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Chapter Thirty-Nine

Tattletail smiled with the full knowledge that she was the best. She knew this because her powers told her so, and they were never, ever wrong.She grinned even wider when she prepared herself to speak her first sentence ever, the most important sentence ever. “Heya there, sis, I’m Tattletail.”The name was perfect!The surprise on Big Sis’ face lasted for a few more seconds, then softened into a gentle smile. “Well, at least finding a name won’t be a chore,” she said. “Welcome to the family, Tattletail.” Big Sis reached down, her hand growing bigger and bigger in Tattletail’s sight, then it rubbed against her ears on the way past them. She held her breath to stop from vibrating too hard.Impact!She felt her smile pulling so hard at her cheeks that it hurt. Her first pat! Leaning forwards, she pressed into the embrace and it only got better when she heard one of the other girls, one of her sisters, huff in displeasure.“Now pat my tummy!” Tattletail demanded.Big Sis laughed, which was the same as saying no but not as painful. “Maybe later,” she lied horribly. Tattletail didn’t mind. Her tummy was the most pattable, it would be rubbed, and her ears would be scritched and her tail floofed. Yes, with her awesome power she would have Big Sis wrapped around her pinky in no time. “Do you want to meet your sisters?” Big Sis asked.The competition.Like a fox scenting a mouse, she spun around and looked across the other girls in the room. Big Sis pointed to one of them, the only one with darker skin and animal features. Two cat ears poked out from under messy black hair and a tail was wiggling behind her. “That’s your oldest sibling, Cheshire.”“Sup, foxy,” Cheshire said with a dismissive wave. She was, as far as Tattletail could tell, a little miffed that she wasn’t the only one that had animal features now. It was all pure jealousy, fear that the thing that made her special in Big Sis’ eyes was gone now.Cheshire wanted more attention, but didn’t know how to get it. Worse, she knew that her normal personality wouldn’t get her the love she wanted but didn’t know how to even start to change. Hence, the cat parts.The only thing bigger than Cheshire’s insecurities was her ego.“It’s a pleasure to meet you, kitty,” Tattletail said.“And this,” Big Sis went on, oblivious to Tattletail’s dissection of Cheshire, “is your second oldest sister, Crochet.”A girl was walking into the room carrying a tray. There were carefully laid out cups and a heavy kettle of steaming water for tea. “Ah, hello, new sister,” she said with genuine pleasure.This one was interesting. She wasn’t there to hear Tattletail’s name, more concerned with being the perfect host than anything else. All because she knew that it was the best way to make Big Sis appreciate her.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.No. Tattletail narrowed her eyes, then smiled back at Crochet before she could notice the expression. It wasn’t about being appreciated, it was about being useful to Big Sis. Crochet was playing the game too. “Hey there, Crochet. I’m Tattletail,” she said before waving.Crochet removed one hand from the tray, revealing a tiny ribbon holding onto that end. She waved, but Tattletail was busier noticing all the tiny cords wrapped around each cup and the kettle. This sister was a subtle one. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”She started setting up the cups, only tiny clinks of porcelain telling the room that she was there. Tattletail idly noted that she filled a cup for Big Sis first and added sugar and milk without having to ask.Competition indeed.“And this is Pop,” Big Sis said, dragging Tattletail’s attention back around.“Hello, Kitsune, I am Poppu,” Pop said with her voice. Her eyes, on the other hand, were telling Tattletail in no uncertain terms that if she hurt Big Sis, she would die.“A ninja, huh?” Tattletail said. She would need to get on this one’s good side. “I hope you’re the honourable sort.”“I am as honourable as our Onee-sama requires.”So, she had to make sure she was included in that ‘our.’ Simple enough.“And last but not least,” Big Sis said. “This is Remedy.”“Hey,” Tattletail spoke when it was clear that Remedy wouldn’t be the first to do so. The girl gave her a small wave and a return ‘hey’ that was almost lost in the neck of her overly large robes.It took Tattletail a bit of searching and some throbbing in the back of her head to pin Remedy down. The girl was the family’s healer. The more Tattletail looked, the more she realized that there was something terribly dark about Remedy. The healer could obviously do more than just heal, and she was the sort of girl to push boundaries when left unchecked.Another one to watch out for. “Pleasure to meetcha,” Tattletail said.“Likewise,” was Remedy’s reply.“And then there’s me,” Big Sis said. “I’m Taylor, Taylor Hebert. Which makes you... Tattletail Hebert, I guess. But you can call me Big Sis.”Tattletail grinned up at Big Sis, then, as if on the spur of the moment, wrapped her in a tight, tight hug. Even her tail came around to pat Big Sis behind the legs. “Thanks, Big Sis!” she said as she let go.“You’re welcome,” Big Sis said over the rattle of a tea cup and the grinding of teeth. “So, I don’t actually know what tit— er, your progenitor’s powers were. I’m sorry.”“Ah, that’s fine!” Tattletail said. She winked at Big Sis and presented her with a V-is-for-Victory. “I know everything!”“We’ll see about that,” Big Sis said.“Don’t worry, Big Sis. I’ll solve all of your problems in a jiffy.” She looked past Big Sis and towards the others. “All of them.”

Chapter Forty

Remedy kept her arms crossed and her brow pinched. She even puckered her lips a little.Tattletail wiggled her butt on the seat and tried to make herself comfortable. It was hard, because no one ever accounted for things like tails when making chairs. Not that she deserved to be comfortable, the fat meanie. “I’m not fat.”Oh course, none of this would have happened if Tattletail just knew how to respect other people’s boundaries. It was all an unfortunate accident born from Remedy’s newest sister’s lack of common sense.Maybe she could accidentally give her butt cancer so that she’d leave her chair alone. “If you give me butt cancer,” Tattletail said. “I’m going to tell Big Sis.”“Tattletale,” Remedy hissed.“That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” Tattletail said, her mouth twisting into the smuggest grin.Remedy wanted to wipe the grin away. And the mouth too. Leave her youngest sister all ‘I have no mouth yet I must snitch.’ “Why are you taking my computer time away?” she asked.“We both know you would just use it to look at racy pictures of Glory Girl.”“Well yeah, that’s what computer time is for,” Remedy said. And all pictures of Glory Girl were racey. She was the fastest, after all.Tattletail’s eyes narrowed and her tail swished. “You really shouldn’t be on the internet. You’re too innocent.”Remedy raised a hand. “Left or right cheek?”Tattletail raised both hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, sheesh. Look, I need to look some things up for Big Sis. It’s important. No joke. Cross my heart and all.”She huffed and looked away before recrossing her arms. “You should have just started with that. What do you need to look up?”Tattletail shifted around and faced the computer screen. She glared at the password prompt for a few seconds before rolling her eyes and typing ‘password.’ “Big Sis needs money because we’re all very expensive. That and she thinks we need to go to school.”“We don’t,” Remedy said.“We know that, but Big Sis wants the best for us. Don’t worry, you can give all the kids measles or something and we’ll have to stay home, then Pop can stab all the bus tires, and Cheshire can spook the staff. We just need to keep doing things so that the school stays closed.”Tattletail clicked on the browser then waited a few moments. It opened to the Glory Girl fanclub frontpage. They stared at each other for a moment.“Whatever,” Tattletail said as she clicked on the favourites tab and found Parahumans Online.

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Tattletail stared at the name for a while, then turned to Remedy, her mouth agape. “Seriously?”“What’s wrong with my screen name?” Remedy asked.“Everything.” She shook her head, ears flip-flopping around. “Nevermind. It’ll work.”She clicked around a little, then went to the pages where people could ask questions to the general public.“You need to be thirteen or have Big Sis’ permission to actually post,” Remedy said.“Sure you do,” Tattletail said.“You’re not even thirteen hours old! You’re breaking the Terms of Service!”“You’re not supposed to read those!” Tattletail said. “And we’re posting to ask something for Big Sis, so it’s okay.”“That’s not what the rules say.”Tattletail snorted. “Gosh, you really like rules, huh? Stop being so uncool.”“I’m totally cool!” Remedy shouted.“Girls, is everything okay?” came a voice from deeper in the house. It was dad, and he only sounded a little concerned.“We’re okay, daddy!” Remedy called back.“Be nice to each other,” he said.“Okay!” the two sisters chorused as one a moment before they returned to glaring at each other. “Fine,” Tattletail said. “I’ll just do my thing and get off, okay?”Remedy huffed and looked away. This was her happy alone private time, which was the best time except for the times she spent with Big Sis. Still, if Tattletail really needed the computer then she’d allow it as long as it was for a good cause.

Topic: Hello! Questions about wards and stuffIn: Boards ► Information ► Wards and ProtectorateIf you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.xXxBarbieCowgirl11xXx (Original Poster)(Glory Girl Fanatic)Posted on February 14th 2011:Okay so someone I know has superpowers and we totally need a lot of money to buy stuff and we are kind of under 18 for now. We dont want to do patrols and stuff because thats lame and all the costumes the wards wear look super stupid so we wanted to know how much money we could make for just not messing up the city?Remedy read the message even as Tattletail clicked ‘send.’ “That’s never going to work,” she said.“Yeah, it totally will,” Tattletail said. “But not at first. We’ll need to make a huge mess of things first. Like, scare the locals into thinking we’re a lot more trouble than they want to mess with. Then we can ask them for money and make Big Sis happy by getting a house with more rooms.”“I’d like my own room,” Remedy said somewhat wistfully. It would be nice to have a door, and a lock, and her own computer. She frowned as she reached the logical conclusion of what having her own room would mean. “But I wouldn’t get to sleep on Big Sis’ bed anymore.”“We get to sleep on Big Sis’ bed?” Tattletail asked, eyes wide, then her face shifted into a huge, toothy grin. “I’m going to wrap her in my tail so she wants to sleep next to me the most.”“Nuh-uh,” Remedy said. “There’s a pecking order, and you’re at the bottom now. You only get to skip up the list if you’re having a nightmare. And not a fake one, I’d know.”Tattletail sniffed. “We’ll see,” she said before clicking on the refresh button. It took a minute for all the things on the screen to disappear and come back, and by the time it was done there were a few comments.(Showing page 01 of 01)► BrightFlare87Replied on February 14th, 2011:Yikes, that grammar alone screams ‘Wards age.’ That or you’re a boomer.► NegativeHumilityReplied on February 14th, 2011:Not in it for the heroics huh? That’s alright, I guess. You might want to look into the more corporate side of things, they tend to pay out a lot more. Lower risk too, usually. Not as morally righteous, but if you don’t care for idealism then it’s the way to go.► I_Lost_My_Acog (PRT Trooper)Replied on February 14th, 2011:If you’re contemplating joining the local Wards, then the best move would be to phone the local PRT headquarters (the number is the same in every city) and ask for an admission interview. You should get the opportunity to talk to someone who will be able to guide you through the process.► SanestSithReplied on February 14th, 2011:Hey Op,Don’t forget that if you want to join the Wards and keep any semblance of control over your identity, it might be best to go out and do something public before joining up, otherwise they’ll railroad your identity.► Off-Centre-GG (Glory Girl Fanatic)Replied on February 14th, 2011:Join New Wave! You’ll have to unmask, but you’ll get to spend time with Glory Girl (and the others too)► Sam_MinimumReplied on February 14th, 2011:@ SanestSithThe Protectorate wouldn’t do that.► BlackWizard (verified technomancer)Replied on February 14th, 2011:Just be careful, OP. A lawyer might be a bit pricey, but it’s worth having one while discussing any sort of contract, especially one with

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a government agency like the PRT. Once you’re in, it’s damned near impossible to get out.Tattletail hummed as she read all the comments that had already appeared. “I think I have an idea. A genius idea. We’re going to make so much money.”Remedy had a bad feeling in the pit of her tummy. “What kind of idea?”“The best kind,” Tattetail said as her face twisted into a grin that Remedy didn’t have the words to describe. It was very smug. “Actually, I do need to look up one more thing.”She tabbed out of the PHO page, then, as soon as she got to the browser’s homepage (which was of course the Glory Girl fanclub homepage) she sighed and typed into the url box. A moment later the browser opened up onto the SuperVillain wikia, specifically the Undersiders’ page. She started flipping through every member’s page, even if some were nearly empty.“Oh yeah,” Tattletail said as she scrolled down. “This will most definitely probably work. I need a phone.”“Don’t use the home phone, or they’ll know where Big Sis lives,” Remedy said.“I know that.” Tattletail stood up. “You can go back to looking at pictures of Glory Girl’s legs now,” she said before walking towards the kitchen. “Pop! I need you to steal someone’s phone. It’s for Onee-sama!”Remedy huffed. She could worry about all that later. For now, she had her internet back, and that was all that mattered.