“Now we have two new people here, our little cult starts to grow.”

Yes, I was starting to get desperate. Perhaps even taking over and finding someone myself. If we are to be leading a society that eventually conquers the planet, you will need to start getting used to people.

“Whatever.” We were still at odds about the whole expanding our duo into a trio by impregnating some poor women to have the first naturally born moss-human hybrid.

While I insisted it was the moral questions that arose, Myc was sure that it was just my social anxiety. Even though I insisted that we at the very least tried to bond with a human before making plans to have children. “I don’t know what to tell you, why don’t you just start playing around and fixing me then.”

I have, that is why you were so calm with those two.

“Seriously, you have been fucking with my brain without telling me.”

I shouldn’t have to tell you. We share minds and memories, if you wanted to know you would have checked. I know you wanted me to start this for a while now, but you were too afraid to ask.

“Whatever.” It was true, I hated being so antisocial. Myc and my little connection just made me realize how much I missed never having any friends or relationships. It was hard, but I was worried that maybe our connection was all I was going to be able to handle.

So as Myc’s insistence on getting new people to join, even if we weren’t really ready yet, started becoming more like demands. I suppose I at some point wished I wasn’t so nervous around people, I could talk to them without worrying about every little thing I was going to say.

Although Nate seems to understand our goals, Cat may become an issue. If she isn’t willing to even accept our ideals, how will she act when we reveal my existence?

“I don’t know, I mean we did kill a guy right in front of her brother. Maybe she was just being overprotective, worried about the crazy guy living in the woods.” It made sense, I was just some hobo essentially, even if this was technically my land. Living in the woods, carrying an ax that was figuratively bloody.

“Are you talking to me?” I looked over at Cat, still uncomfortable being around me.

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“No, just talking to myself.” She gave me a questioning glance then continued her attempt at making rope.

Cat, or Catherine Ajei Franklyn, the sister of Nate. They were good kids, even though Cat was a few years older than me. After their parents died, in an accident, Cat took over the parental role for Nate. Although at the sacrifice of her own dreams to become a lawyer or maybe a teacher. She wasn’t the most talkative of people, while Nate usually couldn’t stop talking.

It had only been a few days, dividing up chores, and attempting to build a couple of actual houses for the two. They had taken over my little hut for the time being, I had taken to camping out by the pond to allow the siblings to continue their talk. If they decided they weren’t comfortable living in my little soon to be society, then I was reluctant to reveal Myc’s existence. However, if they decided to officially stay that would be when I would tell them.

She is still staring at you.

Looking up revealed that Cat was still giving me the same cautious glance as always. I was used to it by now, it would take time before she accepted that I wasn’t a psychopath. “You are wasting it.”

“What?” She looked down at the bark fibers that she was attempting to string together to form rope. What she found was a knotted mess of over stretched and unused fibers. She huffed in frustration, cut off the knotted part and began again, focusing on the task at hand.

I looked back down at the log I was cutting, since both of them would need actual privacy. I decided that instead of making the little clay half walls and wooden roof like my shelter, to build actual cabins.

Which would have normally been nearly impossible without nails or more modern materials. It was made possible by the fact that Myc was capable of creating nearly any material that other plants or animals could make.

So using some English Ivy, we grabbed when traveling, as a base, Myc was capable of creating an altered adhesive. It was stronger and lasted longer than the normal stuff. Although it wasn’t perfect, Myc didn’t think it was going to last for even a year depending on weather.

This did allow for a nearly air tight seal between the half logs used to make the main structure. It was kept secret from the siblings, fortunately neither of them knew enough about construction to know any better. Plus by the time the adhesive was too degraded we should have more people and supplies to build actual houses. Or at the very least I will have told them of Myc so we could find a more permanent solution.

The other problem of them not knowing about Myc was trying to figure out a solution to the lack of proper nutrients. Since my body could create all the amino acids I needed, my diet would be lacking for the Franklyn siblings. A few kinds of fruits, root vegetables, and nuts would be lacking in several nutrient departments. Myc suggested feeding them my own flesh as a substitute and telling them it is deer meat. I suggested he go get fucked.

So hopefully they dedicated themselves to this whole life sooner rather than later, as hunting wasn’t one of the few things I could do. I did search a little more for a wider array of food options, while apparently Cat decided that eating raw food wasn’t ‘civilized’ or something. So after showing her where the clay deposit was, she got started on making a pot to cook in and bowls to eat out of.

Which was a good idea as the water situation was also not great. Myc and I had been racking our brains about the situation for a while. It wouldn’t harm me because of Myc’s intrusion but that wasn’t a long term solution. Just because Myc could do stuff didn’t mean that it didn’t take time, energy, and attention on his part. It would be easy if we could figure out how to spread Myc into the tree and then into the ground. It would be easy to create a small structure under the pond and absorb the water, cleaning and filtering it, and spitting out the fresh clean water. So until then Cat and Nate would be stuck constantly boiling water.

It was nice watching the two siblings get along, although it did feel a little lonely. I had Myc to talk to, but I still felt left out from most conversations that weren’t with myself.