Hey guys!
I know I used to talk about Dead by Daylight a lot, so I finally got it for free on Playstation Plus and let me just say… I get it now. I only play killer but I'm genuinely surprised about how fun the game is since I've only ever heard it be described as miserable for killers.
Oh yeah, uhhh, I'm back too, I forgot about that.
Enjoy the show!
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What is this?
My eyes slowly fluttered open, sitting up on the bed I was in and felt around. I remembered all of what happened earlier with the Vee's, Alastor, the torture, it was as if it was seared into my mind like a brand on a cow.
Surprisingly, it didn't really mess with me like I thought it would. Sure, I remember it clear as day, I knew it hurt like absolute hell, but I don't have any mental scars or anything. There's just one thing that I still don't understand, though.
What happened with Niffty? The last time I remember, Niffty saved me from Alastor, but I remember hearing a knife or something–
[1x Bronze ticket: Die for the first time]
…What?
[Tune Up]
|Rare Trait|
Your body has received a Tune Up, all previous health complications have been erased, and your body has been altered to become improved, increasing your latent genetic potential and giving you a fit and incredibly healthy body.
I died?
The wonderful feeling in my body couldn't distract me from the turmoil in my mind. I knew on a subconscious level that death was never permanent, I mean, it's hell for crying out loud, but knowing that I had died? It did something to you, even if you are alive right now.
But I think I have some bigger fish to fry. I get up from the bed, looking around since I do not recognize this room at all. It looks like a weird amalgamation of my previous apartment room, my room at the hotel, along with the room I had when I was still alive.
It was creeping me out, so I went up to the door and opened it, only to see something that I could never predict in a million years. It was like the normal layout of the hotel, but the walls weren't there, only the floor.
Along with that, there were 4 doors in front of me. They all looked the same aside from having a different color, so I just decided to think for a second before doing anything. Right now I'm in some kind of place I don't know that feels like a dream–
Holy shit, is this a dreamscape? I mean, I know I'm an incubus and all, but I've never actually entered a dream for real, I thought I would have to do that intentionally, not just do it on the brink of death. Is this it? Is this this reverse dream technique!?
NEGATIVE DREAM ENERGY CAN'T HEAL THE DREAMS, SO YOU MULTIPLY THAT DREAM ENERGY TO MAKE POSITIVE DREAM ENERGY. I COULD NEVER DO THAT UNTIL NOW!!!!
Alright, let me stop dicking around. I walk up to the first door on my left, not even flinching at its blood-red color and entering calmly. The inside of the room was surprisingly quaint and dainty, with…Interesting decor.
It was a normal red room with a queen sized bed that had a whole bunch of stuffed animals on it. The room was big as well, with a vanity the size of a TV along with the sand and a closet that was just massive.
However, the most interesting thing was not just the room, but actually the people in the room: Charlie…And me!
"Aww, are you hurt my good boy~?" She said, lying on the bed on her side while the fake me laid his head on her breasts, not giving a response. "It's okay, let mommy take care of you~." She said, running a hand through his hair before hugging him tight.
I don't…I…I can't…
"What the fuck?"
"James!?" She jumped up, falling out of her bed while the fake me dispelled. "W-w-what are you doing here, how are you in the dreamworld?"
"Nooooo, don't try to divert the subject, what the fuck was that?"
"I, I… uhhh, I…" She stumbled over her words, scratching the back of her head. "I can't control what I dream about, y'know? It's not like I wanted to do mommy roleplay with you, it's just what my brain conjured up."
"You clearly have control over your dreams, Charlie, you immediately recognized that I wasn't the James you were…Doing that with, along with questioning why I was in this dreamworld in the first place." I said, pointing directly at her.
"Look, I'm flattered that you wanted to do whatever that was with me, but I think we should have a talking to when we wake up. Speaking of waking up, when did I even get here? Where am I in the real world?" I asked with a hand to my chin as Charlie got up and straightened her suit out.
"I know for a fact you're near the hotel, but I don't know if you're in here and in your room or not. I can feel your presence on the outside, but Niffty told me yesterday that you and her were gonna be out until nighttime and I didn't want to disturb you so I turned my senses off."
Niffty said that? Why? There's no reason to cover up for me for Charlie, I wasn't doing anything illegal or bad to her. "Wait a minute, what do you mean you turned your senses off?" I asked a miscellaneous question while I tried to figure Niffty out.
"Well, I can sense everything that happens in the hotel, but I usually have it off for privacy reasons." What the hell? Man, sometimes I forget that I'm slumming it up with the literal princess of hell. If she wasn't a pushover, she could lowkey beat the shit outta me and I really couldn't do anything about it.
"Alright then, could you wake me up or something? I wanna see where I'm at." I say, crossing my arms while Charlie gains a look of recognition on her face. She walks over to me as I ignore our height difference making me face level with her tits that were just smothering another version of myself.
I don't think of myself as Mr. Moral or anything, but I wasn't just gonna cheat on Niffty, even in a dream… Even though she did say that she didn't mind multiple partners, I'm still not gonna do anything without talking to her first.
Remember, communication is key.
'I can send you back right now, I just have to do this:" She said, walking a little closer and putting a hand on my shoulder as I closed my eyes, waiting to wake up–
"Can you just say you're a good boy once? Please?"
…
"...I'm a good boy."
I don't wanna hear a peep from ANYBODY!!!
I closed my ears to whatever weird sounds Charlie made and slowly drifted away to sleep or awakeness or whatever. In the middle of it, I started to remember when I was a child and I tried to stay awake all night with all of my power. Good times, good times.
Speaking of power and all that, I'm wondering just how I could get stronger. From what I remember, an Overlord gets their strength through soul contracts and legend surrounding them, but right now I am more than lacking in soul contracts.
However, I am damn sure that I don't want to be a slaver of any kind, so I think I may have an idea for when I wake up. I could simply give sinners a contract that says they have to do something for me and then just never interact or cash in that favor again.
I honestly don't know why I'm thinking of power like this. I wanted to become stronger before, but I feel like my motivations have changed somewhere along the way in hell. Not only did my Hanma genes push me into training, unwilling to be restful for even a second, but because of another thing: Alastor.
I said before that my Hanma genes were pushing me to constantly become better, but I don't even think this is because of that anymore, no, I actually realized something about myself: I am a very petty person.
I don't really know diddly squat about Alastor, but what I do know is that he's a bitch and a bum. I may have blown up his property, but I have never snuck Vox or his goons of rapist super-friends, no, I always stood on business and made sure to fight them mano a meno. Alastor on the other hand, snuck both of us while we were still recovering from a fight.
HE
IS
A
FUCKING
BUM!!!!!!!!
So I refuse to just let him beat my ass, take my arm, almost pull out my eye and get away with it, hell no! I'm gonna spin back and I'm gonna beat him like a teenage boy beats his dick after discovering rule 34!
I'm gonna…
I'm go…nna
I'm…
***
This time, I awoke normally in my bed at the hotel. I quickly check up on all of my mental and physical faculties. I summoned my spectral claw to my arm, flexing all of my fingers, just making sure that it wasn't still gone and I was in the matrix or anything. I then slowly got out of bed, stretching and popping the bones in my neck and back before taking a few jabs at the air, my Hanma genes demanded it,
Yo ticket, what rolls did I get after I fought Alastor again? My memory's kinda fuzzy.
[You got 1x Hera's Breast-milk, 1x Silver Chariot, and 1x Deep-Sea Anchor]
Okay, 1. Why the breast-milk? I know I have a whole trait that helps my bones when I drink milk, but I really prefer to not remember that. 2. Silver Chariot? Like the one wielded by Jean Pierre Polnareff, Silver Chariot?
Also, where are these items even stored? Like that altar of wind and lightning spirits back in my old apartment, where did you even put that when I left? Is it just still there for whatever dude moves in there or what?
[Oh, I took it back.]
…Took it back? Where?
[You have a hammerspace for gacha-specific items that you can take out at any time]
Huh, looking back on it that seems really obvious, how'd I not figure that out before? Eh, whatever, gimme the milk while I go look for Niffty.
The bottle appears in my hands as I walk out the door. It wasn't anything special, just a standard water-bottle with literal breast-milk in it. I still can't genuinely fathom drinking breast-milk of all things, but fuck it, we ball.
While I walk to the lobby, I bring the bottle up to my lips and take a swig…
Damn, that is pretty good!
Man, I'm stacking up buffs like crazy right now. The body tune-up, Silver Chariot, and now this? It feels like I'm getting a hug in my bones and stuff–
[1x Diamond ticket: Obtain the bones of a God]
…What?
[Lycan Alpha]
|Epic Trait|
Race Changer- You are an Alpha Lycan, a ruler among werebeasts and a half wolf. You can tap into your bestial side at will and transform into a Werewolf or a full wolf. Doing so greatly augments your physical stats and grants you powerful claws and teeth while massively amplifying your senses and instincts. As an Alpha, you are able to turn others into Lesser Lycans, werewolves under your command. All Beasts perceive you as having greater authority and presence due to your potent blood.
I'm gonna deal with that later.
I soon make it down to the lobby, seeing a very strange sight. It looks like nobody but Niffty is awake, yet she seemed to be genuinely stressing out about something while sitting on the couch with a plate of breakfast in her lap and a plate by her side.
She soon spotted me and hid her nervousness. "H-hey, Hubby! I made breakfast." She said as sweet as candy. I sat down next to her on the couch and picked up the plate, digging into it while she spoke hesitantly. "Charlie told me you woke up so I decided to whip something up for us, you know?"
"...Hey Niffty." I say slowly, swallowing my eggs and figuring something out."Did you kill me yesterday?"
She seemed to flinch in place but eventually looked up at me. "Yes, yes I did."
Now if this were some kind of trashy ass TV show, I probably would've gotten mad at her, but fortunately I was blessed with having at least 6 or 7 brain cells. "Why?" I asked her.
"You…You were suffering. Hell always draws suffering out and I just couldn't stand to see you like that. So I killed you and snuck you into the hotel so Charlie wouldn't have to see."
"How'd you know I was awake to cook breakfast then?"
"I told Charlie that I had a surprise for you and to tell me when you woke up."
"Hmmm." I let out a noncommittal hum as I quickly finished my food, shoving the meal down my throat as I put an arm around her waist. "Thanks, Niffty, really."
"...Huh?"
"I'm not an idiot, what makes you think I'm gonna be mad at you for killing me to stop my suffering? If anything I wanna thank you for it, that shit hurt." I said, pulling her close and leaning down to lightly bite her neck. "In face, i think I wanna thank you right here on the couch"
"N-not here." She shuttered out, gaining a slight blush on her face. "Let's go to the room, okay?"
Somehow changing a conversation from being guilty about killing me to wating to have sex with me?
I'm truly the best to ever do it.
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THE END
Fun fact: I wanted to have James permanently lose an arm when he woke up and had Silver Chariot replace it until he learned RCT or something like that…However, I thought that was stupidand decided to not do that shit.
I also love Twiter. On my FYPback-to-back, I had someone debating on how jiggly Mina and Ochako's asses are, Toriel fart porn, and Black Cat getting her shit pounded in by Spider-man. This is truly the best app.
Ok bbbyyyyeeee!!!