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twitchesandstitches · 5 years ago

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Commission of a brain-growth Konyyl and a hyper muscular Polypa growing bigger!

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Konyyl Okimaw felt the light flowing through her. It meshed with the cybernetics in her head, firing up her brain and upraising her thoughts, and for a moment, she thought she felt her skullplates tingle.

It felt good; her thoughts ran faster, felt more clear, and she felt… not smarter, exactly, but favorable.

“Hey,” said Polypa up above her.. “You doing okay?”

Konyyl glanced up at her. Polypa bounded atop a large exercise machine she’d assembled herself (if not terribly elegantly), lifting herself up with muscle power alone, and she swung up high. She moved impossibly high, blurring fast, and it seemed that the wind itself bent around her, buoying her higher still. There was no indication of actual powers over the wind. But she had momentum, her drive spilling out into the world around her, and Konyyl…

Konyyl’s head tingled more as the light shone forth inside her, and she saw clearly. She saw the power in Polypa. It was like a moving breath, like the true reality-shape of the idea of movement and drive, in all its forms and variations, coming down to her and then pulsing into the world around her. It was in her muscles, most of all, and before her, they visibly swelled.

“Yep,” Konyyl said, watching with clear admiration.

And then Polypa crashed to the ground, making a crater. She stood up, and was so unaffected by it, she yawned and patted the slight gut she’d been developing since her powers first properly manifested.

Polypa grinned beneath her bandages and flexed. “Not bad, huh?”

Konyyl smirked. “Nah,” she said, standing up to her full height and walking to Polypa. Around them, the old ruins they had decided to spend a few months in solitude together to safely develop their powers without fear of collateral damage stood tall; there were more gaps in the wall then there was actual wall, but there was still enough structure to build a proper shelter into it. It was at least enough for them to camp out and make their meals.

Something big lumbered out there; both Polypa and Konyyl turned, but nothing appeared before them, and they relaxed. Another hunt would not be needed, but as it were, they had no shortage of meat.

As Polypa kept moving, it was protective. She stood in front of Konyyl, as if to ward away damage, and something stood out to the latter.

Polypa looked… taller. Konyyl remembered always towering over her, and they were well past their adult molts, but even so, as Polypa turned around, the single eye uncovered by the medical bandages was on the same level as her own.

Konyyl wondered if that was a thing that happened, when someone strong gained the powers of the gods of Breath. It didn’t occur to wonder to her what happened to someone like that with the Light.

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Konyyl knew, as everyone did, what the source of their powers were; the gods themselves. The gods were, very obviously, real. Their powers alone pervaded the world, shaping it and giving it form. In the more literal and immediate sense, they gave power to mortals, bestowing upon them a fraction of their own limitless spheres of influence, and a direct connection to the gods made their existence somewhat hard to deny if you didn’t want to play contrarian for the sake of it.

There were, roughly, two sets of gods, though they all were part of the same broad group. There were the oldest gods, who had made the trolls like Konyyl and Polypa. There were the younger gods, who made the humans. Together, they had both set the carapacians free from their servitude in bygone days, and both of the two sets had long since married into one great pantheon, and with their powers, had shaped the world with the same powers they gave worthy mortals.

Breath, the old stories went, to drive mortals onward. Blood to connect them as a single living community. Life to shape them, Doom to measure their span. Light to give them knowledge, Void to define what knowledge was. Time to forge a world for them to be in, and Space to make that world a reality. Heart to make them truly alive, Mind to make ‘alive’ mean anything for them. Rage to break down boundaries, and Hope to safeguard them with principles.

Konyyl and Polypa were two trolls who had passed the tests of aspiration, and they were attuned to Light and Breath, respectively. From then on, much of their lives had been spent honing those powers, in much the same way the gods themselves had. Konyyl, as part of her Light training, had learned more obscure secrets; that the gods had once played the game of universe. The eldest of them made the troll people, crafting them in their image, and bestowing upon them blood and powers in homage to the individual gods. In the course of time, said the old legends, they crafted a doomed world, but from it came the younger gods, who also joined the great game, and in doing so, all of them earned their divinity.

Konyyl’s powers illuminated, in the metaphorical sense. She wasn’t sure if her powers made her smarter, but she felt like she could think more clearly, and more quickly, and it felt so easy and fun to do it. And when she listened to these old stories, they sounded… right. When her powered were flowing (except that was Polypa’s thing; Konyyl always visualized her own powers as being like a light within, expanding her consciousness)

They shaped the world, and returned to the mysterious realms they had won, to continue the mysterious affairs of the gods. But before they left, the gods had created the people of the world; peopling it with those in their image; of the towering and powerful trolls, their blood vibrant with rainbow shades. The smaller and clever, enduring humans, who survived where others could not. The carapacians, who were said to have aided the gods and were rewarded with freedom from servitude and given a role in the world. And finally, the consorts, the small creatures whom the gods had labored to aid in their own quests. It was these last, the smallest and weakest of all, who had been trusted with the secrets of the gods, and whom the key to pass their powers down to.

The consorts didn’t much keep in touch with the modern ways of the world; others changed, but they didn’t. The world did what it wanted, and the consorts did their own thing. If people had lately taken to technological means of modifying their own bodies to do things like completely reworking their muscular systems, extensive cybernetic refits, brain augmentation hardware suites, or fully functional organic claws for humans or lusis-based overhauls for trolls, that was other people’s business.

Perhaps, some vague thing in Konyyl’s awareness suggested, the consorts should have at least asked if anything unusual might happen when someone with the right kind of modifications or even mutations embraced the gifts of the gods.

It might not have changed anything, but it would have at least given them time to plan for it and get excited ahead of time.

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It was normally tradition to remain at special facilities, like temples or universities, to continue training as disciples to the gods and refine the powers bestowed by them. This was at least tacitly to reduce collateral damage, since even though their powers were far from the world-wrecking wonders the most fanciful accounts and visions of the ancient times portrayed, they could still do a lot of damage. Polypa and Konyyl chose otherwise, preferring to sequester themselves in the wilderness and honing their powers there.

Also, Polypa might have broken a couple dormitories in an overly enthusiastic arm wrestling competition, and Konyyl claimed she didn’t mean to openly announce the high priest’s lottery scam after talking to him for five minutes and seeing the contents of all his plans. It worked out, pretty much.

Konyyl stifled a small and rather nasty smile as she thought about the damage; it was nice to leave your mark, and it was just worth it to watch the high priest’s look of serene disinterest just melt away.

Come to think of it, that was when her head had started tingling when her powers were really flaring up. Konyyl felt the back of her head, her claws touching at the join of plates that flared out into her mane, and she felt the cybernetics mounted directly into her plates, interfacing with her brain to buoy her thoughts and speed up information processing, chemicals produced by quasi-biological processes and pumped into her brain to keep recursively rebuilding it into better forms.

She glanced aside as Polypa, who was currently fixing up her exercise machine. She’d broken it, again, and she ran through them alarmingly fast. Polypa was definitely taller, but that might have been because of her cybernetics. They were subtle, the refits that plugged into important parts of the body and gradually redesigned it for maximum power and super-trollish capability, but you could still see the faint sub-dermal swells against her chitin, the little marks where they had been surgically inserted through. It was the same principle as her brain enhancements, if not the same technology, and Konyyl supposed it could extend bones and make your skeleton bigger; that’d make you taller.

It was just that Polypa, as long as she’d known her, had always been strong but it was a lean kind. She was fit, she was athletic, but it wasn’t the kind of physical power that manifested as big rock-breaking muscles. Polypa had always wanted that kind of look, though. Whereas currently, Polypa’s back was visible to Konyyl and was so ludicrously defined you could use it as an anatomical map.

Polypa turned. Her shoulders… yes. Her shoulders were broader around than Konyyl’s whole body. What was she pumping into herself to make her hips so big (and how were they swinging so good)? Her arms were broad like classic blueblood biceps, and a round, surprisingly hard gut projected out, seemingly pointed straight at Konyyl. The chitin plates on her gut looked surprisingly like really defined abs, too.

She wasn’t just buff; Polypa was getting shockingly huge. And, Konyyl had to admit. It was… kinda hot?

Konyyl had always been a big troll; she was buff, she was broader than most doorways, and her breasts big enough to require specially designed clothing; her hugs tended to leave people with difficulty breathing. It was… odd to see her friend gradually becoming bigger than her.

Polypa sat down on a makeshift bench next to her, and slugged down a big drink of water. “Hey, thick stuff. Pass me something to eat? I’m-” Her belly rumbled so loudly it cut her off.

It was the fourth time this hour alone that had happened. Wordlessly, Konyyl reached into a meal bag and pulled out an entire roast chainsaw weasel, a local beast that likes to dive into your face and weaponize its rotating bristles for a grisly effect. Polypa’s jaws unhinged, and she swallowed it whole.

She ate another three. “Guess working out and powering up is hungry work,” she said nonchalantly.

Konyyl was distracted by the interesting way the light played on her muscles. Was her chitin supposed to cling that tightly to them…?

“Hey.” Polypa reached forwards and played at her hair. “Your hair looks different. You cut it or something?”

She felt surprisingly cool; a few shades more jade then her own blood, maybe. Konyyl swallowed, trying to suppress the twisty feelings. “No way, I like my hair this way…!”

“Huh.” Polypa poked at the back of her head. “Your horns look different, too. Bigger, maybe? They’re definitely higher up.” she squinted. “You’re definitely looking thicker. Pretty sure your boobs weren’t always that big, and they’re pretty damn big.”

“...Huh.” Konyyl contemplated this, with a strange flush, and focused on Polypa’s increase in height. “Don’t suppose the people that trained you said anything about powers transforming you any?”

Polypa tilted her head. “I think so, but I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to be a big deal. Do you think you’re growing wings or something?”

“Nope.”

“Probably not a big deal, then.”

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A few months passed.

Konyyl taxed herself, posing herself ever more complicated and difficult questions and practical problems from a variety of books, each supposedly the engineering equivalent of those philosophical with no real answer, and she wasn’t sure she was supposed to have actually found solutions for them. She journeyed to nearby ruins, which somehow changed themselves to produce absurdly difficult puzzles, and day by day, she found them trivial to solve. The knowledge didn’t pour into her brain, it just felt more… obvious.

In her, the light shone forth, and her thoughts blazed like a sun. It shone all the brighter for a troll who was temperamentally ill-suited for cerebral work. The puzzle solving, at least, was to her liking; it tended to involve sliding big blocks around for some reason, and running around and jumping on platforms, and doing things.

Polypa did not do anything quite as interesting as that. When she explored the same ruins, she didn’t find puzzles. Instead, whether it was her getting horribly lost or the strange dungeons recreating themselves to make something more suitable, she found a vast obstacle course, and leering over them were horrible, dreadful things.

She told herself, they weren’t real. Nothing like that could be real. Nothing with so many eyes, with mouths hanging open in places that were just impossible.

And they chased her, and she fled. They were not something that could be fought, and when they came, she thought she heard the flames again, at her heels, and the warmth of them was upon her face again.

(She’d never told Konyyl how she got burned. She never wanted to. Some things ought to stay buried, along with the bodies responsible.)

And as they did, she fought the fear. She jumped the platforms, moving impossibly far, something more than mere muscle power carrying her aloft. She danced around sudden blades that bit and snapped out of nowhere, she let momentum carry her beneath barriers and she just kept going, and the beasts faded away behind her as she navigated her way through the maze. She passed her hand onto a blade on the way out, to test a theory, and she wasn’t surprised to find that her hand went right through it.

It wasn’t about danger; it was about her finding the determination to keep going, and turn that into something physical.

As those months passed, the divine energies settled into their bodies, merging with their biologies. Normally, there would have been some physical changes; it was hard to say how there wouldn’t be. Normally, they’d be mild; perhaps they’d grow taller, more outrageously buxom, as befit their body image. But, then again; both of them were so drastically mutated.

Those cybernetics were part of them, merged into their bodies, and the divine power flowed into them. And as the gods above watched, intrigued, it changed them.

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Konyyl pored over an ancient book she’d brought with her as a personal challenge. It was an old tome, written in the most incomprehensible codes devised by an ancient scholar many centuries ago specifically to be as hard to break as possible, and she had intended to keep looking at those codes and push her powers to try to understand them.

Her clothes felt tight, and she kept loosening them; her breasts spilled out her shirt window, rising towards her jaw, and she could feel her shorts getting compressed, the hems crawling closer towards her waist as her butt expanded…

The first few weeks of that happening every time her powers started working had been distressing. Now, as she felt her breasts sloshing with random movements, it was strangely comforting.

“Like, uh. Uh… yeah…” she mumbled. It was getting harder to find words; not harder to think, not in the least. But her thoughts were changing, twisting and growing like a tree growing its branches high, folding inwards and then growing again.

There! She felt something swelling, and she touched her head, and felt one of her implants. It had… grown.

And she felt her head growing, her skull shifting and grinding in a patient, calm way, and she put her heads to her temples as her head visibly swelled upwards, and then outwards, a round sphere slowly expanding and dwarfing her face.

Her brain, it was getting bigger.

And she could feel her mind changing. The light shone forth, ever brighter and more clearly, and she almost drooled as her thoughts multiplied tenfold, reaching a clarity of thought she hadn’t even thought possible. Suddenly, things that seemed obscured or impossible appeared, to her, blindingly obvious. In a flash of inspiration, she reached for the book, ignoring the weight of her head, and studied the inscriptions. She did some quick and rushed scratchings.

Not five minutes later, she smiled victoriously at a fairly rough (accounting for linguistic translation difficulties) but quite understandable translation of a code deliberately engineered to be impossible to break.

The enormity of what she’d done pressed on her.

“Oh,” she said softly, and as she did, she felt her lips grow just like her head was. Her power kept shining, and it flowed into the rest of her body. Her breasts grew, billowing outwards. Her hips grew, her butt fluxing outwards so much that the weight almost dropped her backwards, and the muscle of her body was lost in the soft flesh rippling over her now, every inch of her increasingly less fierce in appearance. And it felt so… good. Every inch of growth, the faint burn as she felt her body growing upwards, her body getting taller, was like a dozen warm fingers sliding across her with the greatest of expertise. “What’s happening ta me?”

She said it with a smile, however.

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As this very thing happened to Konyyl, Polypa was experiencing her own changes.

Her own powers were about perspective, and so she explored outwards, periodically killing any monster that had been left behind on the world (the gods, particularly their leaders, being notoriously scatterbrained) and threatened their training grounds, and she spotted such a beast.

She crouched atop a branch, acutely aware of her muscles growing, her gut sticking out and her breasts two notable weights on it, and as her power flowed through her, she felt it more keenly.

Her stomach was huge now; a big mass of flesh pressing over her thighs that would have looked gravid if not for how undeniably solid it was; when she walked into things and her gut hit a wall first, the wall broke. It was certainly one of the more surprising changes, but far from the only one.

The beast, a serpentine thing with various tentacles sliding beneath it, came close, and Polypa leapt. With a might cry, she swung out. Her fury flowed into her, her arm swelled, muscles expanding into enormous spheres of rock-hard muscle and breaking her chitin clean off-

Her blow landed, and the impact produced a crater.

Eventually, now covered in monster blood and bits of marmalized organs, Polypa stumbled out, coughing through the dust. She groaned, and turned about to look at her kill, and she looked up, and kept looking upwards. She saw the size of the impact wound she had made, and her jaw dropped beneath her bandages.

“Holy shit,” she said, grinning.

She considered her arm, which was still a massive bundle of muscles, and it wasn’t shrinking down. She flinched as her other arm itched, and a series of pinpricks spread down it, twitching and contorting in odd ways, and then the muscles there grew as well to match her enlarged arm, so that they were both just as nice and huge.

The same itch, slightly painful but still good, like a really intense molt, came over her whole body; she lurched up, her legs and torso elongating as she grew a couple feet, her powers suddenly flowing so ferociously that she couldn’t help but get bigger to properly embody it. Her cybernetics changed as well, poking out through her chitin and pumping their contents into her with more determination than ever.

“Mmph!” She said, muffled by her teeth and bandages; all her muscles were growing, all of them, swelling into metal-hard rigidity, and thne softening, layers of something like fat growing over them but mirroring the look of muscle definition so she looked impossibly shredded. Her breasts, perhaps as a consequence of that kind of fatty growth, billowed outwards, almost toppling her downwards.

She felt a ravenous hunger, and there was the beast she had slain, right in front of her, and she descended upon it, her jaws wide and opening impossibly wide for a troll; with ease, she swallowed it whole, her belly easily fitting even that behemoth, simply sliding it in and expanding to accomodate such a massive thing.

Even her internal muscles had been amplified, as she felt her belly working like a trash compactor, crushing her meal down into a more easily digested form of biomass, but her belly didn’t shrink much past a certain point. It remained firm, round and huge, even bigger than before.

Polypa poked it, a little surprised to see both her belly remaining so big, and the very clearly defined abs girding her gut. Her light touch gave her an intense shock; she felt so sensitive on her gut, so much that she cried aloud with pleasure.

“Oh… okay!” she said, distracted from the faint sensation of her muscles continuing to get bigger. “That’s… that’s new!”

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And then, near the end of their training expedition, they had a moment when it really hit them just how much they’d changed. Or, at least, it hit Polypa.

She was working out, even more massive than before, and so imposingly huge she made blueblood strongmen look puny. Polypa pumped a set of heavy weights forged from the thigh-bones and skulls of abnormally dense monsters that inhabited the area, each weight-end heavy enough to daunt even a blueblood. Nevertheless, she lifted it with each.

With each pump, her muscles swelled.

As the months passed, she had grown… bigger. She had only Konyyl for comparison, but she did notice that the trees looked oddly smaller and more frail of late, and she didn’t have the perspective to realize she was getting taller; in fact, by now, she had grown nearly twice the size of a normal troll, so that even a human would barely come up to her knee-joints.

But as the power of Breath flowed in her, her will transferring into sheer physical might, they made her swell outwards too. She wasn’t aware of the specific technical details, but she wasn’t unaware of her cybernetics powering up every day, gradually transforming beneath her skin, their precious alterations to her body getting more intense.

Polypa worked a repetition lift, and she felt her muscles growing, rebuilt into ever more massive shapes, the very tissues swollen to that the shape of her arm was lost beneath gigantic piles of muscle that she kept getting distracted by. Because, wow, that felt good feeling ‘em flex. She strained, and as the power flowed, her biceps got bigger.

She stood up, dropping the weight, and it punched clear through the ground with its sheer weight. She didn’t even strain when she picked it up, which was an interesting thought.

The slimmer troll who had once been burned was a distant memory, Polypa considered as she patted an increasingly massive stomach. Her hips were broad enough to just ruin doorways, her thighs were huge slabs every bit as muscular as her back and arms, and poking out of her were cybernetic bits that had somehow grown with the rest of her, ramping up their production in the process. Even her butt was growing, and every single inch of her muscle was impossibly defined, growing into shapes combining valuable fats and actual muscle tissue into some strange, harmonious and healthy fusion of the two.

And her gut! She kept thinking of it as the repository of her power, and she kept feeling it swell with her power every time she exerted herself. It didn’t hang down so much as stick out proudly, sliding against the grass with a delicious shiver, its lower regions descending below her knees and riding her thighs, and its upper slope supported the massive spheres her breasts had become. But the whole thing wasn’t soft in the least, metal-hard abs coated in chitin with olive-bright seams for flesh to expand through, and it was like you took an ordinary twelve-pack, added more abs, and then inflated it. Polypa’s ravenous appetite demanded more, every day, to fill that gut, and it never seemed enough. Monsters came squealing down her gullet, and her belly effectively crushed them into submission, and somehow, it wasn’t enough to fuel her continuing muscle growth.

Polypa admired herself, and flexed again, just to enjoy the swell of her arms powering up. The power she commanded was like… water, she supposed, in constant motion within her, and all she had to do was want something, direct it-

Like this. She stirred it, she flexed, and her bicep visibly grew twice as large, billowing over her arm. She calmed it, and it shrank down. And yet, she still felt the slow tickle of her whole body growing.

She became aware of a soft noise behind her, and a crash.

Polypa turned, not terribly surprised to see Konyyl standing there. And there was… a lot of Konyyl to take in.

Polypa smiled at her as Konyyl hastily tried to gather up the assortment of designs she had probably done up as a light mental exercise, overturning several hundred years of scientific orthodoxy without meaning to. It was hard for her to reach them over her newly engorged breasts, so large that they smacked into the ground just as Polypa’s gut was doing. Polypa grinned at the… wobbling, shaking sight, Konyyl’s butt so absurdly massive that it double-humped up behind her, her clothes ripping around the big globes, right over her head. Her body, broad and soft and plush enough to sink into with one big exception, was practically lost between it, and looking distinctly curvy; hourglass-shaped, in fact.

“Babe, I bet all that brainpower went straight to your boobs. And butt.”

“They ain’t!” Konyyl said crossly, managing to gather them up, and Polypa reflected that her voice did sound different. A bit higher pitched, skipping over consonants and syllables too time-wasting to bother pronouncing. It was quite a shift from her old deep voice, but it wasn’t as pronounced as the physical changes.

Konyyl stood up, awkwardly stuffing her notes into her cleavage. Her breasts were, relative to her, about as big as Polypa’s belly was, in that they were so incredibly huge it was a wonder she could move. Her hips were, if anything, even more massive on her frame, her butt ideally big and squishy enough for her to sit on it for hours; ideal for a burgeoning mastermind, or brainiac. Where Polypa had gotten muscled and huge, Konyyl had not, though she was taller; enough that Polypa’s sense of her own growth was distorted, as Konyyl stood about as tall as Polypa’s elbows. Significantly bigger than a normal troll, but to Polypa, she looked so… small.

And gaved up at her with a reverent, adoring expression. It was hard to see beneath her head, admittedly.

Of all the changes to them, Konyyl’s brain had physically transformed into something more drastic even than Polypa’s muscle gut. Despite Konyyl being so much shorter than her, Polypa’s gaze flicked upwards and took the full measure of Konyyl’s head. From the face, she looked more or less the same, if somewhat more preoccupied, as if always listening to something just out of earshot. But above the hair line?

Her head had swelled, her brain physically growing larger as it had been transformed, reshaped much like Polypa’s muscles. Konyyl’s mind was now on a totally other level, and not exactly on the same plane of reference as anyone else might be, and it was impossible to say what wonders were in her reconfigured brain meats; as it was, her brain’s physical mass was probably larger than the rest of her entire body, and her skull had rearranged itself around it, towering up high into a vaguely orb-shaped mass above Konyyl, and Polypa kept wondered how the hell she supported all that.

Long, curling terminals of cybernetic processors extended out from the thinking sphere at regular intervals, mixing with the harder parts of her skull; her hair had receded from it, like a forest giving way to a rising mountain, so that its every detail could be seen plainly. Her horns hadn’t receded or shrunk but they looked like they had, swallowed up by her growing head and now only visible as some pointy bits near the base. Additional horns grew along her head, in a trail of increasingly bigger hornlets, rising up to a huge set at the top big enough for Polypa to actually lift herself by.

Konyyl gazed up at her placidly, a few terminals pulsing with a faint soft glow, and much of her brain visibly glowed from within. The light was faintly golden, with a hint of green, and her eyes shone with the same color. Her enormous bulging lips, big enough to pull in Polypa’s whole fist if necessary, tweaked into a faint smile completely without guile. Wrll, more than usual for Polypa.

“You, uh.” Konyyl spoke in a way that Polypa had gotten used to; but it was very different. She tended towards simpler words, forgot things in the middle of sentences, and stumbled over word choices only to default to something simple. It would be easy to think that she had become less intelligent, but really, she was incomprehensibly smart now. It was just that she had become so unbelievably intelligent that it was unwieldly, and she didn’t much care for wasting time finding the perfect word when a simple one would do. But her smiles said a lot, and this one was very knowing.

“You want to kiss me,” Konyyl said, her vast brain glowing.

Polypa’s heart beat faster. “Do not!”

“Ya lyin’,” Konyyl said, scooting forward. Her breasts slid into Polypa’s gut, squishing it and even lifting up its dense mass, her milk-engorged breasts making delightful sloshing. Konyyl leaned forward and kissed her belly, and Polypa made an embarrassingly small squeaking noise.

Suddenly, she wanted her in her arms. Polypa blurred, her body swelling with desire, and a great force carried her forward, and moved Konyyl up with a delighted squeal, her massive head making her spin like a discarded top, right onto Polypa’s own formidable bustline, and into her waiting arms. Polypa adored the feeling of her soft body settling into her muscular embrace, those big breasts against her face, and the weight of Konyyl’s magnificent brain casting them all into shadow.

She kissed Konyyl on the lips.

“Your powers are about knowing and making things work out in your favor. Mine are about me doing stuff if I get motivated,” Polypa said, her eyes half-lidded.

Konyyl’s brain was still glowing, and she kissed Polypa on the nose. “Guess we’re both showing our powers off, huh!”

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The Half Cat

TW for animal body horror; mild spoiler alert for mogami arc

general warning for weirdness and length. srsly dont expect anything going into this. honestly how has this thing become so fucking long I am delirious

also you can read this on AO3 just fyi

There was one point in those months when Shigeo welcomed any kind of change.

The TV was out of question: it had to stay downstairs, there wasn’t much on at that time of the day anyway, and he didn’t want to wake his family up just because he wanted to hear the statics. The big tuner was in his parents’ bedroom, so he couldn’t use it either. He contemplated saving up for a small radio, but with how frequently his power acted up lately during mealtime, his pocket money would have to go towards compensating for silverwares first.

Ritsu saved him from worrying over that, first of all by returning the spoons to their original shape whenever an accident like that happened, then by teaching him how to listen to radio on his phone. “The quality’s not too good, but it’s an alternative while we’re saving up for something better,” he said after pointing out to Shigeo the way to change the stations. “I think the pro-wrestler league has a website too, all of their podcasts should be there in case you need to find an older one… If that comes up I’ll help you with it. Don’t worry, nii-san.”

The pro-wrestler podcasts weren’t totally a lie. Everybody in the Body Improvement Club was at least mildly interested in them, after Onigawara introduced them to Musashi. Of course Shigeo wasn’t as familiar with the sport itself as Onigawara or Kumagawa, so in the end the podcasts became not much more than white noise to him; but as they were, they suited him just as well as a blank station sounding nothing but statics, so there wasn’t anything he could complain about.

He put his phone under the pillow the first few nights, the volume on as low as possible, then Master Reigen gave him a pair of headphones after their next venture. “Don’t listen to music for too long,” he told him, his tone spoke of someone who had made that mistake before. Shigeo believed him. There wasn’t any reason not to.

He listened to the podcasts through the night. The night was longer than what he used to remember of it.

There was something in the district. Something new.

It wasn’t the bus stops. The bus stops were pristine clean but always smelled of presences. Somehow presences made everything a bit older, a bit more private to an anonymous party outside of his knowledge. No trace stayed at the bus stops for too long; winds chasing after the last buses of the day always carried them away before any night lurkers cared to pursuit them.

It wasn’t the lampposts. They were like dust piled up, and people saw through them most of the time. The part that would ever attract attention to them was far enough above eye level to avoid scrutiny most of the times. They couldn’t carry indications of something new.

The bushes thrived and the tree kept standing quietly. Doors opened and closed. Pen scratched on paper.

There was something new.

Shigeo had gotten into the habit of listening to the radio while walking home. He started off looking for something cheerful, but then he realised he wouldn’t pay much attention to it anyway, so by this moment anything was good to him. The headphones Master Reigen gave him couldn’t keep out much of the noises around him, so as long as he still paid some attention to the road, there wasn’t any real risks.

Kurata had been talkative recently. Shigeo was glad of it, mostly. She came into club meetings with brimming enthusiasm for some urban legends said to be rather popular recently, convinced they were aliens in disguise. “We need to find a way to communicate telepathically as soon as possible,” she said to Shigeo, then put another chip in her mouth. She continued after swallowing. “We just gotta establish communication. Then it’d all work out fine. Just tell them they’re welcomed here with open arms.”

Her enthusiasm didn’t lead to a breakthrough in their ‘researches’, but it had to run its course before dying down. Shigeo was okay with hearing voices he was familiar with, so he didn’t stop her. For the rest of Telepathy Club, it was already par for the course.

When there wasn’t any clients at the Office, Shigeo put on his headphones. He could hear the keyboard and the cup of tea being put down on the desk every now and then through the music. It suited him just as fine.

His power kept acting up during dinner. That shouldn’t be something new.

“You shouldn’t listen to music that late at night,” Ritsu told him one day on their way to school.

It really shouldn’t have come to Ritsu telling him this, really; he hadn’t been replying to people as fast as he used to do. He hadn’t noticed Ritsu being disturbed by the sound at night - these headphones didn’t work too well anymore. Good thing he put the volume on low anyway.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Must’ve been keeping you up.”

“No, it’s fine for me,” Ritsu said. “It will disturb your sleep, that’s all. Putting music on while sleeping like that isn’t good for you.”

What he thought at that moment was it’d still be an improvement, but that seemed to be something people might worry over. So he said “I’m okay like that, don’t worry” instead.

He put the volume on even lower that night. Ritsu still worried. That was just him.

Kurata told him about the urban legend she was still interested in lately.

Shigeo could imagine it.

It was a cat. Well, half of one, if they could go by what the footages and the articles online said. White fur, chopped off tail, tiny human hands where paws should be. A stomach full of fireflies still lighting up feebly, if what the article said about that sagittal anatomical plane that should’ve stayed hypothetical was to be trusted. Usually spotted running down dark alleyways, the witnesses (four in total) having only two or three seconds to observe.

Some people had been digging up alleyways and crossroads to find the source of the legend. “Fools,” Kurata said, scrolling down the blog currently opened on her phone leisurely. “This can’t be a haunting. This description fits an interdimensional being too well to be anything else. Just you wait and see.”

Shigeo just thought the creature shouldn’t be disturbed like that. It wasn’t harming anyone, even if it was an urban legend. At least not until people started thinking it brought death or misfortune, like the human-faced dog. Beliefs were powerful stuffs.

He forgot most of it by the end of the day. It was hard to retain things nowadays. Almost like his brain was set on a monotonous track towards silence; if he didn’t actively try to remember details, they’d fall away as easily as dust. He didn’t want that - details should worth more than dust - but his wants wasn’t much to the rest of this show either.

Between that venture and the day he started listening to the radio, his dreams typically went like this:

He woke up alone. The streets he walked were quiet. The punches and kicks landed, but he didn’t feel them. People’s faces were muddled and faded. Some of them laughed, but he didn’t hear it. He was always on the ground sooner than he anticipated - or maybe his perception was just warped, this wasn’t real, and the road here was just too uneventful and too quiet to remember, this wasn’t real, and it broke out too quick, and it wasn’t real-- and someone pulled out a knife, and it ended up in his hand. So he swung it.

Then he woke up. Alone.

He didn’t remember much of his dreams since he started using the headphones.

Dimple came in through the window while he was putting his notebooks away. “There’s something new in the district,” he said, floating idly near the desk lamp. “I don’t know what, but it sure leaves a strong smell.”

“You haven’t seen it?” Shigeo asked him. He shrugged.

“Haven’t run into it yet. Might just be a new kind of pest - you gonna meet it the moment it causes a ruckus, knowing you and your ‘master’.”

Shigeo pulls the zipper on his school bag closed. “Maybe it’s the new urban legend. It seems pretty popular lately.”

“Oh, you’re interested in those things? Didn’t think you’re that kinda kid.”

“Kurata-senpai tells me about it everyday.” Shigeo didn’t know what the kind of kid the spirit spoke of was. “People’ve been seeing it around a lot more frequently. Kurata-senpai said someone in her class saw it yesterday on the way home.”

“Don’t tell me you believe all of that,” Dimple said.

“It doesn’t matter if I do or not,” Shigeo told him.

“Yeah, well, guess you’ve got a point there. Maybe that’s the thing I smelled, if that’s what urban legends smell like. Can’t tell. It’s been quiet around here.”

That reminded Shigeo - the Office hadn’t had a venture in a while. Most of their problems now were Master Reigen’s specialty more than his, and he had had a lot of opportunities to listen to the radio while in the consultation room. That wasn’t very usual, considering their record streak before.

Maybe that was the something new he had been feeling. Maybe.

There was a stray cat near their house. It started coming around recently.

Shigeo had seen it around before, in other parts of the city. At least he thought so - it looked and acted like the same cat, but it never stayed near him long enough for him to actually get a good look at it. It always appeared a bit ragged and roughed up, and it could act really difficult, but he liked to think it trusted him somewhat.

The cat was just a rustle in the bushes near his window at first. Soon it showed up near the pipes outside his window sill, looking inside with a wild look. It would run off the moment someone went near the window.

Shigeo made a bowl with an old plastic bottle. He put the milk he couldn’t drink outside for the cat.

It came around for the milk, but never stayed.

Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night, startled by something. Might be his dreams, might not. He didn’t remember enough of them to tell.

What he remembered of them usually went like this:

He woke up alone. Statics filled the air. The streets buzzed. The punches never came, and he just walked the streets until he was on the ground, in front of an alleyway. The dusty lamppost stood between him and the entrance. The light flickered the way usual household light bulbs did, but slower.

Then he woke up, alone, the newest podcast playing on loop in his ears. The light was always off.

It really wasn’t much to go by.

“Whatcha listening to?”

Shigeo blinked slowly. It took him a moment to look up again. Master Reigen was looking at him from the desk, intertwined hands propping up his head. Music was still playing on the phone.

“Mob?” Master Reigen called again.

Took another beat for his mouth to work. “It’s just… music, shishou.”

Master Reigen stood up from where he was sitting. “You’ve been really into that lately, huh. ‘S gonna hurt your ears if you wear those headphones for too long. Put them away, we’re going out for something. How does oden sound for you?”

Took him a moment to answer. “It’s… good.”

The evening didn’t feel real without his headphones on. He ended up home, under his blanket, staring up at the ceiling before he knew it. Maybe his perception was just warped.

Kurata showed him another footage the next day. It was low-quality and shaky, and the only thing they could make out from the whole two minutes and thirty-seven seconds of it was a yellow-green-glowing white feline-looking small figure dashing past near the end.

“It’s awful fast,” Kurata remarked. “Even cats aren’t that fast.”

Shigeo and the club let her go on with her researches. By now she had filled up a whole notebook with citations, descriptions, images she printed out, notes, and drawings. She read them what she had collected, and somehow her enthusiasm was just a bit contagious. It kept the club’s spirit higher than usual.

In the end Shigeo ended up spending more time with the Telepathy Club than the Body Improvement Club anyway. While he was present for training, they talked about the podcasts in passing words. Onigawara and Kumagawa liked the same wrestler. There were more than 70 episodes of those podcasts by now.

Shigeo didn’t really listen to them anymore. It was now an unending track of mismatched sounds playing whenever he put on the headphones. It matched the noises outside well enough to blend into the environment whenever he stopped paying attention. And since the sounds didn’t make any real sense anymore, he was always inclined to do that.

“You haven’t been listening to the radio,” Ritsu said to him on a day when they went home together.

Shigeo was a bit slow to answer, “I… haven’t.”

He had. The headphones were always in place when he woke up.

Ritsu worried anyway. Shigeo wished he would stop worrying, but his wishes weren’t much to this show anyway.

After a night of rain, Shigeo put the makeshift bowl of milk on the window sill instead of near the pipe.

The cat was a bit wary, but soon it jumped up on the window sill to get its usual meal. Shigeo sat at his desk while it lapped at the milk. It looked dirty and malnourished, its tail (the tip chopped off crudely and healed just as messily) kept near its legs, as if it was trying to stop it from swishing around nervously.

When the milk had been finished, the cat looked up at him, body still as a statue. It dashed off the moment he stood up. He filled up the bowl again anyway.

The cat was back again while he should be sleeping: in the morning, the bowl was empty.

“I think I saw the Half Cat just now,” their dad told them over dinner. “When I came across the convenient store on the way home.”

That was what the urban legend was called now. Shigeo found that name a bit more amusing than scary. Ritsu wasn’t into urban legends in general, so he didn’t care much.

“I can’t believe you actually believe those stories,” their mom said with a sigh. “I’ve had enough of the neighbors telling me about that thing. It’s like the whole city had run out of things to talk about.”

“Well, it’s big.” Their dad shrugged. “The story, I mean. Not Half Cat. Still bigger than the normal half of a cat, but not huge.”

“How’d you know? All it does is running past people, it seems. They can’t even tell if it’s a cat or not.”

“Well it didn’t move when I walked past it,” Dad said, absentmindedly tapping his chopsticks against the bowl. Mom scowled at him to make him stop. “It just lie in the alleyway, glowing like a bunch of fireflies together.”

Ritsu’s face told Shigeo that he didn’t much like that image. “Don’t say that during mealtime,” Mom scolded Dad. He just shrugged. “Sounds so gross-- Shige!”

Shigeo looked down at his hand to see the spoon twisted into a knot. He blinked, then it seemed to vanish from his hand and into Ritsu’s. Another blink, and it was back into his grip again.

“Sorry,” he said, hazily, and wiped the spoonful of soup off the table with a piece of paper towel.

Statics woke him up.

He could barely catch the end of the buzz, but he remembered it even when his eyes had opened. Taking a deep breath, he held onto the memory of that sound, the rattles of empty sounds, so similar to rain he could almost lose it again in memories of downpours instead.

When he looked to the window, the cat was sitting there. It held itself awkwardly, as if it could tip out of balance at any moment, the short, ragged tail pointing straight up. Warm light from the lamppost outside made its ribcage look almost transparent. The bowl of milk sat in front of it idly.

The cat jumped off into the night the moment a knock sounded on his door. “Nii-san?” Ritsu’s voice cut through the wood, through the statics from the headphones. He took them off before standing up to open the door.

Ritsu looked inside. “I heard statics flaring up.”

Shigeo blinked. “My phone has never done that before.”

“I don’t think it can, actually… You’ve been listening to the radio while sleeping again?”

“I… have.” He didn’t know how else to answer. “Just to fill the silence. I sleep better when there’s noise.” He slept more when there was noise.

Ritsu looked at him. The silence seemed unreal after the buzz in the air died. After a moment Shigeo said, “Let’s go back to sleep,” and Ritsu apologized for waking him up, and he said he had been woken up by the statics anyway.

He checked out the bowl of milk after Ritsu had returned to his room. It was still as full as when he refilled it earlier. When he woke up again in the morning, it was empty.

Master Reigen bought a pair of speakers for his computer at the Office. When Shigeo arrived that day, a music station was playing.

“Oh, Mob, you arrived,” Master Reigen said as he walked in. “We’ve got a client in twenty minutes.

The music playing in the Office that day was probably the same as what Shigeo listened to on his phone everyday, but somehow it sounded different. He could actually hear the notes. They went through the shift without him putting on his headphones.

When he was about to put them on again for the way back, Master Reigen stopped him. “Let’s go out for some takoyaki. It’s been a while.”

It might really have been a while. Shigeo couldn’t recall.

“Weirdly clear night, don’t you think,” Dimple said while he was doing homework. He couldn’t concentrate enough on his homework or the spirit’s word to put his effort into either of them, but he tried anyway.

“Mm-hm.”

“Yeah, usually by this time of the year pests are already crawling around everywhere.”

“Maybe it’s the urban legend,” Shigeo replied, almost automatically, after a beat.

“You seems really for that huh.”

Shigeo was lost somewhere between his homework and Dimple’s voice; his head filled up with statics.

The cat came early. Statics flared right before it jumped up on the window sill.

Shigeo sat up, statics roaring from the headphones covering his ears. The cat stood under the light of the lamppost, dust floated up from its fur, glowing under the light.

Unplug it, a voice sounded hazily through the pouring buzz. Shigeo did what it told him to.

The statics stopped.

The cat stared at Shigeo, tail swishing around lazily. Then it looked down to the plastic bowl, and blinked slowly.

“You can drink it,” Shigeo told it. It tilted its head in a strange angle. “It’s milk.”

Something sounded in the headphones, like a person trying out a mic by tapping on it.

Shigeo stood up and went to his desk. The carton of milk was in his bag. He took it out, went back to the cat, tore open the corner carefully, and made the motion of tilting it to pour milk into his mouth. “It’s drinkable,” he told the cat.

It only stared at the already in the bowl, then at him again.

Taking a deep breath, Shigeo tilted the milk carton into his mouth again. Statics were picking up in his unplugged headphones as the taste washed over his tongue. He swallowed. His stomach didn’t seem to agree with what he just did.

The cat looked at him again, then jumped off the window sill into the night, leaving him standing there with an opened carton of milk in hand. For a moment the wind seemed to pick it up, but before he could register that sight, it was already gone.

He left the milk carton on the window sill. The bowl was empty by morning, and the carton nowhere to be seen.

“I heard statics again last night,” Ritsu told him on their way to school.

“I did too,” Shigeo said.

“Do you have any idea where it can come from? It’s just weird for it to happen like that in the middle of the night.”

Shigeo almost answered the urban legend by default, but then he thought twice about that and replied, “No idea, sorry, Ritsu.”

Kurata was quiet today.

Shigeo didn’t like it, but his will wasn’t much to this show anyway.

Inugawa told him while Kurata scrolled furiously down the blog opened on her phone, “Some sick assholes harmed a cat to set up for fake evidence on Half Cat. They’re all cuffed and hauled back to the police station by now, but President was still upset. Understandable, really. Who would even do that?”

Shigeo couldn’t say anything, even though he had the answer.

“At least they can’t do it again,” Inugawa said thougthfully. “There aren’t many stray cats on the street anymore. I haven’t seen one in a while. I don’t know where they’ve gone to, but if it means those kinda people can’t get their hands on them, I say good for them.”

After their first venture in a while, Shigeo found himself across the table from his Master, a half-eaten okonomiyaki in front of them. The TV of the store was on; the current show sounded like a period drama.

The store wasn’t as quiet as he thought it to be.

“You should sleep more, Mob,” Master Reigen said through his mouthful, pointing the chopsticks in his hand at him. “It’s important for someone your age.”

“I’ll try,” he replied.

The cook turned the TV off, and everything fell off his memory along with the sounds.

The cat didn’t drink the milk.

Shigeo drank it instead.

“Somebody in my office got into an accident,” Dad told them during dinner. “They were chasing after Half Cat. I think the thing doesn’t wanna be found.”

Shigeo soon found himself looking down that the mess his twisted spoon make, and Ritsu doing the same.

At this point of the months, Shigeo welcomed any kind of change.

His first dream without the headphones in a long while went like this:

He woke up. Alone. Statics filled the air. The streets buzzed with a jagged beat. The punches and kicks landed, and statics bursted out every time they collided with his body. Laughters blended into the background noises so well, they could almost be mistaken one for the other. Soon he found himself on the ground, and a knife in hand, and it weighed down on his hand like statics did on his mind. And he swung it.

And then he woke up. Alone. Statics roared in his ears.

The cat stayed just long enough for him to look at it, then it dragged the milk carton off the window sill and into the night.

He didn’t know if he slept any more that night or not. He couldn’t tell.

He came by a cat laying on the ground near a lamppost on his way home from the Office. Its fur was splattered with something like white paint and fluorescent powder. The tail was clipped short in a crude manner.

He stayed to look at it until it could stand up and walk away.

He didn’t dare putting the headphones on again.

Master Reigen let him sleep for a while on the Office’s couch. Or, to better recap the situation, he nodded off while listening to the music sounding from the speakers and Master Reigen let him be.

“You can’t be of any help like this,” he said when Shigeo woke up, startled by a burst of statics. “Go home, have some sleep. We have a big case tomorrow.”

What he wanted was to stay here, in this music, where there was noise - the right kind of noise - but, his wants… they aren’t much. They really aren’t.

“Go, before this music grates on your mind like it’s grating on mine right now,” Master Reigen said. Shigeo knew he was right. “They play these kinds of crap on the radio nowadays. A high trafficked road would sound better than this.”

Ritsu came by his room late into the night. Neither of them wanted to sleep.

“The statics didn’t came tonight,” Ritsu said. Shigeo didn’t really have anything to say to that.

When they both had settled against the wall near Shigeo’s desk, Ritsu pulled out his own phone to put up a podcast. It was one of the pro-wrestler league’s. Shigeo heard the mentioned wrestler’s name for the first time in… as long as he could remember.

They didn’t have any sleep that night, but Shigeo didn’t forget it.

“A kid from Saruta’s class almost got his head crushed while trying to follow Half Cat to the back of the Salt Factory.” Inugawa said, flipping through his comic while Kurata tapped on the table agitatedly. “He’s in the hospital now. They say he’s gonna recover, but if you ask me, it’s kinda scary.”

Master Reigen’s case led them to the other side of the city.

They skidded to a halt when the spirit they were after took a sharp turn into an alleyway. Statics filled the air as Master Reigen bounced forward to follow it suit, but the look on Shigeo’s face probably was what held him back.

“What’s it, Mob?” He asked. “Wait, I hear statics.”

His voice blended into the buzz.

Shigeo went into the alleyway after a burst of statics. His vision almost fizzed along with the air. The light at the end of it flickered like a household light bulb, but slightly slower.

Their client’s treasured ring lay on the ground. Shigeo picked it up.

The light approached them before they came to it. Out of it walked the cat, paws looking too much like human hands firmly on the ground, mouth opened wide, showing the jagged jaws.

Statics roared.

Master Reigen noticed the milk carton on the ground the same time Shigeo did. “Let’s get out of here,” he said to Shigeo, before statics drowned out everything else he said, and the steel balcony right above them creaked slightly. It didn’t fall until three days later, when someone else was under it to take a picture of the alleyway.

Shigeo drank his milk carton. He didn’t remember the dream he had in the morning, when he saw the bowl of milk still stand on the window sill, full to the brim.

Master Reigen brought back to the Office a cat bed covered with old rugs and tree barks and filled with milk cartons. “Can you feel anything from this thing?” He asked Shigeo.

There was nothing to feel. The cat bed was empty and silent. The sour milk smell was overwhelming.

Master Reigen found a way to burn it.

He wasn’t sleeping when the cat came into his room.

It was white under streetlight and moonlight, and even though there was nothing keeping its intestines inside, they stayed in their place perfectly. Its stomach buzzed with feeble light.

He was silent when it dragged the headphones to him. He was silent as he put them on and it jumped back onto the window sill, he was silent when he followed it into the night.

The street was quiet, even though statics buzzed in his headphones. His foot didn’t touch the ground - he shouldn’t soil his socks, they’d be hard to wash - as they moved deeper into the city.

They stopped at a bus stop. Shigeo could smell the spilled milk.

The cat looked around for a while, then sooner than he anticipated, it came back to him. It jumped on the bench, trying to get his groggy attention, and when it did, it opened its mouth to let a burst of statics out.

Shigeo remembered the cat bed. He almost couldn’t find the words to form the sentence he needed to say, but he did it in the end. “They’re... gone.”

The cat yelled a silent high-pitched mic noise. It hurted his ears.

“They’re… dead. They’re dead. There’s nothing…”

His voice was drowned out by the statics.

The cat nudged on his hand. It was shaking. It was vibrating with the lamenting buzz.

Please, he heard through the headphone. Someone tapped the imaginary mic. Please.

“I don’t want the other one to be all there’s left of you,” Shigeo said, not really sure where he got the words. Statics flared up.

But of course…

The cat nudged on his head again, and this time he rubbed what was left of its head. Like a zipper bag zipped open, light flowed out of it with his hand. When he took his hand off the tip of its tail, it had already dissolved completely.

The light from the lamppost flickered slowly.

He went home. The streets were quiet.

He woke up alone.

He left the headphones at the Office. Reigen put them away.

Ritsu came by his room again.

They slept.

The Half Cat came by his window one more time, and this time there was a carton of milk waiting for it. He watched as it wrapped its hands around the carton and lifted it up, then threw him a dark look before running off.

People learned to stay away from the urban legend before long. Kurata’s enthusiasm dried up just as quickly. “Maybe it’s better for it to stay away from people,” she said one day, while reading something on her phone. “Can’t trust the welcoming open arms of some folks.”

Sounds returned slowly to him, and with them memories. He couldn’t remember his dreams anymore, but the rest he did. He could keep himself from spacing out again. Ritsu worried a bit less.

The stray cats returned to the streets when they didn’t pay attention. So did the pests. Dimple was happy.

He drank his milk again eventually.

The cat never came back.

#mob psycho 100 #kageyama shigeo #kageyama ritsu #reigen arataka #mp100 fanfic #tw: animal injury #tw: body horror #@ qcatter hey here it is #I am rather confident that this is not what you were anticipating #so there it is #also idk why but teru isnt in this one #I guess I just cant handle him like this #also pls dont draw the half cat just let it rest in peace #actually u can do w/e Im just rly done for some reasons #Im gonna sleep bye

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