Okay, so I got like, really distracted today by AI and the future and just doomposting in general (Which I probably will make a joke chapter about later.), and boom it's almost midnight for me.

A real brain-rot internet moment, huh?

But then I was like,

OH MY GOODNESS, THIS IS ACKTUALLY KINDA RELEVANT TO THE CURRENT STORY SITUATION!

So yeah, this is why the chapter is about Mr.Fears Horse vs Car story.

(Also I delved a bit deep into Timmy Turner scaling, and oh boy does that "Average kid" have walls and walls of hax. I'd describe them to you but like...time-crunch ya know? Maybe next time.)

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

This! And also I have internet at home now! Yay more time for writing! Yay way more opportunities for distractions!

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

Instakill: "DEEAAAAD!"

I paused the screen and looked at N.N.R. The puppet body fit it well, though it was still struggling with the specifics of being corporeal.

Luckily, my strings could do the heavy lifting for now. And reading its desires was a simple task for my demonic magic.

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So, in theory, I could move it around however it wished. But in truth...

I moved it around however I wished.

Me: "Now, N.N.R, do you see the issue with this sort of lifestyle?"

N.N.R nodded.

N.N.R: "The poor lass is in so much pain, both mentally and physically. Surely, that's no way to live!"

Me: "Yes...I suppose that answer is...technically correct. Assuming of course the person in question cares for their mental well-being. Now, N.N.R, do you think 'Instakill' cares for that sorta thing?"

It tried to lower its head, but I forced N.N.R to nod instead.

The poor fool didn't even question it. And thanks to that,

The strings around its heart got even tighter.

Me: "Exactly! All that 'Instakill' cares about is being...'The Tool', no amount of pain or evil matters compared to that desire. But my Dear Student, Tools improve."

I made a new screen pop up, one of a mighty horse.

Me: "Not too long ago animals used to be the best way to go from point A to point B. But now-"

The horse was squashed. Its blood and brain matter slipped down the Lamborghini Urus.

I stopped N.N.R's squirming.

Me: "Cars are a far better tool. And in the future, something else might take its place."

I created a white-gloved hand, for the obvious purpose of Finger-Snapping.

FINGER-SNAPPING NOISES.

After that, a giant question mark crashed into and shattered the car.

Me: "You see Dear N.N.R, a tool's life is a precarious one. At any moment the climate or technology or even other humans could make it obsolete. And-"

The screen vanished, leaving N.N.R to confront the bloody sight of Instakill.

Me: "What do you think will happen to this poor lil lass...when she has no usage left?"

I allowed N.N.R to shiver.

Me: "Good, you understand. But you must memorize it as well. After all-"

I unpaused the screen.

Me: "This will be on the quizz."

The final section! (Section.)

Oh no...this chapter ends in possibly the worst way ever...SCHOOL QUIZZS!