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

A bit more time, so I wrote a bit more today. Might change the ending a tad. (Alright, edited it a bit more. I think its good.)

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

NNR: "Master, why are you singing?"

Me: "Hmm? How else am I supposed to practice for my V song?"

NNR: "...And the others?"

Me: "Spaced Jamming 2."

NNR: "What?"

Me: "Oh, you'll get it when you're dead."

NNR: "WHAT?! B-"

I silenced it. After a bit of struggling it gave in.

Excellent, my puppets are as obedient as always.

...But though it follows, it does not yet believe.

For that, she will need to speak.

And so, let it be.

...

Like the new look?

Those few words and the view that accompanied them had seared themselves into my brain. And so no matter where I hid in the corners of my mind, I could still feel the burning desire to know.

Had I a twin? A clone? An alternative timeline version of me?

No, I'd killed them all. So why...why am I looking up at...at myself?

The Demon of Tales: "That awed expression...I see. So you're not so quick on the up-take when you're bleeding from head to toe. Excellent. I want to savor this after all."

I-t-The Demon turned around. Moved a few feet closer, squatted, and then began to-

...

Is it...tea-bagging me? What the actual fu-

C: "g-GCHK!"

The Demon of Tales: "MY ASS!"

Oh...yup, that's blood on ass.

The Demon Of Tales: "FUUUUUUUUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU! THIS WAS MY MOMENT YOU PIECE OF SHIT! MIIIINE!!!"

The demon raised its fist, and-

BAM!

Plop.

...Ah...I...I think my eye fell off.

...that's not...not...good....

The Demon Of Tales: "No! You can't die yet! This was a joke! I still planned to mentally destroy you! STOP IT YOU VERMIN! STOP DYING!"

...Is... it's shouting...isn't it?

And yet right now...it feels so...far....

n-No! Need...need to call-

Swoop!

A stinging pain in my hair wakes me from my daze, and for a brief moment I-

Thud!

C: "hmHMHmhm!"

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Shit, something's muffling me. I open the eye I have left as much as I can and see-

Nothing. My blood is getting in the way.

Fuck...well...I'll need to rely on something else.

Maybe my...my touch?... It's worth a try.

I slide my nose against this...tree?

Yeah! It has to be, it's got a thousand tiny rough things that won't budge an inch. So it can't be dirt. And-

The Demon of Tales: "Then again, couldn't it be a prickly wall?"

...

The Demon of Tales: "Or maybe I just made the floor a bit rougher, y'know, to throw you off."

C: "u-Ughh!"

My head's tugged back, and I see my own eyes staring back at me.

The Demon of Tales: "Really, it could be anything."

C: "R-Mmmh."

I tried to bite its hand off but I couldn't move my jaw even an inch...

...

...Oh...right. I cut it open.

Ha...I...didn't that hurt a lot?

...

Oh...I can't...I can't feel any of it.

My lost eye, the holes in my hand, my bruised and pierced spine...

...I can't...nothing.

I feel nothing.

I looked into her eyes...TWO eyes...could-

The Demon of Tales: "Yes, I can walk in and out of the shadows. Shoot bullets that never miss. And manifest any gun I want, even that silly NARF bullshit you pulled on me. In all ways that matter, I am you."

...

I ruffled my hair. As one might do to a sick dog.

The Demon of Tales: "And in every way that matters, you're broken."

C: "HHHMMMM-g-GCHK!"

I rolled my eyes.

The Demon of Tales: "Oh, don't try to deny it. Just look at yourself, LOOK."

I forced my head down.

...

On a puddle of blood, I saw the strongest weapon humanity had ever made stand tall...and right below her was the most broken woman in the world.

...

The Demon of Tales: "Shh, no need to feel shame. You had a good run, and it was longer than most of your sort. And...in a way...isn't it beautiful? You screamed what you were to the clouds, and the princess underneath the ground heard your tale. Of a weapon that could not be struck down. Of one that always hit her mark. Of one known as...Instakill. And now...that tale will forever be with the princess. And so...your legacy will always live on. As a weapon should."

...

...I closed my eye. It was a matter of moments before the darkness took me.

...I'm sorry...Micha...You'll probably die because of me.

...But...I guess you already knew...that your sister wasn't much of a hero.

...

...

...?

I opened my eye and looked up.

Above me, I saw my face. With a smile.

Well...more like a grin.

...A gleam perhaps?

...No, there wasn't a proper word I knew to describe it. So I can only go by what I do know.

And that is upon all my years of life. Be it my marriage, my sister's birth, or even the brief but sort moments of revenge I'd gotten in that fiery hell-hole.

At none of those moments did I have even a thousandth of the glee that I was now seeing.

It had so much joy, so much happiness that...that I wondered how it must have felt. And...in some part...

I couldn't help but feel jealous.

The Demon of Tales: "Oh, did you REALLY think...I was going to let you off the hook, THAT EASILY!?"

The demon laughed, and only now, with all its shaking did I notice what was holding me still.

Vines.

Dozens of vines wrapped around and entered my body. Stitching together my skin as if it were cloth.

The Demon forced my chin up, forced me to look at it...at its two eyes.

The Demon of Tales: "Y'know. I was thinking of how to kill you for a while, thinking things in terms of a normal human."

The demon shook its head.

The Demon of Tales: "My mistake. Now, I know better. I need to see things, from a WEAPON'S perspective."

It drew closer.

The Demon of Tales: "Torture? Expected. Death? Part of the job. But...what if...-"

The demon poked at my empty eye socket. I shuddered.

The Demon of Tales: "I broke you? And then just...let you go. Alive...but unable to do a DAMN THING!"

I tried to close my eye, but a vine forced me to look. Look into the eyes of what I was...and never be again.

The Demon of Tales: "I mean, Fuck! Isn't that hilarious? The 'Instant' kill agent...reduced to an eyeless LOSER who'll struggle to even take a shit! No, really, THINK ABOUT IT! Your spine is fucked! How are you even going to move!? And... hahaha, e-Even if you could! You can't wipe your own fucking ass! How could you with holes in your hand! FhaHAHAHAHAHAH!"

And in an instant, all the laughs and smiles vanished from its face. As its lips were as straight as a line, its voice steady and slow as it moved me closer.

The Demon of Tales: "Do you get it yet?"

It whispered to my ear words I'd never known I'd fear, yet now I do. Now I know terror.

And I know it as two words.

The Demon of Tales: "Your broken."

The Demon moved back just enough for me to spot its smile.

The Demon of Tales: "And with your tale in my storybook? You've been replaced as well. Now, what's left for you? After all, a weapon with no use has no purpose. And so you have no reason to be, yet...you are. With a package of trauma as my little 'Hi, welcome to Cafir' gift. hahaha-"

The Demon leaned in, stuck out its tongue, and licked the tears off my eye.

The Demon of Tales: "But congrats. You were right. Your story didn't end in tragedy...no, you will live it. That is your tragic fate."

The final section! (Section.)

This section is not broken! See! It functions fine as the end...probably.