Spying on my sister shower

2020.11.26 23:20 dbfassbinder My spying on shower sister

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Nagoya, Japan
Tuesday, August 2nd, 2050
In retrospect, it was a good thing Kiyo and I took the opportunity to have some alone time when we had the chance. Spare time became rarer and rarer as the weeks went on.
I suppose I ought to have expected it. If I wasn’t dealing with a report back to Fera, a late-night call from Kiyo, or a petty errand from Maggie, I was on the hook to help Headmaster Tachibana test his new and improved Peace Bond every weekend. This was all on top of regular classes, club time, and homework! I was beginning to feel like I was on a military campaign again, only without my goblin manservant, Dewdrop, to offload mundane tasks on. I couldn’t truly relax, since I had to be ready to jump at a moment’s notice.
At the very least, I had some progress to report back to the high command. I could honestly say that I had ingratiated myself with the Headmaster of the school and was simply waiting for an opportunity to betray him. That seemed to placate Fera, at least in the short term.
As did my faster response times. As much as I missed Kiyo’s physical presence, there were benefits. Fera had begun complaining about waiting an extra week every time she sent me a message. Now that I slept alone alone, I could get ready first thing in the morning much faster without having to drag Kiyo out of bed. That gave me time to check my mail before morning exercise with the group for our exercise sessions. I hadn’t received any letters in about a week, and I seemed overdue.
Sure enough, amid my normal deluge of junk mail was the newest missive from Australia. I hid it under my bed, since I wouldn’t have time to read it, reply and dispose of it properly until class was done for the day. I wasn’t about to make the same mistake as before and put it off for weeks on end, of course.
I stepped back into the elevator, having made my delivery. I was about to push the button when a voice came from behind me. “Who do you keep getting letters from, Magpie?”
I nearly cried out in my shock. A calloused hand wrapped around mine without an obvious source. “Kiyo, what are you doing?”
She came into view, wearing her exercise gear. She was looking quite disheveled, having abandoned her makeup and habit of tying her hair up. “I asked my question first. Who’s Harriet Oswald?”
I’d prepared for that, thankfully. “A friend of the family. She was my father’s godmother. I’ve never met her in person, but she seems like a sweet woman.”
Her eyes narrowed, and I noticed they had prominent rings beneath them. “Why doesn’t she just use SatoChat like a normal person? Letters are expensive.”
“She says she likes the formality of it.” I felt the color leave my face. “Wait, how did you know that name?”
“Saw it on the letter in your hand,” she said.
“Just how long did you follow me? We agreed, no more recon.”
“I’ve been on the elevator a bit. I wanted to surprise you.” She poked me in the chest. “Why’re you being defensive about it? Are you hiding something?”
Oh, my dear, let me count the secrets. I took a calming breath before I continued. “You popped in out of nowhere and started throwing around questions and accusations. It’s bound to make anyone defensive!”
“I’d think you’d be used to that,” she said. “You always thought it was cute before.”
“The popping in out of nowhere, yes. It adds a spice to things. The questions and accusations aren’t quite as lovable.” I wrapped my arms around her. “Now, think about it for a moment. How could I possibly be carrying on anything untoward with a woman in Australia? By post, no less.”
She closed her eyes and settled into me. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I haven’t been thinking straight lately.”
I ran a hand through her hair. “You aren’t looking your best, if I can say so.”
“Haven’t been sleeping good,” she said. “The homework’s worse than before. I keep pulling all nightery.”
“I did wonder where you found time to study. My phone’s always buzzing with your messages.”
“I miss you so much,” she muttered. “Am I pinging you too much?”
“A little,” I said. “I need to focus on my schoolwork, too.” Devils don’t feel guilt, you understand, but there was something that felt off about claiming schoolwork was what kept me busy. She was right to be suspicious, just not for the reasons her jealous mind had invented.
Her eyes brightened up for the first time since she’d ambushed me. “Hey, I got it! I’ll throw my classes on purpose. That way, I’ll get demoted and we’ll be together again!”
“I see you’re going with the Yukiko approach.” Her industrialist parents had forced her to earn terrible grades, despite her skills, as a way of keeping their heiress off the front lines. She’d seen sense since then, thankfully. “Please, don’t. I guarantee you, if they do demote you, they’ll send you to another class.”
“I hate this stupid school,” she said.
“Let’s not dwell on that, shall we? And Kiyo?”
“No more recon.” I looked her dead in the eyes. If Kiyo saw the wrong thing at the wrong time, I was on a one-way trip to a Wizard Corps prison. I doubted I’d be treated as gently as Haru had.
“No,” I said. “If I had my way, you’d be at my side all the time. That isn’t the reality we’re living, tragically.” That at least was honest enough.
“You’re acting like you have something to hide,” she said, her voice tinged with suspicion.
“It isn’t about hiding or not hiding,” I said. “If they catch you sneaking around using your affinity to spy on people again, you’ll get more than a slap on the wrist! They know about your old recon habits now. This is for your sake, not mine.”
She met my gaze before sighing. “Fine. I still hate this stupid school.”
“Understandably! I’m just as miserable as you are.”
“I guess. Oh, do you want to hang out after club time tonight?”
“I can’t, I’m afraid,” I said. “Ms. Edwards and I are getting close to a breakthrough on my affinity, and she’s quite insistent that I be there.” That was true, not that it was what we were going to talk about.
Kiyo cursed under her breath. “Then let’s skip the morning run. We can go off somewhere.”
“Remember what happened last time? Rose barely covered for us when Mr. Maki showed up for a ‘random inspection.’”
She grumbled and gripped me harder. “Fine. Not today. Let’s get to the gym before somebody thinks we’re taking up too much time. Just promise me something.”
“Yes, my dear?”
“If I need you, and I mean really need you, you drop whatever you’re doing. I-I’m not in a good place right now.”
“I don’t know…” I trailed off. Blast her miserable doe eyes. “I have responsibilities, and you do, too.” My resolve melted like an ice cube on the surface of the sun. “Put those away, it isn’t fair!”
“Promise me. You have to do things like that. It’s all there in the boyfriend/girlfriend contract.”
“If you promise you’ll take better care of yourself,” I said. “You need to sleep sometimes. Spending all night on SatoChat with me isn’t making you any happier.”
“Sure it is,” she said. “It’s the most time we have alone anymore.”
“These circles beg to differ,” I said, running a thumb beneath her eye. “So, do we have a bargain?”
She bit her lip before hesitantly nodding. “Yeah, I guess.” She gave me a knowing smirk. “You’re always more worried about me than I am.”
“I’m sure that is somewhere in the boyfriend/girlfriend contract,” I said.
“If I ever write it down, it sure will be,” she replied.
My phone buzzed with a typo-laden message from Rose asking where we were. “We’ve pushed our luck as much as we can.”
“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m looking forward to our morning runs now, just ‘cause you’re there,” she said. “It feels like I’m in Magpie withdrawal when you aren’t around.”
“There are worse addictions,” I said, pushing the elevator button to send us on our way. I thought I’d solved the situation pretty handily, all things considered. Her sentiment was touching, but worrying. Not that I didn’t miss her dearly, but a desperate Kiyo was likely to turn invisible and see something that she shouldn’t.
It was harder getting away from Kiyo after club time was over. Not only because she seemed more miserable, though she was better put together after she had showered and made herself up for the day. That was a relief; her pathetic state that morning had pulled at my heartstrings. No, she simply didn’t take no for an answer as she tried every angle she could dream up to intrude on my meeting with Maggie.
“I can be moral support,” she said. Her voice echoed in the empty hallway near Ms. Edwards’ homeroom.
“The training mostly involves sitting quietly and meditating,” I replied.
“Then I’ll be quiet moral support,” she said. “I’ll turn invisible and hide in the corner. Mrs. Edwards doesn’t have to know!”
“Afterwards,” I said. “We can figure something out afterwards, but she’s operating under the same orders as all of the other teachers. She’ll never let you get away with it, and if you break in, we’ll both be in trouble. Stop making me be the villain here!”
“Fine,” she groused. “Afterwards.”
“Stop, don’t leave angry,” I said, grabbing her arm as she spun around. I checked my phone and confirmed the time. “We have a few minutes before I’ll be missed.” I pulled us into an unlocked supply closet. The smell of bleach and molding rags was overwhelming, but at least we had a little privacy. “What did you want to talk about?”
“I don’t like you spending all this time with her,” she said. “There’s something off about Ms. Edwards.”
“Really? You want to waste our precious time on that?” As always, Kiyo was a good judge of character. At least, where I wasn’t concerned. I’d have to throw her off the scent. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
“You knew her before you came here,” she said. “And she’s prettier than me. Of course I’m worried.”
“I mean, if you like redheads. I’ve always been more partial to raven hair, personally,” I said, playing with her ponytail.
“We both know your type is female,” she said.
“That isn’t true,” I said. “Mrs. Perera does nothing for me. And your stock is much nicer than Lucile’s.”
“Great, you think I’m sexier than a gun and a grandma!”
So much for using humor to defuse the tension. “What I’m saying is, you don’t need to be jealous.”
“I guess,” she said, settling into my arms. “I’ll shut up and enjoy the time we have.”
My phone burst out into song. “I suppose that’s Ms. Edwards wondering where I am.” I sent a text saying I was on the way, but didn’t leave just yet. This was a delicate moment.
“Ugh! Fine, go be responsible.” She crossed her arms under her chest and stepped away from me.
“No, no, that won’t do at all,” I said. “I won’t leave you with a frown like that.” If I left her in a funk, there was a chance she’d get it in her head to stalk us, and Maggie was bound to say something incriminating.
“Don’t know what else I’m supposed to do,” she said. “I spent so many months chasing after Hiro, thinking nobody would ever notice me. You did, and everything was great. Then the stupid headmaster tore you away from me.”
“Maybe you ought to find something else to fill that time,” I said. “Spending all of your time dwelling on it can’t make you happier.”
“Easy for you to say,” she said. “You don’t need me as badly as I need you. If I was hit by a bus, you’d have another girlfriend in a week. You like flirting and hitting on people. The idea terrifies me. I’m glad you came to me first.”
“You’re misremembering things,” I said, easing closer. “You confessed to me first. I never heard anything like it in my whole life.”
She snorted and avoided my gaze. “Yeah, right. People love you around here, and that’s after you screwed up the old club. No way I’m the first person to say who confessed to you.”
“No, it’s the truth,” I said. To be fair, Mother hadn’t been much for tender feelings even before she defected to the Grim Horde, if you believed Father’s accounts. Fera’s conditional marriage offer had been extremely cold and mercenary. I believed in the depth of Kiyo’s feelings for me and, as much as love is the Enemy’s delusion, the weak part of me craved it from her.
As miserable as she was, she deserved to hear it. I cupped her face in my hand. “Listen to me, and believe it for once, damn it! My eyes wander, but my heart doesn’t. The idea of doing anything to hurt you makes me ill. You talked so casually about being hit by a bus, and it made me ill! So, what if we see each other less? So, what if we can’t make love as often? I’m yours, and you’re mine. I need you to stop walking around, convinced that I’m sneaking around behind your back. It’s nonsense, and you’ll only drive yourself insane.”
She gulped, her eyes watering. “Dang, man. That’s… Dang.” She gulped again. “You’re always doing that to me, Magpie. Riling me up right before you have to go somewhere.”
I flashed her my winningest smile. “What can I say? Always leave them wanting more. Do you promise to relax?”
She nodded. “Alright, Magpie. I trust you.”
Those were the words I’d hoped to hear, though my stomach sank. I did care, but my motives weren’t exactly pure. “That’s a-”
“Besides, if you ever do cheat on me, I have Lucile.” Her neutral expression made me wonder how much she was kidding.
I chose to laugh along with the potential joke. “Exactly. Now, I must be going, before Ms. Edwards blows a gasket.”
“It’s too late for that!” Ms. Edwards flung the door open. “I thought I heard voices in here!” The real Holy Sister Shrike was among us for a moment, unmasked and enraged. When she noticed Kiyo, however, the normal façade went up. “Ms. Jones? Oh my, what are you doing in here? Don’t you have homework to do?”
“Y-yeah,” she said. “Have fun, Magpie. Not too much, but enough to keep you going until we talk later. I want to be the highlight of your day.” Kiyo’s expressions and body language were often opaque, but I’d learned how to interpret her. She walked off with more confidence than I’d seen with her since the Headmaster had invaded my bathroom.
At least one of us did. Sweat sprang to my brow as Maggie fixed me with an annoyed grimace.
“Trust me, my dear,” I called after her. “You will be.”

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2020.11.23 19:36 Veryangryacorn Spying on my sister shower

“Riley! I need you to do this for me! Please?” My Aunt Gerry begged on the phone.
“You ask me to do this every year and every year, I refuse. What makes you think this year is any different?” I questioned her.
“It’s my last year! I have to win! You know ole Kerry Wheeler has some dirty trick up her sleeve. I just need you to find out what.” She said.
Every year Aunt Gerry participated in the pumpkin growing contest in Byron County. Every year, she gets beat by Ms. Wheeler. She always asked me to figure out how she’s growing her pumpkins so large. Normally, Ms. Wheeler had to hire a crew to lift hers into the back of a pick up. Aunt Gerry can only get hers to grow big enough that she has to put it in the back seat of her truck. They’ve been at it for 50 years and each year, Ms. Wheeler has won. Ever since I started in the P.I. business she’s been begging me to snoop.
“You know I could lose my job?” I questioned.
“No you won’t! You’re the best they have!” She said. She was feeding my ego and unfortunately, I couldn’t say no.
“Fine. I’ll see what I can do.” I told her.
“Thank you dear! Now I have to go! Martha’s here to help me with the cats!” Click.
I’d like to say I know it’s illegal that I chose to spy on Ms. Wheeler but you have to admit, it’s very strange that she’s won for 46 years straight. Mr. Wheeler moved several states away and while they’re still married, they live very separate lives.
I parked an under cover car down the road from Ms. Wheelers farm and set up with some binocular in the tree outside her farm. She fortunately lived on the outskirts of town and I could use the tree’s and vegetation as cover. I could see her pumpkin already and it was three times the size of Aunt Gerry’s. I watched Ms. Wheeler come out and measure the pumpkin. She inspected it while talking to it. I saw her drag a trash bag out of the shed as well as some gardening tools. Nothing special so far, maybe the ground was just more fertile?
The hole she dug was shallow and once it got near the roots of the pumpkin, she carefully dug around them. She sprinkled something in the ground and I made a mental note to see what it was. I watched as she started to pull something out of the ground. I dropped my binoculars when I saw what it was.
She pulled a human skull out of the ground. From a trash bag, I saw her produce a human arm and place it in the ground. She covered it up before dragging the bag back to the shed and washing off her tools and hands. I must have been seeing things, right? When she was in the house and I felt it was safe, I ran over to the pumpkin. I dug around until I found what I was looking for. A finger was protruding out of the ground. She fertilizes her pumpkins with human flesh.
I still couldn’t believe it and ran toward the shed. Before I opened the door the smell of death hit me. I grabbed the trash bag and opened it. Staring back at me was half a human skull with half it’s now gelatinous brain leaking out.
An alarm started going off in the shed. Shit. I looked on the wall and noticed a keypad. You must have to enter a code to keep the alarm from going off.
I heard her back door start to open and also heard a gunshot. She may be old but she can still shoot.
“Get away you devil!” She yelled. I ran back through the tree’s as a shot hit my arm. I kept running until I felt it was safe. I cut a strip off my shirt and used it as a makeshift tourniquet. I didn’t stop moving until I made it back to my car. I drove until I made it far enough away from her farm that I felt safe. I examined the damage on my arm. Just a graze although it would require some stitches. It would heal as long as I kept it clean. The hospital was unnecessary. I drove straight to Aunt Gerry’s door where I banged on the door like a maniac until she opened it.
“Riley? What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Body parts. She fertilizes her pumpkins with body parts.” I told her.
“What? Come in. Come inside.” Aunt Gerry commanded.
I walked in side and went straight to the fridge where I knew she kept the vodka. I poured myself a glass and drained it before she made her way to sit at the kitchen table. I took my jacket and shirt off so I could see the full extent. I brought my first aid kit and went straight to stitching once the vodka hit. I’ve never been more blessed to be a light weight.
“Tell me everything.” She said.
I told her. I told her I hid in a nearby tree with binoculars. I told her I watched her dig a hole and pull out a skull only to replace it with an arm. I told her about the gun. Aunt Gerry only laughed.
“That fool. She may be younger then me but she won’t win this year!” She told me.
“I have to report her.” I said. Aunt Gerry grabbed my hand and patted it.
“I don’t think you do, dear.” She said. I stared at her bewildered.
“Yes I do! This is bigger then you’re stupid pumpkin competition!” I yelled.
“What are you going to say? You used your work knowledge to spy on an old lady for personal gain? You’ll lose the job you worked so hard for.” She said.
“I‘ll leave that part out.”
She shook her head.
“I will tell them. I’ll tell them you did it of your own accord with no legal reason behind it.” She warned. I finished sewing up my would and slammed the needle down.
“Why would you do that?!? Are you crazy?!?” I wanted answers and she would give them to me.
“I have been doing this for 50 years and each year, I’m bested by her. I know her dirty secret and I plan to use it.” She said.
“You can’t. It’s illegal!”
“Taking from the dead is not if people don’t know. I’m sure you have access to the morgue. I need you to grab whatever you can so we can speed this up.” She said.
“I will not.”
“You will or your career is over. You worked so hard, pushed through so much sexism and gosh, I’d hate to see you throw that away. I’ll tell them you confessed to getting the bodies for her and tried to kill me, her biggest competition.” She threatened.
I had no choice. I had to go through with it. I would not let this be the end of my career.
The next Thursday, I was to deliver Aunt Gerry a body. She thought a whole body would be enough to catch up to Ms. Wheeler. On Wednesday, I snuck out to the graveyard. Taking a body from the morgue would be too difficult, too many camera’s and I would have to use my access card to get in. Instead, I drove out to the local cemetery. There was a funeral that morning and Aunt Gerry said the fresher the better!
I got to work digging up the dirt. I was so focused I didn’t see the light coming towards me or hear the man shouting. I only knew someone was there when he pushed me from behind.
“What are you doing? Keep your hands where I can see them!” He commanded.
“Please. I need you to turn a blind eye. Just this once.” I begged.
“Yeah right. I’m calling the cops.” He said, grabbing his phone.
I panicked. I hit him with my shovel. I kept hitting until his head was a bloody pulp. It wasn’t until his brain was splattered all over the place that I stopped. I panicked. I drug him to my car and tossed him in the back of my car.
I got in my seat and steeled my nerves. I had to get it together. I was an investigator, I could remove the evidence. I grabbed a trash bag and dug up the bloody earth. I took it with me. Unfortunately, crime doesn’t stop and a call came in. I jumped when my phone rang.
“It’s Riley.” I said as calmly as possible.
“We have a job for you. Woman called and said she’s willing to pay whatever we want for us to figure out who was spying on her.” My boss said.
“Is there anyone else available?” I prayed someone was available.
“No. She requested you. Get out there. The address is **** Washington Ave. Report back what you find.”
Ice hit my veins. That was Ms. Wheelers address. My arm wasn’t healed completely and was starting to leak goo. I may be going crazy but it smelled like pumpkin. I had to get this job done.
“Can I have her phone number? I’m under the weather right now. I’ll get out to her place soon.” I assured him.
Sigh Fine. It’s -0911. Don’t screw this up.” *click.
I still had a body in my car. I had to take care of this. I punched in her number and heard the dial tone before her sweet voice hit.
“Wheeler Farms.” She answered.
“Hello. My name is Riley. I’m the P.I. assigned to your case. What can I do for you?”
“Oh, Riley Owens? Gertrudes adopted niece? What a coincidence! Someone was nosing around my award winning pumpkins. I want you lovely folk to find out who did it.”
“Do you have any suspicions?”
“Yes! Your aunt. There’s also Ms. Williams who has tried to find out my secret formula but she can’t even beat your aunt!” She gave a short laugh.
“Okay. I’ll be over to your farm in a few days to inspect the scene. This is my number I’m calling from, give me a call if you think of anything.”
“I will dear! Thank you!” click
I took another breath. It was time to end this with Aunt Gerry.
I drove the grounds keeper to Aunt Gerry’s house. I rang the doorbell and heard her feet shuffling over.
“Riley! Did you get the package?” She asked.
“Yes. Can I be done now?” I was panicking again.
“Oh you need to put him in the ground! But be careful of the roots!” She warned.
“No. I brought the body. Our deal is over.”
She reached for the phone.
“Sure would be a shame if I called in a report that my dear niece snapped from the pressure of her job and stole a body? Right?” She was already dialing 911.
“Stop! I’ll handle it!” I was a very unwilling party.
She told me to drive over to the pumpkin patch and dig a hole for the body. I did. I dragged him out of the trunk of my car and pushed him in the hole. I threw up once. Aunt Gerry just said it’s more nutrients for the pumpkin.
I covered the body and could now pretend nothing happened. I lit a fire in Aunt Gerry’s back yard and burned my clothes, the wooden handle of the shovel, and attempted to burn my tarp. Aunt Gerry let me wear one of her nightgowns home. I told her to please never contact me again. I cleaned up in the shower and also used a bit of bleach. Hoping to put this all behind me, I went to bed. My arm was looking better, still oozing pumpkin juice, but better!
I arrived at Ms. Wheelers house two days later and knocked on her door. She popped her little head out the door.
“Can I help you?” She asked.
“Hi! I’m P.I. Owens. We spoke on the phone.” I said, reaching out to shake her hand.
“Ah yes! Hello! The situation has been handled. I’ll still pay. Have a good day!” She said as she slammed the door in my face. I called my boss who gave me my next assignment. On the way to my car, I thought I saw Ms. Williams car around back. But Ms. Wheeler could have just gotten a new car, right? Besides, I didn’t want to be around her any longer then necessary. I really thought this was over when I walked away.
A week before the competition Aunt Gerry tried to contact me. She said it was an emergency and I needed to come see her as it may be my last chance. I, being dumb and gullible, drove straight to her house. She was on the front porch, rocking in her swing.
“Riley! How nice of you to join me!” She said.
“I thought you were dying.”
“I am. Just not as quickly as you thought. Come inside. Let’s talk.” She hopped off the swing and went inside. I foolishly followed.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Oh dear. Remember those cameras I had installed around the farm? Look what they caught!” She said in a sing song voice. She pulled up a video on her tablet and on it, was me. Digging the hole. Burying the body. I tightened my grip on the video.
“What. Do. You. Want.” I asked one last time.
“I think I can give that Wheeler bitch competition but I need more of that fertilizer. You understand what I’m asking, right?”
“Of course.”
“Good girl. Go do it!” She said.
“Can I use your tarp? Mine was thrown into the fire from last time.”
“Of course dear. There’s one in the shed.”
I retrieved the tarp and a machete from the shed. My actions were not my own. I needed to free myself. I worked so many trash part time jobs to get where I am today. No one will take it away from me.
I walked back inside and into the kitchen where Aunt Gerry was on the chair.
“What are you doing dear?” She asked.
“What I should have done that night.” I said.
I pushed her out of the chair and onto the floor. She can’t get up on her own and kept asking me what I was doing and why would I do this. I didn’t listen. It took a few cuts and some stabs but eventually, her screaming stopped.
“I’ll win this damn competition for you. It’s only right you use your own blood to win.” I told her dead body.
I dragged her outside and made quick work of putting her on the other side of the pumpkin and disposing of the evidence. I came back by every day to put her special concoction of fertilizer on the roots and water it. The pumpkin grew to triple it’s size.
A week passed and the day of the competition was upon us. The pumpkin was so large I had to hire help to move it. The only problem was I had to move the bodies first. The roots of the pumpkin were rooted in each body and each body smelled awful. I dragged them out of the ground and threw them in the wood pile before I set it ablaze.
“Are you proud now, Aunt Gerry?” I mocked.
The nice boys from town brought a trailer and a small hoard of scrawny boys that managed to lift the pumpkin on the trailer. They made quick work of getting the pumpkin there safely and unloading it in Aunt Gerry’s spot. Ms. Wheeler walked up to me when she saw me standing next to the pumpkin.
“Riley Owens? Where’s your Aunt?” Ms Wheeler said.
“Feeling under the weather. The rules say family can stand in for family. Your pumpkin looks good!” I complimented.
“So does yours. Best of luck sweetie!” She said. She walked back to hers.
The judges let a few special kids draw a face on the pumpkins. Some kid drew an angry face on mine. The competition began as soon as the last kid was done.
“Welcome to the 266th annual pumpkin competition! I’m Mayor Rennolds! We’ve got several competitors but I think we can clearly point out the front runners! I’d also like to take this time to let you all know the police are here. If any of you have any information on the disappearance of Ms. Williams, please let us know. The cops are still tirelessly looking for her.”
My blood ran cold again. Could Ms. Wheeler have assumed it was her snooping on the farm that day and gotten revenge? Is that why she was so quick to shut the door? Maybe it was really Ms. Williams car I saw that day. I glanced over and she had no look of remorse on her face. Mayor Rennolds continued.
“Let’s cut right to it! Ms. Gertrude’s niece is here to fill in for her. She’s not in the best health these days. Let’s get down to weighing these monsters!” He announced.
They put Ms. Wheeler’s pumpkin on the scale.
“76.82 pounds for our reigning champ! One day we’ll find out her secret! Next up, what did you say your name was sweetie?” He asked.
“Riley. Riley Owens.”
“Ms. Riley Owens!”
They moved Ms. Wheelers pumpkin off the scale and placed mine dead center. The angry face stared me down. I watched the scale with anticipation.
“63.98! So sorry my dear but Ms. Wheeler is the winner!” He announced.
This couldn’t be. I worked so hard for this. I sacrificed a lot. I have nightmares every night because of this stupid pumpkins competition. I swear my bullet wound is still leaking pumpkin juice.
“You sacrificed so much and you still lost. I knew my sister should have never adopted you.” A voice said.
I looked at the pumpkin and could have sworn it was talking.
“It’s me dear. You’re dear old Aunt who loved you so much. Now, I never have to leave you. We can be together forever!” Aunt Gerry’s voice said.
I lost it. I grabbed a sledge hammer and attacked the pumpkin. The whole time, Aunt Gerry was taunting me. Telling me I was worth nothing and that she should have disowned me years ago. The pumpkin smelled just like Aunt Gerry. I could have sworn she possessed this pumpkin. Security came and dragged me away from the pumpkin. Ms. Wheeler came up to see me.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“No you murdered. I’m not.” I spat. I ran out of there. I ran to my car in the parking lot.
I went to Aunt Gerry’s house and went out back. All the pumpkins seemed to have her voice.
“Riley! Look at me!” One pumpkin said.
“How does it feel to be a murderer?” Another asked.
I grabbed a sledgehammer and went to work smashing each pumpkin. I made it to the last pumpkin.
“You got anything to say to me?” I asked.
“I was just trying to do my job.” Said the voice of the grounds keeper.
“I’m so sorry. She made me.” I told him. The pumpkin formed his face.
“You had a choice and you chose selfishly. You will never be forgiven.” He said.
He kept spewing hate until I smashed him too.
I grabbed whatever flammable liquids I could find and drenched Aunt Gerry’s house as well as the pumpkins and watched it burn. I threw my phone, ID, and anything that could track me in the fire. I walked away and never looked back.
It’s been years. I’ve moved on. I changed my name and move often. I’m wanted in that small town for the murder of my Aunt. I heard Ms. Wheeler passed away a few years ago, still undefeated in the pumpkin growing contest. The police found her dead and leaking pumpkin guys from her wounds. They found human and animal remains in her basement. I carry around a load of guilt. If I had reported her, could I have saved her victims? Probably not. It’s been enough years and I’m tired. I still can’t look at pumpkins. I swear they talk. Recently, I cut myself and I swear pumpkin seeds came out. I can’t do this anymore. The people deserve the truth.
It’s time to go home.
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2020.11.20 22:04 jacktherambler Dragonstone - Chapter 48

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“No. No, you’re wrong, Rhi, it’s impossible. How could you even know? You can’t know. You’re just guessing. That’s all it is. A guess.”
I’m pacing. I know I’m pacing. I’m wearing furrows in the deck boards of Rhi’s cabin. She sits behind her desk and watches me pace, her face unreadable. Blank. Devoid of any sort of indication toward any emotion. She sat me down and decided to inform me that she is certain I am Aldrich Rin, eldest child and only son of deposed Emperor Rin. Son to a murdered father, brother to a sister that may be leading an open rebellion, somewhere across the continent.
“You’re right. How could I know? Same age, no one cared to claim you, stabbed in the back and left to die in a river. Magical ability that seems in line with the news about Aubrey.”
“Rhi, it’s impossible. I’m just some farm boy that no one wanted. Another mouth they couldn’t afford to feed. Or maybe a street urchin that stole from the wrong merchant! Or just an unlucky kid who was attacked on the road and tossed into the water! I could be anyone. I’m just…me.”
“Do you believe it?” She asks, sighing. “Be honest with me, boy. Be honest with yourself.”
I stop pacing and rest my hands on her desk, bending over and feeling an overwhelming and sudden urge to vomit everywhere. Like someone gut punched me, I feel it in my stomach and I hate it.
“There’s no way to prove it.” I finally say, once that feeling passes. Or at least fades enough that I can open my mouth with slightly less worry that it will happen involuntarily. It doesn’t help that we’re on a ship and I hate ships, the ocean, I hate damn near everything right now.
“That isn’t what I asked.” She says, her voice gone quiet.
“I don’t want to believe it.” I tell her, looking up and shaking my head. “I won’t believe it. I’m Ashur, spy, caught up in a storm of shit that I can’t get out of.”
“That isn’t an answer either.” She says. We’re interrupted by heavy fists pounding on the door. Rhi stands, cursing and tearing the door open.
“I said we weren’t to be interrupted!” She says. “What?”
“Captain, we can see Vylan’s Port.” The sailor is talking too fast, panicked.
“Shocking news. As we sail south, hugging the coast, we can see the largest port city on the eastern coast. Next you’ll tell me we can see Creia.”
“No, Captain. Vylan’s Port is on fire.”
Rhi furrows her brow, tilts her head.
“What, you mean like a warehouse? A dock?”
“No, Captain. The whole damn place, the whole city is on fire.”
Rhi pushes past and I follow. We climbs the stairs as fast as we can, feet thundering on the thick wooden boards, crashing onto the deck and racing to the railing. We didn’t even need to get to the railing. The sky is lit with an orange glow, a flickering glow of the expanse of fire that eats away at the city. Everyone watches a city burn, entranced.
Sailors weep, no shame in it. Ships push off from the docks, blazing beacons that will not make it out of port. People are dying. Every sailor knows someone in Vylan’s. Every single sailor. Wives, husbands, lovers, children, friends. Everyone on this ship isn’t just watching a city burn. They’re watching the people they love burn.
“The Molten Lord.” Liana says. “I did not think he would come so soon. Not while there was such uncertainty.”
“The Molten Lord.” I echo. “That is the most terrifying title I have ever heard.”
“You should see his dragons.” She says, staring at the fire, eyes distant. Then she tilts her head, listening to a keening sound on the wind. She looks up into the dimly lit sky, lit by that orange glow. Rhi and I both watch her.
“You should break out your arms.” She says, looking to Rhi. Then to me. “Quickly.”
“Fantastic.” I say, sighing. “We should set a course for a beautiful, sandy island, retire under the sun and be away from all of this.”
“Why do you sound like a man six times your age?” Liana asks. Rhi snorts, one of the first genuine laughs I’ve ever heard from the stoic Captain.
“He’s always been like that. It’s exhausting. He’s lying anyway, he hates the sand.” Rhi pokes and it’s my turn to snort a dry laugh. She isn’t wrong though. Or rather, she’s only slightly wrong.
“Correction. I hate everything.” I say. For the second time in as many days, someone shouts a word that we all hate. Except now it’s lost some of that excitement, nervousness. Now we’re just resigned to it, a simple fact of life.
On the bright side, I don’t have to think about my parentage anymore. Maybe not ever!
I’m not entirely sure how bright that bright side is but there isn’t much time to think about it. Metallic flames streak through the sky, engulfing smaller shapes in the streams of fire. Then from somewhere out in the water I see a flash of fire, close to the water. It’s followed by the crashing boom of thunder, from under a cloudless night sky. The sky is lightening with the approaching dawn and I can see that there is no storm building around us.
“What was that?” I ask. Arms hit me around the waist and I am on my back, my breath driven from my chest and my back in sudden, shocking pain. I’m going to have a severe bruise. Better than a massive hole in my chest, since a small orb of black metal fills the space that I stood in a heartbeat before. Liana is up, shouting, calling out a word I do not know.
“Cannons! We need to put distance between us and those ships!”
I sit up and look out into the darkness. I am horrified to see a dozen more flashes of fire, those same booming reports. Rhi is shouting commands, I watch a sailor simply…burst, hit by one of those cannons. Around us wood explodes in a shower of splinters, boards are torn apart.
I decide in that moment, in the growing light of dawn, that I have a new word to fear. One that might be worse than dragons.
I hate cannons.

Wind rushes around us, we hurtle toward the ship. It has been wounded and wounded badly. Men scamper on the shattered deck, shouting and driving back the smaller dragons with long, heavy spears. In the sky above I see dragons that shine as the metal plate of the knights I have come to know.
They fight with the same vigour. They turn themselves while in flight in ways that should not be possible. They snap and claw with precision. Perhaps the size of a Sapphire but bulkier, much thicker, built for fighting. Blows simply glance off their metallic scales, dozens of the smaller dragons claw and swarm in vain attempts to tear through those scales.
“Mahz! Help them!” I roar. Mahz takes the lead, faster than I am, gaining on the battle while Sergeant Dunstan clings to his back and keeps his head low.
“Those ships are heavy, low in the water!” Cassian shouts to be heard. “Bas might be able to tip them, or tear into that plating and burn them out!”
“Bas! Ships!” I roar. Bas nods, flying faster than even Mahz. He dives toward those two squat ships. They are unlike any ships I have ever seen. Armored, slow, low to the water. They spew fire in bursts along the length of the ship in a manner I have never seen before.
“Remember Oliver’s powder?” Cassian shouts. I feel a memory shared between us. A strange hue to the fire that burst from the ground, a coloring to the explosion that made it different than dragon fire. Or any fire I have ever seen.
“It’s the same!” They’ve made weapons from it!”
I can feel his agreement. I fold my wings in and dive toward the wooden ship, seeing sailors point to the sky and shout. I am close to the ship when I open my wings, stopping my descent. I snatch two of the smaller dragons that were harassing the sailors in my claws, squeezing until I hear their shrieking, then throw them as hard as I can. They both hit the ocean and cast a violent spray, sinking beneath the waves and disappearing into the depths.
Cassian sits higher, unstrapping his long lance from the armor I wear and punching the tip through another small dragon, the fine point meant for armor and easily spearing the dragon. I lift higher, the ship’s crew able to fend off the remaining dragons with their long spears.
“Prae, Bas needs help!” Cassian calls out. I look and see that Bas does need help. Men in strange clothes have opened hatches on their ships and poured out, using long cylinders that puff flame and smoke. Bas is in flight, putting his body and armor between these strangely clothed sailors and Danilow. I push myself toward them, flying just above the waves, wingtips cutting and sending up a spray. I fly at the long edge of the ship and see the puffs of fire and smoke. I bank, feeling the wind of projectiles pass close enough that Cassian might have been able to reach out and touch them.
If he had reached out, it would have taken his arm off. I level again and loose as much fire as I can manage, engulfing the side of the ship in green flames. Men scream when the flames sweep over the top of the ship, some of them throwing themselves into the water and others are less fortunate and die where they stand. I hear the cracking of those weapons from the other ship, feel the impact on my scales, turning my body to protect Cassian.
They do not see Bas return, striking from above. Gray fire consumes them and scorches the metal, the sound of dragon fire roaring across the waves. The ships remain afloat and safe, spouting smoke and flame and projectiles at the wooden ship.
“Claws in, tip it!” Cassian shouts, pointing. Bas and I sink our claws through the steel, both of us on one side of the ship. I dig my back and front claws in, resting my weight on them. I look to Bas. He is ready. We pull, rocking our bodies. From inside the ship I hear shouting, panicked cries. The ship rises on one side, lifting from the water, then rocks back again. It crashes against the water, unsteady.
“Once more!” Bas roars.
We pull back and the ship hangs there, precarious. Then it tips towards us. We release our claws and push off, flying back just far enough. The screaming becomes worse, screams of pain and horror as the ship tips onto the steel plated top, immediately listing as water gushes in through those same hatches that once poured men forth.
Danilow pumps her fist in the air and cheers. Then she yelps and pulls her hand down, blood already pouring from a wound. Behind us more sailors have come from the bowels of the second ship, carrying those same weapons. One of them has somehow made a hole in Danilow’s hand. She urges Bas over, he obeys. She leaps from his back and lands on the ship, hard, knees buckling as she drops into a roll. Cassian urges me to follow them and I do.
It takes seconds for Danilow to rise to her feet, draw her short legion sword, and cut a path through the sailors, enraged. She ducks clumsy swings from scared men who do not seem used to warfare in such close quarters. Danilow carves her way through five, six, seven of them. She moves like Cassian does and when he leaps off and lands, drawing his own sword, it is too much for these sailors. They throw down their strange weapons and raise their hands in surrender.
I look above, watching Mahz toss one of the smaller dragons down from the sky. The ones that shine like steel have won, have turned the tide with Mahz’s help. A dozen of them remain, taking flight together, as a flock. Odd. It is like the decision was made for all that survived, and at once. I can feel the same curiosity from Cassian.
“Which one of you shot me?!” Danilow shouts, wrapping a piece of cloth around her hand, furious. “Fires below, that hurts. What in the fires below was that?!”
“The ship is coming.” Bas says. I see that he is right, the wooden ship that we saved has begun a wide turn to come to where we stand on this steel plated ship. Mahz remains in the sky with these dragons that I have never seen before.
“Do you think they will be friendly?” Cassian asks.
“Friendlier than these ones.” I tell him, looking at the strange sailors and smelling them. They smell human. They look human. They are human. Yet, they are not like the humans of this continent.
So they have come. In force. Humans and dragons, together.
We are many years behind them, then.
That concerns me.

We are saved.
By dragon riders.
“Ever seen that before?” Rhi asks me.
“No.” I say.
“Of course.” Liana says, as if it was a stupid question. We have enough time to stare at her but she does not answer further. Apparently dragon riders are quite normal where she is from. That scares me, what other horrible mysteries remain about where she comes from?
Too many. One more mystery is too many.
Our helmsman easily guides the ship into position beside the squat, steel covered ship. A few of the sailors move a gangplank into position, connecting the ships. Rhi directs others to take prisoners and search the interior of the ship. I watch the dragons.
I’ve seen Emerald dragons before. Green scales, horns that remind you of the twists of forest branches, scales that blend them with terrain. Not one the ocean, of course, but in a forest they are nigh impossible to see before they’ve got teeth in you.
I’ve seen Citrine too. We’ve used them to spy for years, they’re the ones I’m most comfortable with. This one that hangs in the sky above us is larger than any Citrine I’ve ever seen.
I’ve only ever heard of Moonstone. Grays. I’m awed by this one. He is as large as an Onyx but he has the look of a Ruby about him. His scales are made for war but his fire scorched the steel of the ship beneath his claws. His rider is a woman, she looks Legion if I had to guess. She’s nursing a hole in her hand, must be from those weapons.
“Amazing.” I breath the word, shaking my head. We’ve been rescued by dragons.
The man that directs is somehow familiar to me. Somehow. He has the bearing of a Knight, not a legionnaire but a man born for war. Sailors obey him without question and Rhi doesn’t argue it. He commands with ease and carries himself like a man that could cut his way through our ship without breaking more than a light sweat.
He is near the Emerald and I watch how they move. It is as if they communicate without words. The Knight steps back and the dragon moves with him, they look in the same direction at the same time. I step on the gangplank behind Rhi and Liana, down to the steel of the ship. Once there, we spread out.
“Captain Riannon Flynt.” Rhi sticks out a hand and the Knight takes it, eyebrows raised.
The Captain Flynt? Pleasure to meet you, really. You’re a legend on the waves.” Rhi shrugs and smiles, then nods.
“I am, aren’t I? This is Liana, the Lady of Steel.”
I look around, watching the steel dragons returning from their battle above, using their wings to hover in place around the ships. The Citrine has done the same, joining the ring. Liana greets them and then I step forward, from behind where I was obscured by Rhi and Liana.
“This is Ashur-” Rhi gets that many words out before there is a sword under my chin and a dragon’s teeth bared a few feet from my face. I freeze, not daring to breath, let alone move. Rhi has a knife against the Knight’s armor, a joint where she can slip the blade in. Liana has not moved and watches with curiosity.
“Milos.” The Knight growls the word. “How dare you wear that skin again!”
“I think, maybe, you have me confused for someone else.” I manage through gritted teeth, wincing as the point of the blade digs into my skin and draws blood. The Knight doesn’t so much as blink when Rhi slides the point of her blade a little deeper, probably pricking his skin too. The Emerald’s claws dig into the steel and I know that if this goes poorly, no one walks away.
“When did he join your crew?” The Knight asks Rhi.
“Years ago. I found him, half dead, didn’t remember a thing.” She says. Then she pulls her blade free and sheathes it. “You know who he is, don’t you?”
“It cannot be.” The Emerald leans down, sniffing. “You…you died. But you do not smell like…him. Knight Gardiner, I believe you should remove your blade. Any further damage might be considered treason.”
Knight Gardiner does and I rub the spot, feeling the slickness of blood on my fingers and the pain of the new cut there. He stares at me, eyes hard. The Emerald’s eyes look teary. I look at Rhi, she looks at me.
“We have to take him to see her.” The Knight says. The Emerald nods.
“We have completed our task.” The dragon rumbles, snout almost touching me. “We must take the boy.”
“That isn’t a request.” The Citrine adds. “In case you weren’t clear.”
“I know.” Rhi says. “Liana should go too. You and her have some things to talk about.”
“Rhi-” I start to object.
She holds up a hand to stop me.
“You’re not a spy anymore, you don’t have to hide anymore, it’s time for this. Besides, you hate the ocean and I don’t want you throwing up all over my new ship.”
“New ship?” I ask.
“Yeah. New ship. I figure that one of these fine sailors will be more than willing to teach us all about this thing. Dragons got to eat, after all, and I don’t know how many mouths I’m willing to feed beyond my own crew.”
Hands go up from the sailors, eager to prove that they deserve to be fed, and not fed to a dragon. Rhi would never be that cruel. I think.
“Thank you.” I say. “For everything. You-”
“No.” She says, eyes hard, a finger wagging in my face. “Don’t you dare, boy. I’ll see you soon. You watch him, dragon. And you, Knight Gardiner.”
She wags that finger at the two of them.
“Little shit is like a son to me, understand?”
“Yes ma’am.” The dragon and Knight answer as one. For some reason I believe the dragon when he says that. I believe that he really does understand.
Guess I’m not a spy anymore.
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2020.11.11 14:07 GasStationJack Escape From Bedside Manor (Part 8)

Part: -1- -2- -3- -4- -5- -6- -7-
This time, when we came to around the dinner table, the screams were almost entirely subdued. I went from getting my head crushed beneath Koda’s mammoth paw to sitting next to Jerry in a confusing instant, but in the moment before I died, I started making plans.
Bridget and Tobias leapt to their feet and embraced. “My darling,” she screamed with crocodile tears, “I thought you were dead!”
I also jumped up. Except I went onto the table. Before I could dive across, Wolfgang already had his knife out. I screamed for Hope to move, to get out of the way, but she just sat there, resigned to her fate. Wolfgang stabbed her in the throat, and I speared into him.
His chair rolled backwards, we crashed to the floor, and somewhere along the way he shoved his bony knee into my face and ran out the door. The little bastard was quick. And he was getting better. Hope died almost instantly this time.
“Fuck!” I screamed, getting to my feet. “He’s just gonna keep doing that every single time!”
Tobias looked around and asked, “What happened?”
I answered, still in screaming mode, “A fucking polar bear ate us because we couldn’t find the stupid attic key! This game is bullshit!”
I heard a growling noise and shut right up. It was coming from nearby… No, worse, it was coming from inside me! The seriousness of the situation slowly dawned on me in a jumbled mess of thoughts.
That was my stomach growling, which makes sense. I haven’t eaten in days. But that means our hunger level--like our memory--doesn’t reset after each iteration. Which means, we’re probably all starving right now at different rates, depending on who stayed alive the longest. But then what happens when the hunger gets too strong? What happens when we don’t have the strength to continue? Do we just start dying and restarting and starving over and over forever?
A loud chime interrupted my thoughts.
“Ah, goodie! It seems that the detective has finally arrived. Perhaps he can help us sort out this ghastly affair.”
Everybody screamed some version of “shut the fuck up” at Nathaniel. Not surprisingly, he didn’t seem too bothered by it.
We charged into the great hall, but before we could start barricading the door again, the detective let himself in and began screaming at us, “Everybody listen! Stop screwing around and solve the damned mystery!”
“MAKE US!” Jerry yelled before walking up and spitting into the detective’s face.
“You consistently underestimate the seriousness of this situation and overestimate your own competence. I will not continue to spoon feed you help. If you fail, you shall have no one but yourselves to blame. And I promise, I will let you fail. In the meantime, if you have any questions, Mr. Cholmondeley is at your disposal.”
Much to our surprise, he then turned around, opened the door, and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to make the chandeliers rock.
Jerry turned back to look at us with a triumphant win-face and said, “Ha! That’s one problem solved. What’s next?”
Nathaniel tapped his way into the room, saying, “I believe now would be an excellent time for us all to come together and work as a team if we are to solve the mystery of Bedside Manor.”
“Oh shut the fuck up!” spat Loren. “You’re not even real.” She picked up the poker by the fireplace and proceeded to thwack him over the head repeatedly, with enough force to decapitate any normal human. Nathaniel just stood there and took it with a smile.
“Feel better?” Jerry asked.
“A little, actually. Yeah. You wanna try?” She offered him the poker. He accepted as she added, “It’s quite therapeutic.”
Before Jerry began his turn on the human(?) punching bag, my stomach rumbled again, loud enough to get Claire’s attention.
”You’re hungry,” she said without moving her lips.
So are you, I thought.
She nodded.
“I have a bag of trail mix in my room.” I said to the group. “Split six ways, it won’t go far, but at least it will hold us over until we’re forced to eat Nathaniel.”
“It’s probably not safe,” Tobias announced, as if we needed someone to state the obvious.
Jerry responded, “It should be fine if we cook him well enough.”
“I meant leaving the great hall.”
“How about we put it to a vote?” Loren suggested. “All in favor of going to Jack’s room?” She raised her hand. Jerry raised both of his. Claire was next. Then Bridget. Then, finally, Tobias. “I guess it’s unanimous, then.”
Nathaniel--with his head almost completely flattened--spoke up with the same detached cheerfulness we’d come to expect from him. “I recommend we stay where we are. I believe we haven’t yet found all the clues in this area. Perhaps if we were to continue our search, we can bla bla bla bla bla...” I didn’t hear the last part of whatever he was selling. We’d already left by then.
We stuck together as a group (finally!). Not that it really mattered; I’d already seen what one bear could do to a half dozen able-bodied people. If there were more booby-traps or Saw-games waiting for us, no amount of teamwork would guarantee our safety.
We stayed quiet until we reached the landing of the third floor, when Loren asked her sister if it was safe.
“I don’t know,” Claire said. “It’s like listening for a whisper in a room full of screaming.”
I turned around to see if Tobias noticed. It was rather brave for them to be speaking so candidly around a spy and a member of a supernatural exploitation think tank. That’s when I realized, neither of them were moving their lips.
Loren asked Claire if we could trust everyone.
“There’s a darkness here like I’ve never seen, hiding deep inside one of us. Like the boy, only worse.”
Loren understood. She told Claire to stay close, no matter what.
I probably should have been a little more interested in the fact that Loren was tapped into our mental WiFi network, but the thing about traumatic paranormal murder disasters that nobody ever tells you is this: eventually, you hit a plateau, where nothing really surprises you anymore.
When we reached the Woodrow Harper suite, Jerry made the valiant offer to go in by himself. He had the fire poker resting over his shoulder and a big, dumb smile on his face. I realized with equal parts annoyance and admiration that he was actually having fun with this.
“I’ll go with you,” I said.
“Me too,” added Tobias.
Loren stepped up. “We’ll all go.”
Jerry walked up to the door, took a deep breath, and said, “Alright! Let’s do this!” Then, with a short charge forward, he kicked the door open. “Shit, that kinda hurt,” he muttered under his breath before rushing inside. He kept the fire poker extended, making light-saber noises as he swung and pointed it in every direction. The rest of us followed closely. A few seconds passed, but spikes didn’t fall from the ceiling, the room didn’t start filling with sand, and the door didn’t slam shut of its own accord. It appeared as if we were safe. For now.
Bridget looked around and commented, “Your room is a lot smaller than ours.”
Jerry lowered his weapon before responding, “This is a weird time to flex, but go on with your bad self, Bridget.”
I found my stuff right where I’d left it: in a pile in the bathroom. The bag of trail mix was sitting on top of my crumpled up t-shirt and jeans. Not much left in the way of sustenance (plus Jerry had already picked out most of the M&M’s), but if it could stave off hunger for even a few more minutes, I’d take what I could get. Then, quite suddenly, another thought occurred to me. Jerry’s pants were on the floor by the shower, but that wasn’t where he left them. No, he carried them back into the room when we grabbed the stun gun… but was that before or after the reset point?
I checked his pocket. Sure enough, the stun gun was still there. And more importantly, it still had a cartridge in place. Things were looking up.
Tobias called from the bedroom, “You good in there, Jack?”
I hid the weapon in my waistband under the suit jacket and returned to the others. “Found it!” I said, just before a surge of electricity ran up my spine.
Claire pointed at the armoire next to me and screamed, “Jack, look out!”
The door opened and Wolfgang lunged at me with an axe. I barely managed to fall back in time to miss a direct hit to the face. Wolfgang had found himself a new weapon. It was a bold decision that was going to cost him dearly. He wasn’t so practiced with this one, and as soon as his swing missed, he lost his balance and hit the floor. I quickly jumped on top of the axe. Wolfgang grabbed the handle and pulled, but he wasn’t strong enough to wrestle it away from me.
His next go-to move was a desperate charge towards the door, but Jerry cut him off before he could escape. He held the poker out like a rapier and said in a calming voice, “Alright, buddy, time for you to chill out. Now, we aren’t going to hurt you, but you need to--”
That was all the time it took for me to line up my shot and fire the stun gun. The prongs landed in the center of his back and immediately sent him into a seizing, electrified fit on the ground. Tobias wasted no time grabbing the bookshelf, pulling it free from the wall, and toppling it over onto the boy, pinning him in place.
“Jesus!” Jerry yelled. “Calm down, guys! I think we got him.”
I dragged the axe over. Wolfgang was trapped beneath the shelf and books, all except for his head and a portion of one of his hands. He was screaming, cursing, thrashing, repeating himself over and over about how much he hated us and how he was going to cut our faces off and gut us and etc. He was an annoying little shit, and an objectively terrible person. But he was also still a kid, and I took absolutely no pleasure in what I was about to do. Jerry saw the weapon in my hand and the look on my face.
“Whoa, whoa, dude!” he stepped over to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “You don’t have to kill him.”
“Oh, I wasn’t going to kill him.”
Wolfgang suddenly stopped screaming.
There was an unusual note of concern in Jerry’s voice. “Well… What are you going to do?”
I whispered back to him, “Will you take the others and leave us alone? I… I don’t want any of them to see this part.”
It took a little convincing, but Jerry managed to get the rest of them out of there. I locked the door behind us. Now it was just me and Wolfgang.
I took a seat on the ground next to where he was still struggling to break free. It was a noble but futile effort from a broken body. There was blood pooling around his neck, and he smelled like he’d probably pissed himself.
“I’m not fucking afraid of you,” he said rather menacingly for someone in his predicament.
“I know.”
“Go ahead and do your worst.”
I took my time finding the right words. I stared at the axe in my lap. Of all the weapons Wolfgang could have chosen, he went with this. If he’d jumped out at me with a knife or a molotov cocktail or even a sharp pair of scissors, we probably wouldn’t be having this conversation. But he’d overestimated his own ability. Lucky me.
“You’ve been alive the longest out of any of us, haven’t you?”
He tried to move his head, to look me in the eyes, but the shelf had his neck locked in place. “What?” he asked.
“I’ve just been thinking. You lasted a couple hours the first night. Who knows how long you really made it after the squirrels got your mom. And then what? How long did you stay alive in this house by yourself after Koda got the rest of us? I’m just saying, you’ve probably been hunting for a while now, burning a lot of energy. And you never even got to eat dinner.”
“Why are you still talking to me?”
I took the handful of trail mix out of my jacket pocket. This would have been my portion, about one-sixth of the bag. Mostly raisins, but in that instant, it looked like Christmas dinner.
I poured it all into a pile in front of Wolfgang’s face. Right where he had to look at it. Close enough that he could smell it, but impossibly far. I could feel his hunger. It was ferocious. He struggled to move, but the broken bones held him still. He screamed and stretched out his tongue, but the food would stay there, just out of reach, until he bled out or starved to death.
I climbed back to my feet, wished him well, and went to join the others in the hallway, hoping the door would be enough to muffle his screams. Claire couldn’t look me in the eyes, which I took as proof she knew what I had done. Jerry took the axe from me and said softly, “Dude, why don’t you just let me go in there and, you know, finish him off? It’s not even a big deal. Life is meaningless, remember? You didn’t have to do it like this.”
But I did. I needed Wolfgang to hate me. I needed him absolutely, blindingly furious with me. I needed his hatred of me to overcome his senses so that when he died, when he came back, the only thing he could think of was revenge. That was the only way we could save Hope.
Tobias took charge and changed the subject. “I think we can take this experience as evidence that bedrooms aren’t trap rooms. It might be a good idea to continue searching for supplies. Maybe there was something in Hope’s suite we can use to get out of this mess.”
I was already headed for the stairs. “What are we waiting for then?”
Hope’s suite was even bigger than ours. (Not that I was jealous or anything. I just found it interesting.) There was plenty of space to explore. Tobias and Bridget started raiding the kitchenette. The sisters checked the walk-in closet. Jerry went to the bathroom. I went straight for the bedroom and found exactly what I was looking for right away. My backpack was sitting there on the mattress like it was waiting for me.
I unzipped it and hastily threw everything out onto the ground. It was all there, just like she said. My socks and underwear. My phone charger. My rolled-up t-shirts. And the bag of medicines. I reached in and pulled out the first prescription bottle, but noticed right away that it felt lighter than it should have. I popped off the lid to confirm my worst suspicion. It was empty. So was the next bottle. And the next… All of my medicine was gone.
Where did it go? Did Wolfgang do this just to screw with me? Did the house do it? Why?!
“Knock knock.”
I looked up to see Bridget standing in the doorway. She was alone. I didn’t like that fact one bit. I held it together for now and asked, “Can I help you?”
“We understand each other, right?”
I waited for an elaboration a little too long before saying, “What?”
“Don’t play dumb.”
“I’m not playing. This is the way God made me.”
“Look, I need to make sure we’re all on the same page.”
“And what page is that?”
“There’s a lot at stake, Jack. We all have secrets. Tobias doesn’t need to know mine. And nobody needs to know yours.”
I got to my feet and returned her accusatory stare. “What exactly do you think you know about me?”
“I know what you are. I’ve seen your type a thousand times. Never met one so clever though. It’s quite the act. You’ve got them all fooled. Even little Claire, although I think she’s starting to suspect.”
“Listen, Bridget, if I can speak candidly for a second… I don’t give a single solitary fuck about you and Tobias.”
She smiled. “Good.”
On that note, she turned and left.
A half-second later, I felt something touching my ankle. I looked down to see a long, green arm reaching out from underneath the bed, the fingers twisting into a vice grip around my good leg. It yanked, and I hit the ground. Then, it retracted, pulling me across the floor with it.
I screamed for help as loud as I could as the thing dragged into the dark space below the bed. The light got further and further away. The hand pulled me deeper and deeper. Soon, I was immersed in complete darkness. It was cold. I was still moving. And then... I wasn’t.
I tried to open my eyes, only to find that they were already open. Wherever I was, there wasn’t any light anywhere. I waited for the world to stop spinning before I tried taking a step. I couldn’t find my footing and braced for the fall, but it never came. I was already down, lying on my back. The floor below me felt like refrigerated wood. I sat up and instantly regretted it.
My forehead smacked against something solid. I fell back and put my hands against the swelling knot from the impact and felt something solid with both of my elbows. I reached up and felt the surface I’d just smacked into. Cold wood. Then I touched the walls on either side of me. Cold. Wood.
Oh shit. It finally came to me. I’m inside of a coffin. Aren’t I?
An unwelcome but familiar voice emerged from a speaker close to my feet.
“Hello, investigator!” Nathaniel. “It would appear that you have fallen victim to one of Bedside Manor’s many perils. A most dangerous trap indeed. But not to worry! There is still time for your fellow investigators to solve this puzzle and save your life. You are currently buried somewhere on the manor’s property with exactly one hour’s worth of oxygen remaining.”
Well this sucks, I thought. But at least I have some time to relax and gather my thoughts. And if I know Jerry, he’ll have me out of this trap in the next ten minutes.
I closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable.
The lights were all back on. I looked around to find myself once again sitting at the dining room table. Evidently, my time had run out, and I’d suffocated in the coffin. That sucked. I would have very much preferred not dying. Still, there were much worse ways I could have gone. And maybe this time, we could do it better.
That voice had come from directly across from me. From the furious boy clutching a knife in his hand. The one who just jumped onto his chair... then onto the table. There was bloody murder in his eyes.
Oh! My plan worked! He had completely overlooked his mother, and now he was running towards… Oh shit! I didn’t think this far ahead! I thought I’d have more time to figure it out, more time to know how to react, but Wolfgang was charging at me faster than I could think. He clenched his teeth and stabbed at my face.
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2020.11.11 10:53 MollokoPlus Sister shower my spying on

My Party has recently overthrown the Lord of a small Township, now I need a bunch of pesky petitions they have to deal with.

  1. My neighbour is moving the border stones
  2. The sewage in the streets are making my boots dirty
  3. The graveyard isn‘t being tended to and has attracted a ghoul
4.The local beer is lumpy
  1. The tailors son has slept with multiple married men/women
6.local adventurers are destabilizing the economy by flooding the market with ancient, still-viable coins /u LordsOfJoop
7."My neighbors are putting up signs on their shop windows that are blatant caricatures of me." /u LordsOfJoop
8.city guards requesting funds be allocated for the creation and maintenance of a specialized team to counter the recent spats of unsolved murders /u LordsOfJoop
9.previous king's extended family requesting a military escort to the edge of the regional border and financing for their trip to their ancestral homeland /u LordsOfJoop
10."Three words, Your Highness: wandering animal golems." /u LordsOfJoop
11.Someone keeps shaving all my sheep. /u halfdecent
  1. Every time I go into my basement I find Adventurers looking for treasure and killing all the rats. /u halfdecent
  2. I want to build a second story to my house but zoning laws require a max height of 17 feet. /u Coopster45
(following 9 are from /u Splicex42) 14.The son of the blacksmith keeps throwing rocks at houses, he broke already 3 windows.
15.The daughter of the niece of my uncle 3rd degree hear from the brother of my mothers cousin that the sister of my nephew saw some suspicious people at the graveyard. (make it something worth investing, but don't give them names, so they need to figure out the family mess xD)
16.The local cow does not give milk anymore
17.I could swear that the river has less water in the last few days
18.I can't decide what to wear tomorrow and my friends told me to come here and ask
19.Can we have some extra coins? Copper Silver and Gold are not enough, can we get something smaller?
20.My neighbor cut off the brach of my apple tree that was reaching over his border, but that's still my tree!
21.My neighbor stole my shovel and insist that it's his. (The guy actually borrowed the shower many years ago and never give it back, but forgot about it)
22.The squirrels in the trees are observing me and chasing away my customers. I'm sure they are spies of [Enter evil here]
23.We are representatives of the First Union of Coexisting Kobolds, and we wish to become responsible members of society. /u ElZoof
24.The kobolds are using bad words, may we burn them? /U ElZoof
25.Dear Your Majesty; it's really annoying that the tides keep going in and out. It'd be so much more simpler if they could just pick one position and stay there. Could you find the time to do something about this? /u Kandoras
26.Sir, the previous ruler issued a law which made it a capitol offense to open a banana from the wrong end, but he neglected to specify which end was wrong. Could you clear this up for us so that we may once again enjoy bananas? /u Kandoras
27.Every adventurer that comes through town seems to think they have the right to enter our houses, open up all our wardrobes, smash all the pottery, and rifle through any chest they see. Please outlaw this unneighborly behavior, or at least issue a proclamation of jus primus furari /u Kandoras
  1. Could the rules for what is and what isn’t illegal to do with a corpse be specified, asking for a friend. /u Chimera64000
(Following 5 from /u MutatedMutton) 29.The local Satyr and Nymph population in the nearby forest have been ignoring the noise (and indecent exposure) complaints that accompany their nightly revelry. Could you please do something about them? Signed, your sleepless villagers
30.Come on, man. Don't be a party pooper. Signed, your favourite forest dwellers.
31.Sire, we have been getting contingents of new adventurers trying to sell us rusted goblin weapons, bloodied, battered bandit armour, random beast parts and all sorts of junk and getting upset when we don't accept. Please put out a proclamation to stop this from happening again. Signed your local merchants.
32.Dear Mr King, we put up with these petty quests for your town and accepted the meagre award with the expectation that we could at least make up the difference by selling vendor trash we collected from the dungeon. Adventuring gear isn't cheap so either tell your citizens to up their reward loot or accept the usual exhange of one silver coin for rat guts as is customary where Im from. Signed Adventuring Dragonborn
33.Your Highness, a village commoner carlessly kicked a common house cat and well... 6 villagers have already fallen to this beast. We request assistance from the royal guard to subdue this beast. Signed "Glad to have rolled high in CON"
(Next 4 Credit to /u PutridMeatPuppet) 34.Legalize polygamy.
35.Prohibit the practice of (name of religion).
36.Stop the piracy on our trade routes !
37.Stop the bandits on our borders.
38.I got turned into Lizard by witch./u emkonr
39.I have suspicion of this lady being a witch! She turned me into a newt... No worries, though. I got better. /u Captain_wah
40.My door's hinge is slightly off, and I need [5 obscure and/or difficult to obtain items that are seemingly metallic] to fix it. (They do not specify which hinge)/u Captain_wah
41.My neighbor claims he should get half of my new chicks as he adopted the wild rooster that fertilized the eggs /u Oh_God_Why_TF
42.Outlaw the Church of (insert God here). /u Walter_Delay
43.An Owlbear has taken over my barn and eaten two of my sheep. We need help to get rid of it. /u Walter_Delay
44.The Students of the local Bard College are out of control and are using their magic willy nilly. /u Walter_Delay
( I'm new to this, please advise me if I'm doing something wrong)
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2020.11.09 19:00 Sooperdude24 Spying sister shower my on

Some words from u/eruwenn and I. Enjoy?
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    Chae’Sol stood at the centre of a large command deck, meticulously peeling the protective film from his new captain’s chair. The sensation of the slow but steady yielding of the film, the sweeping line following the contours of the seat in flowing curves; it was incredibly satisfying. Finally, with one last gentle pull, the last of his chair was uncovered and he stood back to admire his throne. Aside from the freshness of the seating itself, there were shiny new holo displays, touch sensors, and comms relays that were within easy reach of his seated fingertips. This ship would be the jewel in any fleet, a prototype Dreadnought made by the infamous Bardul of Shi’an. The Gowe Military faction had run into financial problems, and it had been left unpaid and unclaimed. What sorcery Kadir had used to find it, and purchase it, he did not know.
His comms unit beeped and Danyd’s voice came through. “Chae’S-” -He grumbled incoherently- “Captain, we’re ready to get underway.”
The Niham turned and sat back on his pristine chair, swinging his long legs over the armrest. “That was quick, Chief Engineer Ef’Yto
Danyd grunted at the use of his title. “Aye, these Awakened are efficient bastards.” The Satryn looked around at the enormous engineering bay. The entirety of the Porkchop Express could comfortably sit inside, and two of them could likely squeeze in. “Plus, this thing has never been used; feels weird not having anything to work on. It’s state of the art, and I’m having to read the manuals on half the new systems.”
Chae’Sol laughed, looking around at the Awakened as they were preparing their workstations. “Yeah, this command deck is a little intimidating. Even the Niham Armada didn’t have ships like this. There are fifteen weapons stations here, what in Tulseria’s name were the Gowe planning to do with this thing?”
“No idea.” The chief engineer walked to the large seat in front of his new work terminal, and hopped up onto it. The protective covering squeaked. “This thing has more firepower than half their fleet, it must have been something big. We’re lucky Kadir found out about the graveyard of unclaimed ships from one of his contacts.”
The newly-minted captain swung his legs down and sat up, straightening his black uniform and white collar. “That’s another thing: how does he have so many contacts? I was in the Tulseria-damned military, and I had no idea they would sell us fighters and weapons.”
“I know the feeling.” Danyd watched a junior engineer – Lily, an Awakened who wore a headband in her silver hair that sported long Kittran ears on it – begin running diagnostics on the Hoban Field Generator. “I'm aware he got the automated weapons for the system port from my people, somehow. As for how he accomplishes all he does, I think his time working with that fancy Anatidae councillor opened more than a couple of doors for him.”
Chae’Sol stood, running his fingers through his perfect hair. “Doors, windows, rear entrances and damned secret portals, all leading to a dark realm of shady deals and supplies. We have an Imperium Capital Ship for Tulseria’s sake! Nobody knows where he got it, or where he’s now hidden it.” He looked at his holo display, noting the specks springing blinking into existence as the other ships of Federation origin came to life. “Let’s just be glad he’s on our side.”
The chief engineer tugged at the green collar to his uniform. “Our side used to be a damn sight smaller.” Lily had finished her diagnostic tests and sent the results to his console. Her report included an adjustment that would create a potential three percent increase in crystal efficiency, and a small drawing of a smiling leokit with a crim-bar. He groaned, then reported back with, “We’re ready to go when you are.”
The Niham strode confidently across the command deck, stopping to stand in front of the huge vid screen at the front of the room. All around him were his crew, made up mostly from the Ashi, Awakened, and Kasurians. “Let’s get this show started.”
Jaym sat with a bowl of Tony the leokas cereal in front of her. It wasn't just a catchy advertising slogan - it really was great. She and Elizabeth had worked together so much in the engineering section of the Porkchop Express that they had become close, often spending their free time together. Indeed, Elizabeth currently sat opposite her, carefully rebuilding a power coupling and occasionally tapping at her datapad. Shortly after the results of her most recent tap played out, Elizabeth paused her work on the power coupling. Without speaking, she held up her datapad so that Jaym could see.
On the screen was Tony and his mate Jolie, and Skeena’s voice could be heard excitedly talking about collecting urine samples from the female. Jaym screwed up her face at first until Skeena announced the pregnancy test was positive. Tony was going to be a father! She couldn't contain her joy and screamed loudly, grabbing the screen and running all the way to the bridge to show the others.
Ranjaz was stretched out across the captain’s chair as Jaym burst in, and didn’t open his eyes until she began shaking his leg. Even then he didn’t pay much attention. “I told you not to let Elizabeth play with any more systems till after the mission.”
She blushed slightly, as their last improvement had inverted their water treatment system and blown six power couplings. "It's not that!" she said, holding up the datapad and starting the video. "Look!"
At the first syllable of Skeena's voice, Ranjaz sat bolt upright. The video held his full attention, and when Tony's impending fatherhood was announced the Kittran's whoops of delight could be heard all through the Porkchop Express. He reached underneath his seat and retrieved a small, fluffy bed, then picked up Aiov. Ranjaz led his unusual dance partner in a quick spin of joy before replaying the GalacTube video for her. “You’re going to be an Aunty!”
Eruwenn leaned back in the large seat that had once been Embar’s. “I didn’t think they were related?”
The Kittran nodded. “Aiov is Tony’s sister. Aaron adopted them both, and that’s how human families work. They just keep adding members, like a Dular adding shells to its burrow. Family is family.”
Cygna pressed a few buttons on her Navigator terminal, moving the video to the main screen as well as starting it over. “I still can’t believe you keep one of these under your seat. I mean, it’s a leokas!”
Ranjaz held Aiov up and they briefly rubbed noses. “Just a little one!”
The Anatidae laughed. “I can see living with the human has had quite a profound effect on you.”
With one of his trademark grins he held Aiov out towards Eruwenn. “Wanna nose rub?”
"Ah," the councillor said, shrinking back from the offer, "despite her size she is still a predator, and I am not quite ready for such a close encounter.”
From the pilot seat Ripley stood, taking Aiov from Ranjaz. “She is not a toy.” She briefly snuggled the tiny leokit to her chest, then passed her to Jaym. “Take her for food and exercise; she must grow up strong.”
Jaym also cuddled the wriggling Aiov close, and not just because the little leokit was adorable. Aiov had tripled in size, and was becoming a bit of a handful. “Thor was preparing her food; I’ll take her down to him.”
Once the junior engineer had left, and Ripley returned to the pilot seat, Ranjaz began tapping on the console in front of him. “Looks like we’ll be free to take the shuttle down to the surface with the next group.”
Cygna drummed her fingers on the arms of her chair. “I didn’t realise it would be so busy.”
Ranjaz shrugged. “There was a quake on the fourth planet, so mining colonies are shut down while the nerds poke around. Along with that, we got three big freighters waiting for resupply. That’s a lot of bored folks looking to kill time.” Ripley grunted, prompting a chuckle from the Kittran. “You don’t approve of their choice of leisure activity?”
After their few cycles together Eruwenn was already learning a lot about her shipmates. Ripley, for instance, wasn’t one for talking. She decided to interject before the Captain irritated her too much, as they would need her focus soon enough. “Gambling and pleasure palaces are not to everyone's taste, of course, but these sorts of things are covered under local governance.”
Without skipping a beat Ranjaz replied, “I know that’s the official line, but you sure as shit have tax codes for all of it. If you want to look down on folks, don’t pretend you aren’t profiting from it.”
Cygna, ever defensive of her mentor, jumped in. “That’s a bold statement for someone who never paid a credit in tax until it was automatically deducted from his Galactic Federation pay.”
Ranjaz laughed, then continued, keeping his voice care-free. “Taxed on what? I never owned anything.”
Eruwenn could see the trap her junior was walking into but decided to let this be a learning experience. The Kittran was wily, and the Anatidae found him entertaining. Cygna, as she had predicted, scoffed at his claims. “I’ve read your file. When you were arrested you had a ship, five shuttles and thousands in valuable goods confiscated.”
“Exactly!” His eyes lit up as he cornered her. “It was confiscated because it was stolen, so I didn’t own it. Imagine a world where you can keep stolen goods if you pay tax on them. Even I think that’s crazy.”
The Fae’Dan paused, and the anger evaporated from her voice as she realized what he had said, replaced by a slightly impressed tone of surprise. “Well, maybe, but… Really? You stole all of it?”
Ranjaz shrugged. “Or won it. I’m pretty good at Dalcho.”
Cygna perked up. “I play Dalcho myself, we shou-”
“No,” Eruwenn interrupted. Some lessons were too expensive. “Do not play Dalcho with someone who can get free priority entry permits to a casino.”
The former operative shook her head. “I’m a great player, you’ve seen me in the council chambers. I took that Ley’Rulian trader for five hundred credits.”
The Anatidae smiled kindly. “And he had five shuttles when he was arrested.”
Cygna slowly turned from Eruwenn to Ranjaz, noticing his grin and the sparkle in his eye. It was most definitely the smile of a predator. He gave a little chuckle. “Don’t worry, it’s been a long time since I played. No gambling on Galactic Federation ships, you know.” He laughed again. “Oh wait, you read my file.”
The Fae’Dan nodded. “Perhaps we should focus on the mission.” She gave a slight bow to Eruwenn before returning her attention to her console.
Ranjaz looked at Eruwenn and stuck out his tongue. “Don’t ruin my fun!”
The Ambassador smiled. “I don’t play Dalcho, but there is a human game called chess I quite enjoy. Perhaps we could play sometime?”
The Kittran gave a nod. Keeping his voice neutral, he replied. “I don’t know that one, but there’s another human game we could try. Poker?”
"We have permission to dock at the holding ring and send down a shuttle," Ripley abruptly called out. "Let’s get this whatever it is and make the rendez-vous.”
Both of Ranjaz’s fangs showed as he grinned. “If we’re going to pull a job on Chisola Prime, first you’re going to need to look the part!”
Aaron walked down the corridor of the Hive ship, the strange spiderlike creature trailing behind him as he followed one of the corpse vines as it receded deeper into the ship. He turned and watched the creature, which shrank back from him and crouched low to the ground. “I’m sorry I kicked you. You simply startled me; you don’t have to hide.”
The lighting never changed in the endless corridors of the ship, and only the most uninteresting of doors deigned open for him. At this point, he had lost track of time completely. Through perseverance he’d made several important discoveries. The bulbous shapes in the flower vase room were seats; he was fairly certain of that after finding another room with bodies sitting in them. The vines that came for them were the ones he was now following, and by now he must have seen hundreds of dead Hive.
The second discovery was that the Hive came in a variety of shapes and sizes. There were two main ones, as far as he could tell, and the first were the four legged kind that had so kindly thrown him in the rejuvenating jelly bean. The second was bipedal, and looked a hell of a lot meaner. While the ones he deemed workers looked somewhat like ants to him, in shades of reds and browns, the second type looked much more commanding. Their carapace had thicker layers of armour in green, gold and red, and was spiked at the shoulders and joints. Even their legs had spines and to top the look off their heads were much more angular. Whether they were soldiers, commanders, or something else, he didn’t know. Through observation of the corpses he had discovered the most confusing feature yet: a strange section in the centre of their abdomen that was filled with what seemed to be a grey fluid.
Ahead of him, not skittering away like the rest, was an aphid that no longer emitted a pale green glow. Something whooshed overhead towards the slow and sluggish aphid, and Aaron instinctively threw himself to the ground before he realized what it was. "That's how you get kicked!” He stood up, brushing himself off. “Fuck, that scares the ever-loving shit out of me every fucking time.”
The huge creature looked up at him and whined as it munched on the sick aphid. He was probably imagining the apology in its eyes, but Aaron still shook his head. “I know, I know. It’s your job. They clean the floors, you keep their population healthy. Just stop leaping over me like that, fuck. I’m going to have a heart attack.” It whined and backed away from his angry words, and he tried to keep his voice to calmer tones. “Don’t be like that. I’ve told you enough times.”
When he looked down the corridor again, the retreating corpse vines had disappeared around a corner. Aaron began to jog after them, and after he'd put some distance in he heard the pattering footsteps of his terrifying shadow. He tried to pay it no mind. Once the vines were back in sight he slowed and followed behind them, singing his direction song quietly to himself. “Left, right, straight. Left, left, right. Straight, straight, left, left. Right, right, straight, right, right.”
The ship was massive and, other than some areas smelling funkier than others, there was no variation in lighting, decoration or layout. The song was his map back to the rejuvenation pod, which was his only safe source of hydration. His companion padded along behind him, a friendly nightmare to accompany him on his seemingly endless journey. “We really need to give you a name.” He wished he had his phone with him so he could channel all his nervous energy into making a video. “The audience demands a name. Plus, I won’t be able to sell merch without one.” He turned and looked at the creature. “I’ll probably have to create space-halloween first, or maybe I’ll get lucky and find that you’re cute to some species.”
Aaron returned to following the corpse vine, waving a hand high as he spoke, gesticulating to the heavens. “The name is what matters: a good name makes all the difference.” He began seriously pondering the naming matter. “Aragog, Shelob; you know, lean into your size for a characterization. But then again, that's not really going to make people like you.” He looked back over his shoulder as the unnamed beast trotted happily behind him. He assumed happy, at least. It now tended to make an odd gurgling noise after eating, and it roamed closer to him than before. “You know, I never got to name Sassie – she’s my dog. I told you about her yesterday, or the day before.” He really was losing track of the days he’d been here. “I got her from a rescue. She was skinny, and so damn angry, with scars on her legs and under her fur. I had to have special visits before I could keep her. Prove I was worthy.”
Talking helped take his mind from the gnawing emptiness in his stomach. Hydration and nutrients osmotically obtained from some weird pod were nowhere near as satisfying as a burger and a cold beer. “Her first visit, she had a rubber ball. It was her only possession, and she loved it.” There was a touch of pride in his voice. “Took me an hour before she gave it up to play. The lady from the rescue centre said I was the first.” He choked up, blinking back tears. “Anyway, couple more visits and she got to stay. Crazy dog was such a handful. She once tried to climb a tree to chase a squirrel. Got her legs over the first branch and just dangled, kicking her back legs.” He began chuckling to himself. “She once tried to jump through a car window; some guy was parked at the lights as we walked past.”
He was just chatting now, lost in his memories as he walked. “You know the type, loud radio, windows rolled down on a sunny day, annoying the shit out of everyone in the town. He tossed some litter out of his window and she just launched herself at him. Scared the life out of me at the time - funny as fuck now, of course.” He laughed again. “Then there were the swans. Man, were they not ready. She loved to swim – I told you that before – swimming and splashing was her favourite release. Well, that and chasing rabbits which is, kinda, how I ended up here. Anyway, she would just swim up and down, right past the ducks and stuff, somehow never interested in them. Then one summer these swans came along...” He paused, realising his new friend didn’t know what a duck or a swan was, or even summer, probably. Before attempting to explain, he realised they also didn’t understand english, so it really didn’t matter. “Anyway, swans being belligerent bastards, I called her out of the water straight away. Those mean white fuckers chased her all the way to shore.”
He turned around, now grinning broadly. “But, once her feet hit the ground in the shallow water and she was able to stand, did those sons of bitches turn and swim away as fast as they could.” He paused, trying to remember his original point. He really was very hungry. “Oh yeah, so trying to stop her fighting everything that moved meant I didn’t have time to teach her a new name. Figured it would be confusing to her. Sassie she was, and so Sassie she stayed.”
There was a tightening in his chest as he thought of her missing him. “Took a lot of years and a lot of time for her to get where she is now. I know Alexa will take care of her, but still, it’s my job, and I need to get back to doing it. She won’t understand…” He choked up completely, taking a moment to compose himself before clearing his throat and returning his monologue to its original course. “Anyway, names. Names matter.”
“Maybe you’re a girl monster. Charlotte?” He shook his head. That name just didn’t seem fitting. “We could call you Peter Parker? Although, you’re more of a man-sized spider than a spiderman... Parker Peter? Then again, big, scary spiders say one thing to me. Australia. You like to jump, we could call you Roo? Or, how about Ozzy? Or Bruce? Hmm, that’s a sharks name though… can you swim?”
His train of thought derailed suddenly as he saw an open door ahead of them through which the vines were receding. The pair of them continued walking behind the vine until it disappeared into the doorway and Aaron ran forward, pulling something from his pocket. He’d been saving the foil wrapping from the ration bricks, folding them together to form a wedge. He jammed his makeshift door stop under the bottom corner of the door as it began to slide shut. It ground to a halt. “Boom! Told you it would work.”
He stood and finally looked into the vastness beyond. Through the doors was, somehow, a rolling meadow, complete with trees, giant mushrooms and plants he had no name for. Vines were also everywhere, receding further across the great wilderness. “What the hell? I thought I was on a spaceship? Am I underground?”
Staring intently at the sky, he stepped onto the deep moss beyond the door. He looked at the wall around the interior and saw it was rock, and more plant life clung to every crack and crevice. As he walked slowly forward his eyes followed the vine as it headed for a large, colourful, monolith. He approached and saw that its shape was similar to the vase flowers. He watched as the corpse vines deposited their cargo on top of the monolith. Not on, he corrected himself;they were dropping inside.
He looked back to the door, nervous that it might close and lock him in. A large black shadow lurked just beyond the door, and he was torn. Should he explore this 'outside' world, or retreat to the place where he at least had the rejuvenation pods? He looked up at the sky, basking in the warm and invigorating embrace of the sunlight. He blinked at the brightness, being cautious to not look at the sun directly, and something else suddenly caught his eye. It was, incredibly, a door. A door that floated in the sky.
The thing about human eyes is that they might be easily fooled, but a shift in perspective can easily change what you see to something entirely different. Aaron was looking up at a ceiling, like the one in the Atrium back on the Azrimad, but a hundred times more convincing.
Once back inside the doorway he watched the spiderling he was beginning to think of it as a friend dancing back and forth a short distance away. It seemed… happy. “Ok buddy, I’m back.” Aaron’s stomach made a loud gurgling sound and he rubbed it, trying to squeeze the hunger away. Fingers found muscle easier than usual, and he knew he was definitely losing weight. “We should head back. I need sleep.” He thought for a moment and made a final decision, bending down to pull the foil wedge clear. “I doubt there’s a communicator or command deck in there. Let’s go home, Ozzy.”
The trip back was uneventful, Aaron sang his direction song as they navigated the labyrinth. A few more aphids were snacked on by his leggy companion, but his own legs were heavy by the time he was almost back to the jelly beans. Despite being exhausted he had made two stops to create another pair of flower vases for the aphids, as well as scattering a ration brick as he passed by. The aphids waited, as they always did, till he and Ozzy were far enough away before enjoying his bounty. Still, the human derived satisfaction from their presence.
Exhausted and weary, Aaron was glad to finally make it back to the room he was reluctantly calling his temporary home. As the door to the rejuvenation pod slid open he was met, forcefully, by the barrel of an energy rifle. Unfortunately for Aaron, due to a considerable height difference, the barrel had struck him squarely in the groin, and he instantly fell to his knees. He came face to face with his attacker with tears in his eyes, clutching his tenderness and coughing. From the other being came incomprehensible yelling, as well as a lot of gun waving. Also, there was coughing.
Aaron, eventually mustering enough self-presence to do something other than deal with the after effects of the gun-to-groin encounter, wiped the moisture from his eyes and tried to butt in to the one-sided conversation. "Relax! I'm the one who just got snookered in the fucking balls, here! Why in the world are you so mad?"”
The gun was pressed to his forehead by the tiny attacker, who shouted something unintelligible with their black eyes focused on him. They paused to cough, then stepped back, glaring at Aaron until they seemed to feel comfortable enough with the situation to take one hand off of their weapon and pull out a datapad. They held it up, and Aaron frowned at the familiar but still unintelligible colours that swirled on the screen. Then a small vent at the bottom of the device squirted out a puff of sickly sweet scent.
Aaron pulled back from the odour. "What the fuck was that?"
With some distance between them, the human finally got a good look at his opponent. They were barely waist-height, furry, with a long nose and dark banding across their brown fur. The banding was heaviest across their eyes and although that’s where the similarities ended, it was enough for the human’s brain to forge a connection. “Listen, Rocket, there’s a virus on this ship. You need to get in the jelly bean. Trust me.”
The rifle was thrust at him shakily in one hand, the tablet again was raised and a swirl of colours and shapes greeted him. “I don’t speak fucking winamp plugin!” On the wall behind his captor Aaron spotted a dull orange aphid, struggling to climb the wall. He smiled as he slowly leaned to one side. “Have you met Ozzy?”
The huge arachnid leapt over them both, causing the newcomer to blindfire at the wall. Aaron seized his chance and snatched away the weapon. He grabbed the newcomer by the front of their armoured uniform and slammed them to the ground. They cried out in pain and began their incomprehensible yelling once more. The accompanying coughing fit was bad, and Aaron dragged them to their feet. Realising that his solitude had caused him to revert to English, he switched back to galactic standard to offer a warning about the disease. “You’re going to die!”
A shocked look crossed their face as the human effortlessly lifted them and slam dunked them into a blue jelly bean. Ozzy gurgled happily through his aphid crunching. Aaron snatched up the energy rifle, but found it was difficult to hold due to its small size. He leaned over the jelly bean, noting the occupant drifting off to sleep.
Hunger and tiredness were forgotten as adrenaline flooded his system. There was no way the newcomer was alone. He left the pod room to begin searching, and Ozzy seemed to pick up on his intention and followed behind, keeping close to the human. “Good boy!” He had no idea what prompted it, likely some automated response, and it was as though he watched his movements from outside of his body as he reached back and gently scratched the arachnid's head. He was rewarded with happy gurgles, or at least that's what he hoped the noises were. “You did good back there.”
He made his way along the corridor towards the same airlock he had once chosen as his final exit. His recent suspicion proved correct as he heard a strange sound up ahead, as if someone was running a wet finger around the rim of a glass. He carefully leaned around the curve and saw another figure, dressed in the same uniform as the first. No fur on this one, although they were equally small in size, and they somehow looked like they were made of glass which couldn’t decide on a colour.
This time he remembered to use galactic standard. “Keep your hands where we can see you. We’ve got you surrounded!” The figure was clearly startled, as the ambient resonating noise began varying wildly in pitch at the same moment as their colour shifted to a solid blue. Aaron cursed. He didn’t have a translator, having instead opted for learning standard and winging everything else. The whole federation knew standard, so he hadn’t truly considered getting the implant. “Something is wrong with our translators,” he continued to bluff. “Do you speak galactic standard?”
A datapad was hastily pulled from a pocket, and as buttons were pressed the resonating sound became more rhythmic. From the datapad sprung noises. No, it was a voice! “Why do you speak Procyon? Where is Commander Bertolannixostraphes?
Aaron began relaxing at the situation he found himself in, but inside he was brimming with joy. Finally, he could talk with someone! “There is a virus on this ship, and many are dead. If your commander is the raccoon-looking guy, I got them into a healing pod. They’re going to be fine.” Under his breath he added, “probably.”
The resonating began and shortly afterwards the voice translated, “Who are you? Why did you not answer our communications.”
Opting for honesty in the hopes of leniency, Aaron stepped into view. “I’m a passenger. I don’t have access to the ship's systems.” The newcomer was looking at the tiny gun, so the human tossed it forward. “I didn’t know if you were friendly. I can take you to your friend, and you should probably get treatment as well.”
The now-orange alien walked forward, their movement accompanied by the strange sound of ceramic plates rubbing together. “That won’t be a problem, we Tricinic do not catch meat diseases. I am Tsy'lo, take me to the commander.” They turned to look behind them. “Where are the others?”
Aaron pointed to Ozzy. “It’s just us two.”
Colours swirled and the small glass person thrummed. The datapad spoke, “You are the last human, the Ambassador. Correct?”
Turning and gesturing to be followed, he began to lead the way to the rejuvenation room. “I am the first human, Ambassador Aaron Cooper, professional bounty hunter. Just call me Aaron. Are you the rescue party? Is Alexa here? Did she bring Sassie?”
It took a moment for the translation to come back. “I don’t know those names. We are the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad and we responded to distress calls and found this ship. Adrift.” They had walked a little way when Tsy'lo stopped and regarded Ozzy, who was still faithfully following behind. “Why does the achalo follow you?”
“Ozzy?” Aaron shrugged. “I think he was lonely. So, were you sent into Hive space to find me, or are you on some top secret mission? You aren’t with the Sentinels, are you?”
“Lonely? But it is an achalo.” Tsy'lo was confused and their colour visibly swirled. “Why would a rescue mission be secret? And, we weren’t sent, we were already here.”
Now it was the human who was confused. “Like spies behind enemy lines? Is that why you are in Hive space?”
The Tricinic hummed at a higher frequency. “It is our space. We are the Hive!”
Admiral Pelar of the third fleet stood in the centre of the training mat. On the floor around her were four tough looking Ashi, while a fifth was now squaring off against her. She blocked the jab and the surprise knee strike that followed, turning effortlessly to bring her elbow to her opponents ribs. With another deft turn she was behind him and kicking his knees forward. He tried to roll clear but she had anticipated the move and, as he rose, her spinning boot struck the side of his head.
“Nice try gentlemen.” She walked away and caught a towel thrown by the drill instructor. “That last one has potential,” she said, and the drill instructor nodded. “Next time, I expect at least one of them to land a hit. If not, I’ll have you in the ring instead, to make sure you still have what it takes.” She saw the fear in his eyes. “I accept nothing but the best from the Third Fleet.”
The medics ran onto the mat as she dabbed at her forehead, and she spotted Jar’Bek sitting on a bench nearby. She walked over to him and he stood, straightening what was no doubt an extremely expensive suit. “From one disappointment to another.”
The lawyer smiled. “Imagine only seeing your son when he is paid to be in your presence,” he countered.
She smirked. “Your tongue is still your most deadly weapon.”
He nodded. “Ah, but it must make you proud to see me make use of the things you taught me.”
Her face twitched. “I taught you to be a true Ashi, a soldier. I taught you to respect-”
Jar’Bek held up his hand. “I’m here on my client’s business, not yours. And, as I am paid a considerable sum per gal, let us not waste their money on matters that are concluded.” He enjoyed the irritation on her face. “I am here to finalise the amnesty treaties, and conclude your membership as citizens of Earth.”
The Admiral held up her hands, looking down at her combat training clothing. “I must shower and change first. Please, wait for me in my private office.” She smiled politely.
“No.” His smile seemed to hover as if it was a mask that could slip at any time. “You may have disowned me, but I still remember your tricks. You knew the time of our meeting; you had me brought here so you could intimidate me with this display of aggression. Then you ask me to wait in your office amongst your memorabilia and trophies.” He watched the anger behind her eyes. “You really think these tired old tricks will work on me?”
She sneered. “At least you remember something.”
“Oh, I had the scars removed, but I kept the lessons.” He walked away. “My client's time is valuable and I have scheduled a meeting with the other fleet Admiral’s for later this cycle. Since we have no time for your games, let us go to the briefing room. My team is already set up. If you wish to shower, know that it is more of your negotiating time you are wasting, and I do so hate waste.” He collected his briefcase and walked out of the room.
Captain Loring hurried after Jar’Bek, catching him as he entered the elevator. “You sure you want to antagonise the Admiral like that?”
He leaned back against the wall of the elevator and relaxed, letting out a small sigh. “A little negotiating trick a Kittran taught me. Anyway, she is no longer my Admiral.”
Elora’Tan leaned back on the opposite wall. “She is your mother, Jar.”
“Ha.” Jar’Bek laughed. “She disowned me. This is the first contact we’ve had in I forget how many celes. Her first thought is to try and intimidate me with that display. She likes to beat on cadets, she likes to cause pain, and she wanted me to watch.”
Loring gave a weak smile. “It forges strong soldiers. We can’t afford weakness.”
The elevator stopped and Jar’Bek took a step closer to Elora’Tan. “You think it was weakness that made me leave?” He didn’t let her answer, turning and exiting into the hallway. His voice now resonated with authority as he growled, “In case you people have forgotten, the Ashi will operate under the same rules as the rest of the colony. My mother is not the law... I am the law.
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2020.11.06 21:14 sharkpickles Spying on my sister shower

so, my wife and i have been married about 20 years now. first met when we were 17...messed around awhile...then went off on our own, and got together when we were 20. we both just turned 40 recently.
it seems we're the best of...frenemies?
man, we fight like cats and dogs so often, lol...it's never come to violence, but damn, we've had some epic battles that have lasted all night...sometimes stretching over several days.
at this stage, it seems we've both accepted that we're stuck with each other. guys don't approach her, and women aren't interested in me.
we're both too weird, too complex, too opinionated, too set in our ways, and that's just unappealing to other members of the human race.
man, we could bicker about whether the sky's color is "azure" or "baby blue". we're literally the old married couple who constantly argues about every...little...thing.
yet we're totally attached to each other.
about a year ago, we were having another bare-knuckle verbal brawl on a friday evening. it was vicious. lurid. caustic. we were ragging each other down to the ground, man...it was brutal.
she finally stormed upstairs and locked me out of the bedroom.
about two hours later, i started getting terrible pains in my abdomen. later, i started feeling feverish and dizzy. i lay down...and about an hour later, i woke up doubled over in agony.
i went upstairs and knocked on the door. she opened up and took one look at me, and she said "come on, we're going to the ER."
we checked in. i was scared as hell...i'd never had surgery before. she held my hand and reminded me that everything would be ok, that she'd stay beside me and be there when i woke up.
and she did. and everything was all right.

back in 2008, we were having one of our usual toxic arguments around 9 pm. god, i seethed with loathing over how she was behaving...like a damn spoiled brat. a total immature asshole. i was so tempted to walk out on her horrible ass right then and there.
that's when she got a call from her sister.
her mom had just suddenly passed away from a heart attack. no warning. just gone.
i did all i could to comfort her. be there for her. i stayed up all night while she cried and sobbed. i went to walgreen's for her favorite ice cream. i cleaned the whole house and helped with the funeral arrangements. i even spoke with HR and finagled an arrangement so she could use PTO before she'd earned it, so she could take off the whole week.

it's insane how commonplace and usual this sort of thing has become. we get violently, hatefully angry and spiteful (but we've never gotten physical). we threaten to leave. we yell and accuse and swear and call each other the most disgusting insults you can imagine.
one time, she threw a full pot of macaroni and cheese into the living room. you never saw cheesy pasta bounce on carpet like that. at least the dog got a special treat, heh.
another time, i concealed my phone on the shelf over our bed with the camera facing down, set the camera to run when she got out of the shower, and observed her phone password. when she went to sleep, i rummaged through everything on her phone.
of course, there was nothing of note. oh, a little shit-talking to one of her friends...but we've never cheated or anything. it's just not something we've ever felt like doing. it's just sorta out of the question. neither of us really likes anyone else. we have insanely high expectations that we obviously don't meet ourselves, heh.
we've both left the house overnight a couple times, but nothing nefarious ever happened. we've both had hundreds of chances to fuck each other over. but we never have.
then, anywhere from 1 hour to 1 day later, we apologize and promise to never do it again. and within 1 day to 2-3 weeks, we're right back at it.
it's very confusing and odd.
at 6 pm, we'll be snuggling on the couch and watching Bojack. at 8 pm, we'll be screaming how we wish the other would die of colon cancer so we could start a new life with the life insurance money.
how can people who behave this way toward each other experience immediate changes in behavior and feelings the moment something bad happens?
we go from hateful and spiteful to tender and gentle in 30 seconds. or we come together a few hours later and sheepishly admit how stupid and horrible we were both being, and it's like it never happened.
again, and again, and again.
how is this even a thing? you'd think after 20 years we'd have gotten past all this...or broken up.
are some people just too alike to ever be with anyone else?
granted, we had similar childhoods. our fathers were overbearing, abusive, intimidating, and controlling. our mothers were emotionally unavailable.
we both experienced near-identical sexual abuse at near-identical ages (i was 7, she was 8).
we grew up 7 blocks from each other.
and that's just the beginning of our similarities.
sometimes we're so alike, it's almost scary. like mirror images, sometimes in conflict, other times in sync.
it's very bizarre.

for our recent anniversary, we got matching Spy vs. Spy tattoos (remember that?). i got the white spy on my left arm...she got the black spy on her right arm.
because we're so frequently the very best of enemies...and we're so alike that we usually anticipate what the other will say and do.
we literally finish each other's sentences, whether fighting or loving.
it's like two boxers who've been sparring for 20 years. neither lands a blow because they both know each other so well, they know every single move and punch and dodge, it's impossible to gain any type of advantage in the ring. and there's never a knockout. each match is reliably a draw.
i hurt her. she hurts me. we fight. we cry. we yell. we spout angry oaths and threaten divorce. we proclaim how we wish the other's mom had been a little more pro-choice, so we'd have been spared the lifelong agony of knowing each other.
then, a little later, we go out for pizza and have wild, primal sex. not at the same time.
it's crazy.

they say the ones who can make you laugh can make you cry. well, i'm here to tell you that's 100% true. probably the truest thing i've ever heard.
we both make each other die laughing. frequently.
the contrast of laughter and tears in this marriage is literally like the Comedy/Drama masks. sometimes it's one...other times the other...frequently it's both in one day. or multiple changes throughout the day.

oh, we've BEEN to marriage counseling many times. many different therapists. they all say the same thing after a few months: "i'm not sure what to tell you guys. you're going to have to figure this out between yourselves."
in other words, they're stumped. just like we are.

we've conducted social experiments on dating sites, on three separate occasions.
on each occasion, after 5-6 weeks of experimenting, the mutual verdict is that anything is better than being single and 35-40 in the year 2020. it's miserable and abysmal. things sure have changed since the late 1990s, i'll tell ya that.
people just bore the shit outta us. it's like they can't even hold decent conversations. you have to wring words out of them, and nobody seemed to get our humor.
at the end of it all, we concluded that we'd be better off dead than single. and since we don't really want to be dead, we'd better stick together. because clearly, we bore the fuck outta other people...and they do the same to us.
we're also so damn accustomed to our long-term relationship that our expectations are insanely high of others. it's like we wanted to jump right over years of progress with a new person and get right back to the comfort and predictability of an old relationship.
i guess some of us are just stuck together, for whatever reasons. other people won't have us...and we're so deeply involved with each other that we're kinda busted when it comes to meeting others.
we've molded to each other like an old pair of slippers. the slippers would feel uncomfortable on anyone else. and would probably smell weird too, heh.

some days i'm dying to just pack up and leave. take my savings and move to some island or something, where i can keep working remotely, meet some hot island girls, and just work and be lazy and lie on the beach forever.
then my mind drifts over that scenario. and imagining it without my wife makes it all hollow and beshitted. it just wouldn't be any fun. no more laughter. no more tears. no more amazing food. no more of her crazy insults. no more hugs.
it would fucking suck.
she's threatened to leave so many times, saying she's going to take everything and disappear into some small Maine town and change her name where i'd never find her.
same thing. she says life would be nothing without me. just a barren field frozen with snow.
likewise, sex would just be no fun. i can't even watch porn anymore because the women in porn are boring as fuck. they barely even move, and they don't say crazy, filthy things. oh, they grunt and move a little...but they don't say and do the insane shit my wife does.
how could i ever be happy with someone like that? i'd be bored. and the woman would probably be overwhelmed by my crazy expectations.
it's part of why we never cheated. we just aren't interested in the commonplace and everyday. we've had a couple threesomes, and it would have been no fun without her--and she agrees. she likes women too, but she's never wanted to bone a chick without me. she says it would be pointless. i agree. her being there is the only thing that makes it worth doing.
i think we're both very messed up, odd, misfits who never fit in anywhere, with anyone--except each other.
maybe it's just time we fully accept that, and take life for what it is...and be content. because clearly, we'll never be happy together...and never be happy without each other.

have you guys ever experienced "frenemies" in a relationship?
please share your stories. i'm dying of curiosity :)
thanks for listening!!
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2020.10.21 20:45 Not_My_AltAcc0510 Spying shower sister on my

So hear me out. Before I even started liking girls for sex, I always had like a crush on my older half sister. I’m only posting this now because I did what I believed I would never do today and tried to spy on her while she showered. She obviously noticed, and although she was quiet, I am very fast, and made it seem like I was getting toilet paper, WHICH I ORIGINALLY WAS. Thing is, I was expecting her to be mad, but she just had the friendliest smile on her face and simply asked, “What are you doing?” And I told her the toilet paper excuse and got out. (I was originally brushing my teeth). I’m having an anxiety attack over this, cause I just feel so wrong wanting her that way. I assume I grew my attraction because we never really lived in the same house, so as a kid she never really like registered as my sister. Plus we have different fathers and my family literally always stuck that in my head even though I love all my half siblings like my own two sibs. But seriously, is something like wrong with me for wanting her? I genuinely wanted to be in a Relationship with her at one point, and thought those feelings faded away. Idk what to do about it, and I honestly just want to tell her the truth about me spying, because I almost never lie to anybody and I feel guilty cause I knew that she knew.
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2020.10.10 18:27 JawabreakerX Spying on my sister shower

I present you with a thread for the story of the woman I dated just before meeting April(my wife). Understand, I was in a very bad place in my life at the time. Throughout this story, you will ask time and again, "How did you believe her?" I was stupid.
In 2013, I was in a really bad place in my life. My 4 1/2 year old dog who was pretty much my son had recently died. I was living in a new state. My gf of a year had broken up with me. I was very lonely. I jumped on Ok Cupid. After not having a lot of luck, I met this redhead who called herself Tracy. She was kind of cute in her pics and seemed nice, so just before Halloween, we went to a haunted house for our first date. Before we did, she told me that she looked a little different than in her pics, because she'd just been a surrogate for her friends, who couldn't have kids of her own. She said she was artificially inseminated and ended up having 5 babies for them at once, though 1 had died. I thought it was weird, but she seemed normal enough, so thought maybe she was just a great friend to them. She said she was a lawyer and had just moved to the area from the DC suburbs in Virginia about 9 months before. Divorced with 2 kids, one 12, one 4. Anyway, we go on the date and she's cute and there's a spark. Good first date, it seems. I ask when I can see her again, and she says she has to drive her kids to Virginia for the weekend to be with their dad and does so every other weekend. Ok, so we'll get together the next weekend. We date for about 6 weeks in total. During this time, she tells me that she's not 34 like she claims, but 42. This bothers me instantly not because of the age, but because she lied to me. I tell her that honesty is important to me, and I don't want to be lied to again. We go on more dates, I meet her kids, both of whom are major brats. More red flags. She also lives in a tiny town at her sister's house. Weird.
I let my loneliness take over and ignored these warning signs. We've fooled around a bit, but not had sex. On her "way back from taking her kids to her ex" I get a text from a number I don't know, claiming to be a friend of hers, telling me she was stabbed in the parking lot of a gas station in Ohio, and that she's in the hospital in Ohio. I frantically try to get ahold of her, and finally do. She tells me she's alright, but thinks that the men who did it were sent by her husband, who wants her out of the picture. She gets back home a few days later.
I've decided I've had enough and break up with her. She begs me not to and says she at least wants to see me one more time. I reluctantly agree. She drives to my apartment and starts crying. I take her back. A few weeks later, she claims that men came to her sister's house and try to kidnap her. They rape her with a stick in a field across the street and tell her "this is from (ex's name)." She claims to have gotten away by biting the penis of the man who is trying to rape her orally. She claims to go to the police. Oh, during all this, she claims that she's selling off her law practice and the buyer is paying $3 million. Anyway, after that, she claims that she doesn't feel safe and wants to stay with me(kids are at ex's for Thanksgiving). I let her, and the next morning, we have unprotected sex. She claims she's on the pill and on her period, so im not worried about it. Immediately after, she goes to take a shower and I start to have the first panic attack of my life. It's like I suddenly realize all the BS and the mistake I made. I start playing Xbox and she gets mad and leaves.
The next day, she goes to get her kids, and on the way back, I tell her that it was all a mistake, and I can't be with her anymore. I understand how badly this makes me look, but I'm not a hit it and quit it kind of guy. She freaks out and says she wants to see me. I say no. Later that night, she claims she's coming over regardless. Then, I get a text from the "friend" again, saying she got in a wreck on snowy roads and won't be coming.
I don't hear anything from her for 2 weeks. The next time I do, it's an email. Btw, the name on the email and Facebook page say "Samantha Fox". She claims that's so her ex can't spy on her. She says she's pregnant and is going to see the doctor. I tell her that she can't be, because she said she was on her period and also on the pill. She claims she was on antibiotics for the stick rape, and she very much can be. Shortly after this, I meet April(my wife). I tell her everything almost immediately, because I'm pretty broken mentally and spiritually at this point, and figure she needed to know what she might be getting into if she got in a relationship with me. To my surprise, April tells me that she's going to stick with me. Tracy tells me that not only is she pregnant, but that it could be twins. I'm wracked with guilt and stress about it all. I tell her that I met someone, but still will go with her to the doctor appointments. Tracy immediately turns angry and says she doesn't want me to. We're into January of 2014 at this point. She tells me where her doctor's office is, but not the actual address. April tells me to get the name of the office and she'd call, pretending to be Tracy to get the info. Tracy tells me she doesn't want me there and will just send the ultrasound video. Oh, it's also 3 babies now.
A few weeks go by, and it's the day before the appointment and I text again to get the office address and suite number. I get a text back saying, "I'm sorry, who is this?" I say who it is and the person at the other end claims to not know me or the situation at all, saying they'd just gotten that number. As I suspected, like everything else, it was a lie. April Facebook stalks her for a while, and no pregnancy. This whole situation cured me of my redhead kink, at least. Yes, I was stupid many, many, many times. I still had guilt and had "what if" questions up until August, when the due date would've been. This is the biggest failing of my life, but it put me where I needed to be to meet April.
One last thing: I went to Taco Bell in the same town years after I'd moved away and she was the cashier at the drive thru. The name on the ticket said "Michelle".
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2020.10.10 03:39 JawabreakerX Craziest Ex Ever?

I posted this on Twitter and had friends say I needed to share it with Reddit too.
I present you with a thread for the story of the woman I dated just before meeting April(my wife). Understand, I was in a very bad place in my life at the time. Throughout this story, you will ask time and again, "How did you believe her?" I was stupid.
In 2013, I was in a really bad place in my life. My 4 1/2 year old dog who was pretty much my son had recently died. I was living in a new state. My gf of a year had broken up with me. I was very lonely. I jumped on Ok Cupid. After not having a lot of luck, I met this redhead who called herself "Tracy". She was kind of cute in her pics and seemed nice, so just before Halloween, we went to a haunted house for our first date. Before we did, she told me that she looked a little different than in her pics, because she'd just been a surrogate for her friends, who couldn't have kids of her own. She said she was artificially inseminated and ended up having 5 babies for them at once, though 1 had died. I thought it was weird, but she seemed normal enough, so thought maybe she was just a great friend to them. She said she was a lawyer and had just moved to the area from the DC suburbs in Virginia about 9 months before. Divorced with 2 kids, one 12, one 4. Anyway, we go on the date and she's cute and there's a spark. Good first date, it seems. I ask when I can see her again, and she says she has to drive her kids to Virginia for the weekend to be with their dad and does so every other weekend. Ok, so we'll get together the next weekend. We date for about 6 weeks in total. During this time, she tells me that she's not 34 like she claims, but 42. This bothers me instantly not because of the age, but because she lied to me. I tell her that honesty is important to me, and I don't want to be lied to again. We go on more dates, I meet her kids, both of whom are major brats. More red flags. She also lives in a tiny town at her sister's house. Weird.
I let my loneliness take over and ignored these warning signs. We've fooled around a bit, but not had sex. On her "way back from taking her kids to her ex" I get a text from a number I don't know, claiming to be a friend of hers, telling me she was stabbed in the parking lot of a gas station in Ohio, and that she's in the hospital in Ohio. I frantically try to get ahold of her, and finally do. She tells me she's alright, but thinks that the men who did it were sent by her husband, who wants her out of the picture. She gets back home a few days later.
I've decided I've had enough and break up with her. She begs me not to and says she at least wants to see me one more time. I reluctantly agree. She drives to my apartment and starts crying. I take her back. A few weeks later, she claims that men came to her sister's house and try to kidnap her. They rape her with a stick in a field across the street and tell her "this is from (ex's name)." She claims to have gotten away by biting the penis of the man who is trying to rape her orally. She claims to go to the police. Oh, during all this, she claims that she's selling off her law practice and the buyer is paying $3 million. Anyway, after that, she claims that she doesn't feel safe and wants to stay with me(kids are at ex's for Thanksgiving). I let her, and the next morning, we have unprotected sex. She claims she's on the pill and on her period, so im not worried about it. Immediately after, she goes to take a shower and I start to have the first panic attack of my life. It's like I suddenly realize all the BS and the mistake I made. I start playing Xbox and she gets mad and leaves.
The next day, she goes to get her kids, and on the way back, I tell her that it was all a mistake, and I can't be with her anymore. I understand how badly this makes me look, but I'm not a hit it and quit it kind of guy. She freaks out and says she wants to see me. I say no. Later that night, she claims she's coming over regardless. Then, I get a text from the "friend" again, saying she got in a wreck on snowy roads and won't be coming.
I don't hear anything from her for 2 weeks. The next time I do, it's an email. Btw, the name on the email and Facebook page say "Samantha Fox". She claims that's so her ex can't spy on her. She says she's pregnant and is going to see the doctor. I tell her that she can't be, because she said she was on her period and also on the pill. She claims she was on antibiotics for the stick rape, and she very much can be. Shortly after this, I meet April(my wife). I tell her everything almost immediately, because I'm pretty broken mentally and spiritually at this point, and figure she needed to know what she might be getting into if she got in a relationship with me. To my surprise, April tells me that she's going to stick with me. Tracy tells me that not only is she pregnant, but that it could be twins. I'm wracked with guilt and stress about it all. I tell her that I met someone, but still will go with her to the doctor appointments. Tracy immediately turns angry and says she doesn't want me to. We're into January of 2014 at this point. She tells me where her doctor's office is, but not the actual address. April tells me to get the name of the office and she'd call, pretending to be Tracy to get the info. Tracy tells me she doesn't want me there and will just send the ultrasound video. Oh, it's also 3 babies now.
A few weeks go by, and it's the day before the appointment and I text again to get the office address and suite number. I get a text back saying, "I'm sorry, who is this?" I say who it is and the person at the other end claims to not know me or the situation at all, saying they'd just gotten that number. As I suspected, like everything else, it was a lie. April Facebook stalks her for a while, and no pregnancy. This whole situation cured me of my redhead kink, at least. Yes, I was stupid many, many, many times. I still had guilt and had "what if" questions up until August, when the due date would've been. This is the biggest failing of my life, but it put me where I needed to be to meet April.
One last thing: I went to Taco Bell in the same town years after I'd moved away and she was the cashier at the drive thru. The name on the ticket said "Michelle".
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