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Never Split the Party
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March 7th
Today is also March 7th~
Note: Get her a gift!
< Is this going through properly March?
> smug March 7th emoji
Looking up from my newly acquired phone, March stares at me in a pose nearly identical to the sticker sent to me. A coy smile on her face as I pocket the device. The deep pockets of the long pants easily allowing it to slide in.
"Looks like it works." My response to the point, but the amusement on my face is not easily concealed. A click from March's phone captures the moment as I raise an eyebrow.
"Aren't you going to use your Instant Camera?" She rolls her eyes lightly with a smile at my comment.
"I'll print them out later, carrying around an album's worth of pictures while we run around is a lot of work." A light snort leaves my lips, and she lets out a pout.
"Hey!"
"Sorry, It's just I can vividly imagine you doing that."
"Whatever, let's go!" Grabbing my hand she drags me as we sprint past the docking area and into the actual station. Wading through the sea of people and past the crowd, we go up a ramp with what seems to be security guards at the top. They throw a few glances at us before returning to their previous posture.
Luckily March doesn't try to barrel past them and through the door at the top of the ramp, instead she turns around and points me towards the train and other docked ships. The massive blue planet in the distance drawing my gaze, its sheer size drawing me in. I'd seen pictures of Earth before, but it's enrapturing actually being here.
The stirring of the crowd as the trade goods and services, the warm light of the ships, the advanced architecture dwarfing everything else. . . all of it forms a complete picture. The picture of a space station in all of its otherworldly glory.
"Wow."
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" March snaps a picture of my face as I'm stuck in awe, Dan Heng jogging up the ramp to regroup with us, my completely forgotten sword hanging at her hip. A mildly annoyed expression on her face fading away as she confirms we didn't do anything stupid or dangerous.
Then all of the sudden I hear the sound of barking behind me, March lets out a small gasp as a small white dog growls at me, Dan Heng's eyes narrowing slightly as she prepares to defuse the situation. A teenager chasing after the dog comes out of the formerly sealed door with a distraught expression on his face.
I frown slightly at the angry little guy, he must not be good with strangers. Though why does it only seem to not like me? March's eyes flick over to me before turning to the dog with an appalled look on her face and seeming to chew him out. The teenager scoops the dog up in his arms.
"He doesn't smell like that!" I- what? The dog seems to calm down slightly in the arms of the teenager, but still giving me a death glare.
"I don't smell like what?"
"This dog is saying you smell . . ." An awkward pause forms as she seems to not be able to bring herself to say it, which is taken advantage of by the teenager so that he can get some words in on the situation. His words distracting me from March for the moment.
"I am so, SO, sorry about him! He's usually never like this!"
"It's not a big deal," the previous moment was ruined, but I don't have the heart to chew out some kid and his pet dog. It was probably just nervous anyways.
"Peppy, don't harass strangers." The dog is softly set on the ground and seems to relax slightly as March . . . March talks to the dog who seems to listen closely.
"Peppy right? Don't be mean to Sam, even if you think he smells like crushed bug soup." I flinch at the comment, fucking Bug Bitch cursing dogs to not like me. If I needed anymore reasons to hate the guy. Then I pause, March actually can speak to animals. Huh. March makes her way over after a brief discussion with the small animal, who seems to be following her.
"Peppy is going to follow us around, he doesn't want you getting into trouble." My eyebrow twitches at the dog deadpanning in my direction. While Dan Heng just looks mildly amused at the reaction, perhaps she's just happy to have some help watching the two of us.
"Are you some kind of Disney Princess?" She smiles at my comment, unfortunately Welt nowhere near to appreciate my joke in full.
"Princess? I like the sound of that!" Her smug smile and puffed up chest is a clear indicator of her swelling feelings.
"Hey there, I'm Arlan Head of Security and I'd like to formally apologize to you about this incident." There's no way he's a teenager, he has to just be really short. There's no way a teenager is in charge of anything on a fucking space station.
"I'm Sam, and don't worry about-" A massive creaking sound takes hold of the space station as an explosion fires in the distance. Screams and shouts echo throughout the supply zone as people flee in all directions. Some towards the docked ships, many of which start to take off, and many rush through a large shutter door at the base of the ramp.
Dan Heng is the first to react, drawing her spear as her eyes narrow. Reaching down she holds out the short sword at her side.
"Do you know how to use this?"
"The pointy end goes in, and don't hurt yourself?" Her expression is grim but she hands me the weapon nonetheless. It feels light in my hand, but the weight of the situation presses down on me. A situation I rapidly realize I have information on. However, a screaming researcher beats me to the punch.
"T-The Antimatter Legion is here!" Hundreds of obsidian monsters flooded with a starry energy break through the space station's protective film and start boarding immediately. As they approached and panic increased I finally got a good look at the scourge of the universe. The game did not do them justice, their jagged bodies and glowing frames pouring out through the rapidly repairing barrier.
Arlan's weapon, a short sword glowing with a dangerous light, is already drawn as he begins to give out orders to the surrounding guards. As well as to many others through a walkie talkie at his hip.
I barely make out his words as my mind stirs in a panic, is it already happening? The attack that started off the game is already happening. But we literally just got here- Then I pause my thoughts as my face pales. The crew had to stop to pick me up, and most likely delayed the warp because of my weakened state. They must have got here a day and a half later than normal, a restock can take up to a week after all, they weren't necessarily in a rush to get here.
What other changes could my mere presence have caused? My mind starts to filter in Arlan's words after the realization, a whisper of a wriggling insects building in the back of my head.
"-stop the people attempting to evacuate and take them to the Safe rooms! The legion will tear them apart in outer space! Everyone else, stay vigilant and move as many people as you can to defensible areas away from the outer walls of the station!"
"The three of you, my squad can handle this area without support. If you are able to fight please go with Peppy deeper into the station and help who you can." His expression is grim, as the sound of screams echo out. Without waiting for a response he runs past me and jumps off the ramp onto the lower platform.
Gunfire rings out, and pinkish blue ice fired from March's bow shatters a few of the floating orbs rushing towards our group, Dan Heng however takes quick action by following the small dog through the door.
"You heard him, let's go."
"But what about Welt and Himeko?!"
""They'll be fine."" The two say in unison as black holes and drone fire appear on the battlefield. Sword armed monsters are ripped to pieces, centaurs are trampled, and many other obsidian legionnaires are crushed, stabbed, and shot.The screams of humans also echo out, as I spot many of the guards and civilians that are being evacuated get brutally murdered less than a hundred feet away from me. I stand still, just watching it happen. The panic in the air causing my brain to nearly short circuit itself.
A strong hand grabs me and Dan Heng's expression is worried, yet also frustrated.
"Sam, we need to go. If you are going to freeze up, go with the other civilians." I shake my head in slight disarray, many of those people were powerless as the legion slaughtered them. I feel safer with these two.
Though, I'm not just here out of self preservation. I can't just sit back and watch people get killed in front of me, I wouldn't call myself the best person but I'm not a heartless monster. Especially since I'm allegedly some kind of demi-god. Resolve burning in my eyes as March also worriedly turns to me. The words leave my mouth as I run them through my mind.
"I am going to fight." My hand clenches around the sword handle as I sprint after Peppy, the buzzing in my brain getting louder. March and Dan Heng caught up to me immediately. The adrenaline burns through me as we go through a room with a few staff being escorted in the opposite direction.
"So, any ideas on what we're going to do when we encounter the Legion?"
"Crush them!"
"I'll take the front, cover March while she gives supporting fire and makes ice barriers." Sprinting around a couple corners we come face to face with a Voidranger in a doorway aiming its massive cannon in our direction as it spins around towards us. The sound of crawling bugs starts to feel like it's splitting my skull open, my entire body shaking violently as I attempt to focus and ignore the feeling.
A gust of force bursts out at Dan Heng's movement, driving a spear through its head and kicking its cannon off to the side. Her speed far exceeding anything I'd ever seen a human perform.
Nearly sliding forward I grab my sword just a little bit tighter, and move forward into the long room ahead of us. Voidrangers all around us, my companions take the lead immediately.
Dan Heng blitzes forward like a hurricane while March remains a few feet away and fires out a volley of pinkish blue arrows. Massive barriers of ice flash freeze a few of the bastards as Dan Heng shreds through the others with her spear.
A door bursts open to the left of us without warning as it cracks open, and a Voidranger with blades for arms swings down towards me and March, ready to slice the two of us open.
The instantaneous terror hits my body in waves, the fear for myself, March and Dan Heng, and finally the Station. The fear in my eyes is reflected in March's as she starts to create a frozen barrier. A barrier blocking the blade descending towards me, but not towards herself as she desperately throws up a hand in panic. The buzzing in the back of my head only growing louder, searing pain behind my eyes threatening to make them burst outwards in agony.
However, despite the overwhelming pain my mind can only see the woman in front of me about to die.
Can she take the hit? Or is this the end for March 7th? Someone who has been nothing but kind to me since I've arrived in this fucked up reality. Someone who would go on to do great things with the Astral Express. Someone who would die because of my presence.
Then my body moves. The wingbeats of tiny locusts in my mind reaching their crescendo, and causing me to Propagate. Pain fades in my nervous system and becomes a wriggling feeling of warmth permeating my body. My strength multiplied, a well of energy bursting forward from the depths of my body as a faint film of purplish pink energy appears around me.
Tackling forward I slam into the bastard, sending him recoiling backwards in the direction he came. Before he slams into the wall as it dents, the creature's body cracking as it shatters.
The energy inside me buzzes and squirms, begging to be released. I can feel my cells extending, my body multiplying. But seeing the worried face of March and Dan Heng I shut the wriggling sensation down, the instincts of my newfound power being outweighed by my desire to not lose what I only so recently have found myself alongside. I quell the energy, and it disappears, disappointed.
"What the hell?" I weakly mutter, I-I didn't clone myself? I clutch my knees as I lean down from the exertion, a smile starting to creep onto my face as I realize something. If I don't clone myself but use that burst of power instead, then I can still do something without having to expose my connection to that Bug Fucker.
"Sam! Are you alright!" March's words only stoke a fire in me at the realization that I have fucking SUPERPOWERS! A stupid yet strained grin on my face as I let out a light affirmative to her question.
"So you can turn pink, and I make pink ice! I knew we had some kind of connection!" She chirps out happily as her and Dan Heng finish off the other Voidrangers near us. Making me feel better about my freaky powers? Damn, she really is beautiful.
"I'm glad you think so highly of me March, but we should probably keep moving." Dan Heng doesn't even acknowledge my freaky powers, probably already expecting something odd. Instead she nods her head in approval of my words before heading through the door I'd knocked the legionnaire through, much to my relief. Yet instead of moving forward her jaw clenches.
"Do we have a map?" Looking over her shoulder at the dead end my mind blanks. Fuck, where are we even going? Suddenly a bark from Peppy alerts us that we might actually have one. The small animal dashing down the hallway through March's legs and towards a large door.
We continue sprinting down the hall after the little guy, and then down a ramp through a large hexagonal door. Setting us into a massive multi layered room. Gunfire rings out throughout it, mostly from far below us where countless guards and Legionnaires clash brutally. A small girl with a big hammer standing out among their number, and dealing with many of the obsidian creatures.
The open door just above us however has more of those fuckers rushing in our direction. Are they just endless? I attempt to channel that same energy as earlier in order to support Dan Heng at the front, and to my surprise it comes forth with ease.
As I fill myself with the energy it eventually stops. As though I were a bottle of water filled to the brim, with no more space inside my existence. The benefits are immediate, I feel stronger, faster, my thoughts accelerated.
Rushing forward I swing my blade through the body of another bastard, and another, and another. Swarming forward I punch deep into the head of a Legionnaire, crushing its head into paste as I continue to move. My eyes strain against my skull as I carve them apart. The beast's I slay scatter to dust as I hack them apart, until one of them grabs my shoulder.
Whirling around I see the worried expression of Dan Heng, nearly cleaving her head off before I stop myself and forcefully quell the energy inside me. I knew using the power of that fucker would have a catch. Or is it just the stress of this fucked up situation?
"Take a deep breath. Confusion in battle is normal for the uninitiated." Following her words I steady my breathing, and my heart rate slows back to a normal rate over the course of a few seconds. Dan Heng really is a reliable gal.
"Thank you, I'm ready to keep pushing forward."
"Then I'll trust my back to you." With a smirk she walks past me and up the ramp. She's got good one liners as well . . . She might be the perfect woman. Looking at her back as she rises I also spot her toned behind as she moves upwards. Definitely perfect. Damn it, now is not the time to be horny. However, the hug from the cute girl next to me doesn't help.
"My first time was rough as well!" That really doesn't help. Lightly shaking March off with a blush as Peppy barks at me I follow Dan Heng up the ramp and into an empty room. A massive elevator shaft standing before us.
"Should we use it?"
"If we can use the elevator to get down lower and help the others we should."
Nodding, I turn to March who's already entering the small room. Dan Heng standing beside her as I go to enter. Peppy however stands behind me with a glare, not allowing me to 'pull any nefarious tricks' I'm sure. I move to the door and it slams shut in front of me before a red hexagon of lights appears around it.
"You have got to be fucking with me."
I hear banging and a shout on the other side of the elevator, I reach out to try and grab it so my friends don't leave me behind in this death trap. However another massive explosion rocks the station, completely rotating gravity on myself and sending me spiraling out the way we came and into the chasm below.
As I flip and turn through the air I just barely manage to grab the ball of white fur as it howls in a panic and tuck it into my chest. As much as the little guy seems to hate me I'll at least try to soften his fall with my body.
"FUUUUUUUUUU-ow" Looking down at the floor around me, a massive amount of Legionnaires lay crushed and broken, human corpses also scattered about. Though instead of being in shock of the bodies, I'm more shocked about how the hell I'm still alive. That was at least 200 ft I just fell, and I'm only slightly roughed up. The small dog running out of my grasp and towards the woman in front of me. A girl with a hammer over her shoulder stares down at me with a blank expression.
"This is Herta, I'm busy right now. This is my ranged puppet's automatic defense mode, please follow it to safety as it protects your useless self."
I remember seeing Herta being released as an Emanator, so this puppet drone is actually a little familiar to me in my memory. Though I thought it would act more sentient than this. Bringing myself to my feet I look down at the gynoid as it stares up at me with a blank expression.
"I'm going to fight."
"Please cease your inane ramblings and follow this puppet to safety, otherwise I'll fire you."
"I don't even work here." There's a pause as the gynoid looks stumped, her threats useless to a jobless bum like me! I nearly cry tears of joy at the sudden realization, I don't have to go to work tomorrow!
"Fine, you can assist with combat. But don't blame me if you get yourself killed. Go through the elevator - error - error - error," The drone starts stuttering and suddenly it's posture completely changes.
It looks upwards towards me with a curious light gleaming in its eyes as it softly pets the dog next to it.
"Oh? Looks like even a hopeless fool can be useful." My lip twitches in annoyance at her words.
"What the hell are you talking about?" My tolerance for bullshit is rapidly declining, just like my altitude from that fall. The drone doesn't even acknowledge me as its eyes gleam with electric light, before a grin breaks out on her face.
"There you are, little hacker." Hacker? Did someone sabotage the elevator? If I ever find this 'little hacker' I'm gonna punch' em right in the face. Turning to the drone which might be controlled by the actual Herta, I ignore the sheer audacity of what I'm asking and push forward at the lady.
"Hey! The hell do I do now?" She doesn't even turn around as she speaks, her form walking through the doorway. The small dog giving me a curious look before following her, some of its aggression fading in response to recent events.
"Take the secondary elevator and go left if you want to help fight the legion, I have no interest in you beyond this, so get lost." Then the door slams shut. My expression is a thin line as I turn towards the elevator. Pacing towards it I'm not sure if I can trust such an elusive 'creature', but I'm not certain if I even have a choice in the matter.
I've got to regroup with my friends, and thinking about it now the Protagonist might also be there. Or is the timeline fucked up now? Running a hand through my hair with stress I move into the elevator as it begins to move me upwards. The elevator ride slow, playing boring music as I tap my foot in impatience.
Just gotta go left or whatever, right? The elevator dings as it comes to a halt after a solid minute and a half of waiting. No matter what universe you find yourself in, elevator rides are always slow and boring.
It plops outwards into a room filled with different boxes. A woman standing still at its center. Her back turned to me, wine collared hair in a loose ponytail falling down her back. Her sexy black jacket having the form of a spider as she turns around towards me. Her long legs easily making the movement. And with the faint blush on my face from her overwhelming beauty, her words causing a strange sensation to begin weaving into my mind.
"Why don't you focus on my words sweetie?"
Dan Heng POV
The elevator door slamming shut in front of us was not according to plan. Deftly striking forwards with Cloud Piercer the elevator door dents, but does not break under the force of my attack.
"Sam!" March's voice echoes out as my teeth expression twists in anger. Leaving Sam alone could potentially get him injured or worse.
"March, does the control panel still work?"
"I'll check-" An explosion rings out, the elevator rapidly falling as the grinding of metals echo in the area. Sending us plummeting downwards with extreme force. Grabbing March I tug us to the floor and push us flat on the ground as fast as I can, moments later we bounce into the air and I catch myself and March as we are bound in the air. Our injuries minimal from the previous action and our durability as Pathstriders.
"Thank you Dan Heng," I smile at her words, protecting my Family is something I will always be proud of.
Looking out at the partially wrecked door and into the vast open room I pace out, weapon drawn. March taps away on her phone, presumably messaging Sam before her expression twists in anger. She holds it outwards for me to blatantly see that-
"It's not working!" Then suddenly her phone beeps. Letting out a sigh of relief that rapidly morphs to confusion at the new message. March darts her phone back to check the message with anticipation, coordinates present of the phone. The location barely fifty meters away. The sender Anonymous.
My glare is like twin arrows as I pull the pieces together, whoever sent this here and now certainly had a hand in the elevator just so happening to bring us to the correct floor. As I leave the elevator my eyes scan in the direction, and spot an unconscious girl collapsed against a wall.
"March, there's someone at the coordinates." Her bothered expression at our current situation fades for a moment before she nods. She is always excited to help some in need. That's just the type of person she is.
"If they sent these coordinates then maybe they need help?"
"Weren't their coordinates sent out from the space station...?" This anonymous sender seems to know a lot about what's going on in the station.
"Who cares? They're here and alive. Do they look like a mannequin to you?" I quickly check her body, only to realize she is fading fast.
"...Weak heartbeat and pulse... March, you better do CPR."
"Huh!? Hehe... I—I've never done it before! Dan Heng, you do it!"
I move my lips in towards the gray haired girl, it's been a while since I've done anything like this so it would be a shame to fall short- A hand pushes my face to the side, March's voice echoing out in joy.
"Wait - Stop it!" I blink my eyes wide, the golden orbs of the previously unconscious girl staring back at me in a haze. "They're awake!"
Her hand rises to her head, a confused expression on her face as she tries to take in her surroundings. March's voice is slightly panicked as she speaks out. She had a similar reaction when we found Sam, automatically assuming him to be an amnesiac as well.
"Are you all right? Can you hear me? Do you remember your name?"
"I... don't remember a thing." The girl mutters out dazedly as the words roll through my mind. A small grin on March's face, yet the empathy in her eyes is as clear as day.
"Aw, this isn't good... Can you try harder? I'm sure you can at least remember your name…" There's a flicker of desperation in her tone, but as I reach out a hand to stop March from pressing the poor girl she speaks up with an answer. An answer that brings us a small sense of relief to the current situation.
"My name is Stelle."
Sam POV
Damn, she's hot as fuck. A voice like flowing water, beautiful in just about every way possible, and her style is immaculate. Personally the spider jacket is what does it for me, spiders eat those annoying bugs after all.
Seeing my dazed expression she seems slightly annoyed and begins to shoo me away.
"Forget you ever saw me and stay out of my way."The words she uses and the webs they attempt to implant in my mind are ripped to pieces by the shredding jaws of theSwarm. Raising an eyebrow at the sexy and vaguely familiar woman I speak up.
"I don't think it would be that easy to forget someone as beautiful as you." A perfect smile on her face as she mutters out two words. A submachine gun appearing in her hand as it aims right at me. FUCK AM I THAT BAD AT FLIRTING!
"Found you." My face drains of color as bullets fly toward my legs, throwing myself behind a metal crate my heart slams in my chest.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" Why do the sexiest women have to be the most insane?!
"Sorry sweetie, I just need to give you a little push." Her heels click against the ground and a small object lands next to me. HOLY FUCK IS THAT- A massive explosion causes my ears to ring as the grenades goes off. My arms attempting to shield my body in a panic from the blast.
Flying backwards into the wall I look down at my shaking arms, burn marks on my skin from the blast and small amounts of shrapnel in my skin. Yet I'm alive, thank fuck for Emanator bullshit.
Ok, looks like I have to fight this crazy lady. My hand reaches for my blade only to find it completely missing. The ever reliable Dan Heng no longer here to hand it back to me after I certainly forgot it during the fall.
I'm an Emanator, I can do this. Just activate my bullshit powers and rush her. Hopefully I can take some gunfire. Channeling that squirming energy I rush over the half crushed crate and towards the woman who only seems to get more beautiful as I approach.
Sending out a fist flying in her direction she easily weaves under it and pulls out a sword from nothingness. I really need to learn how to do that. It swipes towards me, and I jump to the side.
A newly drawn submachine gun pelting my chest and pushing me back into a wall, though not seeming to pierce my skin despite the immense pain the gunfire caused. Pushing through the feeling I go to kick her on the side only to gaze down in horror as her blade slices through my thigh. The energy I'd channeled throughout my body cracking and breaking down from the sheer shock of the attack.
A seductive smile on her face as I tumble to the ground and roll at least ten feet from the pure force I'd put into the attack.
My teeth grit in agony my phantom leg burning in pain, the fiery sensation causing a stifled scream to try to wreck havoc out from my throat.
"F-Fuck you!" A coy grin blooms upon her features, the following words that leave her mouth going right through me as she laughs faintly and rubs a gloved hand on my cheek.
"Maybe someday sweetie." Her sexy voice making a singular fact very clear. This bitch is crazy.
The burning turns to a freezing sensation and my consciousness starts to fade as she walks away, giving a small hand wave towards my prone form. I have to stop the bleeding or I'm going to die. My mind swims in agony, but as I try to tear the shirt from my body in order to use it as a makeshift bandage I fail. Curse Welt's clothes for being more reliable than my leg.
Or perhaps I'm just far too weak from the blood loss, a faint energy however reminds me that I have strength to call upon. So I pull and pull again as the energy fills my body once again. My mind stops its rambling and allows me to focus for a moment despite the situation.
Unless something changes, I am going to die. I am going to die of blood loss to some psycho bitch. I, an Emantor of Propagation, is going to die to some random lady for a reasons that don't make any damn sense!
No, that's complete and utterbullshit. I refuse to die here like a pathetic worm! I want to go on adventures! I want to have fun with the Astral Express! I want to help this fucked up universe! And . . . I also want to get laid! But that's not the highest on my priority list right now! I have the opportunity of a lifetime and I can't, no I WON'T throw it away.
My thoughts run wild and, I lose the final grip on my ability. I can't stop it from happening, the true power of an Emanator leaks out as I lay down in resignation. Whatever, I guess my clone can push forward in my stead. Fuck em up Sam two.
Then my powers warp and twist as my cells extend. Acknowledging my desire to live, toPropagate, and to truly enjoy life to the fullest. The energy moves from my body to my phantom leg and- woah. The tingling warmth makes me feel like heroin just got injected straight into my brain. No wonder those bugs like cloning themselves if it feels like this everytime. Yet, no clone appears. My prone body still alive despite my wounds . . . ?
Blinking myself out of the stupor I look down to the former stump, the pant leg torn off but the limb restored. I-I'm not going to die! A stupid smile breaks out on my face as tears spill forward from my eyes. My entire existence I've just been pushing forward without a clear goal, just going through the motions of existing and when I finally found something to do. Something to look forward too, it was nearly stolen away from me.
Bringing myself to my feet a small smile breaks out on my face before turning in the direction the woman went. Dammit, she really was familiar. I know she had to have been in the game but where? With a grimace I take a metal pipe out of the smashed crate and feel it in my hands. Maybe I can steal- I mean 'borrow without permission' one of Herta's hammers if I find one laying around.
I need to regroup with my friends, and I need to help them with whatever fucked up shit is gonna happen. Nodding my head to myself I mutter a few words to myself as I go through a side door, making sure not to go in the direction of the horrifying woman.
"Alright, let's go fuck some shit up."
AN: I'm back! this chapter took some researching, had to look at maps and figure out the timeline of event for this part of the story. Finally Sam gets access to his powers! They aren't the biggest fan on him refusing to use them to their fullest potential but because of how Bug Dad juiced him up they are very heavily modified to at leasttryto play along with our Protagonist's desires. In other news, everyone's favorite racoon girl arrives and her sexy mom bullies Sam relentlessly! Perhaps things are changing more than expected with the presence of an outsider . . .
Next time, Sam learns more about his powers and helps fight a giant world destroying monster! Surely nothing will go horribly wrong.
As always please leave nice comments, they help drive my writing forwards, grammar and spelling corrections of course included! Not only do they do that but I've also gleaned lots of useful information that I may potentially be using in future chapters so keep it up readers! And thank you to all the artists for the artwork I'm 'borrowing' for this story
