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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
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 25)
Amalie stands still as she reads a letter she found in the living room, as stated to her Nan, Mir and Ima left it for her as they went out for a while, on their own. She asked where they went or when they’ll be back, but Nan only said, with a solemn face, that everything she needed to know would be in the letter.A second’s turmoil played in the girl’s mind of how it felt, again, to be left alone by people she liked to be around. Was it her fault that they leave her alone? Or was it just circumstances breaking their paths apart from each other? She did not know or try thinking further, all she could do was read the letter with indifference, as best she can.“To Amalie,There’s something you should know about us before anything else, we’re relatives of yours but not in the way you think. Either way, we’ve not lived in this town until two months ago, and our lives did not begin anywhere in this era. There’s a lot to unpack but we have little to no relevance to your life directly, except
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 26)
Four months of absence from the presence of the ruined F-city is like a breath of fresh air to Imago who booted back up into life when they felt their partner jolt them awake from their nape when Mirror forcefully linked their selves through that part of their body. Quivering eyelids popped open to see the greenery of the mall garden, while the foot of a dog walked around with other dogs in its pack.Shocked by the sudden presence of another creature within their eyesight made Imago rose into a ninety-degree sitting position that felt like a spring was set up in automatic for the alarm clock to trigger. Brown, neat fur and light-footed hooves walked around in tranquility even though Imago noisily hit the leaves of a long-leafed mauve plant above them.Their head swiveled to view around and saw that they were placed under the mauve-colored plant to avoid the sunlight. Behind them sat Mirror who held their hand in front of them in a position of open palm de
Suitable Bags of Flesh Side Story: Nails on Coffee (part 27)
“Breakfast is ready,” said a young man, his height looks like it’s meant to be an impression of an adolescent’s body. But his face looked one minute like a human, then the other static in the shape of a boy’s head.“What do you prefer?” He continued to ask as the scenery from a long corridor colored in monotone became a well-lit garden surrounding a metal table ornated with décor of ivy plants around its four legs, topped by clear glass.On top of the glass table sat a Victorian marble-top coffee table fit to the circumference of the larger table under, there is simplicity at how pristine it lacked artistic décor, except for how the marble looked on the thickly varnished hard-wood body. A plate of cookies sat on the coffee table layer, while the cups are on the normal table at the side of the coffee table.Two chairs sat on opposing sides of the table, both looking different from the other. Old in demeanor
Suitable Bags of Flesh <intermission>
Hi, Nate here.Just a short notif that I will be starting the new chapter after this super long Side Story. From this point forward, Imago and Mirror's lives will not be featured in a side story any longer. If you've gotten far into the main story, you can pretty much guess why they won't be having their own side story anymore. The new chapter will start updating on the 1st of August, exactly the first monday of the month, haha. Currently, there are something's this story has given a bit of convuluted sort of sense, so please bear with the details. Things will be better for our main cast. To all reader's, thank you for still being here or having the time to read the updates.
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Epilog
EpilogueThe caves underground lead nowhere man could tolerate, with the pressure of the world pressing over them, no one can follow the Primer monsters as they exit the premise of C-city. These Primers are not going to be eaten and smothered by power over time, however, they will co-exist in a community built by Memoria.Memoria who sat almost half a millennia awake under the ruins of F-city played another game of race between the lines with several other internet connection nodes that are knowingly joined into the old working cable lines of the dead city. Then when the race finishes, they rest for the while, thinking like a person, old and hesitant.They’ve long forgotten that they could easily browse these connections so that they could monitor the condition of the world and their old friends who now walks the human world with the grace that could only dignify those with experience. They have experience too, of a different kind, all collected from the vast brains and words of those
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<intermission>
Hi, there Nate here :) I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand. After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery. This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady. There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate. Have fun reading, please do leave comments~
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Chapter 37 (part 4)
Small-stature wobbled from their place in shock and confusion. They could hear voices, words they thought would not be possible to understand even if they have a sprinkle of memories of being able to say such things, such words. Vocabulary had almost slipped their still able memory of what they seem to perceive as their selves before this blind-like body.Their comrade underlings did not comprehend the creature in front of Small-stature, making them react in a scared way, almost darting to scurry in escape. Managing to hail them back into the premise of Small-stature’s vicinity was easy, what with One-arm herding them back to where they are.“My, forgive me. It seems like you are a newborn to this body.” Soft-spoken, as Small-stature calls them, listened to them say. “Let me soothe your worries, we are not here to relish harm upon our fellow. Rather, guide them.”Hearing and understanding what Soft-spoken said took about a few seconds of Small-stature’s comprehension, but their underl
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Chapter 37 (part 3)
Two presences from the premise disappeared when the small-statured creature sensed the sensation of an optimal sound and light came from underneath the ground. There was a pause as they waited for the arrival of this, oh so, comforting resonance.Anticipation. Tension. Pause.There was a definite halt in their senses when another sensation overpowered their most awaited event, that was just been triggered moments ago. Because of this, they knew that there was something wrong. Something that would bring them great demise and abandonment, even if they know they could survive without this “thing.”Grasping this “thing” was an answered prayer they knew would be something that could help develop their comrades and these sweet-scented underlings of theirs. Telling them that they would grow and develop into better creatures that could well benefit each other. Without words, just sounds and resonance, deeds.Still, they could not help but waver in tenacity when they felt the loss of this “thi
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Chapter 37 (part 2)
Waking up in another body is hellish beyond comparison. Imagine opening your eyes to blindness you didn't know existed, with the light coming from nowhere and everywhere. You don't see with your eyes, but you feel the world ten times stronger with nothing but your body who is sensitive to every kind of noise. Magic would have been more believable than realizing that your blindness is not caused by pain of any internal kind, but by your eyes absorbed inside your skull, sunken deep. Protected by a layer of skin thin but tough, while a substance within shakes and serves to stay it in place. Something moved within their skull, surreal but they could feel it moving with every shake and stir as if a jar of pickles with one pickle inside swimming in its vat of juice. Why am I comparing pickle to my situation? Calming themselves was easy, they “breathed” slow and steady, through a nose they could not feel or sense its presence on their face, but they know its there. Wildly adjusting their t
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Chapter 37 (part 1)
Chapter 37Skies don’t rain beans or bacon, but Horaz, who’s gotten himself used to the way the Primer identity roams his mind, sees that this Primer sure knows how to mix the setting they stand in by displaying all food he’s been craving for. Nothing beats being human and wanting nothing but to satiate your day with all the good comfort food that lives in your head, at least the ones you’ve tasted before.He has been yearning to eat more than raw meat, which his tongue and throat burned from the bitter taste, not sweet or delectable, but bitter and tangy at the same time. The youth of sixteen years has not tasted flesh the same way it’s described with a raw steak, though he prefers well done, he probably would have had the chance to taste raw steak in the time his family would celebrate special occasions.But he prefers well-done steak, baked beans, and the occasional tacos on the weekends. Softshell because he needs to cater to his girlfriend’s taste for cleanliness, hence food with
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Chapter 36 (part 7)
“Stand… down,” Akyl said slowly to the escorts. Her eyes watched the one arm that clung to the tail.She could tell that the tail, or the identity that controlled it, is strong today. There must be a correlation between their method of physical examination and their tail’s response to their body. Rather, she could sense that Horaz is just realizing that there was more to the process happening in his Primer body and just noticing it now.The other escorts, with guns that bore metal ammunition, followed through but the tranquilizer bearer did not ease his aim. The escort shook his head in rejection of her request and Akyl had to acknowledge this.Purce stood still, feeling her tension, more from fear, stiffen her body. The only part that could move was her eyes and she watched in anticipation if the doctor would do something first, or the Primer’s tail.Because, by now, she could see that the Primer is not just fighting the tail but struggling to keep its hold. The twitching stopped for
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Chapter 36 (part 6)
The confines of Horaz’s room remained cold with the sprinkle of “nature’s touch,” meaning the occasional soil and other debris that could serve as “entertainment options.” Noticing the Primer consciousness be a creature of boredom was one the laboratory did not expect, and so did Horaz.Discovering this was not hard to conclude when the Primer tends to play and hunt the staff and escort that enters its domain whenever they feed or try to clean his “room.” At most, if they didn’t leave any kind of living creature to distract the Primer during its stay in the laboratory, the likeliness of it trying to destroy their place seemed likelier.Reina remembered the kind of creature the first Primer was, despite staying for only a few days in their presence. This alpha Primer did things in calculated actions as if, the creature itself wanted things to go their way so it could pretend to give them what they want.She concluded this according to how the staff then felt its actions were much devis
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Chapter 36 (part 5)
Purce had to double take, knowing that the answer used, one thump of any body part meant “no.” Hastily, she signaled to Elbi that Horaz – the human consciousness, did not agree to the next procedure.Because of this, Moss suddenly wondered why the electrical current request they were aiming to control, and monitor stopped. She saw from her peripheral that Dr. Akyl left her post, the other touchscreen panel, and approached Elbi and Purce.Elbi was adjusting the program, already on its way to booting up enough electrical charges in the ideal percent, but an abrupt stop in this charging requires a reset for the application and machine. Because if it did not stop and proceed to use for its intended purpose, it would go haywire or overflow.The very machine of the gurney can only hold enough electrical charge, the extra energy that flows through the needles are nodes that cannot let one charge in it stay still. It must go through and ride the sails and winds or else it will burn. This is n
