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2024-10-29 19:42:56Four 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
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“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
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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.
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 27 (part 1)
Chapter 27In the middle bustle of the hospital noise drowning Betts as it did back at A-city during the incident, it came to her attention that she could feel a twitch. A trigger. Unlike she did before the incident. Deep within her mind, suppressed, is a fear that the loud voices become alarming and dangerous. Wary as she may be, she acknowledges that nothing will harm her in this place.Getting used to being alone after days of Trust hovering over her, and their bond formed stronger than their friendship within days, she’s come to accept how easy she could miss him. What with the changes in her body instigating instincts that did not exist prior, the new constitution of her body brings high anxiety crutch. Still, it did not change the fact she grows lonesome without him.When she thinks of things to compare this feeling. She once had to dismiss a portion of a game she was playing, describing to her viewers that “it&rsquo
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Betts could imagine her younger brother's eyebrows crossing, elegantly. His eyebrows are perfectly trimmed, from the salon, with the intent of keeping them to perfection every time. She watched in fascination how he could work and be a perfectionist to his appearance, the same way Teyarri does. At least, Teyarri does it for her work, while Quin does it for his vanity.“Hearing it on the phone makes sense, but—let’s video call then, hah.” Quin quickly instigated the call.She had to quickly move from her face to the window for better lighting when the camera of her phone opened. On the screen is her brother, younger but more stressed, glasses perched on top of his head while sweat dripped from the side of his face. His countenance doesn't look as frivolous as it did in his younger years.Still pleasant and clean looking but more academic chic than quirky like he used to wear. Hair cut shorter with a hint of white while his si
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The doctor’s room was on the few lower floors of the building, meant to have ease of access for the patients, while the in-patient wards are all accessible by the elevators and a few escalators. This floor has only escalators and stairs, with four elevators at each cardinal point of the building.Things look far too calm on these floors since every room is fitted with its very own lounge, reception, and bed meant for the patients for checkups. The doctor’s office is in a separate room at the back with a window view of the outside. They are fitted with interior and furniture for comfort and ease of mind, like the concept of green walls to rest one’s eyes from any kind of strain.Color theory aside, green is not the color used for the walls, nor present in any of the doctor’s offices who was assigned to Lena. He was old and stern, with a mustache that was perfectly trimmed to frame his lips. When he spoke to Lena and Betts about the
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There was no chance for Lena to press the call button for any resident help or a chance for Betts to react quickly due to Lena’s erratic reaction. How much did she try to crawl out of her bed as she struggled to maintain her cool as she felt herself become breathless?The wonder here was why was she crawling out or even reaching over the door. What was clear, though, is the haunted wheezing look on her face as she reached out to her daughter. The alarm was not even the first thing on Betts mind but horror at seeing her mother look like she was on the verge of death.Reaching over to help her first, Betts carried her while trying her best to unscramble her thoughts. Until she heard her mother’s words in between her wheezing did alarm set in her, something she tried to suppress or could stop, momentarily, for fear she might misstep any kind of action she would take.Placing her mother, in seconds, on the bed and trying her best to let her
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Another memory played as Horaz stayed in mid-air, looking through his “outside the damned body” vision, but opened his eyes again so he could watch a few years younger Perri and his walk into his room. The walls are plastered with sticky putty or tape that couldn’t be cleaned, anymore, plus stain’s no one knows where they came from. Several of his clothes are hung from a makeshift hanger bar on one side and his bed on the other, his cabinet couldn’t be used for all the other clothes inside since he’s not the only one using the room, but at that moment the two of them were alone.He remembers this memory since many moments Perri spent with him are memorable to him. This wasn’t the first time they’d spent studying together in his room. At times, they would have little time to spend because of their different roles at school, him at his soccer practice and her in her council duties, but they try to find time no matter
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 28 (part 1)
Chapter 28Pens of diverse inks are scattered on the office table Akyl is currently using, not the one provided for her in a separate room, but the one inside the observation deck she promptly made into her spot. Eyebags deep set under her eyes and cheeks tainted with ink blots were the only other indicator that she’s been busy on her own making written reports of her work in the Northwoods Lab. Under Reina’s instigation, she volunteered with gusto to implement her narrative goal even if she didn’t like Reina one bit.Suspicious of Reina’s actions and goals, she didn’t bother letting herself be in the gripes of anger and the grief-driven motivation Akyl is housing inside her. Finishing her message to her family, how they are and what they’re doing, she’s been simmering this unreasonable thought of having to answer a curiosity and challenge she could swear was only but a triviality.Still, to h
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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 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
