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rocketmce
Sentient horror game
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"Say... what are the odds of all this just… blowing over?" Taylor asked as she walked through the city streets, admiring Parian's handiwork. The girl had been busy during her duel with Ubermensch, and from the massive number of corpses littering the street, Taylor was willing to bet good money that the Nazi fucks had gotten more than they'd bargained for. The sounds of gunfire throughout the city notwithstanding, she figured that she could call it a good day.
"I mean… it might? Maybe?"
[No]
"Queenie, that's… not exactly encouraging."
[Conflict exaggerated beyond normal parameters, drastic action warranted by outside forces. Ideal for the cycle. Dangerous for Taylor… mitigation of danger the priority]
Taylor blinked, "That's… sweet of you…?"
"Tay-Tay, be nice to your sister."
"Again, I'm confused as to what you're talking about… and, wait, hold on a minute, if Queenie is my sister in this analogy, doesn't that make you my dad? You do know I already have a dad, right?" she asked.
"Tay-Tay, you're biological father has never said, to my knowledge, that he is not gay. Therefore I am leaving open the possibility-"
"Ew! No, fuck! Too much information Alucard!"
"I mean, I'm a voice in your head, so I very much doubt any fucking would actually happen…"
[TMI]
"Thank you, Queenie…" Taylor muttered, continuing forward while trying to bleach her brain of the recent conversation. She found that several buildings were almost in ruins, some of them looking like a train had seemingly run into them… only to pull out and ram into another building. She recognized a bit of collateral damage from Parian's abilities, but she was still unable to locate Parian herself.
She found an alley that looked more destroyed than the rest; in fact, she ended up having to teleport onto the roof in order to get around it, given the damage. When she looked on the other side of the alley, however…
"Shit!" She yelled, immediately teleporting down to the bleeding body of Parian. The girl was lying on the ground, a growing patch of red visible on her outfit.
"Shit, fuck, Parian, listen to me! Don't fall asleep, ok!?" She ordered, grabbing the rogues shoulder with one hand while she tried to put pressure on the bullet wound in her chest.
"T… Taylor…?" Parian said, her voice quiet, almost a whisper, only for a violent cough to interrupt her, the cloth mask over her mouth getting stained red.
"Don't talk! Fuck! Queenie, do we have anything? Any healing powers!?" Taylor shouted, trying to stem the bleeding on the outside, still panicking.
She was used to causing death, not preventing it! Taylor was panicking, and from the frantic emotions running through her head, Queenie was as well. She could practically feel the eldritch entity in her head cycling through powers, combinations of powers, and anything that might work in order to save Parian's life.
"Tay… this is one of those few times that being a vampire-"
"Shut the fuck up, Alucard! It's damn hypocritical of me, but I'm not going to let someone whose life I've already saved die while I still have a chance!" Taylor all but shouted, "Queenie, do we have anything!?"
[Fluid control: negative. Heat sink: negative. Matter reorganization: negative.]
Taylor cursed again, "Parian, listen to me, I'm going to try and carry you, okay? Panacea- she's a healer, right? We can find her, fix this-"
Taylor stopped when she felt something grip her hand. It wasn't a strong grip, in fact, she barely felt it at all, but when she looked she saw Parian's strings wrapping around Taylor's hand, the threads looking as if they were fraying at the edges.
"Taylor… you're here…" Parian muttered, her voice weak and rasped.
"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, okay? We can fix this, you're not dying on me, got it?" Taylor ordered.
[Bacteria cycle: negative. Antimatter manipulation: negative. Dimensional shift: negative.]
"Tay… it's okay… I'm-" she coughed again, her mask being stained even further red, "it's okay… we're capes, it's… it's normal…"
Taylor began to feel her cheeks get wet, "Parian. You are not going to die here, alright? You're going to build your boutique back up, and you're going to make me a damn good looking suit, you hear me? Mine's getting worn out as it is..."
"It doesn't matter, Taylor. We're vampires. It doesn't matter if she dies now, or sixty years from now. You'll outlive her. You'll outlive everyone. You're a monster, now, and all you can do-"
"Shut. The fuck. Up! I'm a monster, so fucking what!?"
She felt her mist extending, taking shape in front of her as Alucard used her projection power to give himself a body like he had a handful of times before. Taylor looked up at him, at his pale, uncaring face.
"Monsters don't get happy endings, Taylor. None of us do. You can't even turn her into a monster yourself, the rules won't allow for it. Even if she was a virgin, both of you are women. The original Carmilla, the one whom you named yourself after learned that the hard way." He chuckled slightly, "I suppose that might've been why she was such a bitch."
[Hydro manipulation: negative. Dimensional projection: negative. Host projection: negat- [ERROR] new data acquired. Administrative projection: plausible.]
Taylor shot up, "Queenie! You got something!?"
Alucard's brow raised, but he remained quiet.
[Administrative projection: [SHARD] avatar projected in [HOST] dimension. Rules of out of context data scenario: vampire conversion required virgin of the opposite gender. Proposal: Queen Devourer outside of gender standard, propose conversion of [HOST] Parian.]
Taylor's eyes widened as she jumped to her feet, "Would that work!?" she looked to Alucard, noticing that his own eyes were wide.
He blinked. Then he laughed, a dark, full laugh, "That might actually work!" He said, "Well then, let's break the rules, shall we?"
Taylor grinned, "Queenie?"
[Initiating Administrative projection.]
Taylor felt as if her breath had been knocked out of her, as the black mist began flowing off of her in the same way as it had when Alucard had formed his own body. Instead of it coalescing into another person, however, the mist began changing color, and Taylor found that, despite her own abilities, she found the shape the mist was taking to be harder to look at than normal.
The mist became a warping, roiling red that seemed to change in shape and size with no rhyme or reason. After less than a minute, though, it finally formed into a recognizable shape. Taylor's eyes went wide as she looked at the shape that her power took.
In a way, it looked just like her. It had her body, her hair, and her outfit, but that was where the similarities ended. Her eyes were heterochromatic, with one of them being completely black, while the other glowed a bright red, much like the eye of the Endbringer she'd just killed had. Her hair seemed to float and writhe in unnatural ways, never seeming to remain still, as if it was floating in zero gravity. On her back, however, was perhaps one of the most defining features. Five wings, two coming out of the left side of her back and three on her right, the same pale white of the Simurgh. Red mist flowed off of her from every part of her body, giving her a ghostly, wraith-like appearance.
Queen Devourer stepped forward out of the mist, toward Parian. She kneeled next to her opposite Taylor, looking down at her. Parian, almost unconscious from blood loss, could only look up at the eldritch being before her, unable to speak or understand what she was looking at. Taylor smiled, "Heh, Alucard?" she asked, looking up to her mentor, even as he looked at the scene unfolding before him, "Fuck not getting happy endings."
Queen Devourer reached down, pulling the collar of Parian's costume out of the way as she lowered her mouth to her neck, sinking her fangs into Parian's dark-skinned neck.
[-----]
AN: Ye.
"I mean… it might? Maybe?"
[No]
"Queenie, that's… not exactly encouraging."
[Conflict exaggerated beyond normal parameters, drastic action warranted by outside forces. Ideal for the cycle. Dangerous for Taylor… mitigation of danger the priority]
Taylor blinked, "That's… sweet of you…?"
"Tay-Tay, be nice to your sister."
"Again, I'm confused as to what you're talking about… and, wait, hold on a minute, if Queenie is my sister in this analogy, doesn't that make you my dad? You do know I already have a dad, right?" she asked.
"Tay-Tay, you're biological father has never said, to my knowledge, that he is not gay. Therefore I am leaving open the possibility-"
"Ew! No, fuck! Too much information Alucard!"
"I mean, I'm a voice in your head, so I very much doubt any fucking would actually happen…"
[TMI]
"Thank you, Queenie…" Taylor muttered, continuing forward while trying to bleach her brain of the recent conversation. She found that several buildings were almost in ruins, some of them looking like a train had seemingly run into them… only to pull out and ram into another building. She recognized a bit of collateral damage from Parian's abilities, but she was still unable to locate Parian herself.
She found an alley that looked more destroyed than the rest; in fact, she ended up having to teleport onto the roof in order to get around it, given the damage. When she looked on the other side of the alley, however…
"Shit!" She yelled, immediately teleporting down to the bleeding body of Parian. The girl was lying on the ground, a growing patch of red visible on her outfit.
"Shit, fuck, Parian, listen to me! Don't fall asleep, ok!?" She ordered, grabbing the rogues shoulder with one hand while she tried to put pressure on the bullet wound in her chest.
"T… Taylor…?" Parian said, her voice quiet, almost a whisper, only for a violent cough to interrupt her, the cloth mask over her mouth getting stained red.
"Don't talk! Fuck! Queenie, do we have anything? Any healing powers!?" Taylor shouted, trying to stem the bleeding on the outside, still panicking.
She was used to causing death, not preventing it! Taylor was panicking, and from the frantic emotions running through her head, Queenie was as well. She could practically feel the eldritch entity in her head cycling through powers, combinations of powers, and anything that might work in order to save Parian's life.
"Tay… this is one of those few times that being a vampire-"
"Shut the fuck up, Alucard! It's damn hypocritical of me, but I'm not going to let someone whose life I've already saved die while I still have a chance!" Taylor all but shouted, "Queenie, do we have anything!?"
[Fluid control: negative. Heat sink: negative. Matter reorganization: negative.]
Taylor cursed again, "Parian, listen to me, I'm going to try and carry you, okay? Panacea- she's a healer, right? We can find her, fix this-"
Taylor stopped when she felt something grip her hand. It wasn't a strong grip, in fact, she barely felt it at all, but when she looked she saw Parian's strings wrapping around Taylor's hand, the threads looking as if they were fraying at the edges.
"Taylor… you're here…" Parian muttered, her voice weak and rasped.
"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, okay? We can fix this, you're not dying on me, got it?" Taylor ordered.
[Bacteria cycle: negative. Antimatter manipulation: negative. Dimensional shift: negative.]
"Tay… it's okay… I'm-" she coughed again, her mask being stained even further red, "it's okay… we're capes, it's… it's normal…"
Taylor began to feel her cheeks get wet, "Parian. You are not going to die here, alright? You're going to build your boutique back up, and you're going to make me a damn good looking suit, you hear me? Mine's getting worn out as it is..."
"It doesn't matter, Taylor. We're vampires. It doesn't matter if she dies now, or sixty years from now. You'll outlive her. You'll outlive everyone. You're a monster, now, and all you can do-"
"Shut. The fuck. Up! I'm a monster, so fucking what!?"
She felt her mist extending, taking shape in front of her as Alucard used her projection power to give himself a body like he had a handful of times before. Taylor looked up at him, at his pale, uncaring face.
"Monsters don't get happy endings, Taylor. None of us do. You can't even turn her into a monster yourself, the rules won't allow for it. Even if she was a virgin, both of you are women. The original Carmilla, the one whom you named yourself after learned that the hard way." He chuckled slightly, "I suppose that might've been why she was such a bitch."
[Hydro manipulation: negative. Dimensional projection: negative. Host projection: negat- [ERROR] new data acquired. Administrative projection: plausible.]
Taylor shot up, "Queenie! You got something!?"
Alucard's brow raised, but he remained quiet.
[Administrative projection: [SHARD] avatar projected in [HOST] dimension. Rules of out of context data scenario: vampire conversion required virgin of the opposite gender. Proposal: Queen Devourer outside of gender standard, propose conversion of [HOST] Parian.]
Taylor's eyes widened as she jumped to her feet, "Would that work!?" she looked to Alucard, noticing that his own eyes were wide.
He blinked. Then he laughed, a dark, full laugh, "That might actually work!" He said, "Well then, let's break the rules, shall we?"
Taylor grinned, "Queenie?"
[Initiating Administrative projection.]
Taylor felt as if her breath had been knocked out of her, as the black mist began flowing off of her in the same way as it had when Alucard had formed his own body. Instead of it coalescing into another person, however, the mist began changing color, and Taylor found that, despite her own abilities, she found the shape the mist was taking to be harder to look at than normal.
The mist became a warping, roiling red that seemed to change in shape and size with no rhyme or reason. After less than a minute, though, it finally formed into a recognizable shape. Taylor's eyes went wide as she looked at the shape that her power took.
In a way, it looked just like her. It had her body, her hair, and her outfit, but that was where the similarities ended. Her eyes were heterochromatic, with one of them being completely black, while the other glowed a bright red, much like the eye of the Endbringer she'd just killed had. Her hair seemed to float and writhe in unnatural ways, never seeming to remain still, as if it was floating in zero gravity. On her back, however, was perhaps one of the most defining features. Five wings, two coming out of the left side of her back and three on her right, the same pale white of the Simurgh. Red mist flowed off of her from every part of her body, giving her a ghostly, wraith-like appearance.
Queen Devourer stepped forward out of the mist, toward Parian. She kneeled next to her opposite Taylor, looking down at her. Parian, almost unconscious from blood loss, could only look up at the eldritch being before her, unable to speak or understand what she was looking at. Taylor smiled, "Heh, Alucard?" she asked, looking up to her mentor, even as he looked at the scene unfolding before him, "Fuck not getting happy endings."
Queen Devourer reached down, pulling the collar of Parian's costume out of the way as she lowered her mouth to her neck, sinking her fangs into Parian's dark-skinned neck.
[-----]
AN: Ye.