Will she finds some meat for the stew?
Hah? Who do I take her for? Of COURSE she'll find some stew, she has the contacts, THE CONTAAACTS!
Sniffing, and when I say sniffing, I mean SNIFFFFFFING! I enjoy the smell of this delicious stew that's building up, it's my stew and my stew alone, I gave the money, and if my father tries to steal a bite, I'll be forced to use the crossbow on my right.
It's on the ground. Not on me. Not right now, I won't show myself in front of my mother with weapons on.
Well, I guess I could wear it right now. Put it on my back like I'm getting used to since my ass is sitted down on my room, and not in the living room, MY room, but, I'm about to go there soon, so I'll let it there for a while.
Not like I need it, my father drunk himself into a coma at the bar. Checked it before coming home.
Just like I checked I had everything for my plan, and that my mother wouldn't find me.
For now.
She's cooking right now.
Ah.
Makes me remember my second birthday.
Talking about it, how long has it been since my second birthday? Some months?
Forgot to count really, my habit of reading the sun kinda broke after my mental breakdowns, with an s. Look. I'm really stressed nowadays alright?
And I'm doing progress. Lots of progress, puked of my own will yesterday, learned about my new skill, trained it all morning and afternoon, gave my mother some money and gained some time before I take care of her job as a prostitute -still need to figure something, but I have an idea now- then I also figured out a way to improve even more, and directly found a fix for my pain rising threshold with puking -still don't know why that's happening- and now, I'm about to practice a new technique I figured out during the three weeks that existed between my brothel trip, and the fireball.
The three weeks where I trained a shit ton and then found my pain worsening.
Well, during those three weeks, like I said this morning. I figured out some tricks by experimenting on myself, and I found a fix for EVERYTHING almost everything really.
For my mother. For my dad. For my grandfather. For everything.
My pain still eludes me but my body's a bitch.
And to get this fix, I just need to make sure it works on people.
I swallow a bit. Nervous. Well, it will WORK WORK WORK, or it will...semi-work.
Right now, my mother's gonna be my guinea pig, if it works. Well, it means my plan is semi-working.
Then I'm gonna improve on the technique that give me the fix, and when I improved enough, it should WORK WORK WORK.
Basically. If it semi-work. Then that means I could go around fixing most part of my lives, but it would still be risky, EVEN if I have a plan that could work. There's a bit of risk.
But if it WORK WORK WORK I'm practically removing any risk and improving my life drastically without any drawback or risk, it would just be a time question.
Problem is that now, I only have the skill to make everything SEMI-WORK, but from how I'm improving, I think I could get the skill to make it WORK WORK WORK in the next few days.
BUT FIRST, I need to train on someone that isn't me. Because my goal is to put people through iillusions, not put MYSELF in an illusion.
So!
TEST FIRST TEST FIRST!
Taking a looooong exhale, my magic expands and escape from my mouth to spread in the air around me, to spread and stick to the room around me, to spread and stick on my bed and on my crates and on my weapons and on my walls and IN my walls and THROUGH the walls and in my living room, and in my mother body.
Good.
I'm close.
Almost ready to infect her.
Took a shit ton of time since she wasn't under the rain but I made it work with slight sounds, movement, and patience. Just like I did with the brothel.
Soon enough, my entire house was dripping with my magic. Kinda worried about it to be honest, the last time I did that, in the brothel, my pain threshold worsened when I woke up.
But like.
It kept worsening through the weeks, so that's probably not the only cause.
Right?
I have no idea to be honest.
But it doesn't matter. No. It doesn't. What matters is the magic in my mother skull right now, it climbs up, it doesn't drip down everywhere, and it isn't focused on the back of her brain, I don't want to be invisible.
I want to test something else.
Opening my eyes and rushing toward my first ever box my hand snaps forward like a snake to grab my first birthday gift, a handmirror, and I admire myself in the mirror.
OKAY!
Take the tart nebe.
Pulling the raspberry tart from my pocket, I take a big bite. Delicious, and then, my fingers crush the tart.
I'm evil.
Pushing the raspberry filling all over my fingers, a red, sweet, and sugary filling, I push the pink/red color all over my lips.
My reflection frowns at me.
Yeah you're right, not obvious enough.
Pushing more filling out, my little hand pushes against my lips, then up my left cheek till it reaches the bottom of the eye, and with all the artistic talent of a two years old I paint my face.
PERFECT!
I look like a dumb two years old that made a mess after eating a sweet treat.
Licking my fingers off and finishing said treat, my magic rises in my spine. Through my veins, my flow pushes upward, it's so fucking easy to manipulate it inside compared to outside it's crazy.
When my flow is in my brain, I push a slight amount of it in the back on my brain, like I would do to be invisible, but I don't put a lot. Instead I push more of my flow inside my brain, remembering the pattern I figured out two weeks ago.
My magic keeps spreading in my brain, going through the sides, dropping down and envlopping my amygdala, a small little shitty part of the brain that's aligned with my spine. Without stopping, it flows upward to envlop the front part of my brain.
And then, I start the tweaking.
A bit like that...no, no? AH! Shit, I can't see anything anymore. Nope, I want my vision back, pulling out from this weird place in my left brain hemisphere, my vision comes back, and when I blink to look at the hand mirror in front of me, I find my vision blurry.
Nope.
That's not what I want
I tickle another part of my brain with my flow and my vision gets clear again.
Some may freak out at my self experimentation on my own fucking brain. But really?
I'm used to it.
Going deeper in my brain, and passing through a secret passage I figured out by observing what exactly I was doing when getting invisible, I finally get-!
Ah no.
My hand mirror dissapeared. Bad handmirror. Come back.
Cooling down on the intensity, my handmirror appears back, and with a slight push of flow toward a baby little part of my brain that I could touch if I passed a finger through my head over my left ear -if I didn't got a meat and skin and a skull-, here it is!
I GOT IT!
I look at my reflection in the handmirror.
HERE I AM!
Beautiful, magnificent, cute, and awesome, it is I NEEEEERIBE!
And I have no stains on my face.
Touching the side of my cheek, I feel the sticky filling. It's still there. But I can't see it.
My cheek is unblemished, there's not even a single trace of the pink liquid that was quite OBVIOUS to see.
Going close to my door. I focus on my sixth sense.
On my magic who's inside my mother body. Inside my mother brain.
Well, let's see if she'll see it.
Taking a deep breath, I, for the first time, try an advanced and complicated illusion in my mother brain.
Don't blow up...pretty please?