in the strongest parahumans! Just below Alexandria!"

Gotta be careful there. Nobody's said anything about her death. So until I hear it from someone else. I'll just pretend to think she's alive.

"Personally? I could take her." I say smugly. "I mean, you don't see her soloing Behemoth."

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Ooh! Two zeroes in a row.

Then I see a few things in the chat catching my eye.

"Didn't I get arrested for grand theft auto?" I read. "Um, no. You have to be caught to be arrested. Duh."

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This is going good!

-20 minutes later-

"My favorite color?" I see someone ask. "Cerulean. It's a shade of blue. I like it, especially when it's glittery and shiny! Blue is pretty."

This is fun so far.

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"Favorite animal?" I say with a raised brow before gesturing to myself, kicking back and standing up to point at my features. "Uh, isn't it obvious? It's a turtle, duh."

I sit back down and roll forward. Coming back to the computer as I see the chat go this way and that.

"What's not to like about turtles?" I ask. "They got claws, a shell, a beak, scaly skin, can breathe out of their butts. Honestly sounds like a mythical creature. Though you can make anything sound like a mythical creature if you embellish enough."

I see the chat start going off. Throwing out suggestions left and right. Daring me to try with this animal and that.

"A dog?" I give a small laugh. "Okay!"

I stand up and move aside before making an illusionary German Shepherd. And talking in an Australian accent.

"Behold! This beast is known for its fearsome intelligence! Smart enough to understand the spoken word, packs of them roaming the wilds are known to be capable of taking any hunter down. They can run faster than five men, and the strongest of their kind can bite through bone." I say dramatically. "Crazy thing is, in ancient times, these beasts were even more fearsome. Large enough to ride and more ferocious than any could hope to tame! But fear not, for all you need to do, is trick it into eating chocolate, and they'll die." I say before cutting off the illusion and hopping back in the chair and rolling over. "But yeah, and that was actually a difficult one. Just think of all the wilder animals out there."

I then notice a few people calling out my background. Calling it a cheap green screen in some cases.

"Why does my background look like that?" I ask, and get back up. Moving to the blanket and holding it up from the bottom, then wrapping myself in it. "Because it's a cheap blanket!"

I then head back to the computer, again, and sit back down.

"Why have a blanket when I have such high tech special effects?" I read before laughing.

"Chat, I am the special effects!" I laugh before using my illusions to cover up the blanket with a more vibrant and realistic version of the midnight grotto its depicting. "Illusions are my main thing pal. Friendo, buddy boy blinsky. Special effects wish they had me. The blanket is because my room is unfinished."

This goes on for a bit longer, just me talking and rambling as I engage with the viewers.

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"My favorite food? Pizza." I answer. "I love pizza. Stuffed garlic crust and mushrooms. Ugh! Never enough pizza. If pizza were outlawed, I'd probably kill a few heads of state. Don't quote me on that."

It's the internet of 2010. I can say that. Hell, I can probably get away with a few slurs if I wanted.

"Though I've been getting into sushi lately. Especially the dessert rolls, you know what I mean?" I say as I keep an eye on chat. "What do you mean it's not real sushi? So what?"

-20 minutes later-

"And I like rpg games mostly. Like Diablo three and Skyrim. Witcher three is a good game." I say idly as I swivel in place on my chair.

The chat lights up as I say that. And I, realize my oopsies.

"Wait, have they not been announced yet?" I stop and ask before going to my computer.

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Typing the magic words in as I share my screen. Skyrim, gets me a few pages on elder scrolls lore. And Diablo three was announced two years ago, but isn't out yet. And Witcher two isn't even out yet.

"Oh, um, spoilers everyone!" I say as I look to the camera. "Witcher two is going to be a decent game, and Witcher three is going to be an amazing game. Skyrim is going to be the fifth Elder Scrolls game and it is going to be awesome. Also going to be the only real entry to the franchise for a while. And Diablo three is just a good game all around."

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"Yeah, that's the sucky part about being a precog who revolves around memory." I say as I stop screen sharing. "Remembering the future is always weird to try and explain."

Looking to the clock. I see it's eleven. And nearly time for my debut to end.

"Well, that about wraps this up!" I say as I scoot forward. "Hopefully next time I can give you guys an actual stream. Like, playing a game or just chatting or something. But, as it stands I don't even have my set up done. Bye!"

I end the stream and log out. Rolling back in my chair as I stand up and stretch. Turning around and pulling the blanket down as I head to my bed and face plant.

Sitting at a desk is tiring! Especially when you have to keep yourself engaged the whole time!

"Kitsu!" I hear Mom call. "Time for lunch!"

Food!

So far, life is looking good! I just have to get around getting ahold of Fletchette and find a way for [Conduit] to scan her shard without alerting the network or killing her. Then do the same for Doormaker. And after that, golden boy should be easy! Other than that. I just have to figure out how to keep the network from going rogue and making titans.

As fun as killing titans sounds.

-Dallon's New House, Wednesday, Sep 1st, 10am-

Kitsu POV

The door bell rings, taking me away from my show.

"I'll get it!" I shout as I run to the door and open it, revealing my girlfriend in her Vista uniform. Now complete with added leather padding on her thighs and calves, as well as her shoulders. And the dress has been done away with in favor of a jacket. Making it look a bit more in tune for the coming winter season, also, her visor is now a helmet.

"Missy!" I call out, throwing my arms up.

Her smile fades into a frown as she crosses her arms and taps her foot.

"What?" I ask, my arms still in the air.

"Ehem." She says, and gestures to her outfit.

"Oh right!" I say as I close the door, wait a second, and open it again. "Vista!" I say, throwing my arms up.

"Better, I suppose." She chuckles, her frown turning to a small smile as she opens her arms for a hug.

Going in for it, I remark how much more padded this outfit is. Not letting me snuggle into her as much! I hate it!

"So is this outfit a permanent thing or?" I say cheekily as she scoffs.

"It is part of the new line of East coast Ward attire." I hear from above.

'No.' I think with a growing sense of absolute dread at the familiar voice.

"Oh!" Missy says as she detaches from me and turns around. "I'm sorry Ma'am! I got distracted!"

Coming down in her black suit behind Missy. Black billowing cape. Black, shiny helmet. And a red box carried under her arm.

"It's alright Vista." She says as she touches down. "We're all young at some point. Kitsu, it is good to see you in person. I come on behalf of the PRT to deliver a housewarming gift."

"Kitsu, don't just leave the door open!" Mom says as she comes up behind me. "Oh! Alexandria, what are you doing here?"

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Cauldron space

Rebecca "Alexandria" Costa-Brown POV

"She's dead." I say as I open my eyes, my connection to the double being severed. "Kitsu."

"Damn." David curses as he paces back and forth at the table. "She really is willing to just, kill without second thought?"

"It would appear so." The Number Man says. "It was a thirty five point seven percent chance, but it seems that was enough."

"Is the asset recoverable?" David asks as he looks to me.

"No." I say as I stand up out of the chair. "Not even a cell is left. Asset three five two is gone through the use of an all or nothing power that causes rapid molecular destabilization."

A shame too. A perfect body double capable of linking minds and replicating the powers of the linked individual with 80% potency? A shame we had to lose it.

"Any evidence?" Contessa asks.

"There's a security camera at the airport, near the alley." I inform them. "She said it was being routed, if we can uncover the footage, we might have something. We'll also need to secure that footage before making any moves."

I just hope this gamble was worth it.

"Did she reveal anything useful?" David asks.

'Also, Eidolon's agent is the one activating the Endbringers sooo, big dumb on you!'

"There was one thing." I say. "But it'll need further investigating."

I'm sorry David. But if she's right, then, well.

Everything, for the greater good.

A/N

I enjoy plot twists and misdirection.

Also, the fact that so many people were upset at Kitsu for killing "Alexandria" and not for Alexandria being killed. Is actually a compliment to me. It shows that I wrote Kitsu to be consistent and flesh out enough that her doing what she did, wasn't questioned.

Outside of the ONE person who pointed out how suspicious it was that Alexandria in her Chief Director guise was walking around with a security detail.