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Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 18)
The struggle to trap the stabber should have been solved when Chipper and the young man, identified by Mirror as Imago carrying a large bag, captured him in a body slam duo. Imago weighted themselves with the bag that contained their portable generator, conveniently on their body well strapped in the backpack bag. Their knee is on one shoulder trying to avoid the neck while their weight was heavier on the other knee that sat by the leg adjacent to the shoulder.“Augh,” winced Chipper, the stab wound now fully bleeding as the knife was still inside him.He body slammed the stabber just to have a chance to avoid the stabber’s escape, it was fortunate that the lawyer got in the way so that the swerve the stabber did, had to assume a sharp corner turner. The sudden turn takes time to step away and over, giving Chipper a chance so that he could force himself to heave his body over as a blockage.Chipper felt the sting become unbearable so the focus on his legs and elbow gave way when he po
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 19)
The place Imago and Mirror stayed in was cheap for the middle class, enough for a day of stay. Sure, it was short-lived comfort, but Imago worked for a good conditional situation the two of them could talk with the owner. Business deals are not a thing Imago could haggle but sure enough, provide ample proof of their ability in as much sincerity as the owner liked despite being fishy in the way he sees the two. Agreeing to hire them with a trial of one week with the following conditions, memorizing routines, menus, services, and all major rules of the hotel. Within the day they had the deal. Sure enough, they met the requirements as if they naturally lived for it. Thus, the start of their first day to work in a hotel down in the northwestern area, near the town center municipality sparked a week. Such a thing would not have worked if they did not pass the first level of assessment, the aesthetic requirement the owner wanted for their servers. Moreso for how handsome Mirror was that th
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 20)
The girl stood at four feet tall with her hair tightly bound by braids on the side of her face. No one would guess that the distance Imago saw the girl could be considered as “clear enough to see everything,” but it is what it is, they saw everything through their eyes. Completely mapping out how the girls’ eye’s looked alive but sad, dim to the daylight.Amazingly, it’s not how gloomy she expressed her emotions on her youthful face that catches Imago’s attention. Creepily considering if there was a hidden laboratory in this town or something akin to it, the girl looked like the woman from the picture and a possible youthful-looking Mirror. If Imago ever wondered what a young Mirror would look like, and female, there is a standing example just a distance away, in front of them.Someone had called Imago over so that they could have another hand carrying the five-foot chocolate fountain as the centerpiece of the reception area. Running over to help the others, Imago glances one last tim
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 21)
Parties on the scale of a hundred attendees are no match to the tolerance and experience Mirror acquired by the forbearance they were instilled with as an android serving their “one rule.” If it was not enough, every member of their “rules” family is entitled to their kind of service, as long as their “rule” insists or requires them to in the likeliness that it was necessary. Long as they are not related or concerned with the current “rule,” any other kind of person asking for service from Mirror will be dismissed.The only exception to this is the recent events, although if it were not for Imago planning and agreeing with the plan, they would not proceed. That is the duality of Imago being the “rule,” a life meant to coexist with the ideology of freedom of one’s will to be exercised.The freedom to “coerce” a group of people into work is a questionable action that should be suspicious. Even the reason, as they say, “spend a time of tryst back into their house because they originally
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 22)
Greeting someone’s resident of a home as if you were not a stranger seconds before meeting them should be grating their paranoia. A person’s level of fight or flight towards the “unknown,” mysterious, or any change in their environment, becomes confusing. Anything can happen. Any thought could occur. One thing is certain, Imago did not expect to be waved back by a stuffed toy dog that involuntarily followed gravity down the railing. Out of instinct, and panic, Imago rushed to catch the doll in time for the girl to run over the side staircase, making the loudest “thunk” sounds on the copper steps.The echoing of her running footsteps filled the walls of the first floor anyone within hearing reach would hear it without fail.“What happ—whoa, that’s cute to—” Mirror rushed to see Imago holding the stuffed toy dog with a frown dissolving into a pleasant smile when they noticed the doll in Imago’s arms. Though, they stopped moving forward when they noticed the girl at the base of the middl
Suitable Bags of Flesh <intermission>
Hi, guys! Nate here. Just updated with a new book cover with artwork from pansikoser (here's the link to the artwork on the cover: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/99898762 ) Been wanting to change the artwork to something nearer or much more relvant to the story. I can't see anything that wouldn't be that scary, or passable, but found a good composition and representation on how I imagined Trust and Betts. We're still on-going with the long Side Story, Nails on Coffee, but SS is nearing its end. Hopefully, we can get back to the main story and finish the C-city arc. Hint. Hint. C-city arc will be immersed with a lot more drama, and city ruin because-because... That's all for now~ Please do pass by to see the artist account of yours truly~Thanks! @AcrimonyNate
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 23)
“No,” Mirror said as they did not feel tears, or what can be considered as tears, fall from their eyes yet it happened.Imago, who was on the side, busily removed their coat and folded it to hover over Mirror’s face, and softly said, “you can wipe it over here.”Concern oozed from Amalie as she conscientiously watched one comfort the other, but Imago’s expression made sure Amalie did not do anything wrong. She nodded even though she internally felt dejection as the unusually dark tears dropped from “Mir’s” cheeks. Looking at her fingers that wiped the dark tears did not leave any trace or smell. Nothing sort of quick evaporation to an unknown substance.“Where is your uncle now, Amalie?” Imago asked while Mirror consciously moved the direction of their body toward Imago, leaning down on the folded coat but pushing it further onto Imago’s shoulders.Amalie thought for a second before answering, “he’s left a few days ago for something…business-ish? He told me it’s related to his busines
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 24)
Like a fleeting never slumber, Amalie stayed awake until the wee hours of the early morning, dismissing her Nan’s words to sleep early, as Imago heard vaguely before their conversation in the children’s study. They’re in the garage now, sitting in the yellow light of a gas lamp Amalie found as she struggled to look for things around.She said she spends her free time remembering every part of her uncle’s house that she can vaguely guess where everything is or could be on the off chance she was required to look for something. Dangerous circumstances could happen to a rich young lady like her, but nothing more could be said if fate puts her resilience in a test built for failure, to begin with. That’s how Mirror saw everything for her, a future bleak but initially hopeful.Yet, it was not their place to step close to their souls and start rambling about concerning themselves with their lives. As slumber stole Amalie’s last words during the darkest point before dawn, Mirror cast Imago a
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