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Worm CYOA, Kitsu 1 [NSFW]
86 — 109 minutes
A/N Duality
Alt title: The Tale of The Red and Blue Oni
I wrote this chapter with an injured hand
I was told to rest... but only I decide when I'm done.
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melone17009: It really is, and it's even sadder when you realize Melody learned she wasn't Kitsu, and then had to listen to the woman she came to view and call her mother, discuss how to get
rid of her.
FreakShowMilotic: It's like having everyone you know and love suddenly hate or fear you, for no reason other than the fact that you exist.
Guest: So Kitsu is not
truly mixed with a fox, she's mixed with random assortments of canid and felid DNA that was contaminating her wounds when she triggered. She just happens to look like a fox, and fully embraces the image. Her favorite fox is the Fennec Fox.
RadChaos897: Melody didn't turn herself in on a whim, she watched as everyone she loved regarded her with hate, fear and disgust and it broke her. Granted she didn't help the situation with how she was acting out. But remember, she's mentally Kitsu, she did what Kitsu would do in an existential crisis. Do whatever the fuck she felt like with any regard for the consequences to distract herself. Except with people she
liked being there, that became harder to do. She was 100% going to kill Shadow Stalker, until she noticed the look of horror on Missy's face. In the end, she just lost the will to do anything and fell into a depression as the situation was shoved in her face, so she said fuck it.
Jaime is pregnant, no way in hell would Piggot let her near the superpowered biokinetic.
Melody is as ageless as Kitsu, and she isn't as invincible. And she doesn't have Kitsu Dynakinesis. But her biokinesis makes Amy look like your standard EMT.
And Melody is a straight up chimera. A more physically imposing version of Kitsu more geared for direct combat and battlefield manipulation. Noelle needed a field commander, and Melody was made to fit that role.
Grimnosh: Get out of my head.
Guest:...
Random Dude: And I love you too, Random Dude!
Deus-Ex-Machina: Here is the update!
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-Date, Time-
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
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-Tuesday, October 19th, 2010, Early Morning-
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Kitsu POV
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"My head." I groan in pain, placing a hand to my head as I feel a presence other than [Conduit] pushing on my mind. "Ugh."
One moment I was infecting Noelle with a rapid degenerative cell disorder that caused her body to overproduce vitamin A. Forcing her skin and muscles to strip off her bones like over cooked pulled pork. The next, everything starts to go dark as she collapses.
'Must have collapsed on top of me.' I think to myself as I stand up on shaky legs, stumbling a bit off balanced from the weight in my body and the headache I'm forced to endure. 'Kill them, they're trying to hurt your mother.'
"Argh!" I place another hand to my forehead in pain. "Shut up." I hiss and shake my head.
That is not [Conduit] and it is certainly not me. And it's nothing else I recognize of the top of my head. Not that I can really think given-
Kill
... That.
I look, trying to focus my ears, but finding my body not willing to listen. And thus rendering me unable to focus on any sound. Making me have to rely on my eyes to look around. Not really something I'm used to.
Kill Kill
'Shut up!' I roar back in my mind. 'Seriously, do you know any other words?'
Kill Protect Mother
'Well, ask and ye shall receive, I guess.' I nearly scoff at myself, taking a deep breath and inhaling the ripe, coppery scent of all the fresh blood. But nothing else... and once again, I can't seem to focus on any scents. Leaving me in the dark to most of my senses.
Opening my eyes, I look up and my heart drops. Seeing me standing so close to Vicky. But that's not me, me is here. She is not me! Vicky is near a not-me!
'Shit, I got cloned!' I grit my teeth in panic and rush forward. Pushing through despite the weight I feel dragging me down.
Kill
First thing's first. I need to get rid of the controller. If Noelle has my DNA then it doesn't matter how I kill the clone. More will just pop up like a lethal game of Whack-A-Fox.
No, Fox Hunt?
Kill
'Okay!' I answer back, though I'm almost certain the line of communication is one way. 'You want someone to die!? How about the mastermind!?'
Should've specified! Oh well, sucks to be whatever telepathic clone tried mind controlling me.
"No!" Noelle gets up and backpedals away from my clone, though I don't have time to contemplate it. "No please not-"
She doesn't get any more words out as I drive my hand through her head. My biokinesis automatically connecting to her system for some reason. Which is odd, seeing as my powers aren't automatic like that. Regardless, I brush it off and let her corpse fall. Dropping with a wet splash into the human soup pooling around out feet.
"What the fuck!?" Vicky freaks out and flies back from the mess, deftly avoiding getting more blood on her outfit. Not that it's worth anything, that pretty white dress is practically a biohazard at this point.
'I'm sorry, Noelle.' I lament the loss of the poor girl as her lifeless corpse lays there, undignified in a mess of blood and guts. 'I wanted to save you, but you're too dangerous. Maybe if I got to you sooner.'
Just going to quietly ignore the fact that I... a hundred percent had the chance.
Oh hey! The voice is gone.
"Ah~... That's better. Nice and silent." I let out a sigh, closing my eyes and opening them after a deep breath, facing Vicky and my clone. "After all, you should know how I hate being told what to do."
Don't know why I said that, not like she heard the voice in my head. Or maybe she did. Actually, come to thing of it. Where did that voice come from? Does my clone have a stronger version of my Love Me power?
"... Fuck." My clone utters out. Before angrily stomping her foot in the bloody soup. "I just fixed that!"
"Hmm?" I look her dead in the eyes, then down to the corpse of the clone maker. 'She would be loyal to Noelle, but what does she mean by, fix?' "Well I didn't like it." I shrug, deciding not to dwell on it as I kick the body out of the way. Flicking my hand and cleaning it of the blood coating it.
"Kitsu." Vicky says in a low tone, shifting her gaze between me and the clone.
"Not now, Victory Gal." I say and suddenly notice a chill run across my body. Looking down, I keep myself from showing my embarrassment as I realize I'm flashing the two. 'Oh well, it's just Vicky.' "Oh! Didn't mean to put on a show."
'No, wait, why am I naked?' I think as I improvise a solution to my modesty dilemma. Reaching into the soup of flesh and gore with my biokinesis, I figure it couldn't hurt to make a little leather and cloth. So long as it's organic-
'Too much, too much, TOO MUCH!' I start to panic as my biokinesis reaches out and drags in way more than I wanted. Feeding me biomass en mass.
In the midst of getting my powers under control. I notice that... I'm not me. My physiology is wrong. My spine isn't supposed to be shaped like that, my tail isn't that long, where are all the fur follicles I have to keep turning off in the morning!?
'No... no that...' It all clicks together as I finish my clothes. 'I'm... not her.'
I'm the clone.
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-Tuesday, October 19th, 2010, 4am, Evac Site-
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Kitsu POV
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I stand here silently as the newly named Melody gets taken away. Secured with seven different types of restraints around her neck, wrists, and ankles. Not that any seem to really bother her as she's put into the back of the car along with Armsmaster and Triumph to keep an eye on her. Not that I think they could do anything, but it's better than nothing I suppose.
Feeling a hand on my back, I look up to see my Mom. A stern look on her face as always as she nudges me to move. Guiding me away to a quieter spot to discuss what just happened.
"About... Melody... do you have any idea on how to actually take care of her?" Mom asks me quietly, leading me away from the wider commotion.
"Cookies and milk?" I suggest and giver a shrug when she glares at my sarcastic answer. "How should I know?"
"..." She returns me a flat stare. "... Come on. Can you at least say what her powers are?"
"Hmm... so you know how Amy can do just about anything with organic matter?" I prompt. "And how I can as well, I just suck at it compared to her."
"Basically, go on." She nods.
"She doesn't suck." I tell her.
"So we basically have-"
"And she's better than Amy." I continue.
"... Does she-" Mom starts.
"And she regenerates." I tell her. "You can cut her head off or you could sneeze on her for all it'll be worth."
Mom waits a few seconds. Opens her mouth, then closes it to test me Speaking when she's sure I won't interrupt her.
"... you got all this from your thinker power?" She asks.
"I got all that from fighting her." I explain. "She's... a bit of a blind spot for me."
"You can identify nearly anyone of note and their powers, how is she the exception?" Mom asks.
"Because I am my own blind spot." I tell her before admitting the uncomfortable truth. "She's... she's not a clone, not the way the others are."
She seems to take that... about as well as one would expect. Eyes widening slightly as she looks off to the side in thought for a bit.
"Explain." Mom demands, looking back to me.
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Miss Militia POV
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"For one, she killed Noelle, the girl creating the clones." Kitsu explains. "All of the clones are supposed to be unquestioningly loyal to their creator, and harbor a deep hatred for the loved ones of their original."
"How do you know she doesn't hate us?" Brandish asks.
"You're still alive?" She suggests. "Anyway, it's, mentally, Melody is me."
'I knew there was something off about the clone.' I think to myself as I tap my earpiece, sending the recording to Director Piggot.
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-Sometime later, Random Rooftop where Firebreather left Crystal-
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Kitsu POV
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"Here she is." Firebreather says, having guided me to Crystal's body. Left on a roof in the middle of the city.
Dead on the rooftop, her glossy eyes stare hauntingly towards the sky. Unmoving and certainly unseeing.
"... I told you, she's gone." Firebreather says somberly as he walks across the roof and leans against the ledge.
I go ahead and touch her face anyway. Seeing if there's anything I can do.
She's cool to the touch. Not cold, but cool enough that it's started damaging her brain and internal structures. I... I can bring her back, but I'm not sure I can just casually raise her from the dead without people asking questions. Not like with Gully's death to blood loss and how it was just a matter of saying she was merely unconscious. To say nothing of how intensive it is. It should be easier than bringing Rachel back. I mean, her cells had undergone apoptosis from literally being put on ice. Crystal's just been dead about an hour. And a quick glance tells me it was spinal trauma. Easily fixed.
"How many people know?" I ask Fire in a low, conspiratorial whisper.
"Know what?" Firebreather asks in return.
"How many know she's dead?" I look up at him.
"... Vicky... Amy, I think Miss Militia might know." He says with a shrug; staring at the ground in thought as he tries to recall who all he told. "I... I'm not sure. I wasn't, I haven't been paying attention all that much in the last hour. I haven't told Sarah yet, not sure how I'm going to do that."
"You're going to admit you're an idiot who jumped to conclusions." I tell him firmly.
I can bring her back, she's not too far gone. It'll be difficult, and I might get a few things wrong. But so long as I get her brain up and running on all cylinders, get her up just enough to be alive, Amy can do the rest. Hell, if not for the glossy eyes and lack of a heartbeat, she's in perfect condition.
Going to have to replace those lenses though, too dry.
"Excuse me?" He scoffs angrily, pushing off the ledge and marching towards us. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means, that you are going to act like the big himbo dummy everyone thinks you are as I heal Crystal." I tell him sweetly.
"Heal, heal death?" He growls, moving into the angsty anger phase of the grieving process.
'Wonder what happens to that whole process when it get cuts halfway through?' I quietly wonder in the back of my mind. While my main thought is— 'Shut the hell up and take the hint, lizard boy!'
"Your body temp is much higher than everyone else's." I keep trying to lead the idiot on. "It's easy for you to mistake-"
"She doesn't have a pulse!" He roars, baring his teeth as his chest glows. Flames licking the sides of mouth as he flares up in anger. "Stop trying to make this seem like it is what it isn't!"
I squint hard at him as he starts breathing heavier. "... is what it is... isn't what... What is that even supposed to mean?"
He pauses, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
"Kitsu... I know you have your own way of dealing with things." He says, opening his eyes and giving me the saddest, kicked puppy look ever. Calming himself down and losing the glow. "But this isn't the time. Just... I don't... please, please stop. I'm not sure I can handle much more." He says solemnly; looking off to the side as he can't seem to meet my eye.
"... Wow, Crystal likes'em dum." I sigh and begin reviving her. "Fire, if you tell anyone what you're about to see. I'm going to deny it and then make up some career ruining rumors about you."
"What are you-"
"And trust me when I say it'll be some heinous crap." I keep rambling on as I start fixing her. "I mean documentary level crap that'll-"
"Guh!" Crystal interrupts me as she gasps for air.
Well, it's more accurate to say that it's Crystal's body. She's still like, four fifths deader than disco. And three fifths, no, I'm not making that joke.
"Crap, I didn't mean to fix that part yet." I say as her brainstem freaks out, reading the lack of responses from her brain as signs of oxygen depravation.
It's not wrong, but I don't need it freaking out like this! It's distracting.
"Crystal!" Firebreather kneels down and tries to cradle her.
"Back off." I shove him back, unintentionally putting more force into the I mean putting enough force into the shove to push him all the way back against the ledge fifteen feet away.
"Ack!" He coughs out a bit of blood. Probably some left over from the fighting earlier. Definitely not my fault.
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