Dimensional Clash IX [IC]

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Post by Lowfn on Wed Oct 10, 2018 5:44 pm

Zandoo, H, and Teed present to you: A post that went on for way too long

Brendan approached the counter of the first hotel that then group found and booked several rooms for the night. Soon enough The girls were sorted out amongst the four rooms the group. Bob, Brendan, Clara, and Tina would share a room. Zoey, Ruby, Elizabeth, and Fennel,would share a room. Casey, Mila, Anna, and Mary would share a room. Finally, Madison, Maria, and Harper would share a room.

The Bob Room

"Man, this already feels a lot more comfortable than the outdoors," Bob sighed with a laid back tone, sitting down onto his comfy bed before laying back with a loud, "Ahhh...."

Brendan dropped his bag to the ground and flopped down on to the other bed. "Yeah this place seems to be about on par with the rooms in the pokemon centers." Brendan commented.

Clara glanced over at Brendan from her side of the bed before returning to her speedy notebook scribbling.

Brendan looked at Clara for a moment "Whatcha- oh you're probably writing in your diary." Brendan said before turning away.

"It's my own archive," Clara corrected, "I've already finished catalogues of all of you, including my sisters considering they've changed a little since we were seperated from the Hold. Right now I'm writing down places that we've been and things that have happened."

"What you'd write about me?" Brendan asked.

"Basic information like height, eye color, that kind of thing. Then I have a section for your biography.. I don't have too much information there. Then I have a section for analyzing your personality. I'm trying to fit as much of a person on a single page as I can. What's your blood type, by the way?"

"0-. If you want more biography stuff I might have a magazine I can get to you at somepoint." Brendan replied.

"What about you, Bob?" Clara asked, not looking up from her notebook as she quickly flipped through a few pages.

"My blood type? A-. That sounds like a lot of notes," Bob added, sitting back up.

"I've been memorizing everything as much as I could since we left our mothers until I could get a proper notebook like this," Clara stated, scribbling down Bob's blood type before flipping back to inscribe recent events.

"How do you remember all that stuff?" Tina asked, slipping onto Bob's bed.

"... It's easier when Harper isn't talking," Clara answered.

"So it's like you have to filter what Harper says out then."

"Exactly what I said at Denny's," Clara nodded.

"So I guess you'll be less stressed now that you don't have to memorize everything." Brendan commented before placing his hat on the night stand.

"It isn't that I was stressed, just... Preoccupied with memorizing everything," Clara mused before finally giving her poor pencil a rest and looking over what she had written. It almost looked like it was in another language from how poor her handwriting was. Either she never learned how to write properly, or this was a brilliant shorthand.

"Fair enough It's difficult to multitask like that. I mean I get pretty irritable if people start asking me for things when I'm battling." Brendan added.

"I imagine that would be frustrating," Clara agreed as she slipped off her shirt and began unbuttoning her pants.

"Clara you got pajamas right?" Brendan asked.

"No. I prefer sleeping without clothes on. Most of us do," Clara answered.

"Can I at least give you a shirt to wear. I'd be much more comfortable if you did." Brendan commented as he quickly began looking for a shirt in his bag.

Clara was reluctant, but considering Brendan bought her a camera and a notebook, she obliged his request. "Okay. Do I have to wear anything else?"

"It would be great if you did." Bredan said, as he looked away and waited for Clara to change.

Clara decided to take everything off save for the shirt provided by Brendan. She slipped under the comforter, but stayed above the sheets as to seperate her body from Brendan's for when he would go to sleep. "Done."

"Do I have to wear clothes too?" Tina asked, looking up at Bob.

"I... I'd like it if you did, Tina," Bob asked of the girl, "Or you could sleep under the sheets."

"... I'll sleep under the sheets!" Tina decided, ripping off her clothes and stuffing herself under the sheets comfortably.

"Alright," Bob smiled softly, taking his side of the bed and getting himself under the comforter.

Brendan then pulled the sheet over his body and tried to sleep but odds are that wouldn't go as planned.

"Good night," Bob murmured as he turned off the lamp to the bed's side.

"Night, Bob. Night, Brendan, Night, Clara," Tina murmured, snuggling against Bob for warmth. Thankfully, the two were seperated by fabric.

The Chaos Room

Zoey and Ruby stepped out of the bathroom together after having showered with one another. "Man this place is awesome!" Zoey proclaimed, "I mean, not as good as the Hold, but it's up there!"

"It's far better than any of the Varian inns'" Fennel as she grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom.

"So Lizagna," Zoey started as she flopped onto her bed after ripping her towel off of herself, "Why'd you wanna sleep with fox wizard so bad?"

"What? No, she's my friend. I wanted to share a room with her," Elizabeth huffed.

"Mmmmmhm," Zoey squinted her eyes with a cheeky grin.



"Zoey, stop being weird. I don't wanna have sex with Fennel," Elizabeth grunted.

"I never brought it up," Zoey giggled, "You're the one talking about having sex with the fox wizard!"

"She doesn't even wanna do that stuff anyway... Like, at all," Elizabeth tried to defend Fennel.

"... Why?"

"I dunno," Elizabeth shrugged.

"Hmm..." Zoey listened for the shower before noting, "Either way, she'll probably go apeshit if she sees me and Ruby doing it. Keep watch for when she comes out."

A particularlly noticealbe singing could be heard from the bathroom shortly after this remark was made. Fennel was probably washing her hair at this point.

"Why do I gotta keep watch?" Elizabeth whined.

"Someone has to. Now shush," Zoey waved at Elizabeth dismissively before turning her attention to Ruby.

"Hmph.." Elizabeth pouted and mumbled under her breath.

A reasonable amount of time later, the singing stopped and the sound of running water ceased. After a few moments Fennel walked out the bathroom, she had a towel wrapped around her and was holding a hair drier, it seemed that it would take her a bit of time to dy off properly. She then placed the pajamas on the night stand and plugged in the hair dryer and began using it to further dry off.

Elizabeth did not warn Zoey and Ruby that Fennel had left the bathroom, as to spite the two for excluding her, And so, Fennel would have full view of an inappropriate act taking place.


"Gah! Liz! You were supposed to keep watch!" Zoey yelled.

"You shouldn't have kept me out of it then," Elizabeth shot back, sticking out her tongue.

Fennel immeditately walked back into the bathroom and slammed the door. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GIRLS!" Fennel shouted from behind the door.

The three exchanged looks, with Elizabeth seeming the most hurt. "What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked, leaning closer to the bathroom door from the bed so Fennel would have an easier time hearing her voice.

"You don't do that with family members. Do you not know incest is bad!?" Fennel shrieked.

"In-cest?" Elizabeth blinked, looking over at an equally confused Zoey and Ruby.

"Its when you participate is those types of things with families." Fennel responded.

"... Why is that bad?"

"Because you're family. You're not supposed to it can lead to a whole bunch of issues," Fennel replied.

"What kind of issues?" Zoey piped up, "Me and Ruby do this all the time!"

"It can lead to birth defects. And it messes with your ability to have a proper relationship. It's wrong." Fennel at this point was unwilling to leave the bathroom.

"You know what? I am tired of you people trying to force your idea of relationships and family stuff on us!" Zoey snapped, "Nobody ever actually says why anything is wrong! They just say 'Oh no! You can't do that! That's wrong! Because incest is bad! Because your age!' Nobody actually explains anything!"

"It's not your age that's the issue, its the fact that its taking advantage of the influence you have in your family." Fennel responded. "I can't explain exactally why, I just know that it is, okay!"

"If you can't explain why, then maybe you're wrong," Zoey huffed.

"It's not that simple. It's just wrong. It's forced upon you, people don't just do that." Fennel responded.

"How is it forced on anyone!? Ruby, did I force you to have sex with me ever?" Zoey asked.

"No," Ruby shook her head.

"Well who taught you that it was okay?" Fennel asked.

"Our dad, duh."

"Doesn't your dad have a lot of influence over you?" Fennel asked her tone didn't carry any malice.

"Yeah, he's our dad, what's your point?"

"He's got power over you, what would he do if you didn't go along with it?" Fennel asked.

"I don't think we've ever not went along with it, but he'd probably make us do it until we liked it like with our moms," Zoey answered.


"Oh my god," Zoey rolled her eyes, "He knows better than we do. It's like if a kid doesn't wanna, like, play a sport, but their parent makes them play that sport and then the kid ends up liking it."

"Zoey no. You don't understand, that is different. There's learning to like a hobby then there is torturing someone until they give up." Fennel shouted.

"Those types of relations are intimate and special, something that the people involved should both agree to."

"It is intimate and special!" Zoey shot back.

"He treated them as sub human, just objects to be used and thrown away and replaced, like garbage!" Fennel at this point a fallen into a rage.

"That is not true!" Zoey yelled, "When daddy was done 'raping' our moms, they were happy! They lived in the Hold! They were part of our family!"

"How. Long. Did. It. Take." Fennel asked, her tone was cold.

"What? Fixing our moms?" Zoey asked for clarification.

"Before they were Happy. Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? Years?" Fennel's words carried a sharpness to them.

"It used to take about a month or two, but he got good at it and it only took a week," Zoey answered, "Why?"

"At what point do you give up. Knowing that everyday your life is going to be living hell. Knowing there is no escape. Knowing there is no hope." Fennel replied

"... What in the hell are you talking about?!" Zoey demanded.

"When did they realize they had to submit to his will. When did they realize they weren't people anymore and just things." Fennel shot back.

"They were always people! Daddy just made their lives better!"

"By forcing them to hand their lives over to him, to just be something that just exist to pleasure him. I wouldn't want to be forced into that life." Fennel retorted.

"That's because you don't know any better," Zoey harrumphed, "I wish daddy was here right now. He'd show you."

Fennel punched the door as sparks flew, snapping the door off of its hinges. Elizabeth let out a yelp and hid under the covers while Zoey put an arm over Ruby protectively.

"Tell me has your father ever been wrong? Have you ever wondered why he did something?"

"I can't think of any time where he's ever been wrong, no," Zoey answered tersely.

“What happens to those who don’t agree with him. How many people think he’s Perfect. How many women didn’t have to be fixed?”

"He had to fix all of our moms," Zoey answered, "They weren't good people before they met him. They weren't happy."

“What if they weren’t the ones that needed to be fixed?" Fennel said grabbing her clothes.

"... Then he would just let them into the Hold," Zoey replied, unsure of what Fennel was getting at.

“Did they want in before then?” Fennel asked.

"A few did, but they needed to be fixed first," Zoey explained.

”how many fought, tried to escape, resisted.”

"At first, all of our moms did. That's the point of fixing them. He gets them to like it, helps them become someone better than who they were before, and they're happier because of it."

“He fixes them like animals[\i].”

"He does not!" Zoey stomped her foot, "Why don't you just stay out of our business!?"

“Why does he need to force them then.” Fennel said before walking out of the room.

"Because he knows best!" Zoey shouted angrily. Elizabeth was completely disheartened and shocked to see her friend turn so quickly.

"Always fucking happens," Zoey hissed, "Every FUCKING TIME we talk about our family! It's like, we have to fucking agree with what [i]they
think is right and wrong! It's bullshit!"

Ruby and Elizabeth were silent. Zoey frustratingly flopped onto the bed, slid under the covers, and closed her eyes. She faced away from Ruby, who attempted to cuddle.

"Not in the mood," Zoey snapped, not turning around to even look at her sister.

Ruby backed off, turning away from Zoey and trying to sleep as well, blaming Fennel for the ruined night.

As Elizabeth tossed and turned, she couldn't help but think. What if Fennel had a point? She didn't outright switch sides, but she did consider that maybe, just maybe, Fennel wasn't completely wrong. Still, the situation involving her friend was enough to make Elizabeth whimper quietly.

[u]The Bob room[\u]

A few moments after the fiasco in the chaos room knocking could be heard outside the door where Bob, Brendan Clara and Tina were sleeping. Brendan had at some point decided to change into pajamas. The shirt that went with the set was currently being worn by Clara leaving Brendan to wear a pair of pants covered In Mareep. Brendan was awoken by the sudden noise and groggily headed over to the door. Brendan opened the door abd let out a yawn before asking. “W-what is it?” He then noticed that it was Fennel “Where are your-“ Brendan was cut off as Fennel made her way into the room, she promptly headed to the bathroom and slammed the door Before the sound of a hair drier could be heard.

Brendan figured that something upset Fennel going by her actions. The trainer figured the last thing he wanted to deal with was an angry wizard and decided to sit in a nearby chair until she got out.

"Mmmf... What's going on?" Clara mumbled, maintaining her monotone even when having her sleep disturbed.

"Wha..." Bob groggily yawned, sitting up a bit, "What was that?"

”Fennel, she was just kind of standing there naked.” Brendan said not realizing any potential implications his statement carried.

"I thought you didn't like Fennel like that," Clara mumbled, rubbing her eyes. Meanwhile, Tina was still fast asleep.

“Oh, I mean she had a towel, and I didn’t invite her she just stormed in.” Brendan replied, trying to clear up the misunderstanding. Meanwhile a hairdrier could be heard from the bathroom.

"... I'm guessing Zoey made her mad or something," Clara muttered before her head fell back onto her pillow.

"I guess, didn't Zoey do something that sent her off the other day?" Brendan asked.

"... I'm too tired to remember things right now," Clara replied after a moment of thought.

Brendan then knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey, when you're done, you can take the bed I'll just sleep on the couch." He figured this was the best solution, he wasn't in the mood to deal with any arguing at this time of night.

"You could probably sleep in Zoey's room," Clara suggested, "Or Harper's. There's only three in there too."

Brendan thought about it for a moment If Clara's and Tina's prefered sleep attire were anything he figured it was best just to stay here. "I think I'll just take the couch. It'll be easier that way." Brendan said as he went over to the couch.

"Are you sure? I can take the couch instead," Clara slowly raised herself up from her sleeping position. After having Brendan buy her a camera and notebook, she felt bad that he would end up sleeping on a couch.

Somehow Fennel was able to dry herself off in record time and stepped out of the bathroom wearing the pajamas she had purchased earlier that day, along with her fur being particulalrly fluffly. She was drying off one of her ears with the towel as she said "Trust me you probably don't want to go to the other rooms."

"Why?" Clara inquired.

"Let's just say some of your sisters are up to no good." Fennel replied.

'What'd Zoey do?"

"They were engaging, a certain activity." Fennel said quitetly.

Clara blinked, "Were they drawing penises on you or something?" She remembered overhearing something about drawing genitals on people's faces.

“She was doing something I didn’t want to see then when I told her that was wrong she said she wanted her dad to rape me.“ Fennel said as she crossed her arms.

"... I'm guessing she and Ruby were having sex. Considering I know Zoey, I feel like you're omitting some details about what happened," Clara stated.

"I'm not surprised," Bob muttered groggily, laying back down.

“I told her incest was wrong, but no appearently I’m the one that needs to be fixed.” Fennel groaned.

"Oh, I get it.. You got into an argument about how our family works," Clara nodded slowly, "It'll be easy to get Zoey to forget about it. Try not to argue about our beliefs though. Some of us can get very passionate about them, myself included."

“You know what fine. I’ll put a pin in it.“ Fennel said before lying down on the bed.

"I've learned it's... probably better if it's not brought up," Bob murmured, "Doesn't end well."

"Do you care if I wear a shirt or not?" Clara asked, pointing to the shirt she was wearing that Brendan provided her with.

”Really don’t want to see anyone else naked tonight.” Fennel said as she placed half the comforter over her body.

"Okay," Clara nodded before laying her head back onto her pillow. After a moment, she remarked in a quiet voice, "Your tail is really soft."

“Thanks, it takes a lot of work.” Fennel remarked unsure of how to react to the comment.

The sleepy Clara moved a little closer to Fennel, cuddling her tail as she slowly fell asleep.

Within a few minutes both Fennel and Brendan fell asleep. Fennel was purring as she drifted off into sleep.


The next morning, Fennel awoke but had no intention of opening her eyes just yet. Her arms seemed to be wrapped around something warm. “Fffive more minutes”.

Clara let out a muffled, sleepy moan as she gently rubbed her head against something soft. It was locked in her own embrace as she nearly woke up from Fennel's mumbling.

Bob, with a quiet yawn, lifted his head up, "Ugh..." he mumbled, slowly slipping out of the bed as delicately he could as to not wake up Tina. Tina flopped flat on the bed without Bob to support her, but was like dead weight. She was a heavy sleeper.

Bob looked back to make sure he hadn't woke Tina up, before smiling at the fact she was still sleeping and looking over to Fennel and Clara, then walking into their bathroom to get ready for the day.

Fennel realized whatever she was grabbing wasn’t a pillow but an arm. She had forgoten where everyone was sleeping the night before but when she opened her eyes and saw Clara, she was happy this wasn’t another embarrassing situation.

Brendan meanwhile was snoring on the couch. Nothing too interesting other than the fact Fennel might comment on his abs.

Clara mumbled quietly, her eyes fluttering half-open to see she had went from cuddling Fennel's tail to Fennel herself. Considering how soft and comfortable Fennel was, Clara decided against lifting her head and simply enjoying it for a little bit.

Fennel, despite being aware of the fact that Clara was cuddling her, was too lazy to do anything about it and closed her eyes for a few more minutes. She then mumbled the words, “Hey Clara.”

"MmMmm..." Clara groaned, her face submerged in fur.

Fennel took a moment to open her eyes, it was probably time to wake up. She didn’t want to disturb Clara but also wanted to get out of bed. It would be easy to escape the girl's grasp but it wouldn't be nice. She also didn’t need any more of these girls hating her. Fennel then carefully slid her tail out Clara’s grasp.

Clara let out a sigh, letting Fennel go. She lifted her head up only to bring it back down once her arm folded ontop of her pillow. "Good morning," She mumbled, only half-awake.

”Morning” Fennel replied before sitting up and turning to get out of bed. This motion caused the fox‘s Tail to graze the younger girl‘s face. Fennel was soon enough standing next to the bed stretching in an attempt to wake up.

"I hate waking up," Clara whined. Though, for Clara, whining meant talking in the same monotone voice as she always did. She turned her face towards her arm and pillow.

“Same” Fennel replied “But I think they have free breakfast here.” Fennel then headed out the door to the lobby.

Clara rolled out of bed and fell onto the floor before lifting herself up. As she walked towards Brendan, she slid the covers off of Tina. "Hey, Brendan. It's time to wake up," She stated, gently shaking him.

Brendan woke up “Oh, hey, Ckara did you need something?”

"Here's your shirt back," Clara said as she took off the shirt and handed it to Brendan, "I'm gonna get dressed and get something to eat. Make sure Tina wakes up."

”Okay” Brendan said before putting his shirt on.

Fennel was at the coffee maker, she didn’t drink coffee herself but Zoey mentioned something about pumpkin spice lattes the other day and she didn’t really want to deal with the other eleven girls deciding she was a terrible person and figured she might as well try to get off on a better foot.

"Hello, Fennel!" Harper greeted happily from a nearby table. She and a few of the other girls seem to have woken up a tad earlier and were chowing down on the hotel's free breakfast.

Fennel waved before putting some creamer sbd sprinkles in the coffee. It looked nice enough. She then grabbed herself a plate of food and sat by the other girls. The latte was sepated from her food to indicate that it wasn’t for her.

Zoey, Ruby, and Elizabeth eventually made it to the breakfast area as well. Zoey and Ruby were engaged in a conversation that immediately ended as soon as Zoey spotted Fennel, glaring at her for a moment. Ruby looked between the two for a moment before mimicking Zoey, giving Fennel an equally distasteful look.

Fennel then pointed at the coffee and said, “You liked pumpkin spice right?”

As Zoey reached for the coffee, Harper blurted out, "She spat in it. I saw her do it," before covering her mouth.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Zoey muttered, giving Fennel a disgusted look before going to the coffee maker herself.

“What the hell, Harper, I did not!” Fennel replied.9u

"I-I'm sorry- I- She didn't spit in it!" Harper called out to Zoey, who didn't seem to be listening.

Well there goes that attempt. Fennel thought as she stabbed her fork into a breakfast sausage and took a bite out of it. “I’m not that spiteful.” Fennel grumbled.

"... Sorry.. I didn't mean to say you.. Spat in the coffee," Harper murmured as she poked her half-eaten waffle with her fork.

“Can you try not to sabotage my attempts at apology in the future though?” Fennel asked.

"Apology?" Harper blinked.

”We got in a fight last night.” Fennel answered. “Long story short, I ended up sleeping in another room.”

"Oh, man... What'd you guys fight about?"

”Let‘s just leave it at we have different ideologies. It’s not exactally a dinner table subject.” Fennel said.

"Oh... Well... If I'll be honest, you should try talking to Ruby," Harper suggested, looking over at the redheaded yeswoman of Zoey that was trying to cheer her big sister up, "I mean.. Say sorry to Zoey, but.. Ruby will know how to make Zoey not as mad at you."

”Okay then.” Fennel said as she got up and approached Ruby

Zoey and Ruby exchanged a laugh after a joke told by the younger sister. "Alright, that was-... Hold on," Zoey's smile vanished as she noticed Fennel approaching.

“Ruby, can I talk to you for a moment?” Fennel asked.


"Why do you want to talk to her?" Zoey interrupted before taking a sip of her coffee. Unfortunately, the coffee was still very hot. "Gah~ Hat hat hat hat hat!" She gasped, scrambling away to find a water fountain.

“How do I tell Zoey I’m sorry about getting angry?”

Ruby blinked before taking a moment to think. While she was disgruntled with Fennel, she didn't want to see Zoey angry everytime Fennel was nearby. "Umm.. I think you should say sorry for more than just getting mad," Ruby suggested, "Like saying our dad isn't a good person... And trying to tell us we can't have sex."

“Let’s just leave it at I think you shouldn't be doing that and I heavily disagree with pionts of your father's ideology. I’m not asking you to hate him, just I would not be comfortable around him.”

"But..." Ruby let out a sigh. She learned last night that there was no way of dissuading Fennel from her own beliefs about their father, "Well if you.. Disagree... You should still say sorry. For us, it's normal, and it just seemed like.. You were being mean for no reason."

“Okay, I’m sorry but let’s just agree to disagree.” Fennel finally said.

Ruby crossed her arms. "I'll only forgive you if Zoey does," She replied.

"Fair enough." Fennel said as she waited for Zoey to return.

"Okay, I'm ba- You're still here?" Zoey asked as she came back.

"I wanted to apologize." Fennel said.

"I'm listening," Zoey stated, folding her arms and drumming her fingers.

"I'm sorry that I got angry and said the things that I did last night.." Fennel's tone indicated tha that the last part was harder for her to say.

"So you're gonna stay out of our business then? Not try and tell us what you think is right and wrong?"

"Let's just agree to disagree. I won't freak out or talk about your father."

Zoey glared at Fennel for a few moments, continuing to drum her fingers as she mulled the apology over. "... Fine," She said at last.

:Thank you." Fennel said as she got up and returned to sit with Harper and Elizabeth.

Around this time Brendan was still wearing his pajamas and needed to shave but none the less he walked down the hall with Tina following behind him. "Hey, girls, how's it going?"

"Oh, hey, Bread," Zoey greeted, "So, I heard you slept with Clara, huh?"

"I slept with Bob!" Tina exclaimed.

"Wait what!?" Zoey looked at Tina wide-eyed.

"I slept on the couch." Brendan's brain was not processing any entandre's at the moment.

"I don't care about couches," Zoey quickly said to Brendan before turning back to Tina, "How the hell did you manage to get in with Bob!?"

"Oh it was because I'm small he let me," Tina answered innocently.

Brendan continued not catching implications and said "Fennel and Clara ended up sleeping together."

As Brendan finished, Bob walked into the breakfast room, dressed in some new clothes. "Morning," he grunted, still a bit tired as he walked over to the coffee machine, unaware of their current conversation going on.

"Fennel and Clara!?" Zoey gasped before turning to Bob and jabbing him with her index finger, "So why would you sleep with Tina but not me, huh?"

As his cup began to fill, Bob sighed, “We slept in the same bed. We didn’t fuck, so get that image out of your head.”

"... Oh... Oh okay.. You just slept together but you didn't, like.. Sleep together," Zoey nodded.

“Exactly,” Bob answered, before taking his coffee.

"You act like that's the only option" Brendan commented, before he started snoring once again.

"No, just that Tina came in all like, 'I slept with Bob!'" Zoey retorted, making her voice squeakier as to imitate Tina.

Fennel was a bit surpised that Brendan managed to fall asleep already, and poked his arm in an attempt to wake him up.

“Well, I mean,” Bob said, blowing on his drink, “She’s not wrong.”

Zoey rolled her eyes with a smile before sipping on her own coffee. "For a second, I was worried you only liked little kids," She remarked.

“Funny,” Bob huffed, taking a chug of his coffee (still a bit hot) before spitting some back into his cup in surprise, “So.. What was the whole thing last night about?” He asked, “I know Fennel was involved and came to sleep in our room, but I was too tired to really care about the rest.”

Zoey glanced over at Fennel for a moment before replying, "Let's just say she's gonna be more respectful of other people's beliefs from now on and keep it at that."

"It's not worth the fight." Fennel commented as one final poke rose Brendan from his slumber.

“...Alright, fair enough,” Bob regarded, grabbing a roadmap off of a nearby kiosk and slowly examining it to figure out a route.

"Mostly because I'll win," Zoey quietly muttered before sipping her coffee.

"I heard that." Fennel quipped in an almost sing song tone.

"I'm not surprised since you have those giant ears," Zoey smirked.

Fennel's ears twitched for a moment, "Some boys find it exotic." The fox replied in a smug tone.

"Not that that matters," Zoey sneered, "Considering you're a prude."

Fennel took a sip of her juice before commenting "You act like that's a bad thing."

"It isn't gonna get you any guys, even if they do think your ears are 'exotic'."

"You act like I've never even kissed a boy before." Fennel remarked.

"I'd be so shocked that I would shit myself," Zoey stated, eliciting a giggle from Ruby.

Bob, with map and coffee in hands, sat down at an open table, unfolding the large map of America's major roadways further. “So,” He mumbled to himself, “Where are we heading here?”

Brendan looked at the map and commented, "We could probably head over here it looks like they have some hotels and a camp ground depending on what we want to do."

"Hmmm... Hey girls!" Bob began, gesturing for the girls to come over, "We gotta figure out how we're getting there. Wanna help us out?"

"Umm... Go north?" Zoey shrugged.

"Alright... Alright, yeah, that makes sense," Bob stated, "We'll just take a generally north drive. Any other ideas?"

"We'll figure more complicated driving around stuff later once we actually get to Quebec," Zoey waved her hand, taking a brief moment to mouth, "I win," to Fennel before looking back at Bob.

"Alright, whatever. I bet there'd be something in our way at some point because of the Clash, so just going north makes sense anyways," Bob noted, folding up the map and stuffing it into his pocket.

Brendan grabbed a few pieces of food and said "I'm gonna go get ready don't burn down the place okay." He then got up and headed back to the room.

Fennel's ears continued to twich almost as if she was trying to locate the source of some noise but it seemed to be a reflex more than anything. "So, Elizabeth, what's your favorite breakfast item?"

Elizabeth blushed before awkwardly answering, "... Pancakes." It seemed she was embarrassed that her favorite breakfast item was something so simple when compared to her culinary ambitions.

"Yeah, pancakes are good. Have you had them with coconut syrup before?" Fennel asked.

Elizabeth perked up with curiosity. "Coconut syrup? That's a thing?"

"Yeah, Guava and papaya are also pretty common in Laviturn." Fennel replied, before taking another bite of food.

"I didn't think that you could..." Elizabeth trailed off, being hit with a sudden revelation. She was always trying to throw ingredients together and make something new, the next lasagna or burrito. While she had made regular food plenty of times before, she had somehow never realized she could modify and improve upon even the most basic of dishes... Like pancakes with something exotic like 'coconut syrup'.

One of Fennel's ears dropped down as she gave Elizabeth a confused look and asked "You could?"

"Sorry, I was.. Thinking about something about food," Elizabeth replied, still invested in her thoughts.

"That's fine." Fennel commented

"So, Clara," Zoey grinned, "You slept with Fe-"

"Yes, Zoey, I slept with Fennel. No, we did not have sex. She's just very soft," Clara interrupted before Zoey could start a chain of sexual innuendos based in purposeful misunderstandings.

Fennel was somewhat flustered by the comment, it wasn't exactally something that would have been commented on regular basis. "Hair driers are good at that. They make hair a lot fluffier." To test Clara's comment, Tina stumbled towards Fennel and gave her a hug.

"She is soft!" Tina exclaimed.

Fennel was caught off gaurd by the sudden hug and unsure of how to react started stroking Tina's hair with her free hand. Tina was surprised by Fennel's reaction to the hug, remaining still for a moment before quietly detatching herself with a smile. Fennel felt bad for having reacted in such a strange way and picked up the smaller girl and placed her in her lap, as there didn't seem to be any open chairs near them.

Tina was, once again, surprised. She stared at Fennel for a few seconds before hugging her once again. Though this hug seemed a bit more emotional than just a i-wonder-how-soft-she-is hug.

Fennel took a moment and wrapped her arms around the smaller girl.

After a reasonable amount of time later Brendan was back at the table dressed and with his bag. Brendan then opened a few pokeball-like objects and was dumping several plates of food inside the spheres.

"What are you doing?" Bob asked with confusion.

"I can't exactally feed all my Pokemon inside. People don't always react well to Tabasco or Mr.Kippers." Brendan replied as the he filled the last ball. It seemed that Parfait and Hopkins had been following Brendan and started eating from plates Brendan had handed them,

"Alright," Bob agreed, "But shoving a bunch of pancakes and bacon into a ball is also gonna look weird, don't you think? Besides, Zoey's got that thing following her around; I doubt your monsters are gonna be that much more surprising."

"The correct name for this unit is: "Ernie"," Ernie stated, having been peering in through a window the entire time.

"You got a point." Brendan said before letting the rest of his Pokemon on. These newcomers included The previously mentioned Mr.Kipperss, a dgital bird like creature named Poryswan and a red electircal ghost named Allen.

"Hey, Ernie. Warm up my seat in the bus for me," Zoey ordered from inside the hotel.

“You might want to be more specific there Zoey." Fennel commented. "Last time it stole a bus."

"Shit. Ernie! A good amount of warm! I just want it to be comfy to sit on!" Zoey quickly added. Ernie did a sort of nod, before floating off to accomplish its task.

Parfait deceided that Zoey had a foul mouth and immedately wrapped a feeler around the girls mouth as if telling her to watch her language.

"Always two steps a head, I see Parfait." Brendan commented regarding the pokemon's actions.

"Blagh, wha-" Zoey defiantly licked the feeler around her mouth.

Parfait seemed undisturbed by this action, considering that the creature licked it's own feelers all the time and this humans lick attack was particularly pitiful.

Quickly realizing the age old lick trick had no effect, Zoey simply batted the feeler away. "Does Parfait want a blowjob or something, what's she doing?"

"She probably doesn't like your language." Brendan commented


"What you said more specically" Brendan added with a roll of his eyes.

"... Wh- Because I said 'shit'?" Zoey blinked. She and the others had a concept of 'bad words', but their father generally stopped caring once they got closer to Zoey's age.

Parfait's feelers immedatley wrapped around Zoey once again. "Yeah probably that one." Brendan said with a slight chuckle.

Zoey looked over at Parfait with a pout. However, a devious idea quickly came to mind, and an equally devious smile formed on her face as she lowered the feeler. "I'll keep that in mind then," She said.

Bob leaned into Brendan and whispered, "That isn't usually a good expression."

Ernie's blank visage returned to the window, its eyes poking up against the glass. "Your seat is at a temperature at which it will be of optimal warmth upon your arrival, Overseer Zoey," the Benefactor stated informally, before floating back to keep up the heat.

"What have I gotten myself into" Brendan commented with a face palm.

Zoey whispered something to Ruby. Ruby gave an obedient nod before scampering off to the other girls, exchanging whispers with them as well.

"Is everything okay Tina?" Fennel asked.

"... I miss my moms," She whimpered quietly.

Fennel made some gentle hushing noises as she said "It's okay, you'll get to see them soon." The Laviturnian was conflicted, the girls clearly loved their family even if their father was far from ideal. She was unsure if bringing them home was even the right thing to do.

Tina shuddered with a slightly louder whimper as she buried her face into Fennel. "N-No I won't..." She said as quietly as she?” could manage, "We.. We won't ever get to see them again..."

Fennel slowly began rocking side to side as she said "Don't say that. We'll find them."

Tina began to sob. "No! We can't see them again!" She cried out.

“What makes you think that?” Fennel whispered hoping to soothe

"Because they don't like daddy anymore!" Tina yelled, looking up at Fennel with a mixture of anger and despair. She then lowered her head, looking downwards as she sniffled. The other girls looked at the scene for a moment before uncomfortably exchanging glances with one another.

“Do you know where they might be?” Fennel asked unsure of how to respond.

"Th-They're back in Mexico... We left them," Tina answered mumbled, wiping at her tears with her arm.

“Can’t we go back to find them?” Fennel asked.

"No!" Tina shouted, clearly upset with Fennel, but couldn't help herself from hugging the fox once again.

Fennel embraced the younger girl “It's okay we’ll figure it out.” Fennel said hoping it would comfort the girl.

Tina said nothing in response, simply sobbing into Fennel, though as moments passed, her crying became less audible and her small shudders less frequent.

Fennel stood up and started paving the lobby with Tina in her arms, hoping it would calm the girl. Parfait then approached the two and wrapped her feelers around Tina, hoping it would comfort her. Soon enough, Tina's crying stopped almost entirely, down to but a few whimpers. She hesitantly whispered, "... I-Is.. Is it okay if.. I.. Call you mommy?"

Fennel was a bit wierded out by the request. ”Umm let’s just stick to Fennel for now...”

Tina shrank back a bit and nodded. "Okay... I'm sorry..." She murmured.

Fennel felt really bad now, “... it’s fine...” she added. It might be best if Tina could use Fennel as a security blanket for the time being. “If you really want to you can.”

"... Are you sure?" Tina asked, not wanting to impose.

“It’s fine.” Fennel said, while she wasn‘t particularly fond of the title, she figured it was best just to accept it.

"Thank you... Mommy," Tina replied quietly, her body relaxing on the last word.

It was strange for Fennel hear those words refer to herself. Sure she wanted to be a mom one day, but that was s low priority for her at the moment given the recent turn of events. Fennel then walked back to the table and sat down. “Tina? Did you have s chance to eat yet?”

"Mhm... I woke up fi-" Tina was interrupted by Ruby tapping on her back and gesturing for her to lower her head. Tina blinked, then lent Ruby her ear. Ruby whispered as quietly as she could to Tina, who seemed confused at first, then nodded in understanding before giving Ruby a thumbs up.

Fennel being a big eared Fox she was whispered “Sounds like trouble.” To Tina.

Ruby returned to Zoey and nodded. Zoey cleared her throat before letting out a loud, "Shit!"

Parfait then wrapped a feeler around Zoey‘s mouth. Her devious smile grew wider before Maria let out her own, "Shit shit shit!" She was a few tables away from Zoey, and giggled to herself as she looked at Parfait.

Parfait then dragged Zoey with her as she wrapped another feeler around Maria. Then Harper, yet another few tables away, let out a proud, "Shit!" What followed was a crescendo of "Shit!"s from many of the girls as Zoey slowly turned her head to look directly into Parfait's very soul, pulling down the feeler covering her mouth and whispering, "Shit."

Parfait unwrapped her feelers from the girls and promptly gave each of the girls that swore a spank to act as s form of punishment. While the spank hurt a bit, Zoey spitefully let out a loud moan, "Harder!" knowing it would push Parfait's buttons.

Brendan then slammed his head into tge table as Parfait shot a small moon blast at Zoey. The shots attempt was simply to scare the girl as it disappeared just before impact."HUGH-GLABUGHCUF!" Zoey blurted out as she stumbled to the ground.

"Alright, knock it off!" Bob protested loudly, standing up from his coffee, "All of you!"

"Bad Parfait!" Ruby chastised, lightly spanking the pokemon.

Brendan then grabbed a newspaper before striking the the Pokémon on the nose with the paper “Bad Parfait. Bad girl.” Brendan repremanded. “You do not do that.”

"I'm sure you all had a part in this too. This is what you were whispering about, wasn't it?" Bob asked. Ruby nodded proudly, for she had done as Zoey instructed without fail. To this, Bob simply furrowed his eyes in disapproval and huffed annoyedly.

The pokemon whimpered just after impact before giving Brendan a sad look. “Oh no you don’t.” Brendan said as he pointed to Zoey, who rubbed her head as she slowly sat up. The pokemon then shamefuly walked over to Zoey and let out a pitiful. “Sylv... eon.”

Zoey considered swearing to rub it in, but decided she had asserted dominance enough for one morning. Besides, it wasn't like she hated Parfait or anything. "Oh, okay.. C'mere," Zoey replied, reaching forwards and petting the Sylveon's head as a sign of forgiveness.

The Pokémon slowly crawled over wagging her tail. After a moment, the Pokémon used its feelers to help the girl up. "Thanks.. Ough, man, I really hurt my ass," Zoey muttered, rubbing her rear.

Parfait immediatley took a bandage from Brendan’s Bag before returning it to Zoey with a panicked expression. "Wha- No, no! It's okay," Zoey laughed, "I just landed on it hard, it doesn't need a bandage."

Parfait then tried pressing the unopened bandage to Zoey’s forehead hoping it would help.

"Parfait, Parfait, it's fine," Zoey assured," I'm not made of glass." To demonstrate, she gave her own face a good, hard smack while looking directly at the pokemon. While her cheek got a little red, there was obviously no damage. "See? I'm okay."

Parfait then pressed the bandage to Zoey’s cheek. Zoey couldn't help but snicker. "This would be annoying if you weren't so cute," She remarked, "I'm not even bleeding, what would I need a bandage for?" She recalled the last time Parfait got in a medical panic, and hoped she could calm the pokemon down a little and inject a bit more rationality into the Sylveon's response to humans getting harmed.

Parfait then placed the bandage over Zoey‘s mouth before walking away. Zoey realized then that she had been played like a fiddle. In her eyes, the pokemon's trick was a lot more dirty than her own, and so she would have to cook up a scheme for the future. For now, she could be satisfied with ripping the bandage off and letting out an eloquent, "Fuck!"

Parfait gave Zoey a confused look before lying down. "What the- Shit!" Zoey called out. Parfait then walked over and wrapped her feelers around Zoey before unleashing a powerful aura. "Oh... Shii..." Zoey slurred with a smile befitting a stoner as she dropped to the ground once again with a drunken giggle.

Fennel, during this ordeal has covered Tina’s ears "Why're you covering my ears? Am I supposed to say 'shit' yet?" Tina asked innocently.

“Don’t say those words. They're not nice.” Fennel hissed.

"Oh... But... Ruby said that Zoey said it would be funny," Tina replied with a confused look.

“it’s a bad word the good girls don’t say.” Fennel replied

"But.. But Zoey says it! And she's a good girl!" Tina insisted.

“Not as good as you think.” Fennel commented quietly.

"What?" Tina blinked, having not heard Fennel well.

“She’s naughty sometimes.” Fennel said slightly louder.

"... Sometimes... Yeah.. But she's still a good girl!" Tina defended, "She helped us escape our moms."

“She’s naughty sometim-” Fennel cut herself as she took in Tina’s statement. Tina seemed hurt to insinuate that 'escaping their moms' was a good thing, but she did believe so, and was grateful towards Zoey.

Brendan noticed that the girls seemed to be done eating. “Is everyone ready to go?”

"To.. North!" Zoey laughed, still a little high from the aura blast as she pointed towards the ceiling from the floor.

”I need to grab my things from the room then I’ll be good.” Fennel remarked.

"You.. You have a nice.. Butt!" Zoey declared, rolling over onto her stomach and snickering.

Parfait ceased calming Zoey as Fennel checked her pockets. “I don’t have my key... Zoey could you get the door for me?”

"Yeah, I got you," Zoey answered, shaking off the calming aura before stumbling to her feet and following Fennel.

”Thanks.” Fennel said as she walked down the hall. Shortly after reaching the door Fennel waited for Zoey to unlock the door.

Zoey reached into the front of her pants, biting lightly on her lower lip before pulling out the key card for the room with a satisfied smile and unlocking the door. "There you go," She said, pushing the door open.

“Thanks.” Fennel said as she walked into the room.

"Hey, uh.. I wanted to talk to you about something, and this is a pretty good opportunity," Zoey said, walking into the room and closing the door behind herself.

“Yeah?” Fennel asked.

"... Thanks for talking to Tina and stuff."

“It‘s no big deal. It’s s little weird how she wants to call- never mind.” Fennel said as she walked into the bathroom to grab her dirty clothes.

"Call what?" Zoey asked curiously, "You can't leave at."

”She asked if she could call mommy” Fennel remarked as she placed the clothes in an empty bag.

"Oh... That's.. Kinda weird, but... I.. Guess it makes sense," Zoey sighed, "... We all miss our moms."

“Sounds like a complicated relationship from what I can gather.” Fennel said as she donned her cloak.

"Yeah... Long story short, a dickhead evil mushroom came and ruined everything. It used magic or something to make all of our moms hate dad. Some of our sisters stayed behind, but.. I got this group of us out of there. We love our dad.. We're loyal to him."

“Sounds tough,” Fennel commented, while she agreed with Zoey's moms, it wasn’t really the best time to bing that up.

Zoey took a deep breath as she nodded. After a moment, she suddenly said, "But.. Shit happens sometimes. We just gotta keep moving forward."

As Fennel put in the cloak something fell from its pocket self landing in the bag spilling its contents. "Oh shit, I got it," Zoey bent down to help pick up the belongings that spilled. She then saw a metallic sheen. Fennel quickly gathered her clothes into the bag leaving s rather decorative dagger in a sheath on the ground.

"Ooooh! This thing looks badass!" Zoey exclaimed, picking the dagger up and examining it, giving the tip a little poke with her finger to see how sharp it was.

“It’s pretty sharp, don‘t cut yourself.” Fennel remarked.

"Woosh! Woo woo woosh!" Zoey made sound effects and she sliced the air a few times before twirling the small blade in her fingers. Unfortunately, she wasn't well-versed in twirling daggers in her fingers, and ended up dropping the dagger. Double-unfortunately, she tried catching the dagger and ended up grabbing the blade.

"GAH-" Zoey's scream was cut off as she bit down on her not-daggered hand to keep from yelping loudly.

“Zoey, that was a cursed dagger. Now you're going to turn into a hideous creature.” Fennel gasped.

"W-Wait! Wh- I- What!?" Zoey yelped, dropping the dagger onto the ground and looking at the cut on her fingers and palm, "I-I! No! Wait! Pl- Isn't there a way to undo it!?"

“Pfft no. I lied about the curse," Fennel said.

"Oh, you bitch!" Zoey lightly shoved Fennel and pouted, though Zoey was clearly suppressing a smile.

“No I’m a vixen.” Fennel commented as she tore a piece of grass from her sandals. “Now press the cuts together.”

"Oh yeah, something about pressure or something?" Zoey did as she was told, recalling someone mentioning something about applying pressure to wounds.

”That, and I might be able seal the cut.” Fennel said as she traced the cuts with her fingers. The cuts let out a soft glow as the cut was replaced with raw skin.

Zoey opened her hand with an amazed look on her face. "Wow... Is there any way at all for me to do that magic stuff?" She asked, squinting her eyes at where the cut once was.

Fennel then placed the leaf in Zoeys hand as it took the form of a fingerless glove. “The cut is just barely sealed so be gentle on it.” Fennel didn’t hear Zoey's question and asked “What was that?”

"Can I do magic stuff like that? Like.. Is there.. Wizard.. Stuff you can teach me?"

“It depends if your world has inactive magic. Going to Varie was kind of like a jumpstart.” Fennel replied.

Fennel then stood up and double checked that she had everything. “Maybe if we wind up in Varie I can show you some."

Fennel then sheathed the dagger and placed it back in her cloak before exiting the room with Zoey following. Zoey seemed to have shifted her focus from wanting to learn magic to admiring how nice her new glove looked.

"C'mon girls," the voice of Bob echoed from the breakfast room, "Let's get going!"

As the two walked down the hall Fennel whispered “I hear you have a crush on Bread.”

"Wait, what!? Me? No, no ,no. He is not my type. I like big, muscular dudes," Zoey dismissed the notion, "It's the other way around."

“I‘m pretty sure he doesn’t like little girls like that.” Fennel teased.

"Little? My boobs are the same size as yours!" Zoey huffed, grabbing her boobs to emphasize their existence, ".. Maybe a little bigger actually.. Here, hold yours up."

“What no!” Fennel exclaimed.”Be sides you don’t have hips like this.” Fennel stares as she patted her side. Zoey had no retort for that. It was true Fennel's hips were superior to her own, meager fourteen-year-old hips.

"Hey," Bob peeked over the corner, having heard the commotion, "You two coming? We need Zoey to get her dumb robot out of the way."

“Coming Bob!“ Fennel snickered before quickly heading down the hall. Before bumping into the Marine.

"I bet you have a gag reflex," Zoey huffed as she passed the two, strutting with her nose held high and waving her hand as to signal Ernie to move.

“Doesn’t everyone?“ Fennel asked not having caught the implication.

"Maybe if you plan on being a spinster!" Zoey sneered.

As commanded, Ernie floated out of the way, statong monotonously as he did, "Seat is at an optimum comfortable temperature, Overseer Zoey." Zoey gave Ernie a thumbs up before hopping inside the bus.

Then the world blew up. The end.

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Re: Dimensional Clash IX [IC]

Post by Infested on Wed Oct 10, 2018 5:47 pm

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Brendan then poked his head out from around the corner, "Hey, Bob we got the rest of the girls in the bus. Did you, nevermind" Brendan cut himself off once he saw the girls."I guess you got them already."

Fennel and Brendan then got in the bus as Fennel placed her bags in the over head.

Brendan then returned all of his pokemon except for the Porygon-Z and Rotom

Clara patted the seat next to her, wanting Brendan to sit by her.

Brendan, not having anywere else to sit decided to sit next to Clara. "So how's it going." Brendan asked upon sitting down.

"Good. I just finished adding onto Parfait's page," Clara answered, opening her notebook. As with every other page, the writing was non-legible, though in the top right was a very well-drawn picture of the pokemon. Though, as Clara explained she would do before, she simply traced a projection of an image she took with her camera.

"That's a nice drawiing you have there." Brendan commented upon seeing the doodle.

"I traced it from a picture I took with my camera," Clara stated, giving the page a quick glance.

"It still looks nice." Brendan remarked.

Fennel then sat down leaving an empy seat which was quickly snatched up by Tina. Zoey and Ruby were sitting in the seats just behind Fennel and Tina.

Bob climbed up into the bus, taking his place at the driver's seat. "Alright, let me try and figure this out..."

Allen the rotom looked at Bob in the driver's seat for a moment before phasing into the steering wheel.

"Brendan, your robot ghost just went into the steering wheel I was about to use," Bob huffed, "You mind?

"It's a Rotom. It's like having a smart car." Brendan replied.

"I can drive, Brendan," Bob grumbled, "So get it out."

Allen then popped out of steering wheel and floated next to Bob. "BZZZT"

"Yeah, yeah, if we need you, you'll drive," Bob stated, starting up the bus.

Allen then floated over to the dvd player before possessing the object.

Fennel then twiched an ear backward and said "Hey, Ruby and Zoey."

"What's up?" Zoey answered, she and Ruby looking up at Fennel.

"Do you want to see the dagger again?" Fennel asked.

"Hell yeah!" Zoey answered enthusiastically.

"What dagger?" Ruby inquired.

Fennel then turned around and pulled the dagger out of her cloak before unsheathing it. She then handed the dagger to Zoey.

"Woaah! That looks so cool! Hey, where did you get the.. Leaf.. Glove?" Ruby asked.

"Fen made it for me," Zoey answered, slicing the air a lot more slowly than she did in the hotel room with slow Wooooshes.The "Hey, you wanna hold my shotgun?" Zoey offered Fennel, gesturing to the firearm on by her side. It would have been uncomfortable to keep it on her back.

"Sure" Fennel said, surpised she didn't see the firearm earlier. Zoey picked it up and handed it over the seat to Fennel.

"Bob gave it to me as a present," Zoey stated.

"Yeah a friend of ours wanted to give that dagger to Ryle. She mentioned that it's a special dagger in her culture." Fennel remarked as she looked at the shotgun. "It's not loaded is it?"

"Of course it is," Zoey scoffed.

Fennel quickly activated the safely and removed the slugs from the gun. "You know that's not safe right?"

"Hey! Put my ammo back in! I know how to use a shotgun, you know. Daddy taught us how to shoot," Zoey huffed.

"Okay but we don't need it going off in the bus." Fennel said.

"Fiiine. I'll keep it on safety, but put my ammo back in it! A gun's useless if it can't shoot."

Fennel then handed Zoey the ammo. "You can load it when we need to shoot at something."

"It'll be too late at that point. Loading ammo takes time," Zoey argued.

"Just don't go pointing it at anyone." Fennel said as she handed back the shotgun.

"You act like I don't know anything about handling guns," Zoey pouted, slipping the slugs back into her firearm.

"Im just saying I wouldn't have left the saftey off." Fennel remarked.

Zoey rolled her eyes before stabbing at the air a few times with Fennel's dagger. "Whatcha! Stan! Stab!" She sneered to herself.

Fennel then pointed at the dagger freezing it in the air preventing Zoey from stabbing anyone. "What the..." Zoey blinked, trying to wrestling the dagger out of the air.

"Kinetic manipulation, sweetie. You'd be surpised how useful it is." Fennel snickered as she watched Zoey try to move the blade.

"Hmph. You really are acting like our mom now," Zoey mumbled.

"What was that hun?" Fennel teased.

"I know damn well your giant ears heard what I said."

Fennel then placed a a finger on her chin before giveing a coy smile and saying "Are you sure?"

"Spinster," Zoey huffed.

"Like this?" Fennel said as the dagger began twirling in the air. "Besides it's so much fun to push your buttons."

"I'm calling you a spinster you-" Zoey turned to Ruby, "Did you know she has a gag reflex still?"

"Wait, really?" Ruby looked to Fennel with a surprised look.

"Everyone has a gag reflex. What does that have to do with anything?" Fennel asked.

"If a guy has to choose between two girls and one has a gag reflex and one doesn't, he is gonna choose the one that doesn't have a gag reflex," Zoey explained.

"Oh, how cute." Fennel quiped in a deadpan voice.

"Hey, Tina, do you still have your gag reflex?" Zoey asked, peering over the back of Tina's seat.

"Kinda," Tina answered, "I think I'm close to getting rid of it though!"

Fennel then covered her ears "I'm not listening."

"What's wrong?" Tina asked, tugging on Fennel's sleeve.

"She still has her gag reflex!" Zoey sneered.

"Wha!? But you're way older than me!" Tina gasped in surprise.

"And your point is?" Fennel asked Zoey in miffed tone.

"That's why you're gonna be a spinster," Zoey grinned, "Besides, it's so much fun to push your buttons."

"You know not putting out doesn't mean I'm gonna be a spinster." Fennel said quitely.

"I mean, you don't have to be as active as me, but I doubt you've even lost your virginity!" Zoey exclaimed.

"And you'd be right." Fennel quipped.

The bus lurched forwards and slowly picked up its speed as Bob manuevered it out of the hotel parking lot. "I think I got the hang of this," Bob remarked, "I hate the clutch, but it works."

"Sure your don't want Allen's help?" Brendan asked.

"I'm positive, Bread- I mean, Brendan," Bob stated loudly, before huffing, "I can drive a bus myself."

"You too, Bob?." Brendan asked.

"Ugh, it's like, painful. I legitimately feel bad for you," Zoey said, though she smiled the entire time she spoke, "I mean come on. Not even a handjob?"

"No." Fennel retorted.

"But why? Have you even tried?"

"No. I'm... waiting." Fennel said, she was unsure of how to explain.

"Waiting? For what?"

"Marriage." Fennel said.

"Pfft, by the time you get married, your guy's gonna wonder why you don't know literally anything about sex."

"It won't matter. I want it to be special." Fennel retorted.

"Even the blowjob? You don't wanna at least get rid of your gag? So you can like, actually give head right?"

"No. If I wait for my husband I expect him to do the same for me." Fennel said.

"... Or you could just know what you're doing beforehand," Zoey suggested, "I don't get why you wanna go in not knowing anything and it be all awkward. That's really gonna turn the guy off."

"If he loves me, it won't matter. I want to marry someone who loves me for who I am, not what I can do." Fennel replied, her tone seemed to carry a small amount of pain in it. The last few months of being seen as some sort of freak by everyone she met had certainly taken it's toll on her.

"I'm not saying that, I'm just saying it'll be more.. Enjoyable for both of you if you have some idea of what to do," Zoey explained.

"Its just that's a something extremely special and personal. It's something that can only be given once, I want it to be a sign our commitment to each other."

Zoey wanted to retort that, but... "...I guess... I mean.. My first time was obviously with my dad. That... Was special and personal," She sighed, "... But still you could at least deepthroat a dildo or something to help out with the gag reflex, c'mon."

"Do you not understand. The whole point is that its supposed be worth the wait." Fennel said

"... I mean it does feel pretty great so I can't say it isn't worth it," Zoey snickered, "But.. Well.. I guess looking back on it... It wouldn't have been as fun to use a dildo instead of the real thing to get rid of my gag... But still, aren't you worried that you're gonna stay single forever?"

A tear fell down Fennel's cheek as she said "Sort of, I've been seen as some sort of freak of nature of the last six months. So at this point I don't know if there's a guy who wouldn't see me as just some stupid animal." She then slunk back into her chair.

Zoey actually felt pretty bad seeing how bummed she made Fennel. She got up from her seat, walked up a row, and whispered to Tina, "Psst. Can I sit here for a sec? Just wanna talk to Fen for a bit." Tina nodded and sat in Zoey's seat while Zoey sat in Tina's.

"Hey, c'mon.. There's plenty of guys out there who'll dig you. Your ears are exotic and stuff and.. You have a nice ass," Zoey offered.

"I don't want to be someone's fetish fuel. I want to be a person to them." Fennel said as she looked out the window.

"That's not what I mean.. Like.. Some guys are into blondes, right?" Zoey started, "So he's gonna be like, more likely to date a blonde chick, but he's not dating her just because she's blonde, even if that's his 'fetish fuel'. Sure, a guy might be really into.. Fox people.. But that doesn't mean that's the only reason he'd date you... And I'm sure you're smart enough to be able to tell if he is."

"But what if I'm not."

"I'll give you some Zoey Advice™️ then," Zoey smiled, wrapping an arm around Fennel's shoulders and using a finger to poke Fennel's cheek so she would face her, "That way no guy will be able to sneak his way into your pants... Because you don't want that apparently."

"What." Fennel replied.

"Yeah! I know all about how guys tick. I've spent half my life figuring that out, you know," Zoey winked, "Plus, my dad gave me a few tips if I was ever on my own."

"Fire away."

"Alright, first, you gotta remember that a guy wanting to sneak in your pants can look like anyone. From fatties to hunks. You got an advantage though since you're a... Fox person. Most people haven't seen that, so if you pay attention, you'll be able to tell if they're just a bit excited or if they have a huge (Or small) boner and just wanna fuck you."

"Human...I'm a human. Isn't there a more subtle way?" Fennel said.

"I'm not saying you actually see if they have a boner. I mean look at their voice and listen to how they talk, which brings me to how they flirt," Zoey held up a finger, "The really charismatic guys will try and be all sneaky with innuendos and shit, you might not even notice if you aren't looking out for it, and that's what they want. It's like.. A seed, right? The first remark they make is a seed, and if you're caught off guard, they're able to plant it in your head and then everything they say after that is watering it until finally you're ass-naked on a bed and they're about to screw you. Now.. That doesn't mean the guy's a bad guy.. Just that he's really only looking to hit it and quit it."

"Is it really that simple?" Fennel asked.

"Mostly, yeah. You also have a bit of an advantage since you're a massive prude wanting to wait until marriage," Zoey added.

"I wouldn't say prude." Fennel remarked.

"You're kind of a prude. Anyway! A guy that just wants to smash isn't gonna wait six months or whatever until you finally get married. If he asks for anything along the way, keep an eye out because he's probably blue balled and getting impatient."

"Well compaired to you I'm prude. I'd probably call you a floozy" Fennel was carefull to say the words in the lease offensive way possible.

".. That's pretty accurate," Zoey nodded, "But yeah, most guys that are just wanting to bone are not gonna want to wait that long, even if you're their fetish. And as you're dating and waiting to get married, you can get to know him a bit better, see how compatible you guys are, but try not to be too compatible, because that means he might just be trying to look appealing to you so things will go faster and you're more likely to put out."

"Yeah, that makes sense." Fennel replied "Tell me do you ever want to have kids some day?"

"Of course! I wanna pump out as many as I can," Zoey answered with a wide grin.

"I'd like to have two or three." Fennel commented before seeing Zoey's grin. "You just wanna make them don't you."

"Well, that part will be fun and all, but I really do want to have as many as possible," Zoey replied, "Daddy said I gotta wait until I get a bit older to actually get preggo though or else it won't be good for my body."

"Yeah... It gets pretty dangerous." Fennel remarked. "If I find a guy in Varie, we're moving back to Laviturn. They might have magic there but thier medicne is terrible. I don't really wanna die having kids."

"Oh, yeah, you definitely want medicine and stuff. I mean, I can't count how many morning after pills I've taken," Zoey remarked, "And birth control and stuff."

"Yeah... I mean if you die, you miss out on the fun part of being a mom anyway." Fennel commented.

"... I just hope none of my kids turn out like me. I'm sure I was a bitch to raise," Zoey giggled.

"I mean your kids take after you, so I guess there's only one way to change that." Fennel added.

"... At least they'll be awesome then," Zoey shrugged.

"I hope I can keep doing the adventuring stuff. It's a lot of fun, I'd love to have that as a job when I get back, but I'm not sure if those goals would conflict." Fennel mused.

"Just keep the baby at home while you adventure and stuff, or in a.. Armored.. Baby carrier," Zoey suggested.

Fennel giggled at the thought of a baby wearing battle armor.

"Plus, when he or she gets to be about six or seven, you can take them with you," Zoey added.

"Oh that'd be so cute. swinging around a little sword."

"Just don't tell them they look cute with the sword. Kids hate that. Trust me," Zoey said the last two words with a deadpan expression.

"Look at you trying to be all big and bad." Fennel remarked as if to indicate she was no longer upset.

"Pfft, I'm fine being called cute as long as I'm not trying to be badass at the moment," Zoey remarked, "But I remember one time, I think, like.. The only time my dad ever pissed me off, was when I was at the shooting range, and I was being all badass, and he said I was cute. I mean, I am cute, but I don't wanna be told I'm cute when I'm being badass."

"You know some guys are into the cutesy battle girl thing." Fennel commented.

"I know that, duh," Zoey rolled her eyes, "But like.. I want to be told I am badass when I just got bullseye a billion times, not cute."

"Fair enough."

"Anyway," Zoey took a deep breath, "You should be fine with getting a guy that's a prude like you. I still think you should practice deepthroating though buuut If you ever get worried or anything, just come to me, and I'll be able to tell you easy if he's good."

"I'll cross that bridge when I get there." Fennel remarked.

"... I'll give you one more tip though. This helped me early on," Zoey held up her hand, "Take your thumb and kinda tuck it sideways under your fingers and above that bit of fat on the top of your palm then make a fist. It sorta turns off the gag reflex... Or like, helps, at least."

Fennel shook her head. "Please stop."

"At least you have a leg up now," Zoey snickered.

Fennel then leaned over the seat and said "Hey lizzy." Her ears moved forward just enought to tap the younger girl on the head as she addressed her.

"Huh? Oh, hey," Elizabeth smiled, "What do you need?"

"Just wanted to see how you were doing." Fennel said. as the sound of metal clattering to floor could be heard.

Zoey looked back and forth between Fennel and Elizaebth before standing up and gesturing her head at Fennel. Elizabeth got up from her own seat and sat down while Zoey walked back to snatch the dagger for more air stabbing.

"I'm doing fine, uhm.. How about you?" Elizabeth replied

"I'm doing fine. Did you sleep well?" Fennel asked.

"Yeah.. I don't really like sleeping alone though," Elizabeth sighed.

"Yea sorry about that... Why, if we have to share beds again, you can sleep in mine." Fennel said. "Have you seen Bread's abs?" Fennel giggled seeming to have remembered that was one of the first things she saw that morning.

"Wait, what," Elizabeth blinked, "Abs? Wait- I thought you said you didn't like him."

"He's just good looking. He let me take his bed last night, so he slept on the couch." Fennel commented her tone indicated she was distracted by something she was thinking about.

"... Aaand?" Elizabeth asked, getting the hint.

"He just didn't have a shirt on and he looks like he can swing a warhammer around." Fennel commented.

"... I mean... I guess?" Elizabeth shrugged, "I.. Don't think he looks that great."

"To each their own." Fennel shrugged.

"... I wish I could see Bob's abs though," Elizabeth admitted quietly, "He has muscle."

"He'd probably be the looker if it werent for that sweats and dad jeans he wears all the time." Fennel remarked.

"So you wanna see him without pants on," Elizabeth giggled.

"Eww, no. He just needs to wear different pants. It would make him look more respectable." Fennel said.

"Yeah, our dad used to wear suits all the time," Elizabeth nodded, "Like with a tie."

"I bet Bob would look good in shorts. It'd show off his calves." Fennel mused.

"... I just got an idea," Elizabeth smiled, "What if we all go swimming? At a pool somewhere or something? We can buy swimsuits and bikinis!"

"I've been dying to go swimming again. All the lakes in Varie are dirty." Fennel remarked, she wondered if she could work up a way to surf in the pool.

"And we'd get to see Bob and Brendan with nothing on but swim trunks," Elizabeth added.

Fennel snickered for a bit in agreeement. "I wonder if we could find a lake. I'd love to see if I could muster up some waves."

"It'd be pretty easy to get everyone else to wanna swim. I think we'd just have to tell Zoey she can show off her body in a bikini," Elizabeth mused.

Fennel then leaned over and said "Psst, Zoey do you want to go to a pool."

"Huh? What? Why?" Zoey looked over at Fennel curiously.

Fennel looked side to side in a mischievous manner as she said "It might be fun." Her tail was swishing side to side almost as it acting as a distraction.

"What're you getting at?" Zoey smirked, glancing between Fennel and her tail.

"Nnoothiiiig." Fennel said in an tone matching her more playful actions at the moment.

"That's a something nothing," Zoey grinned.

"I might just want an excuse to see Bread's abs again." Fennel remarked.

"Maybe you aren't such a prude after all," Zoey remarked.

"Just because I'm not shopping doesn't mean I can't look," Fennel added.

"Alright, I'm in," Zoey nodded, "Watch this..." Zoey cleared her throat and shouted, "HEY, BOB! WE WANNA GO SWIMMING!" In an instant, the bus erupted into a roar of assenting cheers from the other girls.

"Well, that was easy." Fennel commented as her ears swished upwards."

"I was about to say I wish there were more dudes, but if we're going to a pool... We'll be drowning them," Zoey snickered.

"So have you ever been surfing before?" Fennel asked.as she tossed the dagger's sheath into the air and with with a flick of her wrist the blade slid into it's hostler, before falling tinto Fennel's hand.

Zoey gawked at the trick for a moment before shaking her head. "We never got waves like that in New York," She answered, "... I doubt we can surf in a pool though."

"I'd have to collect the energy from somewhere. Water isn't my specialty, but I think I can figure something out." Fennel replied.

"Oh, yeah! You have magic!" Zoey nodded.

"Yeah, I'm not great with water but decent enough." Fennel s said as she put the dagger in her cloak.

"You know, with all the dudes there, this might be good practice for you," Zoey suggested.

"Just let me know if I pick up a creep." Fennel commented.

"I'll yell something about uh... Kelp. Yeah. If I say anything about kelp, that means the guy is garbage," Zoey smiled with a nod.

"Sounds like a good enough code word." Fennel said after a moment.

"Hmm.. Let's do some quick practice right now. Pretend I'm like.. Your ideal guy," Zoey gestured to herself, "I have no idea what that looks like since you said you thought Bread was hot,so yeah."

"Umm. hey, is that an iron cast gold inlaid warhammer you got there?" Fennel asked, she was clearly unsure of how to start this conversation.

"... What?" Zoey blinked.

"It's my favorite weapon to see adventurerers carry.... You gotta be strong to swing them around." Fennel said sheepishly.

"... Okay... Alright, uh.. So, first off, never say 'Umm'. Even if you gotta pause for like, half a second, don't say 'Umm'. If you can, squeeze a 'like' in that gap," Zoey informed, "'Hey' was a good start though. Also, bat your eyes just a tiny bit, not too much, just a little when you bring up the 'warhammer'."

"So like this? Hey there, I couldn't help but notice your warhammer." Fennel's ears twitched as she batted her eyes upon mentioning the weapon.

"Make sure you say it's big. Guys love hearing their weapons are big," Zoey nodded.

"So looks like a two handed weapon? Or can you just swing it around one handed?" Fennel said, her tone seemed to indcate she was enjoying the thought of a hammer wielding adventurerer at the pool.

Zoey thought about it for a moment before slowly nodding. "That's pretty good," She said with a grin, "I like the way you're saying it too. That's how you really sell it."

"I use polearms myself. Do you think we could spar sometime?" Fennel conituned seeming to not have heard Zoey's last response.

"This is good, this is good. Double meaning, but it's a warrior kinda guy, so either way he takes it, it works out fine," Zoey rubbed her chin, continuing to nod.

"Do you think I could give it a swing." Fennel's tone indicated she was being very literal.

Zoey caught onto this. "Say that again, but a little bit more like, sultry, I guess."

"But i don't want to give off that impression." Fennel said seemingly snapping back to reality.

"I dunno, you were getting pretty into it, but.. I guess that's why we practiced. It's not just about other guys fooling you, but you fooling yourself too," Zoey tapped her own temple to emphasize her point.

"Yeah you got a point. Sometimes you want to do more than you acctually want to do." Fennel stated, "But have you ever seen a guy swing around a hammer. It looks like it's be so much fun to hang onto the end of one. Like a rollercoaster almost."

"You are so weird," Zoey shook her head and giggled, "The good kind of weird though that guys call cute."

"I mean you gotta be ripped to swing around those things." Fennel commented "It's just such a thrill to swing weapons around in the heat of battle. I just wish there were a way for it to be romantic without the threat of dying." Fennel continued.

"I mean, it can be if you guys are 'sparring', I think," Zoey shrugged, "Now.. I don't think you're gonna find any guys with warhammers at the pool though. By ideal, I meant like... Their body."

"Hammer users all look about the same... execpt for Dipin, he's scrawny for a hammer user, granted it's his secondary weapon." Fennel commented.

"Ew, scrawny," Zoey disregarded Dipin's namedrop.

"Relativley, I mean he's built a bit like Brendan. just slightly less toned. Hammer users are typically built more like Bob." Fennel added.

"Now that's more like it. Imagine i'm just a Bob-looking guy. I don't have a hammer lying around anywhere. Most people don't have giant hammers."

"Most don't back home either. I kind of wish they did now." Fennel commented.

"So, How's it going?" Fennel asked in a coy tone as her tail swished back and forth. "So do yah surf? I do myself I know sweetspot over by Naria Outlook if you wanna go some time." Fennel said.

Zoey decided to throw Fennel a bone and say, "I surf sometimes. Never heard of Naria though, what's it like?"

"Oh it's just this little beach just outside of town. It's a little secluded." Fennel responded as she twitched her ears once again.

"Hmm... Well, I like the sound of that," Zoey replied with a grin.

"If you show up at low tide there's a bunch of tide pools, even a few coconut trees around the area." Fennel repsponded. She seemed to enjoying the attention this fictional boy was giving her.

"You know quite a bit about this place, huh? How about you let me know quite a bit about you?"

Fennel giggled "Oh, I don't know. Maybe we could go hiking around the area. Then you can get this nice view of Laviturn."

"Oh, I'm sure it has a nice view alright," Zoey smiled, giving Fennel a wink.

Fennel was lost in her little fantasy "On it's beautiful, escpecially at sunrise."

Zoey lightly snickered. "I was talking more the view of you," She explained, "But I'm sure the sunrise is up there."

"What are you getting at?" Fennel asked her tone indicating a hint of suspsion.

"I'm just saying I have a nice view already," Zoey replied calmly.

Fennel finally caught on as her ears pressed flat against her head and with a soft growl and slapped Zoey.
Immedately after word Fennel covered her face "I'm sorry, I just got so caught up."

"Ow.. Well, at least you caught me," Zoey muttered, rubbing her cheek, "I kept trying to turn everything onto you, used the same cheesy 'view' pickup line over and over. Don't slap a guy just because he compliments you though, but I think you've figured out how far is far enough to tell if he's probably a creep."

"I just thought... nevermind." Fennel said in a defeated tone.

"What's up?" Zoey asked.

"I just got too into it is all." Fennel said.

"I could tell that you really want a guy, huh?"

"I mean, yeah. It's just I've had to put that on hold since getting to Varie, and the rejection. I think I've suppresseda lot. Is all." Fennel continued.

"The rejection?"

"I mean, appearntly being a fox is kind of exclusive to home I guess." Fennel said as she pulled out her phone and started flipping throught pictures of Varians. "I mean, look at them." While the people in the images were not all clearly human, it was obvious that none of them were quite as animalistic as Fennel and Dipin.

"Huh... Well, I think we can work on that 'suppressed' thing and those issues," Zoey shrugged, "It'll help with getting a guy and.. Pretty much everything else too."

"Remember I don't want to sleep with anyone." Fennel added.

"Trust me, I know. For some reason," Zoey rolled her eyes, "Considering what I saw though.. And I never thought I'd say something like this... I'm gonna help you not have sex."

"Thanks," Fennel said.

"Are you two dating or something?" Tina asked.

"NO! She was just giving me some pointers on how to flirt." Fennel said.

"Wait what!? Zoey and Fennel are dating!?" Harper yelped from a few seats away.

"Oh, god dammit," Zoey muttered, facepalming as the new, hottest rumor began to spread amongst the girls.

"What's the fastest way to kill that rumor, Zoey." Fennel asked as she dug her face into the seat in front of her.

"A juicier rumor that contradicts it," Zoey sighed, "Otherwise, we're gonna have to deal with this for awhile until it blows over."

"What would be juicy enough." Fennel asked.

"Hell if I know. Us dating is pretty juicy," Zoey shrugged.

"Can't we just make something up about Bread. like that he's balding or something?" Fennel asked.

"Balding? Really? That's the juiciest thing you can think of?" Zoey shook her head, "Besides, that has nothing to do with us. If we say he's bald, then there'd just be two unrelated rumors flying around."

"Can't we just make up something about the other night that sounds reasonable." Fennel said trying to wrack her brain for something to use to distract the other girls from thinking she and Zoey were dating didn't have to do with the fight.

"... I would say something about you and Bread, but Clara was there and she'll debunk that shit right away," Zoey muttered.

"What if we don't lie and let her debunk their conclusions?" Fennel suggested. "But wait that implies I slept with him."

"You slept with Bread!?" Ruby gasped, "And Bread said he had a crush on Zo-... Is Bread dating both of you!?"

"You know, I'd be fine if I just died right now, you know, that'd be pretty cool," Zoey murmured to the ceiling of the bus.

"Oh geeze we shoud lave just left it there." Fennel said as she sank into the chair.

"... Wait.. I got it," Zoey came up with a brilliant idea, "We just have to break up with each other."

"ZOEY, YOU'RE A STUPID FLOOZY!" Fennel shouted.

"You're stupid!" Ruby yelled.

"Not now, Ruby! Fen, your ears are big and stupid! And you suck ass at eating ass!" Zoey snapped.

Fennel's time with the troupe of actors came in handy as tears fell down her face. Sobbing she shouted "YOU THOT!"

"I don't even know what that is! You threw up in my fucking vag!" Zoey screamed, "And I am sick of your whiny-ass bullshit! We are over, you hear me!? We're threw!"

"AND I'M DONE WITH YOUR SPECIESIST COMMENTS I'M EVEN MORE DONE WITH YOU!" The tears continued to roll down Fennel's face.

"Wait, WHAT!? NO I'M MORE DONE WITH YOU!" Zoey seethed.

"You'll never find anyone as good as me. I hope you die alone." Fennel hissed.

"Oh, man! I hope I never find anyone else like you! I probably would die then after shooting myself in the head, you bitch!"

"I'm VIXEN you ignorant slut," Fennel lashed out as her ears drooped down as she cried into her hands.

Zoey watched Fennel for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Look.. I.. We both said things we regret... Maybe.. Maybe we can still make this work.. We don't have to throw away what we have. That isn't what love is for."

"No, Zoey, it's over. I tried to make my ears all nice just for you then you call them big and stupid."

"I didn't mean that, Fenny," Zoey swore, stroking Fennel's cheek with one hand, "They aren't stupid. They're exotic."

"Don't touch me!" Fennel seethed.

:... Fine.. I.. I want you to know though that... I won't forget the good times," Zoey promised.

"There weren't any. You always made fun of me." Fennel lamented.

"But... What about the beach?" Zoey asked.

"Wait, what the hell are you guys talking about?" Clara finally spoke up, looking back at Fennel and Zoey.

Fennel poked her tear soaked face out from her hands. "We're dispelling a rumor." Fennel said.

"You're giving me a brain tumor, that is what you are doing," Clara stated, "My god.. Fennel and Zoey aren't dating each other. You guys are being stupid."


"You were stupid too. And you," Clara looked at both Zoey and Fennel before sitting back down in her seat.

"Fair enough." Fennel said. "Fenny? Really Zoey."

"Fuck if I know, I was trying to make it believable," Zoey shrugged.

"No, it was good, have you tried acting before?

"Every day," Zoey snapped Fennel two finger guns and winked.

"Well, now that that's cleared up." Fennel said as she streched and closed her eyes for a moment. Her tail was draped across her lap almost like a small blanket.

"Wow... It is soft," Elizabeth remarked, echoing Tina's earlier words as she pressed her hands into the fluffy tail.

Fennel, not paying particular attention let out soft purr in response, it seemed she was trying to fall asleep. Odds were she would get little more than a power nap at best.

Elizabeth looked up at Fennel, then down to her tail, then up at Fennel again, then down to her tail again. She lowered herself some before looking back up at Fennel, then back to the tail which she gently rested her head upon.

Fennel's purring continued for another moment before slowly cutting off.

Hey Bob does the radio on this thing work?" Brendan asked.

"Lemme check," Bob responded, spinning the radio's knob for a second, "Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Poryswan likes radio's is all. I'll tell it to not hop in there." Brendan remarked.

"I don't care about the radio. I just wanna drive," Bob commented.

Poryswan upon hearing these words hopped into the radio and started playing some music:

"I think it picked that for you." Brendan said commenting on the pokemon's choice of music.

"'The Doomslayer'," Clara repeated from the song, "Wonder what that is."

"Sounds like a videogame." Brendan commented.

"'Doomslayer'.... Haven't heard that one in a while," Bob noted as he listened to the music, "But I've never heard this stuff before."

”It suits you. sounds like what would play while you kill demons in Hell and all that jazz.” Brendan commented “It sounds like the girls are dead set on finding a hotel with a pool.”

"Yeah, I guess it would. I could see myself stomping some heads to this. It's really strong," Bob agreed, "And sure, I'm sure it's not that hard to find a hotel with a pool around here."

"I haven't heard this kind of music before. It's nice," Clara remarked, opening her notebook and writing a little.

“I think maybe it could use a trumpet.” Brendan commented.

"Mmm... I think it's relaxing as is," Clara said while shaking her head.

I cannot see a single relaxing tempo to this music. It's loud and chaotic. You would think that your most orderly sister would be the one to hate it the most, would you not?

"Yeah, Clara's weird... Still some pretty good stuff though," Zoey remarked, enjoying the music for different, more expected reasons than Clara.

I will agree, it is well-made... but I prefer slower, more rythmic songs. Helps to think and concentrate.

The sudden addition of rock music woke Fennel from her nap. Peering down she noticed the younger girl using her tail as a pillow.

"You like it too, Clara?" Bob asked, turning back to look to her for a moment, before focusing back on the road.

"Like I said, it's relaxing," Clara answered.

“Hey Elizabeth.” Fennel said commenting on the girl's presence.

"Huh, wha?" Elizabeth blinked herself awake before looking around upon noticing the intense music playing in the bus.

“What are you doing?” Fennel asked.

"Oh, um.. I was just.. Taking a nap," Elizabeth answered, completely rising to a sit before rubbing her eyes.

“On my lap?”

"... Your tail looked really comfy."

“Clara did say that this morning too. it's just a little strange is all.” Fennel commented. She didn’t really mind Elizabeth's actions, just moreso somewhat puzzled.

"I just wanted to see what it was like since Clara got to," Elizabeth admitted.

”so I guess I’m like everyone’s pillow now?” Fennel stated.

Brendan looked at the map for a moment, “Yeah it seems one of these more built up cities should hace a decent number of pools, but we’re probably going to have stop by another mall.”

"Can I buy a gun this time?" Mary asked.

"Mary, why would you need a gun?" Bob asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Well, why does Zoey get a gun? I'm older than her," Mary replied.

"Honestly, I'm not sure how she made that through customs," Bob explained, thinking about it for a moment, "...Y'know, you're right. Next time we get to a mall, I'll help you with that, alright?"

“Guns aren’t really popular back on Hoenn.” Brendan commented.

"Thanks, Bob," Mary smiled, "You're the best."

"Can I get a gun too?" Maria asked.

"No, you're terrible with guns," Mary snapped.

“I don’t get why you all want to use my tail as a pillow it has next to no support.” Fennel wondered.

"Hey, if you get a gun, why can't she learn to use one too?" Bob asked.

"She has to learn first," Mary stated, "I'd trust Ruby with a gun before I trust Maria with one- Uh- No offense, Ruby."

"It's okay," Ruby nodded.


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Re: Dimensional Clash IX [IC]

Post by Lowfn on Wed Oct 10, 2018 5:49 pm

Part three... Still going...

“If you get a gun can I shoot it a bit?” Fennel asked.

"Yeah, I said she'd learn how to use it," Bob remarked, "I'll make sure she won't forget about something like safety or something else important."

Fennel let a out a giggle at the thought of Bob wielding some sort of firearm.

"What's so funny about it? I've held plenty of guns in my time," Bob stated.

“It’s just you’d look good wielding some sort of firearms is all.” Fennel replied in a sheepish tone. Fennel then tapped her index fingers together before continuing. “You just.... look... like more a... melee weapons... boy.”

"Well, I can certainly handle those too," Bob laughed, "Oh, man, you should see me with a chainsaw. Once, there was this Hell Baron, and I just..."He made a chainsaw revving sound, "Right down the freakin' middle!"

“Have you ever just like cleaved something in half with a greatsword.” Fennel asked in an excited tone.

"Never had the chance, sadly," Bob noted, "There's a bunch of times it'd be great to hack into a demon with one, but they never came up."

“Aw, it‘d be pretty hot if you did.” Fennel the realized wtat she had said before covering her face with her ears. Many of the girls around Fennel burst into laughter or giggles.

Bob tried to stifle his laughs for a moment, but could not keep them back. "I'll try to keep that in mind," he wheezed.

"D-Do you.." Elizabeth had a hard time speaking in the midst of her giggling, but tried not to be too loud, "Do you like Bob?"

“No. Boys with weapons are just kinda hot it all.” Fennel said as her face was still covered

"You know..." Zoey started, butting into the conversation and lowering her voice, "Bob is your type... And I think he's the kinda guy that would wait until marriage or whatever..."

"But he's old." Fennel added.

"Bah. He's like, maybe 30?" Zoey scoffed.

"He's like twice my age." Fennel remarked.

"... How old're you?"

"Seventeen." Fennel said.

"That's not that bad. C'mon.. He's like.. The perfect.. Warrior guy. I'm sure he could swing two of those warhammer things at once!" Zoey enthused.

"It's wierd. and I doubt he's into me anyways." Fennel commented.

"But if he was?"

"I'd consider it but he's an adult." Fennel added.

"So are you," Zoey shrugged.

"In Varie yeah, I have to pay taxes and just barely in Laviturn." Fennel explianed.

"Okay, but we're not in Varabla or Lavibloo. You're an adult by my place's standards, and I'm sure here too, but who even cares about that anyway. My point is, he fits everything you want," Zoey explained.

"I know but it'd be weird." Fennel stated. "I mean I don't even know if it's worth being in a relationship right now."

"Well, duh, you don't know, but how would you know if you don't try? Don't be a scaredy cat. You're a vixen, not a pussy."

"Okay fine. I'll ask him later but He'll just say no anyway." Fennel said, finally giving in.

"Yes! And we'll do it when you got a bikini too," Zoey clapped.

"I don't like wearing bikinis" Fennel commented.

"Then what the hell're you gonna wear to the pool?" Zoey asked, "Don't say a one piece."

"A one piece."

"Oh, come on," Zoey groaned.

"Bikinis don't really work for me."

"But why? You'd look great in a bikini," Zoey insisted.

"Because I'm a fox." Fennel stated.


"They don't stay on very well. One pieces are just a lot less hassle." Fennel finally said.

"You must've just had a bad bikini. When we get to a mall, I'll find you a good one," Zoey waved away Fennel's notion.

"Its the fur, moves around to much." Fennel stated.

"Bah, you just had a crapkini. Just try a bikini from the mall. If you don't like it, we won't get it."

"I just like one pieces." Fennel argued.

"Hmph... We'll compromise then. I get to pick out your one piece."

"Fine." Fennel said. "I don't know why you're so insistant on me wearing a bikini."

"You'd look good in it is all," Zoey shrugged, "I'm sure Bob would think so too... Then again, he's also a prude."

"I'm telling you, he's not going to be intersested in me." Fennel said one last time.

"My god, you're just like Jannet. You need to give yourself a bit more credit. Bob might not even care about tthe whole fox thing at all."

"It's the age gap." Fennel responded as she rose an eyebrow.

"Pfft. You're mature enough," Zoey scoffed, "And we'll get you a one piece or two piece that makes you look mature-er too."

"Okay fine. But if it doesn't work, I told you so." Fennel remarked.

"It'll work. If not, I'll eat you out," Zoey shrugged before remembering Fennel is a prude, "Wait, right. Prude."

Fennel crossed her arms and said "Yes, prude..."

"I'll let you slap me again if it doesn't work, how about that?"

"Sounds fair." Fennel said. She then yawned before resting her face agaist the window hoping to resume her nap.


A many hours later the bus pulled up in the parking lot of a large grocery store which could be assumed to have clothes. Zoey was practically dragging Fennel out of the bus and into the store by her hand while many of the other girls excitedly rushed past them.

Fennel wasn't particularly happy to be dragged to the swim suit section, but she didn't really have much in the way of options at the moment.

Brendan stepped out of the bus, "Hey, Bob, do you want me to drive to the hotel? You've been driving for a while now."

“I can get it,” Bob remarked.

Soon enough Fennel and Zoey were in the clothing department. The duo were looking at swimsuits, Fennel was looking at a rather modest one piece while Zoey seemed to have other plans.

Zoey held up a dark green one piece with a deep cut down to the abdomen on the front. The sides seemed like they would show off a good deal of sideboob, meaning the strap-like trinagles that were the front would just cover what needed to cover on the chest. This was after having found an even more revealing two-piece and a bikini of the same color.

"I found you the good shit," Zoey proclaimed, holding up the three swimsuits.

"Could you do something alittle less revealing.?"

"Hey, you said that if you're getting a one piece, I get to pick it," Zoey reminded.

"I didn't expect you'd find a bikini held to gether by dentral floss."

"Come oooon. This is modest!"

"If the neck line was just a little higher that would be great." Fennel suggested.

"How about the two piece then? That covers the cleavage a bit more," Zoey asked. While it did indeed cover the cleavage, everything but the breasts and the area inbetween would be revealed on the torso, and the bottom was practically a bikini but a bit wider.

"If I can't convince you to find something that coveres more I might as well go with that." Fennel said in a defeated tone.

"Great! Now go try it on!" Zoey ordered, pushing the two piece into Fennel and towards a changing room.

The door closed behind Fennel and she quickly changed into the swimsuit and opened the door. Fennel was clearly uncomfortable as expressed by Fennel grabbing her upper arm and wrapping her tail around her waist.

"Hmm... Move your tail and stuff. I can't even see, come on," Zoey waved her hands.

Fennel's tail dropped as she let go of her arms. "Perfect," Zoey declared, making an 'ok' hand gesture, "I knew it'd look good on you as soon as I saw it."

Are you sure you can't pick anything else that's just a tad less revealing?" Fennel asked

"You gotta be more comfortable showing off what you got," Zoey insisted, "Also no."

"Please." Fennel begged. "I just don't feel comfortable flaunting everything off to the world."

"But why?"

"I just don't, It's immodest."

"So? You don't need to be modest if you got something there to flaunt," Zoey proclaimed.

"But that's the point of modesty." Fennel complained.

"Bah! Modesty is something dumb made up by ugly people so people who aren't ugly don't make them feel bad for being ugly, but that isn't fair to the pretty girls."

"Whatever I'll just pay for one myself." Fennel said as she walked back into the changing room and looking through the pockets of her shorts. A groan could be heard shortly afterwards.

"Man! I have so much money!" Zoey called out as she flipped through the bills she pulled our of her bra.

Fennel then closed the door and threw the swimsuit over the changing room door. "Fine." Fennel said as she began changing back into her clothes. She then walked out of the changing room.

"Yes!" Zoey exclaimed, relishing in her small victory.

"I think this is just going to attract creeps Zoey."

"Maybe, yeah, but I'll be there to warn you, remember?" Zoey replied, "Just try to enjoy the attention."

:But sometimes it's too much. You don't know what wierdos are taking pictures." Fennel added as she walked away from the clothing department.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to that," Zoey grinned.

"Well I don't," Fennel replied.

It seemed that while this was going on Brendan seemed to be buying a pair of swim trunks as Fennel walked by. "Do you think they have any bows in the sporting goods section?" Fennel mused trying to change the subject.

"Like a shooting bow?" Zoey asked for clarification.

"Yeah, like with arrows and stuff." Fennel clarified.

"Yeah, maybe. Why would you want a bow though?"

“i just want to try one out.” Fennel commented.

"Okay, we'll probably find Mary over there," Zoey shrugged.

Meanwhile, Ruby had dragged Bob into the men's area of the clothing section. "Zoey said you have to swim too!" She explained.

“Alright,” Bob grumbled, “But I’m not wearing a speedo, got it?”

"Sorry, Zoey," Ruby muttered quietly, "Okay, no speedos! But you still have to get something, and Zoey said I had to make sure it looks good."

“I’m not sure she’s the pinnacle of male fashion knowledge,” Bob remarked, looking at a few pairs of trunks.

"I dunno. Zoey's a lot smarter than people think," Ruby smiled.

“Alright,” Bob nodded, grabbing a pair of swimming trunks and examining them further, “So, what’s she want me to swim so much for? Is she gonna try and fuck me or something?”

"No, she said you're too much of a prude for that," Ruby shook her head.

Fennel's big stupid ears picked up on Ruby and Bob’s conversation and headed over to investigate.

“Then why the heck does she want me to swim so bad?” Bob asked again, tossing the pair of swimming trunks into their cart.

Fennel then popped her head out from behind a rack of clothes. “What are you two up to?”

Ruby examined the trunks for a moment before answering, "She wants you to have fun. Also, you're hot."

“I... Thanks?” Bob questioned Ruby’s choice of a comeback to his question, “I guess that makes sense. It’s been a long three days... Oh, hey Fennel,” he turned to greet her.

“Oh I guess I’ll just be going then.” Fennel said as she tried to slip away, though this escape attempt would probably be thwarted by Zoey or Ruby.

Thankfully, Ruby was in on the scheme Zoey was putting together. "Bob, look! They have cookies over there!" She exclaimed loudly, pointing to the baked goods section over yonder and trying to pull both Bob and the cart.

”Oh, okay,” Bob nodded along, not knowing of the plot as he walked along and said, “See you later, Fennel,”

“Okay see you later Bob.” Fennel said with a wave as Doomguy walked away.

Once Bob and Ruby were perusing the cookies, Ruby piped up, "You know, I think Fennel likes you."

“After that thing about me and guns back on the bus, I think so too,” Bob chuckled.

"You guys would be cute together," Ruby giggled, "Do you like her too?"

“Her?” Bob asked, picking up a thing of Oreos before answering, “I mean, I like her as a friend, but not like that.”

"What if you guys went on a date and got to know each other?" Ruby suggested in an innocent tone while gawking at a box of double chocolate chip cookies.

“Umm... I don’t know about that,” Bob remarked, “Dates are more for romantic stuff, and I’m not really into Fennel like that...”

"No! Dates are to see if people want to be romantic. Or... The first date at least," Ruby explained.

“Besides,” Bob said, “There’s that age difference problem. She’s like what, seventeen?”

"Yeah, but she's really mature," Ruby answered while examining a package of cookies with frosting and sprinkles.

“I... I dunno. I’m still not sure I’d want to go out with someone that young,” Bob regarded, looking over a carton of Fig Newtons.

"You might really like her though, and it's not like you guys have to go out with each other after a first date," Ruby stated.

“...That’s fair, fine,” Bob finally caved in, “If she asks, I’ll say yes. She’d be fine with that, don’t you think?”

Ruby looked up at Bob and smiled, "Yeah... Can we get these cookies with the sprinkles on them?"

“I don’t see why not,” Bob nodded as he took the sprinkled cookies and put them in the cart.

"Zoey's gonna be really happy you said yes," Ruby remarked, sitting on the front of the cart while Bob pushed.

“Oh, it was just for Zoey?” Bob asked.

"Zoey told me what to say," Ruby answered, "She's a lot smarter than people think."

“Oh?” Bob sighed, “She also tell you to get me to say yes to Fennel if she asked me on a date?”

"Mhm, well, she told me what to say to get you to say yes."

“How do I get myself into these situations...” Bob grumbled to himself.

"Zoey's the best."

“Yeah, yeah,” Bob continued to grumble on, “Whatever. I guess she’s got Fennel getting ready to ask me? And this entire pool thing was also another part of her plan?”

"Kinda, but Zoey really just wants to show off her body at the pool," Ruby clarified.

“She better be wearing something,” Bob looked at Ruby with a demanding glance, “I’ve already seen enough of your boobs for a while.”

"She has a bikini, don't worry," Ruby giggled.

”Good. With you guys last night, and your distraction, I’ve had enough of it,” Bob harrumphed.

Fennel then dropped her ears as she asked “Do I really have to ask him? I mean this is all so dumb, it's only going to make things awkward." Fennel looked at Zoey, “Where’s Bob I just want to get this over with.”

"C'mon, you gotta have a better attitude about it!" Zoey insisted, "I'm sure everything will be just fine. Nothing's gonna be 'dumb' or 'awkward'."

"They went to the bakery right?" Fennel asked as she brushed her hair back with her hand.

"Yeah," Zoey nodded with certainty, "I guess we can head over there, but smile."

Fennel then walked down the aisle into the bakery until she met up with Bob and Ruby. Fennel was neverous of embarrassing herself, the tip if her tail has wrapped around her ankle, she tapped her index fingers together.

Bob seized up for a moment, thinking this was a bit sudden for the question. He looked to Fennel, then to Zoey, then to Fennel again.

Fennel twitched her ears as she looked up at Bob. "um- Do you like want to go on a date or something like that." Fennel asked her tone was thick with embarrassment.

“Uhh... Sure,” Bob nodded, having agreed to it beforehand, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Fennel's ears flipped upwards as she responded with an unsure "Really?"

”Yeah,” Bob nodded, a glare falling on Zoey for a moment, “It sounds good to me.”

Fennel was surprised that Bob acctually said yes, "Oh what do you want to do?" Fennel asked.

“I... I got no idea,” Bob chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

"Have you ever been surfing?" Fennel asked.

”Surfing? Never,” Bob shook his head, “It’s always seemed fun, though.”

"It's a lot of fun, I think you would like it." Fennel commented.

“Yeah... where would we surf, though?” Bob asked.

"Maybe a lake or if the pool is big enough

“Alright. Consider it a date,” Bob smiled.

"Okay." Fennel said as she slowly snuck away.

"Lt's go check out those bows," Zoey smiled, patting Fennel on the back as they both left.

At that moment Brendan approached the group "So what did Fennel ask about?"

“Ah, nothing,” Bob mused, “Just a date, nothing really.”

"Didn't she think I was the hot one?" Brendan asked.

“It’s nothing; Zoey and Ruby planned it all out to get us to do it,” Bob answered, “I’m pretty sure she’s on the know how about it anyways, so it’ll be fine.”

"Why did I know that those two were involved." Brendan added, "We shoud probably get out of here soon, we don't need to buy anymore food.

“Yeah, but I gotta help Mary and Maria with the gun situation,” Bob explained.

"Oh yeah the gun thing. It sounded like Fennel really likes weapons and stuff, kind of strange.”

“Yeah, a bit. I figured that a bit after she got all weird about it on the bus,” Bob mumbled, “Anyways, I’m gonna head down to the sporting goods and help them out with that. You do what you want, maybe start gathering up the girls?”

"Yeah sure." Brendan said as he started wandering the store looking for the girls.

Meanwhile Fennel had gotten ahold of one of the bows. "These are kind of lame to be honest."

She then noticed Bob walking to the sporting goods section. He was going to buy a gun. Now had Bob just been a random guy buying a gun she wouldn't have cared that much. But a combination of having to hold off from developing any relationships in Varie, the recent prodding from Zoey and the fact that Bob actually said yes, she was a bit head over heels for the marine at the moment.

Fennel was pulling the string back on the bow once again when she noticed the man. She let go of the string as she said "Oh, hey Bob." with a wave and a particulalrly bubbly tone.

Bob, thinking Fennel was just acting for the girls, went along with her reaction. “Oh, hey Fennel,” Bob winked, walking up to the counter where Mary would be.

"Bob! There you are!" Mary exclaimed, "Look! They have an FN-FAL here! Or.. Well.. It looks like one at least.. Everything here's probably way more advanced than the guns where I'm from.”

Fennel walked up to the counter with Bob and placed the bow, "And can I put this back?"

“Yeah, they probably shoot lasers or something,” Bob remarked.

"Sir, is this your daughter?" The lcerk at the counter asked, "She's been bugging me for the past twenty minutes."

“Oh... yeah, she’s my daughter,” Bob winked to Mary, “I just needed to do some browsing, but we’re here to buy a few firearms.”

"Alright, can you show me your license first just so I can get the computer ready?" The clerk asked, he took the bow off of the counter and set it to the side for later re-shelving.

Fennel watched as Bob attempted to purchase the firearm.

“Oh, right, let me...” Bob patted his pants before groaning, “Aw Hell, I don’t have mine on me. Probably left it back at the house- stupid me!”

"That's fine, sir. If you can give me your name and the license number, I should be able to look it up," The clerk assured.

“Ah, alright,” Bob laughed anxiously, “My name’s Bob Anderson, and the number is...”

"Did you forget your number again Mr. Anderson?" Fennel asked hoping it would make give Bob time to make up a number.

”Oh yeah!” Bob surmised, “6-3-3-8-0-5-5-1. That’s the number.”

"Thaaaank you," Clerk mumbled as he typed the number into the computer, "Gonna take a second for it to look everything up. You'd think it'd be faster by now, but.." The clerk shrugged, "While that's doing that, what are you looking for today?"

”Well, me and my daughter were looking for something to take... prairie dog hunting,” Bob explained, “And my wife sold our last gun a few months back ‘cause she ‘didn’t feel safe with it around’. Anyways, Mary here’s been wanting to go for a while, so I decided ‘why not’?”

Zoey looked on with a calm smile, but on the inside she was tearing herself apart watching this horrific display of deceit. It was utter garbage and quite painful to observe. Why did Bob have to add all these unecessary details that could serve to poke holes in his story later?

"I don't know why she didn't feel safe, you're such a good shot Mr. Anderson." Fennel commented.

“...Thanks,” Bob replied, “I’m sorry, but who are you? I feel like we’ve met before but I don’t know.”

"Very funny Mr. Anderson." Fennel replied.

Jesus fucking Christ kill me now god dammit I don't want to be alive anymore fucking shit, Zoey thought to herself. They were both completely incompetent when it came to this sort of thing.

I agree. They’re both terrible at lying.

"Uh, okay.. Well, are you looking for lethal or nonlethal rounds? We got a few that can take both, but they're a bit more pricey then the picky rifles," The clerk inquired.

“I think we’ll go with the picky rifles,” Bob stated, “Lethal rounds.”

"Gotcha, well, I think we have something similar to what your kid was looking at over.. Oh, the computer's done..." The clerk glanced over at the screen and frowned, "Huh... Your number was 6-3-3-8-0-5-5-1 right? It ain't showing up for me. I'm guessing maybe it's expired or something because I don't see it."

“Ah shoot!” Bob slapped its head, “6-3-3-8-0-7-5-1! That’s what it was! Bah, I’m such a moron!”

"Don't worry about it. It's a long number," The clerk waved a hand before reentering the number and letting the computer run, "Anyway, are you both getting a rifle, or just her?"

“Both,” Bob smiled, “If you can.”

"Sure thing. Since your kid was checking it out, I got two of these over in some cases back there," The clerk jabbed a thumb to a door with two omnics guarding it, "Though if there's something else you're wanting, we probably have it."

“No, these are probably good,” Bob nodded, “We’ll take ‘em.”

"Can I carry one?" Fennel asked.

"Sure, you can take one of the displays off the rack right there," The clerk pointed to a tall shelf with a wide variety of rifles of different kinds and designs free for anyone to hold, "I'll head in the back real quick and make sure we got these in stock sti- Oh, computer's done already!"

Fennel then walked over and picked up one of the display models. and began to pose with one of the rifles, hoping that Bob would notice.

"... Nothing's showing up. Yeah, it's probably expired," The clerk reasoned, "If I could sell you a rifle, I would, but I can't do anything if your license is expired, sir. Sorry about that."

”Ah, dang,” Bob snapped, “Sorry Mary, look’s like we’re not going hunting.”

"Oh... Shit," Mary mumbled with disappointment.

Fennel then grabbed Bob's hand and tried to drag him to the entrance of the store. "Come on Mr. Anderson you probably just left all the information in the car."

“Yeah, probably...” Bob mumbled, gesturing for Mary to follow before he had an epiphany, eyes widening as he agreed, “Yeah, definitely.”

"Come Mr. Anderson. They j not going to come this way." Fennel said as she continuied to drag Bob to the entrance of the store. Zoey, Ruby, and Mary followed them as the rest of the girls seemed to be ready to leave.

Somehow during the rest of these events Brendan mangaged to wrangle up the rest of the girls and were waiting outside the bus.

“Hey Brendan,” Bob began, “You said you could get my guns back, right?”

"Yeah I just need an an internet connection. Poryswan knows teleport.”

“An internet connection- that’s kind of dumb,” Bob noted.

"Poryswan is a digital pokemon. It's the easiest way to get them."

"My camera has wifi," Clara stated, "I don't know why, but it does."

Poryswan then popped out of the bus's radio and entered the camera and a few moments later Bob's weapons and armor started to appear before the group.

"... Where did you fit all of this?" Clara blinked.

“I honestly have no clue,” Bob remarked with a shrug.

Clara was about to accuse Bob of bullshittery, but realized he was telling the truth and looked up at him with a look of dumbfoundment.

Fennel then took note of Bob's armor as her tail began slowly wagging back and forth. Zoey glanced at Fennel's tail, then the pile of armor and weapons, and grinned.

Bob picked up his helmet and sighed, “Oh, I missed this stuff. Mary, you wanna choose one of my guns?”

"Wait, really?" Mary gasped, quickly looking around at the pile eagerly before snatching the grenade launcher and holding it up high. It was very big compared to her. "Is this what I think it is?"

Fennel then picked up the chest piece of Bob's armor. "Oh wow this is really heavy."

”If you’re thinking it’s a grenade launcher, then you’re dead right,” Bob nodded, “And it’s heavy armor, but nothing’s gonna get through it.”

"Bob just walked around wearing that like it was nothing back in Mexico," Zoey remarked.

"Really?" Fennel asked, she was clearly surprised by how Bob wasn't burdened at all by the armor.

"Oh, yeah. And he was still able to pick up, like, all of us when we tried dog piling him," Zoey affirmed.

Fennel's tail wagging picked up in pace as she heard this.

"Can I take the grenade launcher?" Mary asked with wide eyes and an even wider smile.

"You bet," Bob laughed, "But you gotta be sure you don't shoot it anywhere inside or anywhere near people, alright?"

"Of course. It's like miniature artillery," Mary nodded, lowering her arms and looking down at the grenade launcher.

Fennel then climbed in the bus and took the seat closest to the driver's seat as possible as she began swinging her legs back and forth with a giddy grin on her face, as she waited for Bob to start driving the bus again.

"Yeah, it packs a punch," Bob agreed, "I shoved one of its 'nades down a demon's throat once. That fat son of a bitch went KA-BOOM, giblets everywhere! It was freaking great..." the Doomguy sighed as he reminisced.

"Wow..." Mary gawked.

"Alright, everyone! Let's get this show on the road! I wanna get swimming A.S.A.P.!" Zoey hollered, gesturing her arms as the girls began to pile into the bus. Tina, as expected, sat next to Fennel. Zoey and Ruby changed seats to remain behind the two. Clara sat alone, reserving the spot next to her for Brendan.

Brendan sat next to Clara and waited for the bus to start moving.

"Alright, let's get to that hotel!" Bob stated loudly, starting up the bus and driving off.


As expected, Zoey had on a tight bikini that revealed as much as legally possible. Ruby, of course, copied her older sister's attire as the two strutted out of the bus' bathroom, ready to swim and show off. As everyone filed out of the bus, Zoey stopped Bob and Fennel at the door.

"Ah-ah-ah! Where are you two going?" She asked smugly.

"We were both... going down to the pool..." Bob answered in his dark-green trunks.

"No you weren't," Zoey retorted, holding up Bob's map she presumably swiped during the bus ride. She unfolded it and pointed to a nearby lake on the map, "You guys are going riiight here. There's probably some people, but it's definitely less crowded and you can surf there with Fen's magic."

Fennel was quite uncomfortable to be wearing such a revealing bathing suit. "I mean, as long I can collect enough kineteic energy, it should be fine." she commented.-

"I.. I guess that's alright," Bob shrugged. He knew that Zoey was doing this for her faux-romance plot, but still thought Fennel was most definitely in on it, a sort of prank against him.

"Great! Now shoo! Get back on the bus," Zoey waved her hands, shooing Bob and Fennel away.

Fennel grabbed on to Bob's arm, These could definately cut demons in half She thought as she began walking back onto the bus. "Come on, Bob, let's go find the lake."

"Yeah, let's..." Bob agreed, walking back onto the bus and beginning to drive to the decided lake.

Once the two were gone, Zoey snapped her fingers upwards. "Ernie!" She called out.

Down from the sky, Ernie floated. "Yes, Overseer Zoey?" he asked with no emotion.

"I need you to go to the lake that Bob and Fennel are going to. Before they get there, I need you to leave a warhammer for them. A really big and impressive one. Also, leave a picnic basket there with some sandwiches and uh... Snacks and drinks. Make sure to put a note saying, 'For Bob and Fennel' so they know it's for them. Once you leave the stuff there, come back here. Got it?"

"....Approximately how large?" Ernie asked.

"Uh... Big. But small enough to where a guy like Bob would be able to lift it and swing it around. Oh! And leave a hidden camera! I wanna see how their date goes." Zoey deviously giggled to herself.

"Affirmitive." And with that, Ernie shot off, ready to finish its assigned tasks


Soon enough the star struck fox and Bob arrived at the lake. It was relatively void of people aside from a few scattered groups of people. The two would be effectively alone.

Fennel stepped out of the bus an noticed a large log lying near the beach. Fennel then touched the log as it slowly reshaped into a large surf board.

"Wow," Bob remarked as he walked down the bus' stairs, "This place is really nice... wait, is that just a random picnic in the middle of nowhere?"

"IS THAT A TWO HANDED CELTIC WAR HAMMER!" Fennel exclaimed upon noticing the weapon. She then ran over, and after an audible grunt lifted the weapon, and began to swinging it around.

Fennel started slowing down before slamming the hammer into the ground."It's so evenly balanced too!" Fennel awed. She then crouched and grabbed the mallet of the weapon and said "Bob! Swing this thing around!"

"Alright," Bob agreed to the challenge with a nod taking the hammer in one hand, glaring it over as if it were nothing. "You sure you wanna be on it?"

"I've wanted to do this for ages," Fennel beamed.

"Well, alright... if you insist..." Bob said, before beginning to swing the hammer around, Fennel included.

Needless to say, Fennel was enjoying herself as she was swung around on the hammer.

After a few minutes, Fennel let go and managed to nail a quite impressive landing. She then noticed the basket. "What's that?" Bob was a lot stronger than see expected and so quick to take up here request.

"It's a picnic," Bob said, slowing his swinging to a halt, walking over and seeing the note, "Oh. The girls set this up."

“Oh, that's thoughtful of them.” Fennel said as she started digging through the basket. After a few seconds, Fennel produced a sandwich from the basket and asked, “You hungry?”

"Oh, yeah, thanks," Bob agreed as he sat down, taking the sandwich from Fennel and beginning to munch down on it.

Fennel sat down and placed her palms on her cheeks as she watched Bob eat the sandwich. she admired his figure and cariong personality she noticed. As Fennel watched Bob she notices just how comfortable she was around him, she had only known him for a few days but she was able to feel normal aroujd him.

Halfway through his sandwich, Bob looked back at Fennel, "You uh... you alright?"

Fennel clearly embarrassed to have been caught staring quickly replied. “I was just wondering if you knew what kind of sandwich it was.” Was what she felt merely infatuation or something else?

"Hmm... I think it's a ham and cheese," Bob informed, "But I'm not that hungry," he set down his remaining half of the sandwich onto a napkin and stood up, "I think we should go for a swim. How about you?"

Fennel then scampered to pull the board to chest deep water before clambering on top and patting the back end of the board, beckoning Bob to join her.

Bob nodded, taking a second to peel off his shirt, before trodding into the lake. "Oh, that's refreshing," he laughed as he waded out to Fennel and the board, accepting her open space on the board.

Fennel was quite surprised to see just how well ripped Bob was, sure Brendan was toned but that didn’t hold a candle to the marine. While sitting on her knees, Fennel paddled the board out to the middle of the lake with her ears point backwards. “So at first you kind of want to lie down then then once you feel the board start moving forwards. If you want we can do a few body board waves first just so you can get the hang of it?” Fennel the turned around so she could face Bob when he responded.

“That sounds fine by me,” Bob responded with a nod, “Like I’ve said, I’ve never done it, so this is all new.”

"Hmm. It'd probably be best if you get on the front of the board at first." Fennel started before slipping into the water.

"Alright," Bob agreed with Fennel, moving to the front of the wooden surfboard

After Bob repositioned himself Fennel climbed back onto the board. Fennel had made a point to lie down on the board once she climbed back on top. A few moments later, a wave came up from behind the couple, The fox's island upbringing had given her a good sense of timing when it came to wave riding, As the swell of water began pushing the board forward, Fennel shot up. After a brief moment of confusion for having to take the front heavy board into account, she was soon guiding the board across the length the wave. The wave was pariticulalry large, so much that the two were effectivly in a tunnel. The board quickly moved through the crashing wave before it was direcfted to the crest of the wave. The board went above the crest, While Fennel was able to stand on the board she noticed Bob was falling and quickly fell as if she were trying to help him save face.

Bob tried to steady himself on the board, but could not stand with ease and fell right off the board, losing his balance and splashing into the water. He splashed and kicked for a second, getting his bearings again, before laughing, "Wow!"

Fennel fell into the water shortly after, upon surfacing she joined Bob in his laughter before splashing him and saying, "Sorry I got just a little carried away there." with her ears drooping downwards. Fennel then swam back to the board and paddled it back to Bob.

Bob held up a hand, “I don’t think surfing’s my thing,” he chuckled, “Not that I don’t like it, I just don’t think I’m the best guy for it.”

Fennel was positioned at the front of the board as she paddled it back towards Bob. "Can we give it one more shot, please?" She said with a slight pout. Her ears were drooped down as if try to appear slightly more cute in an attempt to convince Bob to give the activity another try.

Bob took a moment before sighing, “Alright, one more time,” as he got back onto the board.

Fennel was lying down on the board causaly making the ocasional stroke in the water as Bob climbed onto the board. After the marine finished clambering on to the back of the board Fennel spoke. "Okay so just do as I do, and you should be fine."

A few moments later another wave came up and as the board started moving forward Fennel got up a bit slower so that Bob could watch her technique.

Bob, following what Fennel had said, mimicked the Laviturnian’s actions as well as he could.

After that Fennel began steering the board to go through the tunnel created by the crashing wave. Fennel then extended a hand to touch the wave spraying water behind the point of contact. "Now try and reach a little bit." Looking forward, the tunnel seemed to exceptionally long as it led straight back to shore.

Bob did as asked, extending a burly arm to touch the wave. “Wow.. this is awesome!”

"Yeah it's something special." Fennel remarked. She was almost certain these feelings were more than meet infatuation at this point.

After a few seconds the board was no longer covered by the tunnel as it started slowly drifting back to shore. After a while Fennel slid off the board and started slowly making her way back inland.

A few moments later Fennel was standing on the shore of the lake, she was shivering a bit, it turns out wet fur wasn't very good for staying warm. Though she might have also been trying to trick Bob into getting her a towel. In the mean time Fennel was looking through the basket and noticed a picnic blanket which she promptly placed on the ground before sitting on top of said blanket. Her tail swished back and forth across the blanket indicating she wanted Bob to sit there.

“If you insist..” Bob replied to Fennel’s slient demand, sitting next to the fox-girl. He thought about the experience they’ve already had at this lake, back at the store.. even when they first met back at the campsite. He still couldn’t believe that it had come here... though it was the girls who coerced them both into this situation. He knew she was just putting on a show because the girls probably had a camera or something around them.

Fennel then handed Bob his half eaten sandwich and asked "So, what's your favorite season?" Fennel then reached into the back and pulled out a sandwich for herself.

“Hm... I’d like to say summer,” Bob responded, taking his half of the sandwich off of his napkin and beginning to eat it again, “And yours?”

"Autumn I think. We really only have summer and rainy summer back in Laviturn." Fennel remarked as she slowly started scooting ever so closer to Bob. "Winter in Varie was pretty with the snow and all but it was too cold, but Autumn just looks so pretty with all the warm colors of the leaves falling from the trees. Then, it was harvest season too so there were a lot of festivals going on, it was a lot of fun."

”It sounds fun,” Bob agreed, “I’ve never been to a lot of festivals or things like that. Never had the time, and I could never find any in Hell.”

"What's it like in Hell?" Fennel asked who was now practically sitting next to Bob.

“Oh where do I begin,” Bob said, looking over the lake and the sunlight shimmering off it, “Imagine if everything was dim, lit by torches and random fire just all over the place... and made out of a bunch of black brick, bones, and other stuff.”

"Sound exciting."

“If it weren’t for the ravenous demons all over the place, I’d be inclined to agree with you,” Bob sighed.

"Maybe you just need a partner next time." Fennel mused. She then laid down and asked "What if you could have a perfect meal, what would it be?" Fennel asked.

“I’m not sure, really,” Bob shrugged, “I’ve never really had enough to say.”

"Like the ideal breakfast?" Fennel asked as she rolled on to her side.

”Maybe like.. pancakes, topped in syrup, along with some sausage links or something,” Bob answered to the best of his ability, “What would you choose?”

"Probably Loco moco, its like rice, with hamburger, gravy, and and egg, with some pineapple bacon bake." Fennel responded.

“Pineapple bacon?” Bob asked as he turned his eyes on her, tilting his head in confusion.

"It's like the like a breakfast casarole. but with the idea of putting pineapple on pizza." Fennel replied nervously.

“Huh,” Bob remarked, “That sounds kinda neat.”

"I could... make it some time." Fennel added as her ears perked up.

“That’d be nice,” Bob smiled, “I’d love to try it.”

"Umm, yeah I could do that. I think we have the stuff from when we went to the store earlier." Fennel replied, before taking a bite out of her sandwich. Fennel then rolled over on her stomach and asked "Do you have any hobbies?"

“Hobbies, uhh....” Bob mumbled, looking away as Fennel turned over, a bit flustered by getting a good look of Fennel’s rear, “Other than shooting demons, none really.”

Fennel seemed to be completely unware of the view her recent movement had given Bob. "Yeah, I took up a bit of armor smithing in Varie. I wasn't all good at it though." Fennel lamented.

“I’m sure it was fine enough,” Bob responded, turning around for a moment to see if she had shifted from her previous position, before turning back again.

Fennel quickly sat up still not having caught on to her actions, "I mean, I made a few gold off of them, but not all that much."

“Gold? I’m sure that’s better than what that’d get you here,” Bob stated, “With all the super-future stuff here and whatnot.”

"Yeah, I guess that's true." Fennel agreed as she went back to lying down. She wrapped her tail around Bob's arm as she went to lie down trying to suggest he lay down as well.

Bob was at first shocked by the tail, but calmed quickly, realizing that it was all part of her act. He thought she was doing a pretty good job at it too as he laid down beside her with a calm sigh.

Fennel quickly repositioned herself to rest her head on Bob's chest with an ear over his heart, She looked up at Bob, she took a moment to close her eyes and listen to his heart beat. It was a simple steady almost warm sound, she couldn’t figure out why but this simple rhythm meant so much to her.

Bob looked down at Fennel with a bit of confusion as to what she was doing, but simply accepted it as part of the act and went along, putting a gentle hand on her back.

Fennel opened her eyes and looked up for a second before asking "Can I tell you a secret?" She wanted to know, no, she needed to find out.

“Sure, Fennel,” Bob nodded, looking down at the Laviturnian calmly.

Fennel moved her face closer to Bob as if preparing to whisper something.She hesitated for a brief moment that felt like eternity. She took a breath before puckering her lips and placing a light kiss on his cheek.

It was with that kiss that Bob realized that Fennel wasn’t acting. He pulled his hand back, sitting up slowly, “Fennel, I...”

Rejected yet again... Fennel's ears drooped as she looked away. Her tail that had previously been giddily swishing back and forth slowed to a crawl.

“No, Fennel, I don’t mean it like that, I’m just...” Bob grimaced, unable to find the words to use. While she was only seventeen, the situation presented to him was so... vivid and passionate, he didn’t know what to say. While he would have flatly said no, he was still reeling from the fallout of Jannet’s departure and his monumental part to play in it, and this, to Bob, felt different.

"I'm sorry..." I should have known, I‘m just some freak to him. Just like I was to everyone in Varie.

“No,” Bob interjected, placing his hand on her hand resting on the blanket, “I’m sorry for how I reacted.”

"I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up." Fennel pouted, almost on the verge of tears.

“No, your hopes...” he began, before kissing Fennel back on the cheek, “Were definitely in their right place.”

"Does this mean..." Fennel was unable to continue "...y-you like me?"

“After the short time we’ve had together... Yeah,” Bob nodded, staring deeply at Fennel, “I do. I haven’t found anyone like this... Like you... for a long time.”

"Like-like me." Fennel asked to the upmost clarity.

“Someone I can... feel a connection to I can nobody else,” Bob’s voice began to break up, unable to continue under his own feelings, “Fennel, I... I think I’m in love with you.”

"R-really?" Fennel asked as her ears perked up once again.

“Y-Yeah...” Bob responded past the proverbial lump in his throat, “Yeah I... I think so.”

"O-okay." Fennel said as she nuzzled her face against Bob's cheek.

Once again, Bob wrapped his arm around Fennel’s back, but with a bit more awkwardness to it, his thought still the slightest bit unsure whether he should have been doing it.

"We should probably head back..."

“Why?” Bob asked, “I’m sure Brendan can handle the girls. It’s nice out here, and we probably won’t have a chance like this again to see it.”

"That's probably true." Fennel said as she lied back down on the blanket and grabbed hold of Bob's arm.

Bob sighed, “This is nice,” as he rested on the blanket, looking out over the lake.

Fennel let out a purr as she watched the sunlight shimmer off the waters.

Bob, thinking about the nature of his newly found love, decided to experiment a bit, as he took his other, non-restrained hand and scratched at the back of Fennel’s ear, hoping to see what the reaction would be.

The purring noise that Fennel was making got louder for a moment before cutting off “I'm sorry that’s so embarrassing. I didn’t even realize.“ she stammered “It’s just that I’m a fox and I know that normal girls don’t do that...” Fennel continued trying to explain but it probably didn’t do much to help her situation.

“Hey,” Bob stopped her, “I think it’s cute,” he smiled, “And it’s even better now that I know how to make you do it.”

Fennel responded with the same grin she gave Brendan at the Denny’s before laying her head down on Bob’s shoulder. “When do you think this clash thing Brendan is talking about will be over?” Fennel asked as she watched thst lake.

“The Clash? Oh, goodness knows. I’ve been stuck here since.. last place? Yeah, since the last place. It was a big old jungle full of alien monsters and it was not fun, I’ll tell ya that,” Bob remarked, “I got thrown into another dimension full of demons... accidentally shot the Chaos God of Compassionor Friendship or some crap, but she’s fine... then got back into the jungly stuff.”

“I wish you could see Laviturn, I think you’d like it there.” Fennel remarked, tone carried a sense of longing.

“How’s it like there?” Bob asked, “Laviturn, that is.”

“It’s a lot like Hawaii,tropical, sunny, lots of plant life, then we have Naria outlook just outside of town where you get this wonderful view of town.” Fennel said. “But there was this guy trying to open a portal to Laviturn in Varie. Something about harvesting the inactive Magic.“

“Sounds like a real case,” Bob noted.

Fennel rolled onto her side hoping to look Bob in the eyes. “It was really scary at first, but we were powerless. But then we found Serina and she wanted to help us. Eventually, we met up with that Guy, and I think we stopped him.

“Well, you stopped him, so that’s all that matters,” Bob gazed down at Fennel, before he scratched behind her ear again.

Fennel let out another soft purr in response though it seemed that this time she started kicking one of her legs too, as if some sort of reflex was going off. In response to this Fennel planted another li havingght peck on Bob’s cheek. She then nuzzled her face against his once again. Having bottled up these feelings and finally having the chance for validation was something Fennel certainly enjoyed.

“...I love you,” Bob whispered softly to Fennel, embracing the warm nuzzle against his face.

"I love you too." Fennel whispered as she nuzzled Bob's face for a moment longer before rolling back onto her stomach and resting her head on her arms. "Bobby, can you get me a towel. It takes a while to dry off." Fennel requested.

“Oh, sure,” Bob agreed, standing up and walking back to the bus to get a towel for Fennel and himself.

Fennel stretched and let out a yawn while she waited for Bob to return. She started moving her lower legs back and forth as her tail began swishing once again, her gaze following Bob.

“Here you go,” Bob nodded as he walked back, a rolled up towel in his hands, “I’m dry enough to not need one.”

Fennel stood up to take the towel and wrapped it around her body. Fennel grabbed the picnic basket, and blanket, before looking up at Bob, "Do you think you can grab that hammer? It's just soooo heavy." Fennel asked as she walked back to the bus.

“Sure, yeah,” Bob nodded, picking up the Warhammer in one hand with ease.

Soon enought Fennel was occupying the drivers seat of the Bus, while she could drive it seemed her intention was to warm the seat rather than offer to drive.

”Oh, no, I’ll drive, Fennel,” Bob laughed, “I can handle a bit more driving for today.”

"I was just warming it up for you." Fennel said as she scooted over to the passenger seat. A short time later the bus's engine was started and began heading back to yet another hotel.

Then the world blew up. The end.

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Post by Lowfn on Wed Oct 10, 2018 5:51 pm

Part Four

Soon enough Brendan got the group checked into the hotel and after changing and dropping a few things off at the pool "Hey, Zoey, are you and Fennel still fighting or not? I want to know how to distribute the room keys is all."

"What? Nah, me and her are cool. More importantly, how do I look?" Zoey asked, striking a few poses in her bikini.

"You could leave a little more the imagination and I'll leave it at that." Brendan said as he collected the key cards."What was that about leaving a camera with Bob and Fennel?"

"I just wanna see how their date goes later," Zoey replied with a shrug, "I'm a little nosy."

"She seems a bit head over heels for him at the moment. I wonder if Bob has caught on to that, he seems to be a bit dense." Brendan remarked.

"... Shit, you're right, but he can't be that dumb, can he?"

"I mean you tried pretty hard to set the two up, I might he might just think she's going along with it."

"I didn't try hard, it was pretty easy, but.... Shit," Zoey smile dropped as she thought about what Brendan said, "... Well, I'm sure it'll all work out."

"Okay but if she comes back heart broken that's all on you. She didn't seem to be really into him until we got to the bus." Brendan commented as he started heading towards the pool.

"... Aw, shit," Zoey muttered to herself as her shoulders slumped.

"It'll be fine!" Ruby assured.

"Yeah she'll probably be fine." Brendan commented.

"C'mon! Everyone needs to see your body!" Ruby exclaimed, dragging Zoey to the pool.

"Yeah.. Yeah you're right!" Zoey's confidence quickly swelled to its normal level as she and Ruby brought themselves to the edge of the pool. "Alright, Rub. Remember what I said, keep the posing subtle," Zoey reminded.

Ruby nodded, and the two began to stretch in very provocative ways while still seeming like they were nothing but innocent girls getting ready for some swimming.

"Okay, hug time," Zoey whispered.

Ruby subtly nodded before exclaiming as they both stodd up, "Man, Zoey, your swimsuit is so cute!"

"Aw, thanks, Rub! Yours is way better though," Zoey remarked. The two giggled and shared a hug with closed eyes and wide, affectionate smiles. Their rear ends were jutted out just enough to be suggestive, but not obvious this was an act.

The two sisters recieved a few glances, but it would be hard to tell if anyone at the pool was actually a creep or not, considering how subtle a creep would need to be to enjoy the show Zoey and Ruby were putting on.

Brendan facepalmed as he walked towards the pool. Once he got outside, he let out his pokmemon where they quickly took took to the water Tabasco included, though he stuck around the shallow end of the pool and made sure to keep the tip of his tail out of the water.

There was an initial mild panic from the other guests before some realized the pokemon were not a threat. One uppity woman approached Brendan and hissed, "You know, I don't think you're allowed to bring your pets into the pool."

"And I don't think you're allowed to be such a bitch," Zoey stated as she continued stretching.

"Zoey, I can handle this." Brendan said, "Ma'am, firstly they are not pets. Those are working animals, secondly. Do you really want to tell the orange one he can't enjoy a little time in the pool?" Brendan said as he put his arms behind his head.

"Wha- Why I- Is that a threat?!" The woman blubbered, "I have the right mind to call the police!"

"Nope, I'm just saying he ain't gonna listen you." Brendan added.

"Then maybe he will listen to the cops when I inform them of your thinly veiled threat!" The woman snapped.

"Ma'am that was not a threat. It's like saying don't tease the zoo animals." Brendan added. Parfait decided she wasn't particularlly fond, of this woman. and decided to try and persuade her to leave. Starting off with approaching the woman and giving her a pitiful look.

"What is your thing doing?" The woman gasped, backing away from Parfait.

"Bread, I can handle this," Zoey cleared her throat and told the woman, "If you don't leave us alone, I'll tell those cops you're gonna call that you touched my 'privates'."

"Excuse me!?" The woman screeched.

"Who do you think the cops will believe? You, or a pool full of witnesses that happen to be my sisters that all saw you do it?" Zoey wasn't sure why it was a crime, but she figured out that doing anything sexual with a minor was illegal.

Parfait gave Zoey a scornful look before wrapping her feelers around the womans arm and releasing a calming aura.

The woman was too invested in Zoey's threat to notice the feeler touching her. Its aura combined with the threat itself forced her to back down. "... Fine," She muttered, turning to leave and return to sunbathing on a pool chair.

Tabasco could be seen letting out a gravely chuckle a at the woman's expense. Tabasco seemed to have attracted the attention of several smaller children in the shallow end of the pool. They seemd rather curious of the dragon, before they started climbing on top of the lizard. Of course, Tina had already made her way to the top of Tabasco the instant he was released.

Allen seemed to have possesed the pools filtration system and was having the pumps work under above average pressure levels effectively creating currents in the pool. Hopkins seemed to also be climbing on top Tabasco sitting on tip of the beast's head using its horns as handle bars of sorts.

"Alright, Rub. Now that the whale is dealt with, let's backstroke," Zoey grinned. The two jumped into the water with a laugh, enjoying splashing one another for a brief moment before doing laps around the pool, backstroking the entire time.

After a while, Brendan jumped in the pool and seemd to be racing Mr.Kippers. Obviusly the large amphibian had the advantage but Brendan was doing surpsingly well for being such a terrestiral creature himself.

Clara was the only girl who hadn't jumped in the pool at least once, instead sitting on one of the pool chairs with her notebook, occasionally glancing up at her surroundings before returning to writing.

Parfait then walked over to Clara and watched her writing in the notebook. The creatuer noticed a drawing of itself and began tapping the image several time while letting out several happy barks.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, that's you," Clara said in her monotone voice with a nod, angling the notebook to give Parfait a good view of Clara's one-page dossier on the pokemon.

Parfait then tapped her nose to the drawing before patting Clara's head with a feelers. What this action meant exactly was probably a sign of approval.

Clara figured as much and let out a," Thank you," before adding a few words to Parfait's page. "You're not gonna swim?" She asked as she wrote.

Parfait looked at Clara and grabbed her things with her feelers and placed them on the the pool chair before trying to drag Clara to the pool.

"Wait, what?" Clara glanced at Parfait, then her notebook, then back to Parfait. "Wait, it's okay, I'm fine just writing," She insisted in monotone with her typical blank, deadpan expression.

Parfait then grabbed Clara's notebook before pushing the girl into pool.

Clara gasped just before falling into the water, surfacing a second later. It was hard to tell if she was annoyed or not considering her unchaging expression. "Please don't let my notebook get wet," She requested.

The pokemon then placed the book on the pool chair before hopping into the pool.

Clara splashed some water at Parfait, seemingly having fun despite the lack of a smile or laughter.

Parfait then began using all four of her feelers to splash Clara. "Hey, that's cheating," Clara remarked, covering her face with one arm as she closed the distance between Parfait and herself, trying to splash the pokemon as she went along.

Parfait began spashing at and increased speed hoping to somehow win this battle. Clara paused, thinking for a moment before taking in a breath and quickly vanishing under the surface of the pool. She pushed herself off of the floor of the pool up towards Parfait, going in for an attack from below.

Parfait not expecting this attack was expecting this move and was thrown into the air with a sharp yelp.

"Got you," Clara said plainly.

The pokemon then wrapped its feelers around Clara and made a noise that almost sounded like a giggle in response. Clara, as expected, made no such expressive noises, but did wrap one arm around Parfait. Parfait then used a feeler to russle Clara's hair, trying to get the girl to show some emotion.

Other than closing her eyes and lowering her head a little in response, Clara showed nothing.

Parfait then began patting Clara's cheeks with her feelers trying to get some sort of emotion.

"What're you doing?" Clara inquired, her words sounding a little funny due to her cheeks being patted repeatedly. After a second, the scene started feeling familiar to her as she recalled her first moments with her sisters, "You're trying to get a reaction out of me, aren't you?"

"Vee!" Parfait replied in a cheery tone.

"..." Clara wanted to tell Parfait to stop, but she supposed to the pokemon had better intentions than the teasing she recieved before about not showing emotion.

The pokemon looked at the girl before wrapping a feeler around her arm and unleashing a calming aura, hoping that it would draw a smile on her face.

Clara's eyes closed for a few seconds before she said, "That... Feels nice. Thank you." Unfortunately, Clara still showed nothing.

Parfait increased the strength of the aura, hoping that it would do something. Clara began to relax a little too much as she slowly dipped down into the water as her body decided to stop supporting herself. A few bubbles rose up as her mouth passed below the surface.

Parfait quickly stopped the aura and shoved the girl upwards.

Clara's eyes were slightly wider than usual, blinking a few times as she looked down at herself before returning to their usual, almost bored look. "... So that's what that feels like," She remarked, "Even when I was at risk of drowning, I was too calmed to care. I'll have to write that down later."

Parfait was upset that even this didn't break Clara's monotony. "... Right.. I'm sorry that I don't.. Convey what I'm feeling. I did have fun during our little water fight though, and you patting my cheeks was funny," Clara elaborated.

The pokemon licked Clara's face before paddling off to another part of the pool. Clra blinked, unsure of what to do at that point. She looked over at her notebook, then to the rest of the pool. A part of her wanted to swim, another part wanted to fill in information in her notebook. The second part won over out fear of someone stealing it or tampering with it. She climbed out of the pool and began drying herself off.

Parfait looked at the notebook and then grabbed a key from the pile of cards that Brendan left on the pool chair. Parfait then walked over to Clara and offered her the key.

"... You want me to leave my notebook in the room and continue swimming," Clara assumed.

Parfait nodded and headed inside. Clara reluctantly followed, supposing she didn't have much choice in the matter. She could at least write as she walked, trying to cram in as much information as she could before she would have to leave the notebook in their room.

Once at the room, Clara carefully placed the notebook inside of a drawer before heading back down to the pool with Parfait. "I'm not really sure what to do here," She admitted, "Should I just swim laps like Zoey?"

Parfait used her feelers to imiate a shrugging motion in response. Clara looked around for a moment before asking, "What do you want to do?"

Parfait wasn't really sure what she wanted to do she did notice that two people in the group were missing and used her feelers to make a large outline of ears around her own as if asking a question.

"... What is it?" Clara asked, understanding Parfait wanted to know something.

Parfait then tried to make a the outlne of a set of ripped arms. "Syl?"

"Mmmuscles?... Bob?" Clara guessed.

"Veon!" the animal replied.

"He and Fennel left to go on a date that Zoey set up for them," Clara explained.

"Ssylveee." Parfait replied, her tone seemed hinted that the pokemon that more that there was more going on than Clara said.

"They're at some lake nearby. I'm not sure why Zoey insisted on hooking the two up so much, but I suppose she just likes being in control, making things happen," Clara mused.

Parfaiit then made two small curls with the feelers on her neck and make a the best kissy face that she could and tapped the ribbons together as if asking for confirmation.

"Are they gonna kiss?" Clara tried to figure out what Parfait was trying to say.

Parfait's reaction seemed to indicate that was safe to assume. "Probably, maybe not. I'm not sure," Clara shrugged.

The pokemon then looked at Clara for a moment and tried to drag her to the pool. "I'm walking, I'm walking," Clara assured, picking up her feet, "You don't need to drag m-" She quickly cut herself off once the two were near the pool, shoving Parfait into the water.

Soon enough the two were back at pool.

Slowly levitating down from the sky, Ernie returned, missing one of his eyes and... wearing a pair of shades over the remaining eye.

Overseer Zoey,” it blared loudly, “Your orders have been completed.

"... Ernie? The hell happened to you?" Zoey asked.

To receive the most clarity from ‘a camera’, I removed my secondary modular receptor from its placement,” Ernie explained, “I also formulated that my appearance was... not of much plainness. So, in order to counteract this, I adorned my primary modular receptor with this article of human clothing known colloquially as ‘a pair of sunglasses’ in order to better blend in with surrounding individuals.

"Pfftsh" Zoey tried and failed to hold back laughter, Ruby following suit. "Oh my fucking- Pffft! Oh my god, you're the best, Ernie, I swear, holy shhhhiii" Her sentence was cut off by more laughter.

Duely noted. Would you like to see a live video stream of the view of my secondary modular receptor, Overseer Zoey?” Ernie asked, the sunglasses beginning to slip off of its spherical eye.

"Hmm.. Not right now. Record that and put it on a CD or something so I can watch it later though. For now, I'm just trying to get some attention, hoping a few guys are snapping pictures of me with their phones." She clasped her hands together and raised them above her head, twisting her torso left and right to stretch.

Noted... and Photographs have been taken, and are awaiting procession, Overseer Zoey.” The Benefactor nodded.

It seemed that Tabasco's presensce was acting a creep deterent as anyone who pointed a phone at the group promptly recieved a glare.

Ernie looked to Tabasco, then to Zoey, then to a guy with his phone out, then back to Tobasco, then to Zoey again. “Shall I remove the presence of the hexapodal flying reptile?” he asked in a tone as if what he had said made complete and utter sense

"Wait what? Hexa.. Reptile.. Tabasco?"

Ernie tilted his body up and down in a nodding motion, “His visual contact with strangers is diminishing your objective’s chance of success by a vast margin. A non-lethal extraction would be most beneficial to your wanted task.

Tabasco looked at Ernie for a second before using its snout to push the robot away. The Benefactor did not move, its single eye only jolting to glare at Tabasco’s efforts, causing the sunglasses to fall into the pool, before floating back up to adorn the eye.

"Hmm.. Just tell Tabas- No- Tell Bread that Tabasco is getting in the way of people taking pictures of me," Zoey ordered, "If he doesn't care, then get Tabasco out of here, just don't get damaged."

"Zoey, why are people taking pictures of you?" Brendan asked.

"Because I'm doing my job right, that's why," Zoey proudly answered, "I'm making them want to take pictures of me."

"At least try not to act like jail bait do something cute like cartwheels I don't know." Brendan said.

"I am being cute. I can be cute and sexy at the same time," Zoey huffed.

"Turn the sexy down and Tabasco won't care." Brendan remarked.

"But then nobody will take pictures of me!" Zoey pouted.

Shall I proceed with the non-lethal extraction?” Ernie asked, floating for Zoey’s side.

"As long as you or Tabasco don't get hurt, do it," Zoey nodded.

Without a word, the Benefactor flew off in an indiscriminate direction, enacting its own calculated plan to get Tabasco out of the current picture.

Soon after, two darts lodged themselves in the Charizard’s back, as Ernie floated down to explain, “Two tranquilizers designed for large game such as pachyderms have been administered to the reptilian creature. They should act quickly.

Brendan jumped out of the pool and recalled Tabasco to his pokeball and said "What do you think you're doing!?"

"Ernie, I thought you were just gonna lift him out of the pool with your mind powers!" Zoey yelped, "Not drug him!"

The pokeball was quickly snapped out of Brendan’s hand and floated in front of the Benefactor, “Lifting static objects or nonresistant beings is much more efficient than attempting to move a thrashing, angry, firebreathing reptilian. However, in this current form, it should be even more efficient.” Ernie explained, the stalk that held his lower eye connecting to the Pokeball, “I will store this for safekeeping. Your task has become less challenging by an estimated 85%, Overseer Zoey.

"Hey, give that back!" Brendan ordered the robot.

NEGATIVE; You are not authorized to give orders to this Unit,” Ernie stated, floating upwards so that Brendan couldn’t attempt to snatch the ball back.

"Ernie, give him the testicle back," Zoey ordered before snickering to Brendan, "Get it? Testicle? Ball?"

Before Ernie returned the ball, with a click of the button, he opened the ball, snatching up the quickly turning unconscious Tabasco and dropping the ball in the pool next to where Brendan stood, “I will still remove the reptilian from the current situation. I will relocate him to a moderately-distanced location.

"Oh my god, Ernie. Tabasco was fine in the ball. And why'd you have to drop in the- Are those waterproof, Bread?"

"Yeah." Brendan said before jumping back into the pool to retrieve the pokeball.

I examined the circuitry and design of the device beforehand to assure it was waterproof, Overseer Zoey,” Ernie said, gently laying Tabasco next to the pool, “I deeply apologize for any inconveniences brought with my actions, Overseer Zoey. Punishment parameters are readied if needed.

Brendan then returned the pokemon to it's ball "Yeah if you could not pump my pokemon full of tranqs in the future that's be great."

"Punishment parameters?" Zoey asked, "What're those?"

Programs and initiatives for acts of insubordination, inefficiency, or mistakes within orders,” Ernie explained, “Permenant Overseers display these with instantaneous notation when they are required. Temporary Overseers are given the choice of initiating such. If used, this unit will be unable to act upon orders for as long as the parameters are active.

"Uhh.. And what's the punishment?"

The closest human equivalent is a mixture of a forced MIGRAINE/SEIZURE/ELECTRECUTION,” Ernie noted, “Benefactor units are to be as efficient or orderly as possible, and thus will be punished into such.

"But.. If you're spending all that time being punished, wouldn't that make you less 'efficient'?"

Other units are redirected and initiated to take up the tasks of a currently-punished unit. If there are no other units available, then tasks will be set on hold until unit has been properly put back into maximum efficiency via punishment.

"I thought it was gonna be a kinkier punishment," Zoey muttered quietly before speaking up, "Just try not to be as much of an asshole unless I tell you to next time, alright?"


"Like, tranq'ing Tabasco and then tossing the ball in the pool. I didn't know you were gonna pull that asshole stuff," Zoey explained.

They were the most logical and efficient motions of action. I thought you understood that efficiency is this unit’s motive under your tasks.

"I want you to also do what I want in a way that I would want it. Not being a dickhead... Unless I directly tell you to do crap like that, got it?"

Ernie was silent, seemingly processing the contradictory nature of being efficient based upon what a 14-year old girl would want. “...Understood,” he stated, his eye drooping somewhat, “Punishment parameters are not to be met then?

"No, Ernie. You don't have to give yourself a seizure," Zoey chuckled while shaking her head.

Understood... a series of punishment parameters would have been more effective.” Ernie added, puttering off a short distance in an almost defeated manner.

"Maybe, but I'm not an asshole. If you screw up a little, I'll just tell you, not make you hurt yourself," Zoey shrugged.

...Verbal conduct is less efficient than physical punishment,” Ernie noted, laying its body on the ground next to a set of tanning chairs, jiggling as it made contact with the concrete, “But I accept the notation.

"Well, either way, nothing stopping me from getting pictures now," Zoey began stretching once more.

Brendan pinched the gap between his eyebrows "Just hurry up will you."

"Turning guys on is an art, Bread..." Zoey started, giving Ruby a tap. Ruby nodded and sank beneath the water, "And I..."

Zoey rose out of the water, Ruby holding onto the bottom of Zoey's bikini as the older sister climbed out. "Am a master painter," She said with a grin, standing up outside of the pool before letting out a gasp upon 'realizing' the bottom of her bikini was floating in the pool.

"Oh no!" Zoey cried out innocently, bending over and trying to reach for her bikini bottom, her rear shaking every time she flailed her arm out to grab it.

Brendan covered his eyes "Could you not."

"Oh noo! I can't reeaaach!" Zoey whined.

"Don't worry! I got it!" Ruby exclaimed, grabbing the bottom and tossing it to Zoey. As planned, the bottom went past Zoey, forcing her to bend over the other way now as to give the folks on the other side of the pool a good view before slowly slipping her bottom on.

"Thanks, Rub!" Zoey said graciously before jumping into the pool.

"Just keep your clothes on, please." Brendan pleaded.

"They just came off in the water!" Zoey obviously lied before giggling with Ruby.

"If it weren't for the fact I know you, I'd be inclined to believe you.”

Brendan, may I converse with you?” Ernie asked from his laying spot, “Preferably at my location rather than yours?

“Umm yeah sure” Brendan replied.

As Brendan approached, the Benefactor looked about for a moment, as if what it was about to say was considered a crime or something alike, and quietly stated, “I would like to say I am sorry for tranquilizing your pet... but I am not. It was the most logical decision I saw fit. In any case, that is not why I asked you over.

“yeah no big deal. It’s jusr Zoey‘s intention are questionable at times.” Brendan replied.

If I were to allow you two, compliant orders to give me, can I be assured that you would use one to initiate my punishment protocols immediately, and to save the second for whenever you desire as a sort of consolation for the earlier incident?” Ernie asked, a tint of desire in his tone, “I understand she would be mad, but.. the greater efficiency of this unit is more important.

“Thats not nessisary” Brendan responded.

Are you sure? This is a beneficial deal for both of us,” Ernie stated reasonably.

“It’s fine.” Brendan assured.

If I am not punished for my inefficiencies, I will grow further and further obsolete,” Ernie’s reason quickly became centered on himself, “If you agree, you will have a free task at hand accomplished whenever you desire by a more efficient, more disciplined Benefactor unit. All you have to do is agree to my handsome offer.

"What's this about a handsome offer?" Clara asked, her head barely above the surface of the pool's water as she looked up at the two outside of the pool.

...Your services are no longer required, Bread, you may return to your regular activities,” Ernie stated loud enough so that Zoey could hear, before speaking in a more hushed tone to Clara, “Clara, if you are interested, please come closer so I may describe the offer in detail.

"... Okay," Clara climbed out of the pool and approached the Benefactor.

If I am to give you a single free task for any time, would you allow me to initiate my punishment parameters? Zoey has refused, but my efficiency is on the line if I am not given punishment and discipline. It would be beneficial for both of us for this course of action.

Clara opened her mouth to point out how stupid this was, but paused in thought. "... How durable are you?" She asked.

I may project a shielding array around myself, but my neural sack is easily penetrated by excessive blunt trauma or sharper objects. Do you accept my terms?” Ernie asked, seemingly acting as if he needed it at that moment.

"Do you feel pain at all if you get hit? On either the shield or your body?"

My shielding, an intense gravity field, lacks feeling. However, if my neural sack is punctured or broken, I will cease to function and live. It is undocumented if Benefactor units feel pain during this occurrence, however.

"Can you make yourself feel pain?"

Through the initiation of punishment parameters, affirmative.

"... Okay. Deal, but follow me. I'll punish you my way," Clara stated.

But punishment parameters are an internal sequence,” Ernie replied.

"Do you want your punishment or not?" Clara asked.

Affirmative, but... I will concede and allow punishment.” The Benefactor stated, floating a few inches off the ground.

Clara boredly gestured for Ernie to follow as she left the pool area, walking around to the side of the hotel where she seemed confident nobody was around. "Bring me a metal baseball bat," Clara ordered, cracking her knuckles.

Ernie floated off quickly, returning with a simple aluminum bat. “...Is this part of my punishment?” it asked, almost as if nervous of the situation.

Clara picked the bat up, inspecting it for a moment before looking at Ernie. "Are you able to change your voice?" She asked before looking back down at the bat.

In what regards? What would you desire?

"... Can you sound like Harper? My sister?" Clara inquired, doing a slow practice swing into the air.

”...You mean like this?” Ernie asked, his deeper tones replaced with the exact voice of Harper, down to the slightest pitch.

Clara slowly nodded, looking directly at Ernie. "Every time this bat hits your shield, run those punishment parameters."

“Affirmative,” Ernie replied, bracing itself and readying its shield, two arms shaking and shuddering to hold it up.

"... Say something Harper would say... Some bullshit."

“...Bob is definitely a cyborg!” The voice of Harper chimed innocently, “The robots are gonna rise up!”

Clara rose the bat up and swung it down towards Ernie as hard as she could. The bat was pushed back as if hitting a brick wall, and Ernie shuddered and fell to the ground, letting out a robotic squeal as his eye flickered on and off incoherently.

"Keep her voice," Clara ordered, "Or else no punishment."

“I.. I understand,” Ernie replied, assuming its previous position as it readied itself oncemore. However, in the middle of it rising up, Clara swung the bat to the side, striking Ernie with the intent of knocking him into the wall.

The Benefactor fell back over, this time managing to let out a scream of pain in the voice of Harper instead of its usual noises. Again, Ernie attempted to assume the position he had beforehand.

Clara slowly, shakily took in a deep breath and let it out. "Tell me to stop," She ordered, "Like she would."

“P-please!” Ernie whimpered in Harper’s voice, emulating the emotions of a child, “Please sto-”

Clara quickly slamed the bat into Ernie once again, not hesitating to go in for two more swings as her deadpan expression broke, an angry smile trying to show itself.

With each swing, Ernie let out another cry or whimper of pain in Harper’s voice, all the while getting the punishment he so desperately desired. However, the pain had caused the Benefactor to slip up, its shields coming down after the third consecutive hit without notice.

"Any more bullshit Harper!? Is this some plot by robots!? Am I an alien!? ARE YOU GONNA TAKE AWAY MY BIRTHDAY AGAIN!?" Clara screamed, swinging the bat at the Benefactor's eye furiously.

The bat made contact with the eye, smacking into it with a flurry of sparks and mechanical noises interlaced with the pained noises of Harper. “..WhY?” Ernie asked in a growingly broken conglomeration of his own voice and Harper’s, the eye’s cyan light flickering incoherently, a small crack in the side.

Clara took a step back. A part of her was freaking out that she accidentally damaged Ernie. Another part relished in it.

“I’m... I’m fine,” Harper’s voice continued, slowly getting more defined, “Keep going.”

"Don't tell me what to do," Clara snapped before swinging the bat once again.

The Benefactor’s shields deflected the bat once again, “Aim away from the head.”

"WHAT DID I JUST SAY!?" Clara screamed, aiming directly for the head with her next swing.

Yet again, it bounced off. “Don’t aim for the head, Clara.”

"Why not!?" Clara asked angrily, squeezing the handle of the baseball bat.

“Aim for the back.”

"SHUT UP, HARPER!" Clara screamed, aiming for the head and swinging multiple times at Ernie, "I'M. FUCKING. TIRED. OF. YOUR. BULL. SHIT!"

The pained screams continued again, their escalation reaching new heights as Harper’s voice cried, whimpered, and whined in pain at the onslaught, before as before, the shield slipped. But unlike before, Ernie jolted accidentally, the blow landing on part of the soft sack affixed next to the head. A scream of entirely mechanical descent rang out, as a small hole in the fabric-like sack began to let out a tiny stream of glowing green fluid.

Ernie lifted himself upwards without waiting for Clara to hit him again, flying off a short distance away into the parking lot, letting out the same shrieking as he did.

Clara stood there for a moment before looking down at her bat and spotting a little of what she assumed to be Ernie's blood. After a few seconds, she quickly composed herself, dropping the bat from her shaking hands. Taking multiple deep breaths, the twelve-year-old followed where she saw Ernie fly and entered the parking lot to make sure she didn't damage him too much.

Ernie was laying on the ground against a random bus. His damaged eye was busy examining the wound, a small puncture next to his head, from which the yellow-green liquid sprayed out the tiny hole.

"... Are you gonna be okay?" Clara asked, her monotone restored.

Ernie’s eye shot its gaze onto Clara, his general movements akin to an injured animal. “Stay back,” he ordered with a twinge of fear mixed into it.

Poryswan, a being made of solidified code that gained the capacity to have emotions in its final evolution, headed over to the downed Benefactor.

I said stay back,” Ernie notified the Pokémon, his arms raising into defensive positions, but were unable to keep themselves up.

"Will you be able to repair yourself?" Clara asked, staying back as told.

I... I cannot repair without assistance,” Ernie stated, his form looking slightly deflated and weak.

"I can help," Clara offered, "I'm sorry for going overboard with the.. Punishment."

...Find me a suitable portion of cloth,” Ernie stated, looking to its wound for a moment.

Clara removed the top of her two-piece, holding it up. "Will this do?"

The Benefactor’s broken eye nodded, “That will be sufficient. Bring it close to the puncture wound.

Clara approached the Benefactor with the top of her two-piece raised, gently setting it onto the wound she created.

It may take a moment, but my nano-weave will close the puncture as long as pressure is applied properly to the wound.

"What about your eye?" Clara asked, lightly pressing down on the two-piece to provide the pressure needed.

It.. will be fine,” Ernie stated, “Containment of my neural fluid is all that matters at this moment.

"... I won't tell Zoey about you asking me for punishment if you don't tell anyone about what I did," Clara stated.

Then we are in agreement,” Ernie replied, “...When my weave was punctured I... I felt cold. My very self was leaking out. It wasn’t pain, just... cold...

"I think that's how a lot of people describe the feeling of almost dying," Clara theorized, "... I'm sorry."

Ernie did not respond, simply stating at Clara, before turning his attention back to the top piece over it, “...I... accept your apology.

...Your sister is the catalyst of a majority of your emotional trauma, is she not?” Ernie asked.

Clara was silent for a moment. "Some of it... I can't blame her for most of it," She answered reluctantly.

Where else does it stem from?

"I don't want to talk about it."

...Are you sure?

"... Yes."

I would not tell a soul,” Ernie stated, “Nor anything without one. This is my promise.

"You won't let up unless I tell you, will you?"

This is a serious issue of your psyche. If I am to allow you a task, it is imperative that I understand.

"That's a bullshit excuse."

Define bullshit in this situation.

"A made-up reason," Clara elaborated.

If that is your subjective usage of the word ‘bullshit’, Define how my reasoning is ‘bullshit’.

"Because you don't need to know anything about me to do a task for me."

Benefactor units are the fifth most dangerous proxy unit in use by the Convolution. By allowing you a task, I am allowing you access to a dangerous weapon of use at your own decision. If such decisions would come into direct contradiction with the actions of extant Overseers, temporary or permenant, then I cannot oblige my usage.

"I'm not going to use you as a weapon. I'm.. Usually.. Not violent."

You do not allow yourself to show emotions. Your release of anger shows you keep them pent up in an unhealthy manner. I ask why.

"It's none of your business. I won't use my task for anything violent, so please, drop it."

The Benefactor took a moment to respond, “...Affirmative. You may remove your cloth from the punctured area.

"Is there any way to fix your eye?" Clara asked, removing the top of her two-piece.

Negative; However, it is still at 98.6% functionality, and should remain sufficient for needs.

Clara looked down at her top at the goop crusted onto it. "Well, that's ruined," She remarked.

Any basic liquid should remove my neural fluid from your swimwear; its bases are composed of simple lipids,” Ernie explained.

"A basic liquid?"

A liquid with a pH of 7 or higher,” Ernie stated, “as a neutral liquid, Water has a pH of 7. It will suffice.

"Thank you," Clara nodded, heading into the hotel to find a water fountain.


Eventuallly the love birds were back at the hotel.

"Oh wow Bob you're such a good driver!" Fennel exclaimed trying to find even the smallest of things to praise her love with.

“Thanks, but I don’t think I’m that good at driving this clunky thing,” Bob mused.

"Everything you do is amazing." Fennel admonished as she grabbed her things and stepped off the bus.

Bob, acting as if he did not hear that, grabbed his stuff as well from next to his seat, and got off the bus behind Fennel, “That was a hell of a trip, huh?”

"Yeah." Fennel replied as she looked up at Bob with wide grin."It was really fun... She then looked down and quitetly said "I'm just happy you feel that way about me."

Brendan had noticed the bus had pulled back into the parking lot and called out "Alright girls, Bob and Fennel are back." indicating that their time at the pool was coming to an end.

Floating from around a corner, Ernie returned to his sitting place, another pair of shades (their rims were a bright orange as opposed to the other’s black rims) and a sun hat on his single eye.

"Oh hey Ernie. Where'd you get those?" Fennel asked upon noticing the robot.

"More importantly," Zoey quickly spoke up, "Can you go get your other eye?"

Of course, Overseer Zoey,” Ernie replied, a silent relief at not having to deal with the fallout of the damaged eye immediately, before flying off to retrieve his secondary modular receptor.

“Where’d he put his other eye?” Bob asked as he walked up.

"Were you, watching us?" Fennel accused.

"What? No! I had him send his eye to a video place because he had some recordings of me having sex with Ruby," Zoey answered.

“...I thought I said there was gonna be no porn,” Bob asserted.

"I'm not gonna sell it!" Zoey huffed, "It's just for me to watch."

Fennel folded her arms as she said, "If you're going to do that, only do it during your alone time. I don't want to see anything like that again."

“Zoey, I’m serious,” Bob said as Ernie made a hasty return, second eye returned to its place, “None. If I hear from anyone you made money off of this...”

"You guys are so overdramatic," Zoey scoffed as she rolled her eyes, "Nice hat, Ernie."

Noted; I acquired both the hat and sunglasses as articles of clothing from a local convenience store,” Ernie responded, “The cashier was busy yelling rude profanities at this unit about its appearance, so I simply left exact change for the two items and exited the establishment.

"Brendan has the room keys right?" Fennel asked. "I just need to change is all."

“Hey Brendan!” Bob shouted across the pool, slowly walking over to grab them from the trainer, “You got the keys to the room, right?!”

"Psst.. So how'd it go?" Zoey asked Fennel while Bob was distracted.

Fennel replied with a coy "Good." as she motioned to Zoey to follow her.

Zoey had a wide grin on her face as she eagerly followed Fennel, wanting to hear every single detail.

"I'll tell you in a minute." Fennel whispered as she approached Brendan. "Bread, do you have the room keys?"

Brendan having grabbed the pile of keys earlier flipped through them and said "I put you all the same room as Zoey since she said you two are on better terms now." Fennel took the key and said "No problem" Before skipping off to her room with Zoey following.

"Ernie! You come too! Or, uh, gimme your eye so I can watch that video of their date," Zoey lowered her voice as she passed by the Benefactor.

Fennel caught that Zoey said something but not the details as she asked "What was that?" She said as she unlocked the door and walked inside.

Affirmative,” Ernie responded, attempting to take off the secondary eye, and doing so with success, but knocking off his sunglasses in the process, revealing the damage to his other eye.

"Sweet! Thanks E-.. Wait a second... Ernie, what happened to your eye?" Zoey asked, squinting her own eyes just to make sure she was seeing the damaged eye right.

...The attempt to acquire this disguise was met with hostilities from the cashier,” Ernie lied, “In which they threw a full bottle of soda directly at my eye. The resulting damage is only superficial.

"Jesus! What a fucking asshole!"

I can relate to their paranoia however; my alien appearance would be quite frightening from their primitive perspective.

"Just because you're an alien robot doesn't mean they have to be an asshole," Zoey huffed, "Can we fix it?"

Negative; it is still functioning as it should be, at 98.6 percent. Their reasoning for disliking me is, as it would be put, ‘bullshit’.

"Bullshit is right," Zoey nodded before letting out a sigh, "So.. How do I get your eye to show the video?"

Apply pressure to the panel above the central receptor and it will project an image procession display in response.

"... Like a hologram?"


"Sweet," Zoey grinned momentarily before looking up at Ernie's eye with concern, "Sorry to hear about your eye. Try to find some way to fix it, alright?" Without waiting for a response, Zoey hurried after Fennel.

I will look into it...” Ernie stopped, seeing that it did not need to continue speaking and simply examined where the puncture wound had been, before laying back down on the ground calmly.

Fennel dropped her bags on the ground and removed her towel decidng that she had dried off enough at that point before lying down on the bed and kicking the air in excitement as she squealed "He's just so dreamy!"

"Oh my god," Zoey snickered as she flopped onto the other bed, "Of all the cheesy stuff you could say."

"He's sooooo strong, he picked up a two handed war hammer like it was nothing!" Fennel continued, not having heard Zoey's previous comment.

"I told you he was strong!" Zoey laughed.

Fennel looked around before beckoning Zoey with a finger. "I really, really, really, like him, he's sssssooooo nice." Her previous motion implied that was not all she had to say.

Zoey rolled off of her bed and onto her feet before plopping her rear onto Fennel's bed. "Aaaand?" She asked as she stifled a giggle.

Fennel then cupped her hands around Zoey‘s ear befire she whispered, “And he likes me back!” Fennel‘s tail began wagging and her ears pressed against her head as she said those words.

Zoey let out a squeal of excitement. "I knew he would! Who's the best matchmaker?" She bounced in place as she pointed at herself with both hands.

“You are!” Fennel responded in a giddy tone. “W-we even kissed!” Fennel exclaimed as she hugged one of the pillows on the bed.

"Ho-ly shit! I need to change my pants!" Zoey laughed.

”Do you think Elizabeth can help me make him breakfast? I want to do something special for him.” Fennel asked as she looked up at Zoey. “Do you think he liked my swimsuit?”

"Yeah Lizagna can probably help with that. More importantly, of course he liked your swimsuit! I picked it out knowing he would like it!"

“And his heartbeat is just strong and soothing, you know?” Fennel asked as her ears began twitching. “It was just so steady, he was so calm around me.” She continued.

"Uh.. I mean, I guess it would be," Zoey thought that was a bit weird to mention, but shrugged it off as Fennel being excited about her new... "So I guess he's your boyfriend now, huh?"

“... He said he loved me so I think so.” Fennel replied as she rolled onto her side. Fennel the gasped “What if he’s.... the one!?” She asked.

“I bet he is!" Zoey agreed eagerly.

“Oh then we could live in this cute little house by the beach.” Fennel continued. She then gave zZoey a hug and said “Thank you.”

"I know; I'm great," Zoey giggled as she returned the hug.

”Wish I could see his face when we went surfing.” Fennel lamented after she let go of Zoey.

"Why couldn't you?" Zoey asked.

“I was on the front end of board and he didn’t really know what to do.” Fennel commented.

"Wait.. If you were on the front.. Same board..." Zoey smiled in realization, "So he had a perfect view of your ass!"

Fennel covered her face. “I didn’t even realize.” she cried out in an embarassed tone.

"I'm sure he realized!" Zoey giggled before pausing, "... Then again this is Bob we're talking about."

“I can’t believe I did that...” Fennel said quietly. ”Then we had a picnic and cuddled for s while.” Fennel added.

"That is so cute!" Zoey squealed, "I guess the picnic was a good idea after all."

“What do you mean it was a good idea after all?”Fennel asked.

"Well, who do you think left the picnic and the warhammer at the lake for you guys?"

“I kind of thought Bob did.” Fennel said with a nervous giggle. “I just thought he was being romantic is all. Does that mean you had Ernie send that stuff?”

"Yeah. I figured if there was a warhammer there, you'd get Bob to swing it- Oh, did you get him to swing it with you holding onto it?"

“Oh I did alright.” Fennel replied in a distracted tone, she was obviously thinking of the event. “Do you think you can you can help me pick out an outfit for our next date?” Fennel asked.

"Of course I can!" Zoey nodded happily.

“I was kind of thinking something like a little green dress maybe.” Fennel suggested.“Maybe we could go mini golfing or bowling. You know, something calm.”

"Maybe.. But yeah, green is definitely your color," Zoey nodded, looking Fennel up and down as if to confirm her statement.

“Do you think he’d like the dress?” Fennel asked.

"I know he'd like the dress," Zoey answered confidently.

“We could go dancing, that’d be super fun.” Fennel added.

"Oooh, yeah.. Though I'm not sure how good Bob would be at that," Zoey giggled.

“I could teach him a Few Laviturnian dances.” Fennel responded.

"Well, until then," Zoey grinned, laying Ernie's eye on the bed, "Let's take a look at how the date went.. Oh, and, uh.. Yeah, I had Ernie send his eye over to watch you guys." With that, she looked around the eye for a moment before applying pressure to the panel Ernie told her about.

“You did what!?” Fennel exclaimed as her tail shot upwards.

The eye projected what appeared to be a menu onto the wall, a selection of high definition images on the wall of different scenes the eye had seen, several of which were... explicit, to say the least. Each was listed with a date and location underneath them. Some of the images looked odd and somewhat monochromatic, and their dates preceded even before Zoey had met Ernie

Fennel covered her eyes and protested "I thought I told you not to record me!"

"Oooh, gonna have to watch that one later," Zoey remarked at one of the explicit scenes, giving one of the black-and-white scenes a glance before getting up and tapping on the wall what looked to be today's date at the lake. She quickly sat back down on the bed.

"If you do I'm leaving." Fennel said as she continued to cover her face.

"You can look now, it's just your date," Zoey said, rolling her eyes.

Fennel uncovered her eyes, "I don't know why you wanted to record that. It's a little creepy."

"So we can review it," Zoey held up a finger informatively, "See what you did right, what you did wrong, and what needs improvement."

"Do you really have that little faith in me?" Fennel inquired.

"No, it's just that you can always do better, right?"

"All right let's just watch the tape."

"The tape? You mean video?" Zoey scoffed.

"Yeah... We had some vhs tapes back at home, I've just wanted to say that is all."

Tape is an obsolete term,” noted Ernie’s eye.

"Hah! High five Ernie's eye!" Zoey snickered, lightly tapping the eye with her hand.

High five noted and accepted.

"Alright, play the video," Zoey ordered, sneering at Fennel's expense. As soon as it was said, the video of Bob and Fennel’s date began to play, the view centering on the two, moving as they moved.

"It followed us!?," Fennel gasped.
"The camera's just turning around, calm down," Zoey giggled as, in the video, Bob swung Fennel around while she clung to the mallet of the warhammer, "Man, I gotta get Bob to do that to me. I didn't think it'd be that fun."

Fennel tapped her fingers together as she said "That's just a personal thing." in an embarassed tone, followed by a nervous chuckle.

"Hey, Ernie's eye, can we hear them?" Zoey asked.

"Let me guess it's got a high def microphone too." Fennel snarked, fully aware of the humilation train that would happen.

Of course, Ernie's eye had crystal clear audio of each of the two lovebirds, a clean listening of every syllable they said to one another, as below, subtitles rose up to further tell the two what they were saying.

"You uh... You alright?" Bob asked in the video after having caught Fennel staring.

"I was just wondering if you knew what kind of sandwich it was.”

"Nice save," Zoey snickered.

If Zoey looked close enough she would notice that Fennel's face had taken on a reddish hue. "Oh geeze is it that obvious." Fennel muttered as she tried to cover her face.

Fennel then watched as she dragged the board out to the water on video. She had been staring at Bob the entire time she moved the board out.

"Oooh, I see," Zoey nodded as Fennel had Bob move to the front of the board, "Wanted to get a good look at Bob's ass first, huh?"

"No, I just wanted to get a feel for the board first... that was just a bonus I guess."

"I heard that," Zoey sneered.

The video then showed Bob falling off the board followed by Fennel's obvious attempt to make it look like she had fallen as well.

Fennel meanwhile was obviously embarrased by the fact that her bail out had been so blanatantly intentional.

"Can we give it one more shot, please?"

"Oh man, that's a really good puppy dog face," Zoey nodded in approval.

Fennel snickered, she had to agree that was a good move."Being exotic has it's upsides." Fennel commented as she mimiced the face she pulled in the video.

"Here we go!" Zoey exclaimed as Bob climbed onto the back of the board, "C'mon, Bob! Take the bait! Look at her ass!"

Fennel watched the video through her fingers, afraid to see what Bob did.

Bob took a quick glance over her, before focusing back on the task at hand. "Eh... He didn't look that long, but it's something, I guess," Zoey huffed.

Soon enough, the footage went over Fennel getting off the board and begging Bob to sit on the blanket with her.

"What's his favorite season? Really?" Zoey laughed.

"It seemed like a good question." Fennel protested.

Soon enough the video cut to her saying Bob just needed a partner. What Zoey focused on, however, was Fennel's rolling around in the video. "You really wanted him to see your ass, huh?" Zoey remarked.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't even realize I was doing that." Fennel gasped. "I swear that's instinctual." Fennel lied hoping it would cause Zoey to drop the subject.

"Suuure it was," Zoey grinned.

"You don't know anything about my psychology!" Fennel quipped hoping it would give her case some solid ground.

"I know that you liked seeing Bob's ass. And I don't think you'd get all flustered if there was nothing to what I was saying."

"I didn't have any control over that." Fennel protested before finally giving up.

"It doesn't matter anyway. He's too prudy to look at your ass," Zoey said disappointingly.

The footage then cut to Fennel asking Bob about his hobbies or his lack thereof while she mused about her armor smithing.

Fennel then noticed the view that her digital counterpart had given then she took noticed of Bob's gaze. The expression that drew across her face was a combination of embarrasement for her actions and a small amount of pride from the validation of Bob's quick glances.

"Now we just gotta figure out how to get him to actually touch it," Zoey mused, making a smacking motion, slapping an invisible butt infront of her

Fennel let out a small snarl in resonse to Zoey's comment. "He better not touch it."

"Whaaat? Are you telling me you don't want your ass squeezed? Even a little?"

"Well not now... I only met him a few days ago." Fennel added. Zoey rolled her eyes and continued watching.

The footage then cut to Fennel placing her head on Bob's chest.

Fennel seemed particularlly embarassed as this part of the footage began to play. The Fennel in the Fennel could clearly be seen staring longling into Bob's eyes once her own were open.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure, Fennel."

Zoey made a loud, single clap as the Fennel in the video kissed Bob's cheek. "Oh my god! I didn't think you actually had it in you!" She exclaimed.

Fennel's tail swished as she spoke "I don't know, it just felt right..." Fennel muttered.

As the video continued, Zoey's smile slowly faded up until Bob returned with a kiss on the cheek of his own. The young teen let out an ecstatic squeal of delight, glad to see the fruits of her efforts.

Soon enough the footage of Fennel cuddling Bob's arm was playing and this time Fennel remembered that she had been rolling around just after that got up and tapped the wall attempting to change pause the video.

"Hey, what're you doing!? Is this the part where you guys fuck!?" Zoey whined, trying to pull Fennel away.

"No, I was just... rolling around,,,, more." Fennel commented before sitting down

"Oh... Why'd you try to turn it off?"

"...I'm just embarassed that I was rolling around." Fennel responded.

"It's fine. You were just trying to get someone to look at your ass. That's what I've been doing all day too," Zoey shrugged.

"It's just embarassing... I didn't realize I was doing it." Fennel replied.as she grabbed a set of fresh clothes from her bag.

Zoey continued watching before gesturing Fennel closer. "Hey, c'mere."

Fennel obliged and walked over to Zoey. "What?"

After seeing it done in the video, Zoey curiously reached up and tried scratching Fennel behind her ear.

Fennel dropped her clothes as she began tapping her foot on the ground while making a purring noise. "Oh my god," Zoey giggled, continuing to scratch.

Fennel stared crouching down as Zoey continued to scratch her ear, she tried to mutter "ssss.....tt...o....pp." but it was muffled by the purring as she began wagging her tail.

"What was that?" Zoey asked, now using both hands to scratch behind each ear.

Fennel promptly fell onto her back unable to move for a few minutes as she attemped get speak. "please."

"Aw, man. Lemme help you," Zoey bent down to the fallen fox, seemingly offering a hand before quickly returning to scratching her ears once more. "This is too good!" She laughed.

Fennel's leg during this time was still kicking, eventually delivered a kick to Zoey followed by a bark. Whether or not this was the relfex or Fennel's choice would be hard to determine.

Zoey let out a pained, "Oof!" as she stumbled back from Fennel.

At some point after this Fennel rolled right under one of the beds. It was questionable if this was a reflex or Fennel trying to avoid Zoey. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah... But you won't be!" Zoey yelped, quickly squirming her way under the bed with her hands stretched out, aiming for Fennel's ears.

Fennel quickly retreated behind further under the bed as her ears pressed against her head. It seemed somesort of repressed instict had surfaced as Fennel let out a series of yips to try and scare Zoey.

"You are way too cute!" Zoey laughed, completely unintimidated by Fennel's primal yelps.

At that moment, Bob opened the door to the hotel room, taking a moment to take in the situation. "I..." he mumbled, unsure what to say in this situation.

Fennel then poked her head out from under the bed and flashed a toothy grin as she said "Oh, hi Bob!"

"Oh, Bob's here?" Zoey asked, only her lower half sticking out from under the bed.

"What's... going on here?" Bob asked, putting his clothes on the bed next to the bed where all the situation was happening.

Fennel quickly retreaded back under the bed as she squeaked out a response. "She was scratching my ears... and I might have accidentally on purpose kicked her."

Zoey's rear end and legs vanished as her entire body was now under the bed. Her arms quickly shot out on either side of Fennel's head and her hands began scratching once again. "Gotcha!"

Fennel began purring once more as she began kicking the wall

"Well, that's alrigh... hey, why is Ernie's eye in here?" Bob asked, picking up the Benefactor's eye, which had turned off after the video had ended, "Were you watching... I don't wanna know," he limply dropped it back onto the bed.

"She record-" Fennel shouted.

"You don't wanna know!" Zoey interrupted loudly, continuing the scratching of Fennel's ears.

Fennel once again was cut off as her reflexes kicked in. "oouuurr. dddaaattteee." Fennel to say between her purrs.

"LALALALALALALALALA!" Zoey yelled as Fennel tried informing Bob.

Fennel eventually was able grab Zoey's arms and mutter the words "She recorded our date."

"Y'know what? I'm just gonna go back out to the pool," Bob regarded, not hearing Fennel as he began to open the door to walk out, "Don't be watching porn, guys. I mean it."

"... He thinks we were watching porn together," Zoey snickered.

Fennel angrilly kicked Zoey before she got out from under the bed and went to go find Bob. "Ow! That was a mean kick!" Zoey whined.

"Thanks a lot Zoey." Fennel hissed

Fennel quickly chased after Bob and grabbed his hand, she then looked up and him with her ears drooped down. "I was just telling Zoey about our date and it turns out she had recorded it," She tried to explain.

"What?" Bob asked, a bit confused, "I thought she was just getting film processed."

"Turns out she was spying on us." Fennel responed before giving Bob her usual sheepish finger tapping, "We were kind of watching the date..."

Bob let out an annoyed groan, "Oh my god..."

The tip of Fennel's tail went between her ankles as she looked back up at Bob "A-are you angry?"

"Yeah, a bit," Bob grumbled, "Should've known they did something like that."

Fennel looked at the ground, still thinking that Bob was upset about her watching the video. She began rotating one of her feet on the toe as she said, "I'm sorry. I just found out about the tape."

"What? No, it's not your fault, " Bob tried to comfort Fennel, putting a hand on her shoulder, "It's Zoey's fault; You don't need to feel bad about telling me. In fact, I'm happy you told me."

"You aren't mad?" Fennel asked as her ears perked up and her tail started moving side to side.

"Yeah, a little," Bob nodded, "But not at you, Fennel. Why would I be mad at you?"

"I dunno." Fennel responded. She then pointed back to the pool. "Can I join you?"

"I don't see why not," Bob shrugged, "There's no need to be shy about it, right?"

"Can you guys tell Ruby to come up here?" Zoey's voice could be heard shouting from back inside the room.

"If you're watching porn, no," Bob shouted back.

There was a moment of silence before Zoey left the room herself, groaning, "Fiiiiiiine. I'll get her myself then."

“I guess not.” Fennel said as she tried to wrap her fingers around Bob’s hand.

Bob smiled and took her hand as the pair walked down to the pool.

As soon as the two were at the pool, Fennel let go of Bob’s hands and jumped into the pool with a a splash. She then waved to invite Bob into the water.

Meanwhile Zoey was dragging Ruby into the hotel, presumably for inappropriate purposes.

"There better not be porn in there!" Bob shouted back at the two girls. They seemed to ignore him.

"I'm betting there's going to be porn in there," Bob sighed as he dipped into the water.

Eventually Fennel got tired of swimming and climbed out Of the pool “I’ll make sure those two aren’t up to no good.”

Then the world blew up. The end.

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Re: Dimensional Clash IX [IC]

Post by Lowfn on Wed Oct 10, 2018 5:52 pm

Part Five

After a short period of inappropriate actions and viewing equally inappropriate videos, Zoey and Ruby were quite bored in the room by their lonesome. So, they did what any bratty children would do, go through other people's things.

"Hey, look! It's that dagger!" Zoey exclaimed as she rummaged through Fennel's belongings. She handed the dagger to Ruby, who imitated Zoey's bus stabbings into the air.

"Stab! Stab stab stab!" Ruby laughed.

"Of course, no sex toys," Zoey remarked before pulling out Fennel's wand with an, "Ooooh! Look!"

Ruby gawked in wonder as Zoey cleared her throat and waved the wand towards the wall opposite of the room's door, shouting out, "Abra cadabra!" Of course, nothing happened.

Zoey let out a growl as Ruby began rummaging through Fennel's things. "Zippidy zop! Zoobam! Magic missile!" Zoey shouted various magic-sounding phrases as she repeatedly waved the wand to no avail.

"Zoey! Look!" Ruby yelped, pulling out a burgandy book that read, “For the Laviturnian Legends. From- Serina” the center of the cover depicted some sort of round glyph with the word “Runes” written across. If the girls looked closely they would notice that its contents were carefully hand written. Each page contained the name of a rune followed by a description and a series of numbered arrows that showed the reader how to draw the symbols.

"Hmm.. So you.. Gotta draw them?" Zoey questioned as she and Ruby looked through the book.

"What does disguise do?" Ruby gasped.

"... Disguises you? I dunno, let's do it," Zoey shrugged, not considering any potential consequences of following the book's instructions and using the paintbrush-like wand to paint the disguise rune on herself and Ruby.

Unfortunately, nothing happened.

"... Am I disguised?" Ruby asked.

"Uh.. No.. Shit, why isn't it working? I did what the book said!"

"Maybe try a different one," Ruby suggested.

"Hmm... Oooh! Look at this! 'Explosion'!" Zoey said giddily.


Meanwhile, Fennel excused herself from the pool to make sure that Zoey and Ruby weren’t getting Into trouble. She realized that she probably left her card in the room and approached the door.

"Try throwing your shoe again!" Ruby yelled from within the room, seeming rather close to the door.

"Fire in the hole!" Zoey screamed as there was the bang of a shoe hitting the wall followed by the sound of scurrying and a door slamming shut, presumably them rushing into the bathroom.

Fennel then knocked on the door “Girls, can I come in?”

"Yea- Wait- Uh.. Erm.. No! No, you can't! We're, uh.. Watching porn! There's porn everywhere!" Zoey warned.

“Zoey that sounds like a lie. Not that it would surprise me at this point.” Fennel said as she russeled the door knob.

"What do we do!?"

"Shh! Sh sh sh! Turn on the shower! Maybe she won't..." Zoey's voice quickly quieted down as the shower turned on.

”I can hear you girls.” Fennel said as she continued to try and open the door.

The shower turned off. "Okay, we'll let you in! But you have to promise to not get mad!" Zoey requested.

“I promise.” Fennel replied as the tried to turn the handle once more.

Zoey slowly opened the door with Ruby standing close behind her. As soon as Fennel could see the two, a small exsposion went off sending Fennel's clothes that had previously been on the floor acrossed the room before a piece of clothing fell on Fennel’s head. She looked away from the girls for a moment to see whats had fallen on her: it was a bra. Fennel held the article of clothing up before she looked at the girls to ask “What were you girls doing with my cl—- “You two might want to look in a mirror.” Fennel sad as she walked into the room

"I guess the explosion thing worked," Zoey gulped, she and Ruby both spooked by the boom/

”Yeah that’s not the only thing that worked.” Fennel added.

Zoey and Ruby curiously stepped into the bathroom to look in the mirror before they both let out shocked screams. "WHAT'S GOING ON!?"

"ZOEY!" Ruby screamed.



".. WAIT.. Wait.. Wait.. Shit.. The disguise thing! It's the disguise thing!" Zoey yelped. She and Ruby quickly looked back in the mirror, examining themselves.

"... We're like.." Ruby began.

"Fox people.. Like Fennel!" Zoey finished, poking her own cheek before poking Ruby's.

“Yes, very funny.” Fennel quipped, She was rather upset to see that the girls had thrown her belongings all over the room.

"Quick, Ruby! Scratch behind my ears!" Zoey ordered.

"Okay!" Ruby obediently nodded. However, her hand seemed to go right through the large, fox ear on Zoey's head, "Uh.. My hand's going through it!" She tried scratching behind the ear anyway, but Zoey did not feel the mind-numbing effect Fennel seem to have earlier.

Fennel looked at the girls for a moment, before commenting. “you two look a lot like me.”

"Well, duh, we have big fox ears and tails," Zoey remarked, attempting to grab her tail, but her hand disappointingly phased right through it.

“No you two look like me, like you‘re my kids or something.” Fennel responded.

"I guess we both have fur and stuff," Ruby blinked.

"What, you want us to start calling you 'mom' like Tina?" Zoey snickered.

”No that’s not what I'm getting at.“ Fennel responded.

"Is it because we have the tails and stuff?" Ruby asked.

“No I mean it looks like we are related.” Fennel tried to explain.

"How?" Ruby asked, glancing back at the mirror.

"I think she just wants us to call her 'mom'," Zoey muttered.

“I mean like your faces they look like mine along with your fur coloration. That kind of thing.” Fennel said.

"My hair's all, like.. Brown," Ruby remarked.

"Hmph.. If we can't even pull our tails or scratch our ears, what's the point?" Zoey pouted.

“It’s just a disguise so I can pass as a normal human” Fennel responded.

"... I don't think the disguise works very well," Zoey remarked.

“That’s because you‘re already normal. You made it work backwards.” Fennel quipped.

"Oh... Well, how do I undo it? These ears are taunting me," Zoey huffed, looking at her ears in the mirror... Her unscratchable ears...

“You can’t. Unless I punch you in the face really hard. You’re gonna have to wait until I run out of Magic.” Fennel answered.

"Fennel, I swear to god, if you don't change us back right now, me and Ruby will have sex right now and we'll do it infront of the door so you can't leave," Zoey threatened.

“I can’t do anything about it, girls, luckily for you two that date drained me so you should be back to normal in about an hour. Why don’t you go back to the pool or something?” Fennel replied.

"You want the room alone so you can fuck Bob," Zoey accused.

“Oh yes that’s exactly at I want to do, I left you two to throw my things around, turn into foxes, all so Bob and I can make few kits of our own.” Fennel replied in a dull emotionless noice.

"What's a kit?" Ruby whispered.

"I think it's like, a fox baby," Zoey answered before raising her voice as she skipped over and flopped onto a bed, "We already went to the pool! And we're bored!"

Ruby flopped beside Zoey, repeating, "Booored!"

“If you make me mad enough, i'll just force you two to look that way. Forever.” Fennel replied as she started putting her clothes back in the bag.

"Wait, what!? No, please don't!" Ruby gasped.

"She's bluffing," Zoey said in an overdramatically bored tone, "Why do you want us to leave so bad?"

”Because I want to change. I’ve kinda been in this thing for a few hours now. Besides I want you two to stay out of trouble.” Fennel commented.

"Wouldn't we stay out of trouble if we were here in the room with you?" Zoey asked, "We'll just look at the wall while you change."

Fennel looked at hole that was the bathroom door. “Okay, fine.” Fennel as she started picking up clean clothes to change Into.

"Beeeooooooreeeeed," Zoey slowly said.

"Boooored," Ruby agreed.

Fennel tossed the clean clothes in the bed before she started changing out of her swimsuit to something less revealing.

"Borededy boooored," Zoey sighed, "So when're you and Bob gonna fuck? Or.. Get married then fuck?"

"Get married?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah, it's a weird Fennel thing, don't ask. So when're you guys gonna get married?"

“I don’t know, we only just started dating.” Fennel said as she pulled buttoned her shorts and pulled down her shirt. “Alright you two can look now."

"So like, a week from now? A month?" Zoey asked as she and Ruby rolled over and looked at Fennel.

“Depends on when he proposes.” Fennel replied, “I just hope our babies look as cute as you two do right now.” Fennel the booped the girls’ noses

"I think she wants to be our mom," Ruby whispered. Zoey nodded in assent.

”What was that?” Fennel asked.

"She definitely acts like a mom half the time," Zoey whispered back before raising her voice, "We were talking about anal."

“I'm pretty sure you two were talking about moms.” Fennel replied.

"Oh my god, she just keeps goihg," Zoey whined, planting her face into the bed, her voice muffled as she remarked, "She's just like our moms."

“Are you trying to say I wouldn’t be a good mom?” Fennel accused.

"No, I'm saying you're already too much of a mom," Zoey answered as she rolled over onto her back so her face wasn't trapped in the covers.

“You act like that’s a bad thing.“ Fennel said as she we went to lie down in the other bed.

"Well, I mean.. You're not our mom, but like, you act like it a lot."

“I mean I could probably pass as your mom if I wanted right now, eh, more likely an older sister.” Fennel commented. “Why don’t you two just play with the dagger or something.” Fennel suggested.

"We already did," Zoey sighed, "Stabbing gets boring after awhile."

"Hand it to me." Fennel said as she streched out her hand.

Zoey grabbed the dagger and stretched her arm up to Fennel as much as she could, not willing to get up from where she was laying down.

Fennel grabbed the dagger and stood up before tossing it into the air. The blade did several flips before she caught it by the handle. "Yeah this one's balanced very well."

"We wanna have seeeex," Zoey whined.

"Yeah, we're boooored!" Ruby groaned.

"Can't you watch TV or something?" Fennel asked.

"We don't have any CDs," Zoey huffed.

Fennel pointed to the television, "There's a TV right there, is should have cable."

"What's cable? You mean like wires and stuff?"

"No it's a service that puts shows on TV." Fennel explianed.

"... Like the intranet or something?" Zoey asked, her curiosity peaked.

"Yeah like the internet." Fennel explained.

"... How would we know the password for it though?" The concept of a free internet or readily available cable television was completely foreign to Zoey.

"It shouldn't have a password." Fennel said as she grabbed the remote from the bed stand and powered on the television set. "Look see." The current programming seemed to be a children's network focusing heavily on animation. "See, you two can watch whatever this is." Fennel suggested.

Zoey and Ruby's eyes were immediately affixed to the program. "Wow... This place is awesome," Ruby remarked.

"Back home you needed a password just to get on the intranet," Zoey mumbled.

Fennel then pulled out her phone and tried to search what the show was. "Oh turns out this is supposed to be pretty good."

"So wait.. Do people still make cartoons and stuff? Like.. Was this made.. Not a long time ago?" Zoey asked, not taking her eyes off the screen.

"If I understand the year here properly, I think this is the season premire." Fennel commented.

"Watch it with us," Zoey scooted a bit, making room on the bed for Fennel to sit or lay down inbetween Ruby and herself.

Fennel decided to lie down on the bed between the girls and rested her head on her arms as she watched she show. Zoey reached over Fennel and tapped Ruby. The younger sister looked over to see Zoey pointing at Fennel's ears.

It took Ruby a second, but she understood Zoey's intentions, and the two raised their closest hands behind the fox's ears before beginning scratching as they watched TV.

Fennel began purring as the girls scratched behind her ears, followed by tail wagging.

Zoey and Ruby giggled as they continued scratching, occassionally glancing back at Fennel's tail before returning focus to the TV.

Eventually Fennel rolled over as the girls scratched behind her ears. "What, you want belly rubs or something?" Zoey snickered, her hand underneath Fennel's head as she continued scratching.

Fennel opened her eyes. "No!" She said before covering her ears and rollng over once again.

"Why're you covering your ears?" Zoey asked with a wide grin.

“No reason.” Fennel lied.

"You know you liked us scratching them."

“Well I mean yeah, but part of that is like reflex Is all.” Fennel replied.

"You still liked it," Zoey giggled, "C'mon, let us keep scratching."

”Okay.” Fennel said as she uncovered her ears. Fast as lightning, Zoey and Ruby's hands were back where they were previously, scratching behind Fennel's ears once more.

As expected the purring continued one more though this time Fennel was restraining herself from rolling around.

There was a knock on the door, followed by the muffled voice of Bob behind it, "Hey, is everything alright in there, guys?"

"Oh, Ruby, c'mere!" Zoey beckoned as she hopped off of the bed, "I wanna see his reaction to us being fox people!" Ruby giggled and followed Zoey. The two neared the door.

"Come on in!" Zoey stifled a giggle of her own as she quickly opened the door to reveal herself and Ruby, fennel-ified.

Bob walked in, and stopped in the doorway, obviously confused and dumbfounded. "I... What?" Bob asked. Zoey and Ruby immediately burst into laughter, nearly falling to the ground as they clung to each other and the wall.

"What the hell happened to you two?" Bob asked, coming to his senses, "Why are you... looking like Fennel?"

“They were messing around with a few runes I have archived. it should wear off as soon as I run out of Magic but I don’t want to risk any permanent affects because there’s a small amount of shape shifting.”Fennel explained With a wave of her hand.

"Wait.. Permanent effects?" Ruby quickly asked while Zoey was still coming down from her laughing fit.

“Runes are complicated, in theory you could be stuck like this. Probably not but I don’t want to deal with you two looking like this forever.” Fennel commented.

"Yeah, I don't think you two'd want to be stuck like that forever. Imagine how much you'd get joked about," Bob reasoned.

Fennel then gave Bob a deadpan look as if she were offended. Zoey looked back at Fennel before giving Bob a cheeky smile. "... So we're not gonna be stuck like this?" Ruby asked, a lot more worried than Zoey seemed to be.

"Fennel, I didn't mean it like that," Bob backtracked quickly, obviously embarassed due to Fennel's reaction, "I meant like, uh... they just look different than they usually do."

“Pfft.” Fennel exclaimed before chuckling, “I know that. I just wanted to push your buttons a little. Besides it should wear off in 45 minutes.”

"Oh, that should be fine, then," Bob sighed.

“You know unless I decide they deserve to be cursed.” Fennel said as she held her hands above her head and wiggled her fingers.

"Cursed!?" Ruby gasped.

"She's bluffing. She wouldn't curse us after we hooked her up with rtBob," Zoey said confidently, offering Ruby a fist bump that the younger sister unassuredly returned.

Fennel darted her eyes side to side before speaking in a mischievous tone. “I dunno wizards are pretty vengeful.”

That is a statement I can agree with. There are times I am very vengeful.

"We don't deserve to be cursed! I'm sorry for going through your stuff!" Ruby cried out.

“I’m gonna need some convincing.” Fennel replied.

"I-I'll have sex with you! I'll eat you out for as long as you want! I can go for hours!" Ruby begged.

“Not like that!” Fennel clarified.

"Come on, she's gonna end up crying," Zoey huffed, ruffling Ruby's hair, "It'll be fine, Rub."

“Why don’t you go find some ice cream or something?” Fennel requested.

"Are you gonna curse us?" Ruby whimpered.

“Not if you hurry.” Fennel replied.

"Zoey, c'mon!" Ruby insisted, pushing past Bob and scurrying into the hallway. Zoey rolled her eyes and casually followed.

“So how‘s it going Bob?” Fennel asked.

"You think that was a bit harsh?" Bob asked, "I mean, you get some ice cream out of it, but..."

Fennel shrugged, “They were going through my stuff.” Despite the fact she emulated a maternal figure for the girls she seemed to think of herself as an older sister to the girls at times. Fennel‘s tone in regards to the previous statement seemed to carry the aloofness of an older sibling.

"Yeah, but still, they're freaking out now," Bob sighed, "It's probably not good."

"I’ll tell them I’m sorry when they get back... I can also undo the thing... I just wanted them to not do that again.” Fennel replied.

"Fair enough," Bob mumbled, sitting on the bed and looking at the TV, "Oh hey, we got cable?"

“Yeah. l guess the girls don’t have cable back at home.” Fennel responded

"I don't think so. I think they came from some kind of apocalypse-sorta world..?" Bob shrugged, "I dunno."

“Yeah I can see that,” Fennel replied as she started flipping through the channels.

"So, what do you want to watch?" Bob asked as he looked alongside Fennel.

Fennel looked at the television for a while, she wasn't particularlly interested in any of shows, she eventually returned to the cartoon she had been watching with the girls. "Do you just want to watch this?" Fennel asked.

Bob examined the show, which didn't really interest him, but to keep Fennel from being dissapointed, nodded, "Yeah, looks good to me."

Fennel then turned her attention to television set. "This show seems familar. I can't quite figure out why though." Fennel's tail then began brushing against Bob's arm, it seemed this was more Fennel fidgeting rather than any attempt to get Bob's attention. "What kinds of cartoons did you watch as a kid?" Fennel asked.

"I never really watched any," Bob noted, subtly wrapping an arm around Fennel's shoulder as he let out a yawn, "But I like this."

Fennel then rested her head on Bob's arm with their height difference leading Fennel's ears to crumple into Bob's face.

Bob would have done something to stop Fennel's ears from messing with his face, but didn't care that much, rather wanting to see her happy and calm for once.

"Smooth." Fennel commenting on Bob's actions and placing her hand on Bob's back and began slowly moving her fingers across to give him a back rub as she watched the show.

"Oh, that's the spot," Bob groaned, "Y'know, I've never had something like that for years."

Fennel then widthdrew herself from Bob's grip and moved to behind him and placed both hands on his shoulders. She then started lightly grazing her fingers over Bob's back once again. "Like this?" The fox asked.

"Oh, yeah, right there," Bob nodded, trying to move his hand to rub her back in return.

Fennel then began applying more pressure to Bob's back upgrading the back rub into a massage, "You got a lot of tension, Bob." Fennel commented. She didn't know how to tell for sure but she figured that was accurate judging from the difficulty she was having getting Bob's muscles to loosen up.

"Yeah, well, keeping track of all those girls and their drama is a bit... straining," Bob noted, "You don't seem as tense, just by looking at you."

"I just kind of roll with the punches, that and surfing helps clear my mind." Fennel replied. As she applied a litte more pressure in to Bob's back. "But to be honest I've been on edge recently with everything."

"Really?" Bob asked, a look of concern in his eyes, "Why's that?"

"Well I mean, I've been in another world for half a year, felt a bit like a freak, felt obligated to become an adventurer, I'm not sure if Laviturn is safe, I don't know where Ryle and Dipin are, and now I've got to try and be a mom to Tina and a mentor or older sister to all the other girls. It's just alot." Fennel replied as she worked a knot in Bob's back loose. With one last application of pressure Fennel finished the massage before lying down on her stomach next to Bob to continue watching the show.

"Agh... that was nice," Bob sighed as the knot was undone, moving his hands to begin to do the same to Fennel, slowly rubbing her back, "I think you need this more than me."

Fennel began letting out a soft, high-pitched purr as Bob worked the knots out her back. "That's nice."

"Yeah, right?" Bob agreed as he continued down Fennel's back, slowly and calmly rubbing.

"Just a little lower." Fennel muttered.

Bob did as asked, slowly rubbing lower and lower down Fennel's back.

"Yeah right there." Fennel said as Bob's hands were fairly high up on her lower back. "Just a little more pressure."

"You got it," Bob replied, applying pressure as he undid the knots in her back.

Fennel let out a louder purr in apprieciation as Bob continued. "This feels so nice." Fennel muttered as her tail wrapped around Bob's arm.


"This better not be bullshit," Clara muttered as Ruby climbed on her shoulders. Zoey then scaled the small tower and bent her knees.

"Okay, I'm gonna jump. You guys ready?" Zoey asked, recieving a thumbs up from her two sisters. Given the greenlight, Zoey jumped from Ruby's shoulders and barely managed to cling to the ledge of the window to their room.

"Are you okay, Zoey!?" Ruby worriedly asked.

"My shoulders hurt," Clara stated.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Zoey answered, peeking through the window. Luckily for her, the explosion rune from earlier managed to knock the curtains of the window inside out of place enough for the nosy teen to see inside.

"Are they having sex?" Ruby asked.

"It's kinda hard to see... Wait.. WAIT! Bob's behind her! They're on the bed! They- They're totally fucking!" Zoey gasped, "Fennel didn't even take her clothes off!"

"I wanna see!" Ruby whined.

"Are you sure they're having sex?" Clara asked.

"Literally, I think Fen's moaning or something. Probably making some weird fox noise," Zoey called down. Hanging the window's ledge prevented her from cupping her eyes to the glass and getting a better look. Still, she was getting excited watching even with the poor quality view.

"Describe how they're doing it," Clara requested.

"It's like.. So like, Fennel is laying down, and Bob is fucking her ass," Zoey tried to describe.

"She probably can't keep herself up," Ruby theorized.

"Well, no shit! It's Bob! I'm sure just a few minutes with him and anyone would be worn out!" Zoey remarked.

Unfortunately, the girls' peek into the situation would be cut short as Bob looked up and saw Zoey. At first dumbfounded, then annoyed, Bob stood up (his trunks still on and having no sign of having been lowered), walked over to the window, and shut the curtains on Zoey.

Fennel was confused asked "W-what is it."

"The girls..." Bob sighed, "They're probably gonna say we fucked or something."

"I don't think closing the curtains going to help with that." Fennel added.

"Yeah, but it's better than them peeking in," Bob regarded as he sat back down next to Fennel, "Besides, I like a little privacy, don't you?"

"That is true." Fennel continued, "But maybe you should put a little more on..."

Bob looked himself over and thought aloud, "You're probably right. Lemme go change real quick," he added, grabbing his clothes from the bed and walking into the bathroom to change.

"I'd rather not have them think we are fooling around." Fennel remarked as she rolled over.

"Yeah, I agree," Bob shouted back from the bathroom, "The less we look like we're banging, the less they're gonna ask about it or keep doing that."

"Yeah. That Zoey is awful nosy." Fennel commented.

"Yeah, but I think she's got good intentions," Bob noted as he walked out of the bathroom fully clothed, "She just.. doesn't go about them the right way."

"That's true. I just hope they got that icecream before trying to spy on us." Fennel remarked.

"I doubt it," Bob laughed as he laid down next to Fennel, "They're scared, but they ain't that scared."

"So you like to play bad cop I take it?" Fennel joked.

"Nah, I think you did pretty good at that," Bob mused, a hand slowly creeping up before scratching behind Fennel's ear.

"But I can't be bad co--" Fennel was cut off as she began purring.

"Works every time," Bob chuckled as he kept scratching.

"You can't just do that everytime you want me to-" Fennel was once again cut off and began kicking one of her legs.

"Not every time," Bob corrected, allowing reprieve from the scratching, "Just when I think you'd be cute doing it without ruining the mood."

"I wish you normal humans did something like that, then I could atleast be on even ground." Fennel pouted, before caressing his face.

"You've never heard of tickling?" Bob asked with a smile, "It's pretty much the same."

Fennel then quicly wiggled her fingers in the space between Bob's neck and shoulder. "Like this!"

"Yeah," Bob said with a chuckle, "It'd work better on the girls, so you don't have to deal with Zoey attacking your ears, but yeah."

"I'll keep that in mind." Fennel said with a mischevious tone as she tapped Bob's face with her ears.

In response, Bob blew softly in them, hoping it'd get Fennel to flick them back or something.

Fennel's ears flicked for a moment as she closes her eyes and scruntched her face as she tried to restrain herself from biting at the stream of air.

"Hah!" Bob laughed, "Works with cats, works with foxes too..."

Fennel puffed up for a moment, she was mildly upset that her ears had become such a sudden weakness. She then retalitated before blowing stream of air into Bob's face hoping for a somewhat similar reaction. Given how Bob was a regular human this was unlikely.

"What?" Bob chuckled, "I still think they're kind of cute."

Fennel looked away somwewhat embarrased and let out a quite, "I know..."

"...But I bet they're also better than mine," Bob quickly replied to take Fennel's mind off of her inadequecies, "We should... go check on the girls. Make sure they're not climbing to see any more windows."

"Okay." Fennel replied before rolling off the bed, then promptly fell on the ground, her quick rise to her feet left the impression that this was an intentional move rather than an accident.

"You alright?" Bob asked as he opened the door to the hotel room, looking back at Fennel.

"Yeah." Fennel said as she walked out the door. "The girls owe us ice cream anyway. I'm pretty sure Brendan knows where they are."

Somehow, Brendan was able to convince the girls to leave the pool and was heading to his room to change. Along the way he passed by the room where Bob and Fennel were. "So what were those two up too?" He asked as he looked through a stack of keys.

"Hey, Brea- ndan," Bob corrected himself as he walked out, "Are the girls still out by the pool?"

"They should all be back in their rooms. Clara and Anna ran off with some kids that looked like Fennel."

"Zoey and Ruby," Bob murmured, "You have another key for that room?"

"Na, they look all of them." Brendan replied as Allen popped out of seemingly nowhere. "But Allen should be able to open the door for you." Brendan said as he pointed do the door where the girls were hiding.

"Thanks," Bob nodded as he walked over to the door, and, to not seem intruding, knocked loudly on the door, "Hey, girls? It's me, Bob. Can I come in?"

Loud moans were quickly cut off followed by a few thuds. "Ow!" One of the girls cried out.

"Sorry! Clara! Hi-" Zoey's voice yelled before quickly lowering its volume.

"Allen, could you please open the door?" Bob sighed, worried for what sort of calamitous mess he was about to see behind the door.

"BZZZRT!" The ghost said before possessing the door. The lock took on an orange tone as a soft clicking noise confirmed that it could be opened.

Fennel placed her hand on the door handel before pausing. "We're coming in." She called to the girls and waited a moment before slowly opening the door.

Bob, with a tired groan, warned, "You better not be doing what I think you're doin-"

Clara's hand quickly slipped out from under a matress before she flopped onto the bed and under the covers. The observant would have noticed she wasn't wearing any clothes. The other three girls were already laying down and the TV was showing some cartoon.

"Oh, hey Bob!" Zoey waved, making sure the sheets covered herself up to her neck. The other three were similarly covered up.

"...You were having sex, weren't you," Bob grumbled, pinching his brow.

Zoey would have lied to Bob, but figured telling that part of the story would be enough to cover up the real secret. "Okay, fine. We were horny, okay?" Zoey huffed, "You shouldn't be surprised we'd screw by now."

"What's under the mattress?" Fennel asked, it just seemed a little off that the girls were suddenly being so modest.

"Nothing!" Anna quickly answered.

"Clara, would you mind telling me what you were putting under the mattress?" Bob asked.

"If you don't I'll make sure you two stay like that." Fennel threatened.

"... I was putting my notebook under the mattress," Clara answered.

"Why are you trying to hide it?" Fennel inquired.

"She has a diary in it," Zoey answered for Clara, who remained silent.

"No I asked Clara, Zoey." Fennel replied.

"There's... Things in my notebook that... I would rather you not see," Clara slowly said. Anna seemed very nervous, glancing between her sisters to Fennel and Bob.

Fennel then glared at Anna, "Allright Anna, let's make a deal..." Fennel said as a somewhat malicious grin drew across her face. "As you can tell, two of your sisters are already in a predicament...."

"Or," Bob considered as he walked in, "I'll just take a look for myself if it's just Clara's notes or not."

"But Bobby, you're ruining my bad cop game, right now." Fennel complained, immedately killing any air of intimidation she had been carrying, as evidenced by Zoey's snickering.

"Bah, I don't think they're scared by that," Bob regarded, "I mean, they didn't bring you ice cream, remember?" he walked over to the bed, "Any of you willing to fess up, or am I gonna have to root around under this mattress?"

"Wait, we were supposed to bring you ice cream?" Ruby asked, ".. I thought you were just telling us to eat ice cream."

"Why would I? Never mind." Fennel said in a bewildered tone.

"None of you?" Bob asked with a harrumph, "Guess I'll just have to see for myself."

"I wanna watch this TV show," Zoey stated before clearing her throat.

Anna stiffened up before saying loudly, "I am going to open the window now! I need fresh air!" She started to get out of bed.

"Alright, here I go..." Bob said, beginning to stick his hand under the mattress.

Clara's own hand snapped out from under the covers, grabbing his arm as she stared Bob dead in the eyes. "Do not touch my notebook, please."

"I won't," Bob agreed, "If you stop giving me bullshit. What are you guys so nervous I'll find?"

Clara slowly reached under the mattress, pulling out her notebook while Anna opened the window. "It's just my notebook," Clara said, her eyes looking to Zoey. Zoey gave Clara a nod. As quickly as she could, Clara threw the covers off of herself and leaped for the window.

"Not again!" Fennel exclaimed as she pointed the wand at Clara freezing her as she was clambering over the window sill

"What the- hey!" Bob exclaimed, "The hell was that?!"

"... Shit," Clara sighed, "Page 87. Promise you won't tear it out." Zoey audibly facepalmed.

Bob walked over and took the book from the frozen girl, slowly turning to the page Clara had stated, "Let's see... 84... 85... 86... 87...!"

Fennel then swished the wand away from Clara, causing a towel to wrap itself around the girl before letting her move freely.

The entirety of page 87 of Clara's notebook was a detailed, realistic drawing of Bob and Fennel having intercourse. It looked to be a similar position to how Bob was giving Fennel a back massage earlier, though his hands were on her sides and honestly this doesn't need a detailed description.

Fennel quickly peeked to see what the Bob was looking at before her face became notecably more red. "What is this!?" Fennel shrieked.

Bob, a bit flabbergasted at first, turned to the girls, "What the hell, guys?"

Anna was hiding under the sheets. Zoey let out a groan, and Clara explained the situation, "Zoey was peeking through your window earlier and saw you two having sex. She, Ruby, and I were talking about it, and I mentioned that I wish I could have seen it. Anna happened to be nearby, and offered to draw it based on Zoey's description of what she saw."

"Having se-oh, for god's sake," Bob grumbled before exclaiming, "I was rubbing her back, for fuck's sake! She had on all her clothes, how does that even get close to sex?"

"You haven't had sex with your clothes on before?" Zoey asked, "Wait, right, it's Bob."

"Shut up, Zoey," Clara said.

"Why did you even think we'd do that? We only started dating today." Fennel angrily inquired.

"I dunno! I mean.. You guys wanted the room to yourselves.. And then when I looked through the window it looked like Bob was fucking your ass! And then he shut the curtains!"

"Because I saw you all gawking in the damn window!" Bob stated angrily.

"I can't believe you thought I had that little self control," Fennel added.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to draw!" Anna cried out from under the sheets.

"Okay, the window was like.. It had that tinted shit on the outside and it was hard to see. It really looked like you guys were fucking," Zoey defended herself.

"But you didn't take anything about how I wanted to wait until after my wedding into account now did you!" Fennel exclaimed, obviously very upset.

"That's why I was so surprised to see you guys fucking! Er- Thought I saw you fucking!"

"You can tear that page out of the notebook if you want. If it didn't actually happen, then I don't care if it's in there," Clara said, "Thanks for wasting a page of my notebook, Zoey."

Bob sighed as he took the time to carefully take it out of Clara's notebook, before tossing it down on the bed, setting the notebook down next to Clara, before storming out, obviously having enough of the entire situation.

"Are we in trouble?" Anna asked, peeking out from under the sheets to see Bob left.

"Definately." Fennel said before snapping her fingers, dispelling the rune on Zoey and Ruby and storming out of the room.

"Hmph... I don't get why they freaked out so much," Zoey grumbled.

"You were the one that said they would be upset by it and that was why I needed to hide it. You even told me I might have to jump out the window," Clara retorted.

"Yeah, but I didn't think they'd be that upset! We just drew them screwing! I mean, come on! They're acting like we just.. Killed a bunch of babies or something!" Zoey pouted, folding her arms.

"Maybe Fennel is on her period?" Ruby asked.

Fennel opened the door with the help of Allen once again and shouted "I AM NOT!!" before slamming the door and storming off to the lounge.

The girls were quiet for a few moments. "... That wouldn't explain why Bob was all pissy too," Zoey muttered, "... Why do 'moms' always end up being so bitchy?"

"Can we just watch cartoons?" Anna asked with a quivering lip. Out of the four, she was the most impacted by all the yelling and the prospect of being in trouble.

"Yeah, fine, whatever," Zoey sighed.

Fennel then began muttering angrily to herself as she began to look for where the girls had found their icecream. Soon enough she found a concession stand and paid for a pint of Icecream before returning to her room and before ramming a spoon into the icecream and eating it.

Bob walked out of a nearby restroom, visibly less upset than before. He let out a sigh as he walked up to Fennel, "Hey, you alright?"

“I’m just mad they jump to conclusions, despite me giving them good reason to think otherwise.” Fennel vented

"Well, they're kids," Bob noted, "And kids tend to do that a lot. You gotta give them a break sometimes."

“Okay, but they they were all like ‘she’s just mad because she’s on her period.‘“ Fennel continued as she used a more whiny voice to indacte was trying to mock Zoey’s accusation.

"Fennel, You know Zoey's like that," Bob regarded, "If she can get on your nerves, she will."

“I know, but she’s just such a brat sometimes.” Fennel huffed, before devouring another spoonfull of ice cream.

"Yeah, she can be," Bob agreed, "But that doesn't mean you shouldn't give her another chance on this."

“I just don’t get her is all.” Fennel replied.

"Sometimes, it's hard to make sense out of any of them," Bob regarded, "But if you spend enough time, real time with them, it all starts to make a bit more sense. A bit, not much."

Fennel tilted her head back “Ugh, you sound like my dad telling me to make friends.” Fennel groaned.

"Well, it's true," Bob let out a bit of a laugh but stopped himself, "You just need to get to know them to better tolerate their crap."

”Okay, I’ll spend some girl time with them.” Fennel said as she got another spoonful of ice cream. “So when should I go hang out with them?” Fennel asked.

"Any time when they're not having sex would probably be fine," Bob noted.

“They’re probably not up to anything now.” Fennel mused. ”I should just go now...” Fennel said before standing up.

"Wait," Bob questioned, "Where are you going?"

“The girls.” Fennel commented as the left the room with ice cream in tow. Soon enough, she was knocking on the girls door.

Then the world blew up. The end.

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Re: Dimensional Clash IX [IC]

Post by Infested on Wed Oct 10, 2018 5:53 pm

"Coming," Zoey's voice called out. However, it was Ruby that actually opened the door.

"Who is it?" Zoey asked.

"Fennel," Ruby answered, stepping aside so Fennel could walk in while Zoey let out a groan.

“I brought ice-cream.“ Fennel added hopping it would lessen Zoey’s hostility towards her. Fennel then pulled out a few spoons she had swiped from the lobby on her way to their room.

Ruby looked to Zoey for approval, who let out a sigh, "Fine." Zoey scooted closer to the side of the bed, patting the mattress for Ruby and Fennel to come over as well as for Clara and Anna to sit at the foot of the bed.

Fennel promptly sat on the bed before handing a spoon to each of the girls. “How are you all doing?” She inquired.

"Blue balled and watching cartoons," Zoey answered tersely while her sisters awkwardly dug into the ice cream. Zoey was reluctant, but took a spoonful herself as well.

Fennel sighed, “I’m sorry I yelled at you guys.”

A few "It's okay"s came from each of the girls, except for Zoey who let out an unenthusiastic, "It's fine."

“It‘s just you were spying on us and then the drawing caused things to boil over.” Fennel said, her tone carrying some remorse.

"... I'm sorry for drawing that," Anna murmured unhappily as she scooped a little bit of ice cream with her spoon.

“I just didn’t like the subject material, but other than that, it was well done.” Fennel remarked hoping it would lessen the blow.

"... It was?" Anna asked for confirmation, her confidence in her artistry a tad shaken by the conflict prior.

“Yeah... the detail probably won’t be leaving my memory any time soon.” Fennel added in a slightly disgusted tone.

"... Thank you," Anna said quietly.

"Anna has never been... Yelled at for her art before," Clara stated with a brief deadpan glare at Fennel, causing Anna to appear even more shy.

“I’m sorry, Anna.” Fennel replied.

"It's okay... I'm not mad at you," Anna said, eating some ice cream.

“So what do you guys usually do for fun?” Fennel asked.

"We screw," Zoey answered, still a little bitter about the fight earlier.

“And I faun over Bob, but that’s not the only thing I do,” Fennel snarked hoping it would get Zoey to open up.

Zoey let out a sigh. "There's nothing else to do here. Everything we liked was back at the Hold, our home, and that's gone."

“I mean Anna draws, Elizabeth cooks, and you mean you couldn‘t find a hobby?” Fennel asked.

Zoey opened her mouth to make a snarky response, then paused in thought. What were her hobbies? Did she even have any? She thought back to her time in the Hold and realized she never actually contributed anything to the group. Sure, she would help out with watering a few plants or dust off a glass case in the museum, but she didn't have any regular tasks she enjoyed doing like Elizabeth, Anna, or- Hell, even Clara had her weird archiving thing.

All Zoey ever really did was have sex, socialize, and tease people. She recently discovered how much she likes shopping, but that's not exactly a hobby. What else did she actually enjoy doing? This concern seeped into Zoey's expression as she was lost in thought.

“Zoey?” Fennel asked.

"I.. No..." Zoey mumbled.

“You don’t know?” Fennel asked.

"I just said no, okay? I don't have any hobbies, god," Zoey huffed, folding her arms and looking away from Fennel with a mixture of anger and hurt.

“Do you want to find one?” Fennel asked unsure of what to say.

"... No," Zoey lied in the midst of her pout.

“Are you sure?”

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't need hobbies. I'm fine how I am," Zoey insisted. The other girls glanced awkwardly at one another before continuing to eat the ice cream.

“Okay, I won’t push.” Fennel said as she held up her hands.

Ruby looked over to Zoey with a worried look, then took a moment to think. It was pretty obvious that Zoey was bothered by not having a hobby to call her own. Ruby didn't really have any she could think of either. She was honestly happy with just following Zoey around. Wait..

"Oh, um.. I don't have a hobby and I want to find one," Ruby spoke up, giving Fennel a wink as to let her in on the idea.

Fennel mused for a moment, “Maybe pottery?” She suggested.

"That might be fun," Ruby smiled, "Do you wanna help, Zoey?"

Zoey slowly looked over to Ruby's eager smile and let out a sigh. "Fine, sure."

”I’m not really sure where we are going to find clay though.” Fennel added.

“You ever heard of cosplay?” Fennel asked.

"Cos.. Play.. No, nuh-uh," Ruby shook her head.

“It’s like when you make costumes.” Fennel explained.

"What kind of costumes?" Ruby inquired.

“Anything you want really.” Fennel answered.

"I could make a.. Uh.. Uhm..." Ruby trailed off, not sure what to make a costume of.

“Dresses, coats, hats, stuff like that.” Fennel suggested.

"That sounds really fun! What do you think?" Ruby turned to Zoey once more, who did seem interested, but was in a stubborn mood.

"... Sure," She mumbled.

“We’ll have to buy supplies but it should be fun.” Fennel noted.

"Where are we gonna get the money?" Zoey asked, "I don't want everyone selling all of their stuff, and you guys won't let me sell sex."

“You know about busking right?” Fennel asked.

"No, what's that?"

“It’s like when you do something on the streets and people who like it give you money.” Fennel Explained.

"So like pole dancing?"

”Typically it’s not sexual. Umm, for example you could play a song or something like that.”

"None of us can play any instruments... Except Maria. She can play the drums," Clara stated.

“What can we do with thirteen girls that could bring in a lot of money.0

"Sex," Zoey said simply.

“We could probably put on a play.” Fennel replied, “Less likely to get us arrested or pregnant.”

"Wouldn't we need money to get the supplies to put on a play?" Clara asked.

“I‘m sure Bob and Brendan have enough stuff stored away that we can improvise with.” Fennel suggested.

Zoey pursed her lips, glacing at Fennel for a moment before getting a wicked idea and donning a devious grin. "Okay, fine... But I get to direct the play," She declared.

”If you can keep it PG-13,” Fennel replied.

"What's PG-13? What is that?"

“You can’t screw but you can depict violence and swear.”

"... Deal," Zoey nodded after a short thought.

“I can handle any special effects you need.” Fennel added.

"No. You're gonna be in the play," Zoey insisted.

“Top billing or the tree.” Fennel asked

"What?" Zoey blinked.

“Am I the star or a role given to make mommy and daddy happy?“ Fennel tried clairifying.

"It's an important role. I'm still making up the story in my head," Zoey answered.

”Oh good.” Fennel replied.

"Yeah... Yeah, this is gonna be great," Zoey nodded to herself, taking pleasure in the story unfolding in her mind.

“looks like somebody found a hobby.” Fennel teased in a sing song voice.

"Wh- No I didn't!" Zoey huffed.

“I can tell by that smile you had.” Fennel teased

"I was just thinking of something funny for the play," Zoey insisted, "Besides.. Directing plays would be a dumb hobby anyway."

"I dunno you kind of have that play wright air about you.“ Fennel continued.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You do like telling people what to do," Clara remarked.

“Yeah play writes basically tell directors what to do.” Fennel added.

"Hmph.. Well I haven't even done it yet, so I don't even know if I'll like it," Zoey mumbled.

“Fair enough.” Fennel replied before for turning her attention to Clara. “So where’d you get that note book?”

"Brendan bought it for me," Clara answered, "He also bought me a camera."

”What kind of camera?” Fennel asked.

Clara hopped off the foot of the bed and pulled out the expensive, futuristic camera. "It can take high quality pictures from very far away, record video, project either onto a flat surface, and it has a lot of options for organizing files. There are a lot of other different gimmicks to the camera, but I don't have a use for them."

Seeing the camera Fennel spoke before thinking, “Why didn’t you just spy on us with that?”

"I didn't want to risk dropping it," Clara answered, "Especially since it was a gift."

”Is it special?” Fennel teased, biting her lip and raising her eyebrows a few times.

"I would say yes. Why?" Clara asked, not picking up on what Fennel was getting at.

“Zoey denies it but she might be the only one of you girls with a crush if you catch my drift.” Fennel said with a friendly elbowing.

"Wait, what? I don't have a crush on anyone," Zoey said with confusion.

“Ssuurreee, you don’t.” Fennel teasesd.

"Who do I have a crush on then?"

“Bread duh.” Fennel said as she rolled her eyes.

"Ew! No!" Zoey vigirously shook her head as the others giggled (Save for Clara), "He's all wimpy-looking! There's like, barely any muscle! And his hat is dumb!"

"Naw, I saw you looking at his abs." Fennel said mischeviously.

"The only abs I've been looking at are Bob's!" Zoey huffed, "Because Bob is actually hot!"

"Sorry honey, he's not on the market." Fennel snickered.

"You're welcome for that, by the way."

"Remind me to return the favor some day." Fennel replied.

"Huh? No, no, I really only wanna, like, date my dad," Zoey shook her head.

Fennel paused for a moment. "Alright but what if Mr. Tall, dark and handsome shows up and is all like 'hey little lady',?" Fennel asked.

"I'd probably screw him, but I wouldn't date him."

"But what if he wanted to date you?" Fennel asked.

"Hmph. I'm loyal to daddy," Zoey proclaimed.

"Okay, I'm sure I can find you a boyfriend though." Fennel said innocently, not realizing any potential implications that could arrise.

"Unless you find literally my dad, then no." It was clear that Zoey had an unwavering loyalty for her father, and a very specific type of man she liked.

"Okay, I'll drop the topic." Fennel said.

"You wouldn't be able to find a guy that looks anything like our father in an age range you would think is acceptable anyway," Clara remarked.

"That's true." Fennel replied.

"Anyway, I think I know how I want the play to go now," Zoey slowly nodded, "Clara, I'm gonna need you to write the script."

"Okay," Clara replied simply.

"So what are you thinking, Zoey?" Fennel asked.

"I don't wanna spoil it until the script is made, but you have one of the most important roles in the whole thing!"

Fennel moved her tail to the side before lying back on the bed. "So, now what?" She asked.

"Now... Me, Clara, and Anna go away to do play stuff," Zoey stated, "Let's go."

"Wait, wh- What about me?" Ruby asked.

"I don't wanna spoil stuff, Rub. Plus, if Fen goes and screws Bob, I need someone to witness it," Zoey explained as she, Clara, and Anna got up off the bed and began shuffling out of the room.

"So I guess it's just the two of us then." Fennel commented as she looked up at the ceiling.

"Yeah..." Ruby was quiet for a moment, "I don't know what to do now."

"We could just watch tv." Fennel remarked.

"Okay," Ruby nodded, clearly upset she wouldn't be spending this time with Zoey.

Fennel looked at the television, whatever was on she seemd to enjoy it as evidenced by her now wagging tail.

At the open window, a one-eyed Ernie peeked in, its eye focused on the television attentively. Even it seemed bored with nothing to do.

"What do you usually do when Zoey isn't around?" Fennel asked.

"Uhm.... I dunno," Ruby blinked, having spent most of her time orbiting her favorite sister.

"What's a book you've read?" Fennel tried, hoping to change the subject.

"I read some school books for history and stuff.. And science," Ruby tried to recall.

"Magic is kind of weird, like you can use physics to almost get around it." Fennel added hoping it would give them something totalk about.

Ernie's eye silently jolted over to the conversing duo when the word 'physics' arose. "Query;" Ernie spoke up, "Define how magic works around laws of physics."

"I'm not an expert but for example. My brother, Ryle can reshape his sword. So what most Varians do is use fire magic to melt the sword then ice magic to cool it afterwards and that's pretty difficult to do so quickly and as often as they do. But we've only had magic for a few months so he can't do that, so he instead he just uses electric magic to undo the bonds in the electrons of his sword then uses magnetism to change the removed parts orientation before reforming the bond." Fennel explained.

"...This ability seems heavily inefficient," Ernie stated, "The amount of energy required to dissassemble the atomic structure of a metal-based blade would be far more than a temperature-based shift."

"He just messes with charge of the electrons. I don't really get how it works but somehow it does." Fennel replied.

"...What do you understand of science, Overseer Ruby?" Ernie asked, wishing to change the subject from the scientfically abstract 'magic'.

"Uhm... Well, I know that, uh.. I know what gravity is and I know the planets. There's.. The sun, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn.. Umm.. Uhh... Neptune, Your anus," Ruby briefly giggled to herself, "And, um.. I'm.. Not really sure what else I know about science. Oh! I know some stuff about the body, um.. That's it."

"Bodily systems are an interesting subject." Ernie stated, "What do you know of how you function?"

"Uh, well, I know that we breath in air and then it goes to our lungs, then the.. Brocoli takes the oxygen and puts it in the blood- The red blood cells and.. Then they go around the body giving it oxygen, and the heart pumps the blood. Uhh.. There's white blood cells that eat germs that get inside of us.. Uh... The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell."

"...Those are basics of human anatomy. Do you know of the Digestive system? The Nervous System? ... The Reproductive System?"

"Oh! Yeah, I know what those are!" Ruby nodded her head, "The digestive system is when we eat food and it goes into our stomach and our stomach acid eats it! Then the.. Nutrients are absorbed into our body. Then what's left goes through our intestines and comes out of our butts as poop! The nervous system is... Uhh... It has.. Neurons which are what let us feel stuff... And all of the neurons are connected to our brains. And then the reproductive system is different for boys and girls. Girls have vagi-"

Fennel then covered Ruby's mouth "Alright I think if Ernie wants to hear any more he can read it on wikipedia."

'I already have a full anatomical knowledge of the human body and its physiological functions... Organic life is quite similar in most variations, but all is... odd, if you are left to think about it. Cells compose Tissues, which compose Organs, which compose You."

"Yes we get it the human body is so beautiful and strange." Fennel commented.

"That was not my point. In an objective standpoint, a human body is... lacking."

"Wait, what are cells.. 'composed' of?" Ruby asked.


"What are they composed of?"


"What are molecules composed of?"


"Oh, okay... Atoms are the smallest stuff, right?"

"Atoms are made of individual protons, neutrons, and electrons, which are then composed of quarks."

"What are quarks composed of?" Ruby asked, fascinated to find out that atoms were not the smallest thing in existence.

"Quarks are the smallest possible unit of matter. There cannot be composed of anything more than just quarks."

"What are they?"

"The building blocks of all known matter. Held together with gluons, Quarks make up the composition of protons, electrons, and neutrons."

"Alright, then explain this." Fennel said as she snapped causing small flame to appear above her hand.

"...This is not coinciding with the discussion at hand," Ernie disregarded, "The ignition of oxygen via releasing potential energy in the air. It is known as combustion."

"Then explain this." Fennel said as she put a hand on her head and hip in an alluring pose.

"...This is not a scientific phenomenon," Ernie noted.

"Oh, that has to do with the reproductive system! It can make the PINGAS hard!" Ruby exclaimed, pointing at Fennel.

"Ah. Courting. After examining Earth's knowledge, that is... one of the more tame courtships/mating rituals on your planet," Ernie mused.

Fennel burst out laughting in response to Ernie's answer. "Wait, what was that Ruby?" Fennel asked.

"Oh, I said that kinda stuff can make a boy's PINGAS hard," Ruby repeated.

"I didn't think that pose was that seductive." Fennel replied.

"You are correct," Ernie calculated, "Statistically, a peacock is more likely to rise a mate out of a human female than that pose is to rile a human male."

"Oh, oh! What about this?" Ruby asked, hopping off the bed and quickly bendi-

Fennel pointed at Ruby, freezing her. "I don't wanna know how efficient you are."

"Huh?" Ruby blinked, trying to squirm.

"Remove her from her frozen state immediately," Ernie clicked.

"No." Fennel refused.

"Please? I don't like being stuck," Ruby whined.

"Fine." Fennel said before freeing Ruby.

"Thank you for your cooperation," Ernie nodded, "Further noncompliance may have provoked nonlethal aggression initiatives."

"No! Don't aggression her!" Ruby gasped.

"Aggression is not needed; Fennel has removed her 'magic' manipulation on you, Overseer." Ernie stated.

"Even if she didn't, don't aggression her," Ruby ordered.

"Yeah you're not my dad anyway you can't tell me what to do." Fennel replied.

"If an overseer's welfare is compromised, Benefactor units are allowed to take any actions that are deemed logical in order to remove said Overseer(s) from harm."

"It's not dangerous."  Fennel added somewhat sheepishy.

"...How did you halt her movement?"

"I used magic to redirect her kinetic energy."

"A lack of kinetic energy or energy in general may begin to cause rapid cellular death in a human body if prolonged."

"I can't keep it up for that long anyway it's not like it would have done any damage." Fennel added.

"Even so, the possibility of such was still enough to assert my aggression initiatives."

"What would that even entail?" Fennel asked.

"Restraint of all aggressive/noncompliant individuals at all costs and, at worst, aphyxiation until consciousness is lost." Ernie described in the typical monotone voice.

"So like you'd choke me?" Fennel asked.

"That is a crude manner of putting it, but affirmative."

"Okay. I won't freeze her, unless I need to." Fennel said.

"You will not freeze her on any basis."

"But what if we're in a crash and she isn't wearing a seatbelt."

"I would be prepared to place my graviational manipulatory wells between affected members of the crash.

"Ernie, you're no fun."

"Ernie's lots of fun!" Ruby insisted, "Ernie, show her how good you are at sex!"

"Wait what!?" Fennel exclaimed."

"Preparing for phase one," Ernie acknowledged, one of his arms beginning to vibrate.

"PHASE ONE!? No, make it stop!"  Fennel shrieked as she slipped under the bed.

"Why?" Ruby asked before looking up at Ernie, "Stop, I guess."

The vibrating rod-arm halted its vibrations and lowered.

"That's not what I meant by fun." Fennel yelped.

"Oh... But he is really good though. Zoey showed me!" Ruby exclaimed as her upper body slumped down off the side of the bed so she could look at Fennel.

"Well, I don't want to find out." Fennel replied.

"He's really good though... Except he doesn't have any cum," Ruby remarked with disappointment.

"I'd be more disturbed if he did."

"Ernie, what other fun stuff can you do?" Ruby asked, doing the worm backwards to reposition herself back onto the bed.

"I can perform a plethora of tasks, if required," Ernie responded, "What do you desire?"

"What were those black and white videos on your eye about?" Fennel asked having remembered the playback function of the robot.

"More than likely automated recordings of Iyqua." Ernie stated, as the eye floated out of the other room, and attached itself back onto the Benefactor's pearl white face.

"Can we watch them?" Fennel asked.

"Wait.. Where was your other eye?" Ruby inquired.

"You and Overseer Zoey left it in the room where you viewed videos of yourselves on it and stimulated pleasure with one another."

"Wait a second... Hey you need to delete a file from your memory." Fennel said realizing something.

"ERROR; Orders denied," Ernie blared.

Fennel then dropped her ears and stuck her bottom lip out as she said "Please?"


"Ruby can you have Ernie delete a file for me?" Fennel requested.

"Delete what?"

"I might have accidentally changed in the room because the bathroom didn't have a door and I forgot the eye can record video..." Fennel said nervously.

"There are; one video pertaining to this subject. Would you like to view the video, Overlord Ruby?" Ernie asked.

"NO! Delete it!" Fennel shrieked.

"Huh? Uh, sure," Ruby said, her focus shifted to something going on outside, and so she wasn't entirely sure what question was asked of her.

"Video... DELETED."

"Thanks Ruby." Fennel said with a sight of relief.

"You're welcome," Ruby smiled, though she wasn't sure what she agreed to, "... What were we talking about?"

"We were trying to watch those black and white videos on Ernie." Fennel stated.

"Oh, okay. Let's watch one!" Ruby nodded.

"Alright, I think you have to pick it, Ernie doesn't listen to me." Fennel lamented.

"Ernie! Show us one of your black and white videos, please!" Ruby requested.

"Which video would you like to view? There are 6,784 videos pertaining to or originating from Iyqua."

"What would be the most interesting?" Fennel asked.

"Interest is a subjective topic and one I lack a specific query for."

"Uhhh.. The best one!" Ruby exclaimed.

"Define 'best' in this situation."

"The one you think is the best one."

"Yeah!" Fennel added.

...Acknowledged. Playing Visual Record Number 00001, dated 5/25/11,780 Post Ruinam.

Ernie’s second eye looked towards the TV. As he did, its screen turned to static for one moment, before going black. A few pings of white light fluttered over the screen, accompanied by an unknown slushing sound, before an actual image appeared.

The view was looking far off into what looked like clouds. In fact, as far as the eye could see, thin clouds covered the area. Below, some sort of rigid, dark structures spindled about. The camera looked down in a forceful manner, as if someone were first using it, and could see a deflated grey sack, similar to the one Ernie was made of, slowly filling and sloshing about. The view turned to the right, and looked to see rows of similarly deflated Benefactors, though they did not appear to be going through the process themselves. Behind them, they were attached to abstract machinery, which plunged into what could only be described as a wall of dark green fluid, flickers of light emanating from inside it.

Iyqua... The Clouded Sky, Home of the Convolution... Home...” Ernie narrated, a certain longing behind his tone as his upper eye turned to the screen as well as he continued, “And the structure you see here is the Amnion, birthplace of all proxies.

“Oh so that’s like the factory where you were born, it looks pretty.” Fennel commented as she continued watching the video.

Less a factory... more a transitional phase,” Ernie corrected, “A phase from the fluidic to material.

As the camera slid along with the line of Benefactors, small, spider-like machines dangled in the air, their legs thrumming as they floated around the camera, their centerpoints staring over the in-construction machine, before fluttering off to the right, presumably to the next machine in line. In the far distance, several benefactors sped off quickly and smoothly into an indiscriminate direction, as a large structure lazily moved about in the camera’s peripheral vision.

“What do the spiders do?” Fennel That

The Analysts ensure a proxy’s tactical ability and its material completion,” Ernie explained, “If faults were found, they would be tasked with fixing them.

“There’s so many Ernies,” Ruby remarked with wonder.

Before I was disconnected from the Convolution, there were approximately fifty trillion benefactor units working within and without the borders of Iyqua and its galactic holdings.

“That’s a lot of siblings.” Fennel commented.

Siblings are for organic life,” Ernie retorted, “We are proxies. Material extensions of the Convolution’s thoughts.

The video continued on, as the camera jolted a bit, descending a slight bit before catching itself. It tilted around, and looked back at the Amnion, getting a better view of the smooth, seemingly bubble-like surface of it as it extended off into the distance, along with the racks of Benefactors hanging from it alongside other forms. It would stare at them a moment, before turning about in reaction to a loud thrumming noise.

A massive machine, with two thick horizontal ‘wings’ rose above the structures surrounding it, the clouds around it dispersing by its movement. Ernie’s vision continued to stare at the machine as it grew closer to the construct, the rhythmic thrumming continuing on.

An Overseer,” Ernie narrated, “Highest Order of the Proxies. Benefactors cannot deny their orders.

“Like Zoey and me?” Ruby asked.

Their demands overrule yours. They are permanent. I believe I was receiving my first at that moment.

“What did your overseer make you do?” Ruby inquired.

I am unsure of what my first assignment was. Let us watch to remember,” Ernie noted.

Ernie stopped in front of the Overseer, it’s glaring horizontal view looking down demandingly at the Benefactor, but stopped after a few moments. Above it, a single massive vessel, larger than even the structures around it, lazily glided forth. In front of the ship, a circular tear in the sky, a black hole appearing in the whiteness.

Ah yes,” Ernie stated upon sighting the ship, “Now I remember my first task. The surplus I was created from was pressed into service for the conflict for PH-0975.

"What's that?"

It was a planet littered with artifacts of precursor races within the galaxy. It was taken in secret by a paramilitary organization working under a nearby government, and when our scouts had discovered it, we immediately made plans to assault the world.

In the video, without hesitation, Ernie flies up, and into the hole, passing alongside the ship, which dispatched larger, more airplane-esque machines that screamed forwards towards a group of smaller ships. “The Benefactors were not mobilized to partake in combat, but to extract the artifacts before the world was redacted - destroyed without a trace of its- or our - existence.

"Why was it being destroyed?" Ruby asked, looking up at Ernie for a moment before looking back at the TV.

So that the Convolution could remain a secret.” Ernie stated simply.

“So you just killed innocent people?” Fennel accused.

A stark majority of the casualties of the conflict- of which the opposing force’s were total -were highly trained soldiers or scientists who, if allowed to continue knowing our existence, spread this information across the galaxy. If word spread of a power such as the Convolution, we would face a galaxy united against us in primitive fear and idiocy, as most wars start.

“Soooo you were the bad guys?” Fennel inquired with an unsure tone.

’Bad’ cannot be applied rationally to the actions of the Convolution. Morality is an organic construct, designed to determine societal ‘rights’ and ‘wrongs’ along with their laws. The Convolution’s actions are pure logic, based upon millions of predictions done at once.

"... So then what did you guys want to do?" Ruby asked.

Our directive was to supplant order across a galaxy divided in war, political disdain, and general chaos.

”So you were a third party?” Fennel added.

Negative. There were only two ‘parties’: The Convolution and the unorderly, who separate themselves based on their moralities.

“You know I’m probably just going to think worse of you if we keep going."

Placing moralities on a proxy is as chastising gravity for pulling you to the ground. But digression is needed, and I will do so.

"... I'm confused," Ruby admitted, not understanding all this philosophical talk of morality.

“He’s saying it's pointless saying what he did is right or wrong.” Fennel explained.

Precisely.” Ernie agreed plainly, “To place morals on something that cannot even contextualize morals is hindering on progress to Order.

"... What Fennel said made more sense," Ruby blinked.

“I just think you shouldn’t operate soley on logic.” Fennel quipped.

Emotions blind judgement, make a subject act in irrational manners that can lead to death.” Ernie retorted.

"But then why did you say you were gonna hurt Fennel if she didn't unfreeze me earlier?"

You are an Overseer. It is in my programming to not allow harm to come to you.

"What if I wasn't an Overseer?" Ruby asked.

I would not have acted; it would not have been this unit’s concern.

“Wow Ernie that’s hurtful," Fennel stated.

Based on Ruby's sad expression, Fennel was correct in her assessment. "I.. But aren't we friends though?" She asked Ernie.

Fennel looked at Ruby and said, “I would still protect you.”

"...We are still companions, affirmative," Ernie regarded, "And I appologize if my conclusions have hurt your opinions of me, but they are my conclusions, and I would come” to them regardless."

"Would we be friends even if I wasn't an Overseer?"

"...There are limited possibilities," Ernie tried to state an optimisitic outlook.

"Huh?" Ruby blinked worriedly, not sure what Ernie had meant when she was expecting a 'yes' or 'no'.

“Probably not.” Fennel explained

"It means that, while possible... without Overseer access, you would more likely be another standard civilian."

Ruby took both Fennel and Ernie's words into consideration as her shoulders slumped down and her face was downcast. She let out a quiet, "Oh."

“I‘d still be your friend.” Fennel stated as she placed a hand on Ruby’s back hoping to comfort her.

Ruby gave a sad nod before hugging Fennel, not having anything else to say.

Fennel returned the hug. “We still have ice cream.”

"I'm not hungry," Ruby murmured.

Ernie, noting the change in tone, addressed Ruby, "Punishment parameters are available, if you feel inclined."

"... What?" Ruby looked up from her hug, confused.

"I have obviously displeased you, and as Overseer, you have the privelige to punish me if you choose so.
" Ernie responded.

"No.. No, I don't wanna do that," Ruby slowly shook her head.

Fennel not knowing what to do simply wrapped her arms tighter around Ruby.

Ernie did not say anything more, looking about dantily as if looking for something to change the topic, before slowly backing away from the window, and floating off to see if Zoey required his assistance (as he needed something to pass the time; after the first time out, analyzing walls had become less than interesting).

As it turns out, Zoey was outside the hotel with Clara and Anna. "How do you have that much paint left over from ths bus?" Zoey asked as Anna carried the last of her cans from the tour bus.

"Well, I don't have much black or pink left, but everything else didn't cover almost the whole bus," Anna replied, setting the cans down before dusting off her hands.

"Now we just- Ernie! I was about to go looking for you!" Zoey exclaimed, clapping her hands together, "Do you think you can build a small stage for us? We're putting on a play!"

"Affirmative," Ernie responded, puttering off for a moment, before returning with wooden planks and nails, quickly assembling a simple stage for the girls. "I did, in fact, leave the correct amount of currency for these supplies."

"That.. Was fast," Clara blinked.

"Where'd you get the money?" Zoey asked, making sure Ernie didn't steal another ATM.

"There was currency still remaining from the bus transaction," Ernie explained, "So I sent the remainder of it for these supplies."

"Sweet. Can you get a bunch of copies of this script made?" Zoey held up several sheets of notebook paper stapled together, with the cover reading, "Literally The Best Play To Ever Exist Ever"

Ernie examined the papers, before asking, "Query; what is the nature of this play?"

"Well... I guess I can tell you now, but don't tell anyone else until they've read the scripts!" Zoey ordered, "Long story short, it's about a beautiful princess' village being attacked by a rabid werefox."

"...Does this story end as most do? With the 'werefox' meeting failure and/or death?" Ernie asked.

"You'll have to read the script yourself to find out," Zoey proclaimed with pride.

Again, Ernie examined the script, noting the casting section, before reading it quickly.
Anotha one

"Hey, Zoey? Remind me why I have to be the witch," Clara requested.

"Because.. Uhm.. You'd be able to pull it off better than any of us," Zoey answered. Clara seemed unconvinced, but did not say anything more.

Ernie would see he had a role in the play as well, but not as a character. Instead, it was noted that his responsibility was to change set pieces for the transitioning of scenes.

"I will find the proper machinery and copy this transcript immediately,"  Ernie nodded, taking note of his own role in the play, before flying off again to get the script copied.

"Alright, Anna, get to work painting that cardboard. Me and Clara are gonna find some more," Zoey ordered. Anna saluted Zoey as her two older sisters walked away.


Meanwhile, Brendan had managed to find somewhere to change and had entered the room where Bob was, ”So I take it you two are going out or something now?”

"Yeah..." Bob replied, "The girls got us to go to some lake, and, well... it went off without a hitch."

“Good for you two then. She’s pretty and all, but she just looks too much like Pokémon, so it’s just kind of uncanny is all.” Brendan commented.

"She doesn't look anywhere near like your Pokemen, Brendan," Bob retorted, a bit taken aback that Brendan compared Fennel to a trained animal.

Brendan then pulled up a picture of a Lucario, “I’m not calling her an animal,” Brendan tried to explain, “I meant it like it she were too similar to a family member or something like that.”

"Huh," Bob examined the picture of the fox-human pokemon, "I guess that makes sense."

“That was poorly worded off the bat.” Brendan sighed.

"Yeah," Bob agreed, "Yeah it was."

"So do you two like wanna share a room? I can sleep on the couch again." Bread offered.

"You don't need to take the couch, Brendan," Bob remarked, "Just work something out with the girls, I'm sure one of them will have a spot open. I guess me and Fennel will share a bed..."

"I'd be fine sharing a bed with Tina or Clara again." Brendan replied. "I'm gonna be honest, I kind of don't trust the others less."

"I can't say I'd disagree," Bob noted, "Lord knows I'd share a room with Zoey and Ruby together."

"Seems like it's just asking for trouble." Brendan replied.

"Exactly why I'd never do it," Bob laughed, "I'd wake up in the middle of the night and... you get the picture."

"Yeah, I mean they like me less but still." Brendan continued.

"Still, they'd try," Bob shook his head, "You know they would."

"Yeah, Tina's too innocent and Clara, I guess she just doesn't feel much of anything. To be honest it's kinda creepy." Brendan added.

"I don't think she's like that," Bob disagreed, "I think she's just... not really willing to show emotion."

"Yeah, she showed a little emotion when I got her the camera." Brendan commented.

"That's nice," Bob added.

"Yeah. Do you think Fennel is still talking to them?" Brendan asked.

"Maybe, why do you ask?" Bob questioned.

"She seems to vary between getting along with them and not pretty often. Do you want to check on them?”

"It's been a while, so it's probably a good idea," Bob nodded as he began to walk for the door.

Brendan decided to tag along not having anything better to do. Once they reached to door Brendan noticed that the lock was a orange color, “Allen are you still here?” The trainer asked as the door replied with a cheerful “BUZZRT!”

”All right Allen get out of there.” Brendan requested before the Pokémon exited the lock.

"Sorry, I forgot about him," Bob regarded, "The girls, uh... were doing crap."

“Dont think allen would have understood anyway.” Brendan said dismissing the subject As he knocked on the door.

“Yeah?” Fennel called as she heard the knocking.

”it’s Bread.” Brendan said through the door.

"You just... never mind," Bob muttered, before speaking up, "I'm here, too. Just checking to see if everything's alright."

“We were just talking. You can come in if you want.” Fennel said as she went to open the door. Soon enough, she was standing at the doorway giving Bob a toothy grin.

“Hey,” Bob grinned back, “What’s going on?”

” Ruby and I were talking and the other girls are writing a play.” Fennel informed Bob.

"Hi, Bob! Hi, Bread," Ruby waved before looking back at the TV.

“Hey Ruby,” Bob waved back, “So, what’s this about a play?”

"I dunno. Zoey, Clara, and Anna are making a play, but they won't tell anyone anything about it yet," Ruby shrugged, "Zoey said she didn't want to spoil it."

“Oh, so Zoey’s the one directing?” Bob questioned.

"Mhm," Ruby nodded.”

“Oh, this is gonna end well,” Bob mumbled sarcastically, “Can you tell me where they’re at? I wanna talk to them about the play, make sure we’re not gonna get arrested for public indecency and the like.”

”I told Zoey she had to keep it PG-13, but they’re probably outside.” Fennel commented.

“Thanks, Fen,” Bob replied, starting to make his way out, “I’ll be back in a bit. Like I said, gotta make sure they won’t break into sex onstage.”

Fennel then grabbed Ruby’s hand began Following Bob outside.


"It needs to be taller!" Zoey declared as she, Clara, and Anna stood before a ten foot tall cardboard tower of boxes, painted to look as if it were made of stone.

"Zoey, I don't think it'll stay up if we make it any taller," Clara stated, "It's already swaying."

"And didn't you say you're standing on top of it?" Anna asked worriedly.

"Ernie's just gonna make me float on top. Do you really think I'd actually stand on that thing? I'd end up killing myself!" Zoey scoffed.

As Zoey spoke of the robot, he returned, a large stack of scripts floating next to it, still warm to the touch. If one were observant, they would note that Ernie had printed many more copies than needed.

"Hell yeah! Thanks, Ernie!" Zoey exclaimed, "Just set 'em down on that cardboard thing we haven't used yet." She pointed over to a folded up cardboard box on the ground.

As he did so, Bob, Fennel, Brendan, and Ruby would exit and see the makeshift set. "What is this?" Bob asked as he walked up, gesturing to the large cardboard tower.

"Good timing," Zoey grinned, taking four sets of scripts from her stack, walking past the four, and slaping a script into each of their chests, "You guys get to be in my play!" Despite phrasing it as an offer, it was pretty clear Zoey had already decided for them that they would be in her play no matter what.

Ruby didn't seem to care, overjoyed that she would be able to participate after all. "Really? Thank you so much!" She squealed, about to hug Zoey, but did not want to crumple up the script given to her, "What is this?"

"That is the script, Rub. You guys gotta memorize your lines by tomorrow, because that's when we're doing the play," Zoey proclaimed.

"Wait, wha- I didn't even say I'd be in your play!" Bob protested.

"Bob, I will literally cry right now if you refuse to be in my play, and everyone else out here is gonna look, and it'll be really awkward," Zoey threatened, "Besides! I gave you a really good role! You're a knight!"

"Well, I guess knights are always good parts... wait, how many lines do I have?" Bob asked, scrolling through the list, "...Wait a minute. Fennel, did you agree to be a werefox?"

Fennel was currently trying to balance of a some bricks around a tree drew her attention to the script, “I get to be the bad guy? Sweet.” She was clearly happy with the role she had been given.

"That's right! You murder and eat Princess Ruby!" Zoey dramatically pointed at her sister.

“Ooh dark. I like it.” Fennel commented before jumping off the ring of bricks.

"Wait, what? Why do I have to get eaten?" Ruby whined.

"Because you're cute, so the audience will care more," Zoey explained, the compliment quickly wiping the frown off of Ruby's face.

“So do we have fake blood?” Fennel inquired.

"Oh, I was gonna use red paint.. Ernie! Get us some fake blood- Oh! And a.. A big doll that looks like Ruby!" Zoey ordered.

"Acknowledged," Ernie responded, flying off to get the requested items.

"Wait... am I gonna have to kill Fennel?" Bob asked.

"Eh, kinda.. Read the script and find out! I don't wanna just spoil it without you guys reading it!" Zoey insisted, proud of her work.

Brendan and Fennel began reading thier scripts as well. occasionally the memorization was broken by Fennel commenting on a line of dialouge she found well written.

Bob snapped his script back to being straight, beginning to flip through it and read.

"I'm gonna hand the rest of these out to the others," Zoey said, attempting to heave the stack of scripts, "Oh, fuck, shit, Clara, Anna, help me out." The two sisters quickly came to Zoey's aid as Zoey continued speaking, "Remember, the play is tomorrow! Memorize your lines! It's not exactly a long play, so if you can't remember your stuff... You're dumb." With that, Zoey, Clara, and Anna left the area to hand out the remaining scripts.


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Post by Lowfn on Sat Oct 13, 2018 9:56 pm

Zandoo, Teed, H

Literally The Best Play Ever Made Ever

Appearently unbeknowst to the other "actors", Fennel already had some acting experience from her travels in medival land, and as result she was particualrly prepared to give a good performance as she seriously doubted the acting ability of the gaggle of girls with daddy issues.

As the anticipated hour came ever closer, Ernie was busy at work already, getting the props together, and making his finishing touches on the stage, bit by bit adding stylistic details to Zoey's liking. All the while, the stunt doubles, which appeared to be dressed-up blow dolls of appropriate sizes, were carefully loaded with the needed gore and such, which consisted of fake blood and chicken livers. Even a boulder, plucked from some far off quarry, was being intricately etched and broken apart by floating chisels to work into an exact shape and size to be optimal for when it was needed. Ernie was a tireless scene carpenter, technical director, and stage designer, to say the least.

"Alright, everybody! Let's check real quick and make sure you all know your lines," Zoey clapped, "Ruby?"

"I stayed up almost all night memorizing them!" Ruby saluted.

"Fen?" Zoey called.

"Please, little did any of you know I traveled around with some actors for a while, in Varie." Fennel quipped in an overtly smug tone while the lightly touched her finger tips to her sternum only adding to her air of confidence.

"A really snobby yes, got it," Zoey nodded, "Bob? You good?"

"Yeah, I think I got it..." Bob said, looking over the script one more time.

"Bread? How 'bout you?"

"I have literally one line." BRendan commented.

"Elizabeth told me earlier she forgot hers, so I had to check," Zoey remarked.

"Sorry," Elizabeth frowned.

"It's fine. Parfait, you got your line down?" Zoey asked.

"Sylveon!" The sylveon replied repeating its only line.

"Awesome. Clara?"

"Yes," Clara replied simply.

"And, uh... Tina! How 'bout you?" Zoey asked.

"I'm gonna be famous!" Tina shouted with glee.

"Alright, rest of you I already asked. Hey, Ernie? You good? Got everything down?"

"I have read and memorized every line within the script through approximately eighteen thousand cycles," the Benefactor affirmed, puting the finishing touches on the opening scene.

"Ernie do you have the sound effects for the transformation sequence?" Fennel asked.

Ernie said nothing, but a loud thunderclap noise errupted from him, followed by a track of people cheering and other sound effects.

"Hmm... I think we're ready," Zoey let out a deep breath. She didn't think she would end up caring so much about this play, but after writing the script, the stage getting set up, and the audience brought by the advertising campaign she had sent Ernie on, Zoey really wanted this to go off without a hitch, "Just a few more minutes and it's showtime..."

"Hey, Zoey, can I ask something?" Bob asked.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"What's up with that whole part where I come and kiss your foot?"

"Bob, did you not read the script, it tells you why," Zoey scoffed.

"Yeah, I did, but it's just weird."

"That's just tradition there," Zoey shrugged, as if she didn't make up the world where the play was taking place in.

"I don't know why you needed to write it." Fennel added.

You know, for a play you concieved in less than two hours, it looks... more theatrically sound than I thought it would be. Except for the... 'ending', of course.

"Ah, it's fine, I guess," Bob regarded, "If it's a fun little play, it's a fun little play, not like kissing your foot means anything."

"It means a lot," Zoey corrected, "It's a sign of respect from a knight to a member of the Council of Princesses."

Fennel quickly shook her head "Yeah, It's just a play." She then moved to the right wing of the stage and waited on her cue.

"Alright, places everybody! Ernie, make sure the castle village thing is right! Let's do this!" Zoey hollered.

Brendan and Parfait then took their places as he placed the jester had on his head.

Fennel meanwhile used her want do trace a rune ondo her arm, causing her appearence to change to that human.

Zoey peeked out from inbetween the curtains of the show's relatively small stage, beaming at the size of the crowd. Her head quickly dipped back in before she stepped out in front of the curtain to give a few words before the show.

"Hey everyone!" She happily greeted, "The play's about to start, but I wanted to say 'thank you' for coming here tonight! This is my first time doing anything like this, but I'm pretty sure you guys are gonna love it. I present to you... Literally The Best Play Ever Made Ever!" The audience clapped as Zoey quickly ducked back behind the curtain.

Fennel then located Tina and motioned to her. "Tina, over here."

Tina ran to Fennel's side while Zoey called up, "Ernie! Me and Ruby, the balcony!"

Ernie turned from stuffing the dolls to the brim with fake gore, and Zoey and Ruby slowly lifted up to the theatrical balcony.

"Alright! Curtains, then the cool... Shifting perspective thing!" Zoey ordered, "It's showtime!"

Slowly, the curtains began to reel back, revealing the stage as a spotlight shined on first Zoey and Ruby at their placement on the castle piece, then expanded to show the rest of the town setting.

The castle and the large cutouts of village cottages were all painted to look the part. Zoey and Ruby stood side by side, looking down upon a grouping of their sisters and the audience. The group of sisters stared up at Zoey and Ruby, their princess duo.

"Greetings my-" Zoey stopped herself, glanced at Ruby, then back down to the crowd as she spread out her arms, "our loyal subjects! Today is a wonderful day! For today, we welcome Princess Ruby to the Council of Princesses! When the construction of Rubystead is complete, she will have her own kingdom to rule, but until then, she will rule alongside I over all of you!"

In the crowd of sisters below, Maria excitedly raised a fist into the air, though her delivery of excited shouting came off as forced, "YEAH! I LOVE BEING RULED!"

She was promptly punched in the face by Mary, who, along with Harper, played the roles of guards below the balcony and guarding the main gates to the castle. "Fist pumping is illegal, shithead!" Mary snapped.

"Ow, that really hurt," Maria whined quietly, rubbing her face.

Fennel looked up at the Princesses from her hiding spot, her clothes were tattered and dirty as she glared towards royality her voice was bitter with resentment and she let out a quite growl before speaking "Curse those damn princesses! and especially you 'Princess Zoey'... Fennel's voice was all the more filled with malice as she named the princess "... I will never forget what you did to my family..."

The stage went dark as Ernie brought out a couch and set up a small cottage. Fennel was sitting on the couch with Tina in her lap, She was brushing the child's hair as she spoke with a motherly tone "Someday, my little Tina, you might become a princess too!"

"Uh- Really? I can be a princess?" Tina asked, trying her best to not glance at the audience and keep her attention on her 'mother'.

Fennel's eyes began watering as if afraid to tell her daughter a harsh reality, she smiled as she said "That's right Tina." Fennel then planted as light kiss on Tina's forehead as she began singing "If you believe... You can become a pri-"

Interrupting Fennel's song was Clara wearing Bob's armor throwing herself through the cottage window. Of course, the armor was far, far bigger than she was, and had to have duct tape securing the pieces in place. The armor was also very heavy, and so she struggled to get off of the floor.

"Shit! Ernie, help her out, quick!" Zoey hissed.

With the help of Ernie, Clara would be able to stand without as many issues, save for how ungainly large it was on her.

"Wha- Oh," Clara cleared her throat and spoke in her usual monotone, but louder so the audience could hear her, "This isn't a fucking musical. Musicals are illegal now. I'm taking your baby as compensation and. Uh. Throwing her in a stew or something, fuck if I know. The princesses are cannibals or something." Clara awkwardly grabbed Tina from Fennel.

Fennel was stunned for a moment before trying to get up and rescue Tina, but Clara quickly delivered a powerful slap sending Fennel to the ground as she cried out in anquish. "MY LEGS! TINA, NO!"

Clara climbed back through the window as Tina flailed in her grasp. On the other side, Clara fell to the ground and dropped Tina beside her before standing up and saying, "I sure do love eating little kids, but not as much as the princesses." With that, Clara ran offstage from behind the wall that seperated the cottage from the previous castle-village scene to strip off the armor so Bob would be able to use it later.

Fennel lied on the floor crying for a moment before the scene changed once again. Tina realized she was supposed to be kidnapped, and quickly squirmed out of view before the audience could see her too much. She was back in her hiding spot "None of these fools even know the truth about the princesses... That or they don't even care. No matter, those two took everything I loved from me, and now..." Fennel's voice that had been so vile before suddenly paused as she pulled a map out of her worn dress as an evil smile drew across her face, she looked at the map before continuing, "...I'll take everything they love from them." Before going stage right out of the scene.

As she did, the lights dimmed, and the stage's curtains began to fade, as Ernie began to rapidly ready the set for Act 1, Scene 2, the props and backsets needed floating into place with haste, before the curtains pulled back again. The stage now depicted a dark swamp, fog spilling down off the stage as a single light shone down on Fennel.

Fennel limped onto the stage, approaching a pot that's boil increased as she drew ever nearer. She looked around for a moment before she spoke in a scared voice "H-Hello? I was told that-that you could-"

"Shut up," Clara interrupted, stirring the pot with a long, wooden spoon that she took out to bop Fennel on the head with, "I already know why you're here. You wish to destroy the kingdom of Zoebodia, correct?"

Fennel raised a finger as she tried to correct the witch "I- That's not the name of the kingdo-"

Clara quickly interrupted Fennel with another smack with her spoon. "Don't correct me, cunt. I was already preparing the spell for you." She dipped the spoon back into the pot to continue stirring.

"Wait, but... We've never met. How did you know I was coming here, or ... What I want?" Fennel asked, unsure of what she had gotten herself into.

"I'm a witch. Witches just know shit. Do you want a spell that will let you take away what Princess Zoey loves or not?" Clara asked, though it was hard to pick out any negative vibes when her normal voice was a constant monotone.

"Y-Yes, I do... Please." Fennel begged as her voice went from unurity to that of one seeking vengance.

Clara gave Fennel a nod before holding up her hand and twirling her index finger. "Excellent. First, turn around. I wasn't expecting you until a bit later, and uh, this part of the spell is secret. Witches' eyes only."

"Umm, okay... alright." Fennel added, she was somewhat confused that spell wasn't ready yet, but she complied and turned around wating for the witch to finish.

With Fennel's back turned, Clara briefly stepped offstage before pulling a bloodied blowup doll of Tina towards the pot, letting out a few quiet grunts of effort due to Ernie's filling of the dolls with blood and gore.

Fennel then spoke up, "Are... are your almost done?"

"Shut the fuck up before I smack you with my spoon and turn you into a frog or something. God damn, why are nonmagic assholes so impatient," Clara snapped, though it was less of a snap and more of a bored statement.

"S-Sorry!" Fennel replied as she covered her face with her arms.

Clara rolled her eyes (Not that the audience could see this, but it was in the script) before heaving the blowup doll up. After a few moments of maximum effort, she managed to dump the 'corpse' into the pot. However, some of the boiling water splashed onto herself.

Clara let out a squeak of pain before biting down hard on her bottom lip. "Okay," She spat out, shaking as she tried to keep from expressing how much pain she was in, "Alright, you can look now. Finished... The secret part."

Fennel then approched the pot and tried to peer onside, its contents began boiling into a red foam a red light shone upon her. "Whaagh! W-What's going on!?"

"Magic,nowshutupforasecond," Clara quickly said, still in pain from the boiling water. The stage darkened before all was bathed in red light. The branches of the swamp trees seemed to close in on the two as Clara began chanting in pained gibberish.

"U-Um... W-witch! I... I don't-" Fennel said as her expression carried a sense of regret.

As Fennel said her line, Clara took in a deep breath so she could interrupt her on time, "Holy fucking shit, I am literally in the middle of a call with Hell right now trying to get you a spell to- You know what? Fuck it. Fuck the demons and fuck you. You are so god damn impatient, fine. I’ll give you some random spell to- You know what? No, You’re getting cursed, cunt."

"W-wait! No, I'm sorry! Pl-" Fennel stammered before being hit with a spoon once again. Upon impact there was a flash of light, followed by what sounded like bones slowy breaking as everything went dark.

"Someone get me some cold water," Clara could be heard quietly whining.

In the dark, the scenes were quickly shifted into Scene 3's setting, another view of the same village as before, but this time with more housing on the stage and none blocking the audience's view.

Zoey and Ruby were in the center of the stage. Mary and Harper stood on either side of the two to guard them while the sisters designated as townspeople were gathered to watch.

Meanwhile, off-stage Brenan, grabbed a small green spray bottle and whispered "Clara, over here." Clara quickly ran over to Brendan. While her expression was deadpan, her entire body was shaking as she held her scalded arm and lifted her shirt to show her abdomen, which had also been splashed by boiling water.

"This is a burn heal, It should help, it's not really forumalted for humans but it should help until we can get something else on there." Brendan said as he sprayed the bottles green contents on Clara's burns. "How does that feel?"

Her shaking slowly came to a halt. "... Thank you, Brendan," She sighed, giving him a hug.

Brendan wrapped an arm around Clara, "Good job out there kid."

Back on stage, Ruby was speaking to her subjects, "And henceforth, cancer is now illegal! And being hungry! That's illegal too!"

The townsisters cheered almost too enthusiastically while some seemed unsure of how loud their cheering was supposed to be. However, they were quickly ushered off of the stage by Harper and Mary as the scenery shifted in front of the audience as Zoey and Ruby walked in place. They came to a stop upon completion of the transition.

"Did I do good?" Ruby asked, looking up to her sister for approval.

Zoey let out a modest laugh as she placed a hand on Ruby's shoulder. "You did great, Ruby. But you’re gonna have to live up to the whole ‘cancer’ thing being illegal, hunger too," She informed.

"What do you mean?"

"Welll, it’s not enough to just make cancer illegal. That won’t get rid of it," Zoey explained.

Ruby blinked. "Why?"

Zoey looked dumbfounded, stammering for a moment as she tried to explain, "Wha- Because… That’s… Because just because you make something illegal doesn’t mean it stops existing!"

"But how do I kill cancer!?" Ruby gasped overdramatically.

Zoey smiled and held up a finger, indicating for Ruby to wait a moment. She clapped her hands, and all of the stage lights turned off before being replaced by a lone, blue spotlight that shone down on the two. A circular table rotated and rose from a trap door between the two, upon it were books arranged in a circle.

"This... Since you are joining the Council of Princesses, you are granted one magic ability. You can choose any of the books you see here. They each contain a different ability or specific field of magic," Zoey declared mystically.

"I can choose any of them?" Ruby asked, looking at the different books.

"Well- Uh- No, not any any, but… There are bad ones like… This book here on curses, don’t choose that one. Just don’t choose the evil ones or you’ll probably get kicked out of the council," Zoey corrected herself.

Ruby walked around the table, looking at the books for a moment. She seemed to spot one she liked, and picked up a white book with green and blue accents. "This one! Healing magic!" She exclaimed.

"I knew y- The other one," Zoey hissed quietly.

"Wh- Oh- Uh- This one! Healing magic!" Ruby exclaimed as she set the book down and picked up the correct book, white with gold and red accents.

"I knew you'd pick that one- Well... Since you're getting rid of cancer, it makes sense anyway," Zoey remarked.

The lights returned to normal as the table lowered itself back under the trap door while Ruby held the book up in wonder. She lowered it back down, holding it normally as she looked to her sister and asked, "So, do I just read it?"

"Pretty much, yeah. I’d head to bed for tonight though. You’ll want to be well rested for when you read the book. It takes energy out of your body and refines it into magic as you read. Once you’re finished, you’ll be able to heal any illness or injury," Zoey replied with a warm smile.

Ruby let out another overdramatic gasp as she exclaimed, "Wow! Okay, okay! I’m gonna go to sleep! Um- Uh- I love you! Good night!" With that, Ruby ran off the stage.

Zoey laughed to herself, "I love you too, Ruby."

The spotlight darkens, and the scene shifts again, this time to a daintily-decorated bedroom, filled with stuffed animals and other things considered cute, and the hallway adjacent to it. In the bed was Ruby, rolling around in her bed and flailing her sheets. After a moment of this, she quickly sat up and cried out, "Ooooh! I can't sleep! I just can't! I'm too excited!"

With that, she leapt from her bed, tripped over a stuffed bunny, and fell flat on her face. She whimpered in pain for only a second before remembering she had a show to do. This was for Zoey! Smiling through the pain, Ruby sprung up and skipped to a desk where she began reading her book of healing magic, occasionally rubbing her bloody nose against her sleeve.

Fennel walked on stage covered in a cloak, her silloutte was hunched over adding to her intimidating appearence. She walked oiver and appoached a nearby guard that happened to be Harper.

"Halt! Who goes there!?" Harper barked, pointing her cardboard spear at Fennel.

“I’m here to see the princess.Step aside.” Fennel ordered in a gruff voice.

"Step aside!? Who do you think you are!?" Harper screamed far too aggressively.

Fennel removed her cloak reavealing her now-mutated form, her fur was messy, her eyes reflected light much like those of a wild animal, as she bore her jagged teeth and spoke once more "Step. Aside. Peasant." Fennel ordered again.

During the reveal, Harper was supposed to drop her spear, but realized she forgot to. She quickly threw her spear down, then tried to lunge for it.

Fennel then lashed at Harper sending her into the ground. Before she slowly opened the door and saw Ruby. "Oww.. You hit me way too hard," Harper whimpered. Fennel looked back not wanting to break character and responded with an almost venomous "Run."

Harper let out a quiet groan of pain. Meanwhile, Ruby let out an exaggerated yawn and remarked, "Oh, man! Zoey wasn’t kidding when she said this really takes the energy out of you, I mean, if some kind of monster were to attack me right now, I wouldn’t be able to defend myself at all with this lack of energy in me. Geez!"

Fennel walked into the room and glared at Ruby before knocking her to the floor., Fennel's mouth was foaming as she pounced on the doll that was Ruby's stunt double before piercing her teeth into the doll''s neck.

Ruby, he crawled under the bed after being knocked to the ground, looked on in horror. While she knew it was just a doll, it was still scary to watch a replica of herself be torn to shreds by her friend's teeth.

Fennel then pulled her head up ripping out the doll's throat as the fake blood splattered acorss the stage. The lights went dark, giving a traumatized Ruby to scamper offstage, snatching a stuffed fox at random on her way. While not as horrified as Ruby, the audience seemed equally shocked by just how graphic the display was in comparison to the crude humor of the rest of the play they had seen thus far.

The lights came back on to show the same bedroom, but with much of its furniture battered and stuffed animals torn to shreds. And, of course, there was blood everywhere surrounding the epicenter that was the unrecognizable corpse of Ruby's doll.

Zoey spoke to herself as she stepped onstage and into the hallway outside Ruby's bedroom, "I would have expected Ruby of all people to be awake by no-"

She froze, spotting some of the carnage from outside Ruby's room. She took a quick glance to Harper, who was still lying down on the ground, before bolting into the bedroom. She let out a horrified gasp and stumbled to her feet at the corpse of her beloved sister, beginning to cry. "No... N-No... Ruby.. Ruby... No... Please, no..." Her hands shook above the mangled corpse for a moment before she quickly took it into her arms, hugging it close and screaming out, "RUBY!"

Zoey's performance was surprisingly... Real. She wasn't kidding when she offhandedly mentioned how good of an actor she was.

"Princess!" Mary called out, bursting onto the scene, "I he-... Heard... Oh my god..." She took a few steps back, her heart wrenching a little at the sight of the corpse. She, of course, knew it was fake, but it was still disturbing to see her sister (Especially a sister she only recently stopped constantly berating) torn to shreds. There was a brief, almost awkward silence before Mary remembered she had more lines, "P-Princess... I-I... How did this.. This... I am so soryy, princess.. I-"

Zoey dropped the corpse, quickly turning to look up at Mary from the ground with fury. "Shut. Up," She growled.

"P-Pardon?" Mary blinked, taking a step back.

Zoey stood up, stomping past Mary as she seethed, "I said shut... Up. We need to find out who did this now. I don't have time for your bullshit self-important apologies."

"P-Princess, I'm... Sorry I failed my dut-"

"WHAT DID I JUST SAY!?" Zoey screamed, backhanding Mary and splattering fake blood all over her face, "Just- Go get my knight! NOW!"

"Ow- I- Y-Yes, princess!" Mary grimaced before running offstage. The stage went dark, and the audience was unsure of how to feel about the sudden change in tone.

The scene shifted quickly, changing from the bloodsoaked room to Zoey's throneroom, Zoey sitting upon the epynomous throne a few steps above the stage as a spotlight shined on her. By her side was a smaller, empty throne. Gathered before her her the townsisters, the castle staff, which were also her sisters but had yet to appear beforehand, and Fennel.

Mary and a disheveled Harper stood watch against a wall adjacent to Zoey, who was silent and solemn. "… I do not know if it was one of you who took our sweet, precious Ruby from this me… I would like to believe my subjects are not capable of such evil, to murder an innocent child and… Consume their flesh." Zoey spoke shakily, showing a mixture of suppressed misery and rage.

The crowd gathered before Zoey gasped and murmured to one another. Suddenly, everyone but Fennel paused as the lights went down and a single spotlight shone on Fennel to give her an aside to express her thoughts.

Fennel wearing her human disguise once again, looked up at Zoey and spoke in a tone that carried nothing but malice and hatred "I only did what you did, princess." How can you sit there and spout that crap knowing you took my Tina from me? AND ATE HER! You deserve this, hypocrite. You deserve every horrible thing coming your way. What I’d give to tell you how ‘sweet’ your sister tasted!" Fennel licked her lips as she delivered the last word of her line, as if trying to get just another taste of the kill.

The lighting returned to normal as Zoey declared, "Which is why, based on what my guard, Harper, told me, I am calling upon a knight of the Council of Princesses to handle this issue, to slay the filthy werewolf that stole Ruby from us. "

"Actually it was a werefox," Harper corrected, recieving a glare from most in the throne room, "Right... Not the time."

Zoey cleared her throat before continuing, "Yes. Not the time. As I said, I have called upon a knight from the Council to hunt this demon down."

The lights dimmed back to show Fennel's thoughts once more.

"None of your pathetic knights can beat me, whore! That witch didn’t give me a curse, this is a blessing! Nothing can stop me! What knight do you seriously think can sto-" Fennel mused with malicious grin, however, she was interrupted as the lights flashed back to their normal state.

The doors to the throne room burst open, a blaring light shining out as the muscle-bound knight walked through, his green armor covering everything... save for his chest.

"This is fucking embarassing," Bob murmured under his breath, keeping up his look of much bravado.

The townsisters gasped in awe, and their stares of admiration were a little too genuine as Zoey addressed them, "As I am sure you are all aware, my magic ability is bestowing blessings upon others. Bob here has been blessed with the ability to absorb power directly from the sun." With this, Zoey snapped her fingers.

From above Bob, a large boulder fell from seemingly nowhere. With a quick glance up at the falling rock, Bob punched the rock with his armored hand, shattering the boulder into pebble-sized pieces that fell behind the set and around him.

"Fuck." Fennel stated.

A few members of the audience couldn't help but 'Oooh' in surprise. These kids seemed pretty varied between poor and spectacular special effects.

"Fuck is right! Did you see that!? There could be a dragon in the kingdom and he would be able to take it down!" Maria exclaimed.

"Yeah… It’s great." Fennel added nervously as she tried to slip away.

Bob began to approach the throne, his stride ever so humble. He kneeled before the throne, and took off his helmet for just a moment, kissing Zoey's foot, as was customary for knights meeting those of the Council of Princesses.

"I am sorry I could not have been in your kingdom before now, Princess," Bob stated stoically, "But I will do everything in the sun's power to track down this vile werefox down and slay it in your name."

Zoey nodded down to Bob. "I expect nothing less from a knight of your caliber," She stated before her tone grew more furious as she spoke, " I want you to snap that monster’s neck, skin it, and bring it to me so I may wear its pelt until my death!"

Zoey's sisters exchanged glances, some of them more convincingly nervous than others.

Fennel swallowed the lump in her throat and looked around in fear and approached the gate to leave.

"Hold, peasant. Where do you think you're going?" Mary snapped, holding her spear towards Fennel.

before sqeaking "I just need some fresh air a-"


"Is there a problem?" Zoey asked. The room's focus shifted to Mary and Fennel.

Mary bowed before speaking, "This peasant was attempting to leave your summon early, princess."

"Hmph… Does our talk of avenging the death of my sister, your princess, bore you, peasant?" Zoey asked scornfully, glaring Fennel down from atop her throne.

"N-No, I just…" Fennel stammered as she slowly began backing up.

"You just what, hm? Spit it out!" Zoey demanded.

Fennel gripped her skull with her hands as she began growling, the sounds of bones breaking could be heard as she fell to the floor. Fennel began growling as she slowly undid the disguise. Her flatter human face slowly began stretching outward as her teeth became sharper an more elongated. Her ears began morphing into a triangular shape before reloacting themselves on top of her head. Fennel stood on her toes to give a more bestial digigrate apeparance as her tail began to form. Blood stained fur began to sprout from her skin as she stared up at the princess. As the transformation ended the growl the Fennel had been producing was replaced with a series out loud aggrestive barks.

Mary and Harper stumbled backwards, bumping into the wall before shakily raising their spears up in an attempt to threaten the beast before them.

Fennel apprached the two her tail swishing back and forth with sadistic pleasure as she snached the weapoms and bent them. She then bashed the girls over the head with their cardboard props, as she bore her large canines, she was the fox and this castle was her proverbial hen house.

Mary and Harper crumple to the ground, 'knocked out' after getting smacked with their 'metal' spears.

Fennel then ran off stage with Bob chasing as the lights darkened.

When the lights returned, the stage showed the village once more, but with wooden crates littering the street. Zoey and her underlings watched from the castle gate as Fennel jumped from crate to crate avoiding strikes from the solar powered knight. With each successive punch, slamming into each box and rendering them into splinters, the lights flashed, signifying the power of Bob and his connection to the sun.

"Give it up, demon!" Bob shouted angrily, smashing his fist into a box.

"NEVER! Not after your princess stole my daughter from me!" Fennel spat before swiping a clawed hand at Bob.

As the townspeople looked on in shock, Bob halted the strike against him, grabbing Fennel's clawed hand by the wrist. When she retaliated again with her other hand, he restrained that too in his iron grip, making it appear as if they were struggling. During this fight, Clara sneakily passed behind cottage after cottage, slowly making her way to the castle.

"Make this easy on yourself, monster," Bob spat, "and I promise to keep the princess from using your hide as toilet paper!"

Fennel looked at Bob as a smug grin drew across her face as she licked her lips. "I wonder if knights taste as good as Princesses," Fennel snarked before wrapping her jaws around Bob's neck causing the blood packets to splurt fake blood.

Bob the Knight let out a loud groan of pain, starting to fall over as Fennel gnawed brutally into his neck.

Fennel looked down at Bob with a predatory look before licking the blood of his neck, She opened her jaws once more as if to rip out his throat before Brendan appeared on stage. "I'll save you Bob! And then I'll finally become a squire! Parfait, Strangle!" Brendan ordered before Parfait complied with a "Sylveon!" as her Feelers wrapped around Fennel's neck, preventing her from delivering the final blow. Fennel tried to fight agaist the feelers but Parfait had over estimated how much pressure was needed leading Fennel to loose consiousness.

Zoey frantically sprinted to Bob's side. "Sir Bob! Will you be okay!?" She gasped.

"Y-Yes," Bob managed to mutter out as he tried to stand, "Yes... I just need.. a moment in the sun."

With a seeming uncertainty at its start, Bob yanked off first his helmet, then his armor's leggings, than the armplates until nothing but his swimming trunks remained.

The mighty knight strikes a pose as if a superhero, the spotlights intensifying upon him as the fake blood began to float around him, dripping off of him and away from him, before they returned to normal, forcing the knight to fall to one knee.

The audience was mixed. Some members seemed extremely thrilled by this turn of events, and others were absolutely disgusted.

"I..I am fine Princess... by your blessing," Bob replied in a strained tone, acting as though the act of regeneration took most of his strength.

Zoey smiled for a brief moment, though looking to the unconsious Fennel wiped it away. "That was too easy, but at least we'll be able to slaughter this thing already."

Bob slowly stood up, and nodded, "Indeed."

Bob raised a fist, ready to smash down upon the werefox below him, before he stopped, hesitating upon a thought. "...Princess?"

Zoey seemed taken aback by this hesitation. "Wh-What are you doing? Kill it already!" She demanded.

"Please," Bob begged, "bear with me for a moment... This... Creature... It transformed from one of your peasants, did it not?"

Zoey blinked, not seeing what Bob was getting at. "Well... Yes, of course. We all saw its transformation. What is your point and what does it have to do with not ripping that thing’s head off?" She questioned.

There was a brief moment of silence before Elizabeth gasped, remembering she had a line. "Yeah! I wanna see some violence! I’m gonna cook us some werefox stew tonight!" She exclaimed.

"If she we-"

"Though a roast would probably be better for something like this," Elizabeth remarked, quickly covering her mouth as Zoey glared at her for going off script.

"...If she were a peasant," Bob began again with his reasoning, taking a moment to assure there would be no more interruptions, "and can now transform into this monster... Would that not mean she has been cursed?"

Zoey, along with her sisters, collectively gasped. "Cursed!?" Zoey repeated, flabbergasted, " Bob, surely you… But… There is nobody capable of such a thing! That kind of magic was- was outlawed years ago!"

Bob stood up from his place about to smash Fennel and stared Zoey in the eyes, "Just because you make something illegal doesn’t mean it stops existing."

"But… The only person I know that is capable of such a thing is…" Zoey trailed off. Suddenly, the lights turned to a blood red as the townsisters screamed in fear, running away from the castle and offstage as Clara stepped out from the castle gates. With Ernie's help, the magic books from the circular table were floating around her, their pages flipping back and forth.

"Hello, Zoey," Clara greeted in monotone, "Get out of my kingdom."

"Your kingdom?!" Bob scoffed in a disgusted tone, "You witch!"

The Knight ran towards the Witch Clara as he finished his lines, his fists readied to strike her down. "Sir Bob! Wait! She-" Zoey started as Clara raised a hand towards the incoming Bob.

With Ernie's technical assistance, Bob stopped in mid-run, before being thrown back over Fennel and Zoey's heads, landing with a loud grunt.

"That fuckin' stings, agh," Bob groaned quietly a moment after impact with the stage.

"You’d expect the knights sent directly from the Council would be a bit smarter than that" Clara remarked as she lowered her hand, "Then again, this is the same Council that banished me." Rather than properly emphasizing the word 'banished' as a result of her monotone, Clara simply said that word louder than the rest.

"You..." Zoey gasped. She quickly glanced down to Fennel, then glared at Clara, "You did this! You cursed my subject! You... You killed my sister!"

"And you banished me. You and your Council of Princesses. Why? Because I chose the ‘wrong’ type of magic when nobody told me there was a wrong answer?" Clara retorted.

"That was a test you stupid bitch! To see if you’d choose something so unjustifiably evil for your magic as placing curses on people!" Zoey screamed.

"... Well, let's see how useful your 'blessings' are now, princess," Clara taunted as she raised her hand once more, "Come on, show me what you got. I have every single book of magic surrounding me right now save for your ‘blessings’."

Zoey's eyes darted between Clara and her books, her worried expression becoming one of determination. "No... You're missing another," Zoey countered as she placed her hands on Fennel's chest, clenching her hands and accidentally lightly squeezing a boob.

Fennel opened her eyes, a bit confused before taking notice of Zoey's grip. She froze, unsure of how to react she decided to ignore the act for now as not to kill the flow of the play.

"Oh? And what would that be?" Clara inquired.

"The book of Healing," Zoey declared, not noticing she was groping Fennel. The spotlights briefly blinded the audience before quickly shutting off. Then, a lone spotlight shone onto Zoey and Fennel.

"My subject..." Zoey said down to Fennel with remorse, "I don’t know the extent of what that witch has done to you… But, please… Trust me when I say that I… Especially my sister, Ruby… Have done nothing to harm you or… Your daughter… I bestow upon you the blessing to overcome that bitchiness the witch has engrained in your soul…"

The spotlight pulsated as Zoey shuddered, as if the energy was ripped out of her body and into Fennel.

"The blessing of purity..." Zoey continued, weakening as she was determined to confer the blessings she needed to, "The blessing... of power..."

Zoey looked as if she was undergoing an immense physical strain as she looked down upon Fennel, taking in a sharp, shuddering breath as she conferred the last blessing to Fennel, "... The blessing... that is..... your daughter." The spotlights quickly intensified into a blinding array before snapping back to normal as Zoey collapsed beside Fennel.

Fennel quicky reapplied the rune causing her to take upon a human appearence once again. Fennel rubbed her slightly bruised neck as coughed and tried to catch her breath before seeing Clara apprach them "You… It… It was you… Wasn’t it…" She weezed.

"Glad to see your intelligence didn't end up matching your appearance," Clara remarked, taking a jab at Fennel's previous, animalistic form, " Yes, it was me. I took your daughter, but I don’t feel like monologuing right now, I have a kingdom to run and a Council to destroy." She slowly began to raise her hand towards Fennel.

Fennel quickly jumped to her feet then delivered a backhanded slap to Clara's face. Clara, thanks to some Ernie-brand special effects, flew backwards and made impact with the castle wall, letting out a pained wheeze and coughing up fake blood.

"You. You bitch," Clara said, her pauses shorter than they should have been, "I'll just heal- Wait. No. Of course she took it..."

Fennel approached Clara and cracked her knuckles, and raised a fist prepariing to punch Clara.

However, before she could strike Clara, Fennel's fist was grabbed by the wrist by Bob, who had quickly rushed to stop her.

"Do not strike her down demo-" Bob stopped himself, before continuing, "Uh, whatever your name is. Do not strike the witch down."

"Right… Striking down in anger and all that…" Fennel stated as she looked at the ground shamefully.

In a quick blur of events, Clara was yanked through a panel in the background by Ernie, replaced by a Clara-sized doll within half a second, a moment before Bob slammed his fist into the doll's abdomen, causing a splurt of fake gore to flare out.

"No," Bob disagreed, "I just wanted to do it."

Out of nowhere for the scene's tone, Tina appeared from the side of the stage and waved her arms. "Hey, look at me! I'm not dead!" She exclaimed. With that, the lights went dark, and the curtains closed. It took the audience a moment to process what the hell just happened, before a good deal of them stood up and applauded. Whether or not they thought the production was actually good or they simply appreciated the effort of the children could not be determined.

"I think we're supposed to bow or something," Zoey said, quickly gesturing the cast of the play to come with her and stand outside the curtain.

Fennel then grabbed Bob and Zoey's hand to indicate to the rest of the crew they should do the same as they prepared to bow.

It was a bit awkward and fumbly at first, but soon enough, every member of the play was holding one anothers' hands and took a bow before the cheering audience.

Zoey gazed at the crowd with a wide smile and stars in her eyes. She glanced to Fennel and said, "Hey, Fen... Thanks for suggesting this... I guess I got a hobby."

Fennel smiled at the crowd, a close obeserver would notice that her disguise had oversized canines, before she responded "Good to hear." addressing certain events of the play would have to wait until later.

Brendan and Parfait seemed partiularlly comfortable obtaining praise, these weren't the crowds that followed challengers to his title of champion but it was a crowd none the less. Brendan let go of Clara's hand before heading back stage remove the less street clothes parts of his costume.

Then the world blew up. The end.

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Re: Dimensional Clash IX [IC]

Post by Lowfn on Sat Oct 13, 2018 9:56 pm

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As soon as Brendan let go of Clara, she threw up on the stage, having been unable to handle the speed at which she was replaced with a stunt double. She attempted to walk offstage, but fell onto the floor. From behind the stage, Ernie lifted her up, before bringing her back there, setting her down in a lawn chair, before a floating bottle of dramamine rose next to her, alongside a small cup of water.

"Take a drink, then administer yourself one pill," Ernie instructed as the admission stand's collection pot was lifted back from the admission stand and next to Ernie.

"Thanks, Ernie," Clara mumbled, taking the cup and the pill in her hands, "What does the pill do?"

"Dramamine; Negates the affects of motion sickness," Ernie informed, quickly sorting out the dollar bills and coins put into the pot into nice, organized stacks based upon value, "It will begin to take affect within a few minutes."

Brendan seeing that Clara wasn't feeling well went to check up on her, "Hey Clara? Are you feeling alright?"

"No," Clara answered honestly as she tossed the pill in her mouth and gulped down the water.

"Motion sickness?"

"Yeah, but Ernie got me some pill to help," Clara replied after swallowing the last gulp of water from her cup.

"How are those burns doing? I should have some Rawst Berries in my bag, those should help with the burns." Brendan asked.

"They're feeling better, thank you," Clara nodded, "I'll take those.. Berries."

Brendan then grabbed his bag and dug several of what appeared to be blue raspberries before handing them to Clara. "Just a warning they're bitter."

"That's fine," Clara stated, taking the berries and inspecting them for a second before popping them in her mouth.

"Okay let me know if you need anything." Brendan said before heading into the hotel to change to change into his regular clothes.

After finishing counting the money earned, Ernie turned to Clara, silent for a moment. "...Your performance was... Admirable." it quipped, the last part seeming quicker than the rest, before getting started cleaning up the set.

"Oh... Thank you," Clara blinked, "You did a good job too. I'm sure it must have been hard managing all of the special effects and transitions."

"There were moments of stress, but I am built to multitask, so an assignment like this was a most useful application of my skill," Ernie noted, "It has been the most strenuous task I have been assigned from Overseer Zoey. And for that, I am THANKFUL/GRATEFUL/HAPPY."

"Why do you do that sometimes?" Clara inquired.

"It is similar to your 'shorthand' writing style," Ernie explained, opening up a trashcan and allowing the splinters from the stage to funnel into it, "Speaking at once with three voice modules allows for a quicker expression of thought. It is more common for Benefactor and other proxies to speak in complete triple-tone when coordinating with one-another."

Clara thought for a moment. "That sounds really efficient," She remarked.

"Efficiency is key," Ernie noted, dumping the three used dolls into the trash can as well.

"Yeah, I agree," Clara nodded.

Fennel then turned to Zoey, "Zoey can I talk to you for a second... alone."

"Huh? Yeah, sure," Zoey smiled, shrugging and following Fennel, "Hey, I said it before, but I really wanna thank you for... All of this. I..." Zoey let out a sigh, "I was kinda... Bummed back in the hotel when you brought up hobbies, I'll admit it. But... Thanks to you, I have this."

"That's good to here that I could cheer you up." Fennel said as she took Zoey to a more secuded part of the parking lot

"I'm happy that I had to chance to help you find out a little bit more about yourself, but. if you touch my boobs again I will bite you." Fennel said, with her voice shifting from a friendly tone to more threatening.
Zoey squinted her eyes, her head turning a bit to the side as she looked up at Fennel. "... Are you coming on to me?" She questioned.

Fennel was not expecting this response. "No! I'm saying if you try getting to first base again, I will bite your hand. and it will hurt. because I have really sharp teeth." Fennel

"... Are you sure you're not coming on to me?" Zoey asked, "I dunno, I'm kinda liking where this is going. Also, when did I touch your boobs?"

"During the play, I woke up and the first thing I notice is you getting handsy, besides I don't swing that way." Fennel replied as she backed up.

"Oh... Woops," Zoey shrugged.

"Are you even going to appolgize?" Fennel asked.

Zoey blinked. "For what?"

"F-For groping me!" Fennel said flabergasted.

"Oh... Sorry?" Zoey apologized, unsure of what she was really apologizing for.

"Okay, I accept your apology." Fennel said before walking off, she was aware that Zoey didn't get the taboos involved, so that would have to suffice.

Fennel then approached Bob and tugged on one of the plates of his armor before asking "Do you think I was scary enough?"

"I... Think it was good," Bob admitted, omitting his opinion that it may have been a bit over the top for a play of that caliber.

Fennel then placed her ear over Bob's heart as she asked "Did I scare you?"

"What-? No," Bob shook his head with a laugh, "I mean, you might've scared the girls, but not me. I don't get scared."

Fennel looked at Ruby before flashing her teeth and saying "BOO!" before turning around again.

Ruby seemed to be staring at Fennel from a distance, clutching her new plushie close to her chest. The sudden 'boo' made Ruby scream in fear as she shrunk to the ground, covering her head with her arms.

Fennel only heard the scream, and hadn't realized they were those of genuine fear, as she stood on her toes and tried to give Bob a kiss, completely unware she had scared Ruby out of her wits.

Bob looked confused at Fennel, before back at Ruby in a bit of concern for the child. "I'm..." Bob pulled back, "Gonna go check on the girls."

Fennel turned around noticed that Ruby was huddled in fear, she headed over and asked "Ruby? Is everything alright?"

Ruby glanced up just a little to see how close Fennel had gotten. She stumbled backwards, trembling. "I-I... Yeah..." She managed to say.

Fennel appoached Ruby again and asked. "Are you sure? You look pretty spooked."

"I'm okay!" Ruby screamed, scrambling to her feet and running away from Fennel.

"Ruby you don't need to run! I'm not going to hurt you!" Fennel said as she began chasing the girl.

Ruby looked back only to see Fennel chasing her. She let out a mortified scream and shouted, "HELP!" out of instinctual fear.

Ernie rapidly bolted inbetween the gap between Fennel and Ruby, facing towards Fennel, before swiveling about to face his overseer. “Do you require assistance?” he asked, noting her expression of fear.

Ruby's lip trembled for a moment before she simply broke down into tears, crying into her stuffed animal as she flashbacked to the play, the scene where she hid under the bed.

Fennel tried to peek around Ernie as she said "Ruby, It's okay nonbody is going to hurt you."

Unfortunately, Ruby was too busy sobbing to listen or respond.

Ernie revolved around to face Fennel again, placing his bulk in the way of Fennel's view of the girl.

"Ernie can I just give her a hug? She's scared." Fennel requested as she tried to get around the robot once again.

"You are not authorized," Ernie stated, "Remain at your current distance."

"Why? I'm her friend." Fennel argued.

While Ernie was not keeping track of every moment of the play, the fact that Ruby had cried for help as Fennel ran after her made him suspicious. "Perhaps the cause of emotional distress is you."

"What are you talking about!?" Fennel asked her tone indicated she was upset by this accusation "She's never been afraid of me before."

"Yet, she screamed and ran from you. She called for help only when you chased. It is only rational to assume you are the prime cause," Ernie stated, "So please, remain where you are."

"Ruby? Are you afraid of me?" Fennel asked hoping that she wasn't the source of Ruby's distress.

Ruby slowly looked up at Fennel, still trembling. A part of her wanted to be honest and say 'yes' that she was afraid of Fennel, but despite how terrified she was... Fennel was still her friend, right? "N-No?" She spat out.

"See?! She's not afraid of me, Ernie!" Fennel proclaimed.

Ernie glanced back at Ruby, examining her expression for a moment, taking another moment to think, before turning back, swaying slightly to the side, its eyes fixated on Fennel, the entire benefactor swiveling as she moved to keep a straight line of sight on her.

"Hey, what's going on?" Zoey asked, approaching the scene, "Wh- Ruby? Are you alright?" Zoey quickly came to Ruby's side, kneeling down beside her sister.

"Ruby has experienced an emotional breakdown, initiated after she began to run from Fennel, and Fennel followed." Ernie explained.

"Wh- What did you do!? Is this because I grabbed your stupid boob!?" Zoey accused.

"What!? No! I said 'Boo' then she freaked out and why would I do something to Ruby for something you did?" Fennel responded.

"I don't know! I'm trying to figure out why my sister is- Screw this. Come on, Rub," Zoey spoke gently to Ruby, guiding her to her feet, "Let's.. Go to our room, okay?" Ruby clung to Zoey, stuffed animal still in one hand as the two walked.

Fennel tried to reach out to Ruby as they passed by.

Ruby shrank back, letting out a yelp. Zoey quickly turned and stared Fennel down with the most tame, yet simultaneously the most glaringly intense expression of anger she had donned yet. "Don't. Touch. My. Sister. Until I figure out what's going on, you stay away from her," Zoey snapped. There was no hint of immaturity in her tone of her typical fury. With that, Zoey walked away, supporting Ruby.

A saddened looked drew across Fennel's face as her ears dropped. "O-okay." Fennel said as she approached Bob once again. "Bob? A-are you scared of me?" She asked in a depressed tone.

"No, Fennel... What's wrong?" Bob asked, noting her saddened tone.

Fennel then placed her head agaist Bob's chest as she said "I-I think Ruby is afraid of me." Tears began rolling down her face, she was trying so hard to get along with these girls but everytime she messed it up.

Bob took a moment, wrapping an arm around Fennel and holding her tight and gently comforting her, "Hey, it's alright. It's gonna be okay, alright?"

"No, it's not!" Fennel said as her voice broke into uninteliigble blubbering. "I-I can't d-do anyt-thing right." Fennel lamented as her tears cut through her fur.

"I'm sure she can't stay scared of you forever, Fennel," Bob cooed, holding Fennel close.

"Do you even know how many children were scared of me in Varie, Bob? Do you?" The Laviturnian continued.

"I... No," Bob answered, "I don't, but this isn't Varie, Fennel. You have a close connection to Ruby. You gotta go to her and help her."

"Help her? I can't even go near her without her freaking out!" Fennel sobbed.

"...I'll talk to her," Bob tried to soothe Fennel, "I'll talk to her and see if I can see why she's scared. Alright?"

"O-okay." Fennel said as she wrapped her arms around Bob.

"It's gonna be okay," Bob comforted, returning the hug gently, "I promise."

"Pinkie promise?" Fennel asked.

"Of course," Bob nodded, looking down to Fennel as he pulled back from the hug, holding out his pinky.

Fennel then wrapped her own pinkie around Bob's before saying "Okay. I believe you."

Bob smiled as he lowered his head down to Fennel, giving her a kiss on the cheek, before walking towards the hotel, off to do as promised. He walked up to the girl's room and gently knocked.

Fennel herself had followed but decided to stay out of sight as she desperately wanted to know how to help.

"Who's there?" Zoey asked from within the room.

"It's Bob," the Doomguy answered, "I... came to talk to Ruby."

"Is Fen there?"

"No," Bob replied, unknowing of the Laviturnian's antics, "She's not with me."

The door opened for Bob as Zoey gestured him in. Ruby could be seen sitting cross-legged on a bed, staring down at her fox plushie with a small frown.

Bob hastily stepped in, a look of deep concern coming over his face as he walked over to the bed, kneeling down next to Ruby. "Hey," he said softly, "Are you alright?"

"... Mhm," Ruby hummed, lightly nodding her head.

"I know something's wrong, Ruby," Bob said gently, "You're scared... of Fennel, right?"

Fennel slowly approached the door and pressed an ear against it to listen to the conversation inside.

Ruby was hesitant to tell the truth, hugging her knees and the plushie. "Mhm," She reluctantly replied.

"I talked to her and..." Bob paused, "She's sorry. She's really sorry for scaring you."

Fennel meanwhile had taken to hugging her own knees, as she continued listening.

"... I know," Ruby murmured, "She.. She didn't mean to..."

"How did she scare you?" Bob asked, "...Was it in the play?"

Ruby's lip trembled as she squeaked out a pathetic, "Yes." Zoey sat down on the bed beside Ruby, wrapping an arm around behind her.

"Hey, it's okay," Bob tried to comfort, "It's gonna be alright. Me and Fennel don't want you to be scared, and she wants to help... Is that okay?"

"I don't want her to eat-" Ruby cut herself off as tears formed in her eyes. She knew Fennel wouldn't eat her, it was ridiculous, but she couldn't help being afraid after being so close To Fennel during that scene.

Did she think I was going to eat her? Fennel asked herself, she then looked down at herself. It's because I'm just a stupid animal. She thought as she curled up further.

"Fennel's not gonna eat you..." Bob tried to comfort, "She's not gonna do that... It was just part of the play."

"I know," Ruby began to cry into her knees, "I-I'm just being dumb."

"Wh- Rub, you're.. Not being dumb," Zoey tried to assure her younger sister.

Fennel looked down at her tail, another reminder that she wasn't like the others. She sniffled as she drew the rune on her arm once again causing her to take on a human appearence. It's probably best if I just stay like this, Fennel thought as she thought of going inside the room.

"No, no, no, you're not dumb," Bob reassured, "I get it, Ruby. The entire thing.. the doll and Fennel... it was a bit scary."

Ruby sniffled, unhugging her legs and looking down at her plushie. "I-I don't want to be scared," She stammered, trying to stop her tears, "I.. I like her."

Fennel eventually managed to work up the courage to stand up and knock on the door. "Can, I come in?" Fennel asked.

Zoey shook her head to Bob.

"Uh... Not right now, Fen," Bob answered back loud enough for Fennel to hear.

"Okay, I-I'll just be in your room." Fennel said as she started to walk off.

"Wait!" Ruby cried out. She didn't need to see Fennel to know that she must feel awful, "Please, let her in." It was better to be terrified than to make Fennel feel bad.

"Wait, Fennel!" Bob shouted back, rushing to open the door, "...Yeah, you can come in."

The human looking Fennel walked into the room and sat down next to Ruby. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

It took Ruby a moment to recognize Fennel before she quickly clung to her, wrapping both arms around the disguised fox and sobbing, "I'm sorry!"

Fennel wrapped her arms around Ruby before saying "No, it's all my fault." Fennel then noticed the fox plushie that Ruby had as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"No!" Ruby cried out, unable to say anything else as she sobbed into Fennel.

Fennel bit her bottom lip trying to hold in her own sobs before as she looked at the bedside lamp behind Ruby she noticed her own reflection in the curved metal of the fixture, a reflection that didn't match up with how she currently appeared, just another reminder of what Ruby was terrified of.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Bob reassured again, placing a hand on Ruby’s back, unsure what to do.

Fennel looked at her reflection for a moment longer before escaping Ruby’s embrace. “I need to go.” Fennel said before heading Into another room.

Ruby reached out for Fennel as she left before her arms went limp and her shoulders slumped down. Why did she have to get so scared because of that scene in the play? Just when she thought she was starting to not screw things up, she goes and makes her friend sad.

Fennel eventually wandered into Bob‘s room before going into the bathroom and staringing into the mirror loathingly.

”Fennel...” Bob muttered, looking to her as she left. He was put into a conflict; Either he would follow Fennel in her moment of unrest, or stay with Ruby in her distress. He took a moment to ponder silently, before standing and looking to Ruby with a sigh, “I’m sorry...” before walking quietly out and after Fennel.

Fennel placed her hands on the counter and signed as she watched Bob enter the room. Fennel looked at Bob in the mirror before closing the bathroom door. "Just... go away." Fennel said before sitting on the floor.

"Fennel, I promise you, she's going to be fine," Bob tried to assure his girlfriend of the situation.

"I'll just mess it up again so what does it matter!?" Fennel sobbed from behind the door.

"No, you won't, honey," Bob shushed, "She wants to be your friend again, Fennel! You just have to help her face her fear."

Fennel stood up, and opened the door as she gestured to the mirror, "How? By telling her that isn't going rip her throat out as she sleeps!?" She shouted.

"Yes! You have to show her that is just for the show!" Bob explained, "Just an act!"

"I'd just don't want to make things worse." Fennel said as the rune dispelled. She looked up a Bob for a moment before grabbing on to her arm, as she walked out of the bathroom.

Bob looked morose, unsure of what to do as he turned and sat on the bed with a sigh. It had been a strange turn of events to have come from that great finale, to this within the hour.

Fennel then sat down on the bed next to Bob, "I just don't know what to do." Fennel said in a somewhat depressed tone.

"Neither do I..." Bob mumbled, looking down at his feet from atop the bed, hands at his sides.

"Do you think I should go in there? I just don't want to set her off again." Fennel asked.

"...I think it's best if you don't, at least for tonight," Bob murmured, "Let her clear her head."

"Okay," Fennel said as she curled up on the bed.

"Hey," Bob spoke up, turning around to face Fennel, "Cheer up. Maybe it's just a passing thing. Maybe she'll get over it by tomorrow, see it as silly..." even though they were his own words, Bob didn't seem to have much faith in them.

"It can't be that easy." Fennel said as she noticed Bob's sweatshirt lying on the bed. "I just don't want to make anything worse than it already is." She muttered as she reached for the shirt.

"...I know," Bob muttered, rolling up into bed, "I just... I just don't know what to do."

Fennel then slipped Bob's sweatshirt on as she grabbed onto his arm and closed her eyes.

Then, the door slammed open with Clara coming into the room.

Fennel immedately opened her eyes and fell onto the floor what a flood. "Ahg!"

"Are you okay?" Clara asked.

Fennel rubbed her head as she said "Yeah."

"Alright. I'm gonna take a long shower, or a bath," Clara stated before walking into the bathroom. She was probably sore and exhausted after her exertion and pain during the play.

"Umm okay?" Fennel replied as she tried to climb back into the bed. She grabbed Bob's arm and closing her eyes againd

Eventually, Brendan wandered into the room and passed out on the empty bed.


The next moring, Fennel had not yet opened her eyes but she took in a deep breath through her nose and took note of the pleasant scent that was in the air. She opened her eyes and saw the back of Bob's head.

Clara slowly opened her eyes at around this time as well. After her long, pleasurable bath, she had slipped into bed with Brendan, and woke up to her limbs curled around him. As before when she woke up in this position, she saw no reason to get out of bed, simply enjoying it for the time being.

Brendan woke up and felt something wrapped around, him "Clara? is that you?" He was aware that it was Clara but had decided to to ask to be polite.

Reluctantly, Clara responded with a, "Yes," as she retracted her limbs.

"Were you cuddling me?" Brendan asked.

"Yeah," Clara responded as she rolled off of the bed and slowly standing up from the floor before stretching.

"Okay, then." Brendan stated in a confused tone as he got out of bed.

Meanwhile Fennel rubbed Bob's arm to try and wake him. "Good morning sunshine."

"Ugh..." Bob shifted and turned, slowly opening his eyes, "Oh... good morning, Fenny..."

"Fenny?" Fennel asked before touching her nose to Bob's "Boop."

"I dunno," Bob mumbled, "I just woke up."

"Looks like somebody doesn't wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed." Fennel commented before giving Bob a light peck.

Bob smiled with a groggy groan, "And I'm guessing you do?"

"I would be surprised if you woke up 'bushy tailed', Bob," Clara remarked as she walked around the room nude, trying to remember where she put her clothes.

“Ehh. It varies.” Fennel commended before rolling out of bed. A careful observation would reveal that her fur was particularly messy abd therefore she was not bushy tailed.

"Heh, you're right, Clara," Bob yawned as he sat up, "That would be surprising."

Fennrl then grabbed a brush that had been lying in the night stand and has taken to smoothing out her fur starting with her tail. “Do you think they’ll have the same breakfast as yesterday?” Fennel asked.

"Probably not, considering this is a different hotel," Clara stated as she finally found her undergarments.

“Which hotel is this again?” Fennel asked as she began brushing a pillow.

"I don't remember," Clara answered, "Bob?"

"I don't keep track of the hotel names," Bob meagerly shrugged as he got dressed, "I just know it's a different one."

Fennel yawned before wiping her eyes with the sleeves of Bob’s shirt. She then took hold of Bob‘s hand and said “Come on sweetie let’s go get some food.” before trying to guide him to the door. Fennel looked down remembering she was still wearing Bob’s shirt “Can I wear this just a little longer?” She asked, as she waited for Bob to finish changing.

“I don’t see why not,” Bob answered, slipping into actual jeans and out of his trunks, before turning back to Fennel with a smirk, “I don’t think it fits you though.”

“But it’s sooooo comfy.” Fennel continued as she rolled up the sleeves of the shirt, “It's not like you would take it from me. Or would you?” Fennel said as she placed a finger on her bottom lip.

“I’m not that heartless,” Bob laughed as he walked up, “Though... I dunno, maybe.”

Fennel then walked up the Bob and placed an ear to his chest. “I dunno, I think I hear something in there.” She added coyly.

“Bah, whatever,” Bob mused, “You know what I mean. I need caffeine before I can say something more coherent, so let’s hope this place has coffee.”

Fennel lightly pushed herself away from Bob before she opened the door for him, “After you sleeping beauty.” Fennel said with mischievous snicker.

"... That was weird," Clara remarked once Bob and Fennel had left the room

"Yeah, those two have been a bit distracted with each other for the last few days now." Brendan commented as he rubbed his eyes.

"As long as I'm not affected by it, I guess it doesn't matter," Clara said, slipping her shirt and pants on upon finding them under the bed.

Brendan then rolled out of bed, and streched before walking out the door.

“So,” Bob sighed as he and Fennel came to the Hotel’s cafe, “What’s on the menu?”

Fennel took a moment to look around the breakfast buffet, "Looks like nothing crazy, Hashbrowns, sausage, cereal, bagles, muffins, waffles. The usual." Fennel commented.

Zoey and Ruby were already gathered in the breakfast area. Before Ruby could catch a glimpse of Fennel, Zoey forcibly turned her head around and yelled, "Ruby, look at those oranges!"

"W-Wha? Zoey, why-"

"Just keep looking at the oranges, Ruby!" Zoey ordered.

"Oh, okay," Ruby nodded obediently.

Bob would have said hello and good morning to the girls, but that would have caught the attention of Ruby, and he wasn’t sure if she’d gotten any better.

Fennel, seeing Ruby, quickly grabbed a bagel and went to hide behind Bob, hoping that she wouldn't cause another incident.

Without a word, Bob walked up to the gallery of breakfast foods and chose a plastic cup of cereal, something he could eat somewhere else with Fennel.

Fennel meanwhile simply tried to stay hidden behind Bob, at some point she had pressed her ears against her head to keep a low profile.

"Can I stop looking at the oranges?" Ruby asked.

"Uhhhhh.." Zoey looked over at Bob and Fennel, waving them away.

Fennel grabbed on to Bob's arm before taking a slighty crouch to appear even smaller to reduce the odds of Ruby seeing her.

Bob, with Fennel in sneaking tandem behind him, began to make their way out of the room.

Fennel stopped hiding behind Bob as soon as Ruby was out of sight. She looked at the bagel she had grabbed and took a bite out of it, she would have prefered to get more but it wasn't worth scaring Ruby.

"Okay, yeah, you can stop looking at the oranges now," Zoey nodded.

"... Why did I have to stare at a bowl of oranges?" Ruby asked.

"Uh.. Vitamins," Zoey answered before taking a sip of her latte.

Bob opened his cup of cereal, something like Cheerios, taking a plastic spoon and beginning to dig into the dry cereal. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “I forgot they’d be...”

"... It's fine," Fennel said before taking another bite of her bagel. "I just don't want to scare her." Fennel's ears drooped lower only adding it the saddened expression that drew across her face.

Bob swallowed his dry food, setting it down on a nearby desk as he replied, “Hey, don’t look so down. It’s a new day; I’m sure it’ll be a better one, too.”

Fennel sniffed slightly as she said "O-okay." She then took another bite of the breakfast item before her stomach made an audible growl.

"Are you two hiding from someone?" Clara asked, on her way to the breakfast area.

"Ruby." Fennel stated bluntly.


"I scared her pretty bad the other day." Fennel clarified as her ears drooped once again.

"How?" Clara asked, irritated that she had to ask so many questions to get the full story.

"During the play, I think she's afraid I'm going to eat her or something."

"Oh... Yeah, I guess that makes sense," Clara stated, pausing for a moment, "I'm guessing Zoey must have been pissed off about that, but she could probably help with getting Ruby unscared."

"I'm just afraid I'm going to make things worse." Fennel added as she shrunk behind Bob.

"Not doing anything won't make things better either," Clara retorted in monotone before her hungry tummy pulled her away from the conversation.

Fennel sighed before turning around to head back to the room containing the rest of the girls. As she peered around the corner she noticed Zoey. "PSST! Zoey!" Fennel called hoping to get the younger girl's attention.

"Who- Uh.. Ruby, stay here. Talk to Lizagna," Zoey ordered before walking around the corner to talk to Fennel, "What's up, Latte?"

"Latte?" Fennel asked, distracted by the new nickname.

"Yeah, you look like a latte, see?" Zoey pointed down at her own latte.

"Oh, I guess you're right... Do you know how I can help Ruby be not afraid of me?" Fennel continued.

Zoey let out a sigh. "Yeah, I've been coming up with a plan I was gonna run by you later. Ruby had a nightmare last night," She muttered.

Fennel looked down "Oh..."

“That’s not good,” Bob mused from behind Fennel, “I don’t want that to keep going.”

"Can I talk to her now or would that be a bad idea?"

"Eeehhhh... I dunno... But! I know just how to snap her out of this," Zoey proclaimed.

"How?" Fennel asked.

"We put you in danger of getting killed, then Ruby saves your life. I saw something like it in a cartoon," Zoey explained.

"Zoey... I don't think it works like that." Fennel commented.

"Yeah, yeah, she'll be so worried about you dying and saving your life, that she won't even be thinking about how scared she is of you. Then, once she calms down, it's like... How can you be that scary if she saved your life?"

"Okay but I don't really think that addresses that she thinks I'm going to tear her throat out." Fennel added.

"Bah, you just gotta get hurt a little bit," Zoey waved away the notion, "It'll work. Who would know Ruby better than me, right?"

"What are you thinking?" Fennel asked.

"Uhhhh... I dunno, I really just got the.. Concept, but.. Not actually what we would do," Zoey admitted, "But we gotta make sure nobody else is around, that way she won't try to rely on Bob saving you or anything."

"Do you think I could just try and show I'm not going to kill her like a chicken or something," Fennel inquired.

"... No. Think of her fear as like a big fat guy. That chicken shit is like just poking him, but my plan is beating the absolute shit out of him," Zoey answered, "Plus, my plan is a lot more fun."

"What are you gonna do? Have Ernie shoot at me?" Fennel said as she looked at Zoey in a suspicious manner.

"No! Then she'd be scared of Ernie and we'd have to do this all over with him as the victim!" Zoey facepalmed.

Perhaps... I may help arrange something? I happen to know a less-than-stellar fiend who would be the perfect choice.

"Hold up, wizard chat," Zoey held up a hand to Fennel and Bob, "Is it a guy that Ruby could handle? Like, not a super mind wizard or something?"

“Wait you have a wizard in your head too?” Fennel asked.

He’s not too fond of the arts, save for his use on the deceased. Says it’s “cheating”. The most he’ll bring out is a fancy sword or a pistol. He doesn’t do heavy things.

"Heavy things? What do you mean, like big guns and stuff?"

Precisely. So you can trust he won’t be too much of an effort.

"And like... He won't shoot Latte in the head, will he?"

Of course not. He’d probably like her face too much.

"... Are you saying he'll hit on her?"

As much as he can mix hitting on her and attempting to kill her, yes.

"And is he easy to kill? Like would a shotgun take care of him pretty easy?"

He’d be brought down by that, I would assume.

"Awesome, how soon can you bring him here?"

It’d more depend on how long it takes him to take the bait, but I’d say about half a day.

"Thanks," Zoey nodded before lowering her hand, "Alright, some evil dude is gonna come later today that Ruby should be able to handle, we just gotta make sure nobody else is around when that happens but you, her, and the evil guy."

“...I’m gonna have to repeat what Fennel said,” Bob blinked, “You got a weird alien thing in your head too?”

“What did I just sign up for?” Fennel asked.

Zoey ignored both of them. "I'm gonna give Ruby my shotgun on the bus just so she can 'hold it', that way she's ready for the evil guy," Zoey affirmed before heading back to the breakfast area, sure that Ruby was eagerly awaiting her return.

Fennel’s stomach growled once again, this time it was loud enough to be heard by those nearby.

Bob looked at Fennel, before handing her his cereal. “Here,” he insisted”

“Thanks.” Fennel said as she took the cup of cereal and headed back to her room. Bob followed as well.

upon entering the room, Fennel sat on the bed and began eating the cereal. “I hope Zoey’s plan works.”

”I’m not too sure that letting bad guys close to the girls and you is gonna be the best idea,” Bob worried.

“Do you think we can talk her out of it.?”

“That’s the part that worries me the most; We probably can’t.”

“So you think you got enough firepower Incase things go south?”

“I doubt I’ll ever not have enough,” Bob regarded, “I have, like, a ridiculously large arsenal.”

“Just be ready then.” fennel said before finishing her cereal.

“Don’t you worry,” Bob nodded, “I’ll be ready.”


“Hey Brendan,” Bob asked as he got back into the bus, “I think I’ll take up your offer for that pokeman driver. I’m really not in the mood today to drive.”

“Smooth.” Brendan said before sliding into the drivers seat as Poryswan and Allen possessed the bus.

”Thanks, Bread,” Bob thanked as he walked back and found a seat.

"Poryswan, I need you to set the GPS to go here." Brendan said as he pointed to a city a few hundred miles away on a map. He then placed his hands on the orange steering wheel, to take control of more precise movements and he backed the bus out of the parking lot.

Meanwhile Fennel gave Bob a small wave, pointing out where she was on the bus. Bob nodded, but kept his seat, wanting to hopefully get a chance to talk with Zoey and Ruby before the 'plan' was put into motion.

Zoey and Ruby sat nearby, chatting to one another about Zoey's shotgun. "But yeah," Zoey went on, "I'm getting kinda tired of carrying it around on my back all the time, so I was hoping you could hold onto it for a bit."

"Of course!" Ruby exclaimed, snatching the shotgun, despite it being on the side of the seat and not actually on Zoey's back. It seemed she was just happy to not only help Zoey, but to hold her shotgun.

"Oh, hey," Bob noted, "That's one of my favorites. You know how to use it?"

"Mhm! You aim at something, pump the thingy, and squeeze the trigger!" Ruby exclaimed, not demonstrating for obvious reasons.

"Well, there's a bit more," Bob chuckled, "You gotta make sure the safety's not on, or else whatever you're wanting to shoot is gonna stay unshot."

"... Where's that?" Ruby looked around the shotgun, careful to not inadvertently point it at anyone as she searched for the safety.

"Right there," Bob said, pointed to a small button on the gun, "Looks like it's on right now."

"Hey, don't shoot the bus! Allen's in there." Brendan called out.

"Why would I shoot the bus?" Ruby questioned, "I'm not that dumb."

"It's a warning. Don't take it personally," Brendan said "Also if Allen gets shot this the bus is gonna crash."

Ruby frowned, keeping the safety on as she didn't want one of her mistakes to cost another life.

Brendan was able to turn around thanks the the fact that the bus was practically driving the bus. "Ruby, I didn't mean it like that. It's just a reminder, I would have said it for anyone."

"... Bread's just dumb. You're not gonna shoot the bus or anything," Zoey assured, turning the safety off of the shotgun for Ruby, "See? As long as you don't squeeze the trigger or.. Hit it against something really hard, it won't shoot."

Ruby nodded and kept an iron grip on the firearm as to not drop it.

Fennel then gave Bob another wave, hoping it would be enough to call him over this time.

Bob finally caved in, making his way back to sit next to Fennel, “Hey, just needed to make sure everything was gonna go good.”

"Oh, okay then, honey." Fennel replied, before her tail began wagging rather quickly. It was rather obvious that Fennel wanted Bob's undivided attention.

“Man, you sure are wagging...” Bob mentioned quietly.

"What?" Fennel asked as her tail began tapping Bob.

“Your tail, it’s, uh... moving.”

"Oh!" Fennel said as she tried to grab the appenage, missing on several attempts before finally grasping it. "Sorry about that."

“It’s fine,” Bob said, “Thought it was kind of cute, to be honest.”

"Really?" Fennel said as she placed her tial on her lap. She then got out a brush and began brushing her tail. "So they know what to do right?"

“Yeah, Ruby’s got the basics of a gun down,” Bob nodded.

"That's...good." Fennel stated, as she make few strokes through her fur with the brush.

”Now we just have to hope that guy’s gonna show up,” Bob thought aloud.

"So what are we supposed to do?" Fennel asked.

“I... guess I have to do something away from you and Ruby,” Bob shrugged, “Other than that... I’m not sure.”

"Okay. I'm sure we can think of..." Fennel stopped for a moment "... can you hold this for a moment." Fennel then handed the brush to Bob, before she began rummaging through the bag she had placed in her cloak and began looking through the bag.

“I... sure,” Bob agreed, holding the brush awkwardly for a moment, then to Fennel’s tail, before asking, “Hey Fen... mind if I keep brushing?”

Fennel was somewhat distracted as she pulled the tome out of her bag, as she sat back up her tail flipped onto Bob's lap.

In the absence of a no, Bob gently took Fennel’s tail in his grasp and slowly brushed through it as lightly as he could.

As Fennel sat up she stiffened as she let out a soft gasp.

Bob stopped his brushing and looked to Fennel.

"Lower." Fennel said still unable to really move.

Slowy, Bob understood and began to brush down towards the base of the tail, not sure if this were some sensual thing for her or not.

"Tt-Thhe oo-thther wa-way." Fennel choked out.

“You okay?” Bob asked as he did as demanded from Fennel, brushing the other way.

"Sensitive." Fennel muttered as she loosened up.

Ahh,” Bob smirked, looking up and down the tail with a contained chuckle, “So If I go down further, it feels good? Like your ears?”

"N-no." Fennel lied, hoping that Bob would drop the subject.

Seeing that Fennel wanted to drop the subject with her lie, he did so, “Alright, fair enough. Just brush the tip. Got it.”

Fennel then snatched her tail from Bob, "Stop trying to get so handsy." Fennel remarked as she pressed her tailed against herself."

“Handsy? I- ooooooh.” Bob realized how Fennel treated tail-touching. He sat the brush down between them and looked ahead, blushing, “Sorry. I... didn’t know it was like that.”

Meanwhile, Clara was stealthily (Stealthily from Bob and Fennel's perspective at least) recording the interaction with her camera from the other side of the bus.

Fennel moved her tail a little bit farther away, and ordered "Not above half way."

“Alright, alright, that’s fair,” Bob agreed, “Any further's like... touching your butt or something, right?”

"Yes." Fennel replied as she tried scooting closer to the window.

Bob let out a quiet sigh, looking out ahead of the bus, thinking of how stupid he looked doing that.

"... You.... didn't know." Fennel commented as she let go of her tail and started brushing it again.

"This is funny," Clara said to Brendan, staring at the screen on her camera.

"What's funny?" Brendan asked.

Clara retracted the camera and fiddled around with some settings on the touchscreen. "Mmm.. Audio.. Increase... Filter.." She mumbled before then turning the screen to Brendan, replaying the entire tail brushing scene with enhanced audio to allow them to hear the conversation.

"Oh yeah that makes alot of sense. I mean like if I had a tail i wouldn't like people just grabbing it." Brendan commented.

"I wouldn't mind as long as they didn't tug too hard," Clara stated before returning to recording the two lovebirds.

Fennel looked at Bob for a moment before tapping his face with her ears again, as she did this she closed her eyes and puckered her lips and looked upwards.

Bob looked to Fennel, not sure what she wanted for a moment, before realizing she wanted a kiss and, with an embarrassed look, kissed her on the lips. He wasn’t sure what else to do.

Fennel opened her eyes, Did that acctually work? She thought, Was it really that easy?

Bob pulled back, looking off in the other direction, his face turning red.

Fennel looked at Bob, one ear fell to the side and she tilted her head, "Huh?"

“It’s nothing, I just...” Bob scratched his shoulder, “That’s the first real kiss I’ve had in a long time.”

Fennel placed her hands over her mouth as she asked "Really?"

Bob nodded, still embarrassed. “Like I’ve said, I’ve been in Hell a while.”

"Oh, right." Fennel said as she rested her head on Bob's shoulder.

"Looks like Bob got his first kiss," Clara murmured, "Or, well, his first kiss in a 'long time'."

Fennel's ears twitched towards Clara as she glared at the girl, as if to ask Do you mind?

"... Shit. She saw me," Clara muttered, lowering the camera and sitting back in her seat normally, "... I wonder how Ernie's doing on the roof."

"It's not polite to spy, Clara." Brendan commented.

"I know," Clara stated.

Ernie’s visage appeared in the window next to Clara. “I am in optimal conditions in my current seating. Your consideration of my seating is noted.

"Oh, hey, Ernie," Clara said blankly, "You're not sitting though."

I am currently responding to you, this is why I am not in a ‘sitting’ position,” Ernie blankly stated.

"But you said 'current' seating while you weren't sitting," Clara responded. While she was trying to make a cheeky comment, her monotone made it come across as a serious evaluation of Ernie's speech.

...Joke acknowledged,” the Benefactor finally took note of the humour in her words.

Clara was caught by mild surprise. While she was making a joke, she had gotten used to her jokes not landing with others because of her monotone. "Thank you," She responded after a moment of consideration.

Acknowledged.” Ernie replied, before levitating back onto the top of the bus, laying himself back down and keeping himself stuck to the roof.

Fennel then looked up at Bob, and handed him the brush and grabbed onto her tail and said "...you can brush it if you want."

Bob slowly took the brush in hand, and gently began to brush from the tip down.

Fennel looked at Bob, "Bob, you're doing it wrong. That's backwards."

“Oh,” Bob looked at the tail for a moment, feeling dumb, before brushing back towards the tip.

"You can start here." Fennel said as she pointed just infront of her hand that was on her tail.

“A-alright,” Bob nodded, stroking further down.

"Yeah, like that," Fennel commented. "It's kind of like a limb, so it's less less sensative farther down, It's kind of like grabbing my forearm."

“Huh...” Bob listened, continuing to brush her tail as instructed.

"So... How did you sleep?" Fennel asked, not sure what else to say.

“I slept... okay,” Bob answered, “You?”

"Good." Fennel awkwardly added.

“...That’s good,” Bob replied, unsure what else to say.

"Brendan. I'm bored," Clara stated, "Nobody is doing anything worth spying on."

Brenan then grabbed his Vs Recorder and handed it to Clara, "There's probably some videos you can watch on this until we get a chance to stop. It's mostly some battle footage. I'm sure you can analyize something out there."

"... You know me too well," Clara remarked as she took the recorder, "Thank you."

"No problem." Brendan replied.

If you are ‘bored’ further,” Ernie began, appearing in the window again as his second eye popped off, before beginning to float back up to his seat, “My records and data, including ambient observations of civilized and uncivilized species, may prove a use of time, if not an entertaining use of time.

"Oh... Thanks, Ernie," Clara blinked. She had to admit, Ernie's data sounded a lot more enticing than Brendan's recordings of battles. She handed Brendan's Vs Recorder back to him, "Thanks again, Brendan, but I'm more curious about Ernie's videos... No offense."

"Okay. None taken." Brendan replied.

Claea eagerly (Or as eager as Clara could appear) looked through the countless selections of videos, settling on one at random and furiously scribbling in her notebook just a few seconds in. While it wasn't information related to the Hold in any way, it was worth archiving nonetheless.

Then the world blew up. The end.

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