Hey guys!
I'm gonna say it here; I retconned Niffty's height from 3'5 to 4'5. Just letting y'all know so I don't get caught lacking.
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Do I have a fetish?
It isn't something I thought about a lot, hell, I didn't even think about it until now, but I think I'm kind of a freak. To be honest, I didn't think that I was that freaky, I mean, I like big butts, tits, and a good personality like any straight or bi guy, but I didn't think I was really into anything weird like feet or armpits.
I'm not into those, but I do think I have a fetish, or at least a type. I didn't realize it now, but I was even surprised about it. I…I like really clingy girls.
Alicia was super clingy back in my old life. We ate together, we went everywhere together, we walked together, hell, some people thought we were even dating. Although I didn't oppose the idea, I don't think I can call what me and Alicia had romantic in a way, but I also can't call it completely platonic.
I confided in her some things that my teen-self couldn't even dream of telling his caretakers at all, I trusted her more than I even trusted myself sometimes. All of this was because we were constantly around each other and knew each other as well as they other knew themselves, and sometimes even more.
And that's why, even though she literally stabbed me in the chest and forced me on a date, I can't really say I don't like Niffty. In fact, looking down at the girl who's hugging my arm as we walked, I could even say that I kinda liked her.
It's not just because of her body, to be honest, I don't think I've ever really cared about physical attractiveness to the degree most people do. I mean, it's still important, don't get me wrong, but I'm not like those "alpha male" podcasters who think that bodies are the only important parts of a woman or man.
But, even though we've only known each other for like a day, she's grown on me like a fungus.
"So, what happened to you when I threw you?" I asked, making conversation with her on the way to my apartment.
"Huh? Oh, when you threw me, I caught myself on a building. I was gonna go back but one of those bad girls saw me and I had to punish her." She said, giving a wicked smile.
"Hey, what's the deal with bad and good boys to you? Like, what do they even mean?"
"..." Her smile froze for a second before turning into a sad one. "Back on Earth, my mom would show me all of these movies with bad boys in them and they were… My type I guess. I always loved them bad to the bone, so I guess that's why my husband…" Her smile quickly turned into a frown when she mentioned her husband. "Nevermind, I just love to fight and stab bad boys, but those exorcists are fun to stab too."
"You fought one off? Man, I had to outsmart one of them and even then, she threw a fucking spear in my chest. The only reason I survived was because Charlie managed to patch me up and now I owe her a debt."
"Charlie? Do you mean the princess of Hell, Charlie?"
"Yeah, do you know her?"
"The girl who wants redemption but doesn't know the kind of people in Hell because she's sheltered?" She asked rhetorically. "No, I never met her before but I saw her trying to advertise her hotel for sinners a few years ago…Wait a minute." She looks at me while trying not to laugh. "Don't tell me you got into a deal with her."
"No, I didn't." I said, trying not to be a laughingstock. "She wanted me to sponsor her hotel, and I'm not the kind of person to not repay a debt. Even though I don't believe it, if I had to sponsor a place using my new status, I think her hotel would be my best choice."
"Whatever." She says, sticking her tongue out at me as we continued walking and talking. I don't know if it's the crazy lure or the other stupid traits I have for picking up women, but I think she's actually pretty fun to talk to.
But unfortunately, every good thing comes to an end.
We crossed a street and came across an alleyway in Cannibal town. Now although cannibalism is a bad thing, surprisingly, they had really good morals. Near every person that was eating a guy there was written or video proof of them doing something horrific.
One guy was a child molester, the other was a rapist, another was a known serial murderer of cute boys who mainly used scissors. The cannibals here also didn't have teeth made of angelic steel, so as far as I'm concerned, Hell is just amazing for them.
We kept walking and talking, ignoring the screams of the damned behind us as we soon came across an alleyway. Even though my apartment with Daki was just up the street, I stopped in my tracks because I just heard a scream.
I looked to my left and saw someone actively trying to rob an old red-skinned man. Since we've already established that criminals get lobotomy once they enter hell, I wasn't really surprised, but I used this as an opportunity.
"Hey Niffty, you wanna see something cool?" I ask, winking towards her as I step to the building beside the mugging taking place. I put a hand on the wall and focused on it as hard as I could. I'm grateful that I had my brakugan for scenarios just like these where I had to rely on my magical control.
Wait, what was I even controlling? It isn't chakra since I don't need any hand-signs, so is it just some generic mana stuff? Man, I don't even care, I'm tryna show off, screw all that thinking stuff. I'm a proud AMERICAN. WHAT THE FUCK IS A THOUGHT!!!!!!!!!
I channeled fissure into the building and specifically focused it into a part at the top. My plan worked out flawlessly, a small chunk of the building being broken off and cruising on down to the guy's head.
I expected it to kinda just fall on the guy's head and knock him out, but the debris fell on him, denting the guy's skull in and making a pretty bloody mess. Alright, I admit, I did NOT expect that. That boy looks like Rantaro Amami in the head, but at least he'll respawn.
The man ran out of the alley as quickly as his old bones could as I leaned on the wall and posed. "Tell me that wasn't cool, huh?" I was gonna say something else, but the black ticket quickly snaked its way behind Niffty's head.
1x Bronze ticket: Impress Niffty and successfully farm some aura
1x Bronze ticket: Save a Hellborne for the first time.
What the hell is a Hellborne? Whatever, just roll the tickets.
[Pretty Privilidge]
|Uncommon Trait|
You aren't physically more attractive of course, but others just find your face and figure more appealing to their tastes. If you were a 5/10 in their eyes before you are now a solid 7/10.
[Edible Fluids]
|Common Trait|
Somehow, in some way, your bodily fluids such as sweat, saliva, blood, and ejaculate, are nutritionally and calorically dense while also being very healthy. They also taste surprisingly good. Consuming your own fluids does nothing for you.
…Imma just ignore that.
"When were you able to do that?" She asked with stars in her eye, attaching back to me.
"Oh you know, just something I picked up around the block." I honestly don't know what the hell I was talking about, but let a nigga get a little motion, y'know?
After that, we finally arrived at my apartment, going up to my floor as I opened the door up.
On my couch was Daki, sitting upright with a human hand still in her mouth as she looked at me and Niffty surprised. She looked like she was watching TV, and…Is that Dragon ball Z?
I was gonna make a little quip in my head, but I felt a sort of pressure build up inside of the room. I looked to my right: Niffty with a small smile on her face while somehow producing a dark aura. I look to my left: Daki with her obi out, emitting a mass amount of bloodlust.
"Master/James…"
Y'know, I thought I calculated this in my mind.
"Who the hell is this!?"
But man, I forgot I failed math.
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THE END
A dude on Marvel Rivals called me ass. Mind you, I was on Black Panther, doing all that I can while going 16-7. The guy who said I was ass, not only was a horrible tank, but even when he switched to Duelist, he went 12-9!!!! I was so angry that I focused all of my energy into this chapter and wrote it.
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