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Ugh, I smell.
I swing myself into a position to stand, and make my way toward the game room. Hm, she’s not here must be downstairs. I grab some clothes from the sofa and make my way towards the bathroom. Turn the shower up to scalding, and down to my birthday suit I go. Ah! HMMMMMM that sting is good. Takes my mind off things makes me focus on it, and only it. As I go to reach for the soap I feel what can only be flesh greet my hand.
Suffice to say I lock up for a second. I then relax because I'm a fucking schizo, and have both imagined human contact, and mistaken something for human contact before. I shift my hands around and start to tense up again because yeah this still feels like a human hand if a small one and unless I broke out of nowhere I'm not that far gone yet. Memory? -Dismiss everything I've ever known. Question constructs, and what I condone- Check. Philosophy? -A Nihilistic core with an enlightened self-interested shell is the best I can hope for but I am too mentally unstable to adopt the mindset. Also Transhumanism or Extinction- Check. Ego? -I am both the best, and worst- Contradictory as ever. My level of insanity established in a few seconds I turn around to look at the owner of the grasping the hand.
The Failure
Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck.
"Hi? Excuse but what are you doing in this house, and this shower specifically?"
Calm yourself you nerd you've gone over this scenario before. Stay calm and unruffled, and MAYBE you can get out of this.
Strange Child
" Oh, I came because I heard your cries for help."
The Failure
Okay cool, no disemboweling so far offer deal hope it's not one with the devil.
"Oh well thanks for coming, but" It doesn't care about your nudity, and is probably doing it to make you uncomfortable "If you're here to offer me power, may I suggest giving it to someone with a more benevolent, and less malevolent nature than me?"
Strange Child
"Oh? That's strange coming from you." She's circling me like a Fate expository. There's not enough room in here how she's warping space fuckfuckfuckfuck."I can smell the desire for power within you. You're starved for it you'd kill for it, and here you are saying that if I'm offering it you'd rather it go to some else?"
The Failure
If you can smell my megalomania then I'd think you could smell the Malevolence right next to it.
"Yes, I would. I may want power but I also want to hurt everyone. While my depression and desire not to be stupid or evil keep me from hurting anyone but myself I don't want to bet on the first binding being a factor and the others being enough after I get power beyond that of a normal mortal."
Do not trust the confused misanthrope/humanitarian with power.
Strange Child
" Passable arguments."
She tightens her grip on me and swings me face-first into the tub that wasn't full a second ago. I sink deep far deeper than any but the most opulent of pools have the right to be and find my lungs burning for air I cant provide.
The Failure
Shitshitshitshitshit.
I feel a force push me towards a light, and I break the surface of the water coughing and spluttering next to a white raft which I haul my naked ass onto.
Strange Child
"Unfortunately they are wasted as unless you want to be left here unable to die you have to accept my power."
The Failure
Okay either a sadistic bitch that enjoys taking the metaphorical electrode pads to the rats or someone that knows I won't accept help without It being someone I trust (Dave) or it being forced on me, and they're strapped for time. Hope and pretend to believe the latter, expect and prepare for the former.
"*Cough* *Cough* *Hack* You- *Croak* *Assorted throat-clearing noises* you make a convincing argument *dying worthless noises*."
Strange Child
"Then do you accept my offer of power and all that entails"
The Failure
"Can I get an explanation first?"
Strange Child
"No."
The Failure
"Okay then yes I accept your power."
It is at that point everything gets hazy.
I woke up hanging out of the bathtub disoriented, and limped and flopped from wall to wall towards the sink, to see myself and a document taped to the mirror.