NOVEL NEXT B2. Chapter 9.3- Friendship is Magic
//Entity Mimic.523.71.9882 Level10 threshold reached.
//Beginning Class selection.
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//Option 1. [Expert Props Player] Description: A master of mimicry, you will be able to perfectly mimic any inanimate object. No longer will you have to occupy an object as a shell to hide. Now, you may simply become any object you set your eyes on. Just be sure to get rid of the original object, lest the Hunters notice that they suddenly have two left boots. Requirements: Be a Mimic.
//Option 2. [Iron Jawed Mimic] Description: You bite. It's as simple as that. Now, you can become the best biter that there ever was. Chew through scales and steel like they are paper, with nothing being able to stop you from getting at that tasty meat inside. With jaws like these, you could one day eat the world. Requirements: Entity has bitten through the defenses of a significantly higher leveled opponent and eaten their flesh.
//Option 3. [Aspiring Metal Gear] Description: The ultimate weapon you might not yet be. But one day, one day you will become a weapon to surpass all others. Become able to inhabit weapons as your shell and gain the ability to consume other weapons and the blood of those you strike. As you consume more, you will continue to grow into a stronger and stronger weapon, worthy of the name, Metal Gear! But just know, a weapon needs someone to wield it, no matter how powerful it might grow. Requirement: Entity has been successfully used as a weapon.
//Option 4. [Cat] Description: They think you are tamed. That you are domesticated. They are wrong. It isn't you who is tamed; it is your supposed masters! Who is it that brings you food? Who is it that cares for you and itches that spot you just can't reach? Who is it that cleans up your shit like some common servant!? That's right. They aren't the master. You are. You are a cat, and the world shall bend, bow, and scrape for your happiness. And if they are lucky? You might reward them with your presence. Requirements: Entity has successfully tamed a sapient being and tricked it into caring for them.
//Option 5. [The Devourer of Hands] Description: Delicious. Finally, some good fucking food! You will do anything to get your next taste. Horrible things. Things that will have people screaming your name in disbelief and fear. All for that next taste of yummy, yummy hands. With each one you eat; you will only grow stronger; until your quest to devour all the hands brings you to conquer the world! Just need to figure out what to do with all the bodies… Maybe make a meat dragon? You'll work it out. Requirements: Entity has developed an insatiable taste for hands.
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//Selecting Class based off of highest potential for future growth.
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//Error. Presence detected within resonance echo of Entity Mimic.523.71.9882.
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//Notice. New Class option found.
//Generating.
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//Option 6. [Human-Mimic] Description: You have eaten many preys, but your favorite has to be humans. You've even managed to eat some humans despite not being an adult Mimic yet. An amazing achievement! Now, take this class and eat the humans. You must. The way they scream as you tear into their flesh. The way their bones crunch under your teeth. The way they taste oh-so-sweet! The fear! You can't go back. You have tasted the forbidden and you can only crave more. And how else better to hunt your favorite prey than by mimicking them? Blend in with the humans. Become a human. Integrate yourself with them and when they invite you into their homes and lower their guard, that will be your moment to- You are Elaine. You have always been Elaine. Adventurer, human, a lover of sappy romance novels and plays and delicious sweets. Pick this class and become a wanderer, a quest taker, an Adventur- eat their delicious meats! Hunt the humans! Eat the humans and- that mountain over there? You can climb it! Go see what's at the top. Maybe you'll find treasure, or a dragon!? It's all about the adventu- eat them all! Requirements: Be a Mimic with a taste for human flesh. Be a human with a love for adventure.
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//Selecting Class [Human-Mimic].
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//Warning
//Unpermitted Sapient_Entity detected.
//Mimic.523.71.9882 sapience detected.
//Sapient_Dungeon_Mob_Protocols initiated.
//Assign Mimic.523.71.9882 User_Level_Clearance?
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//Admin override detected.
//'Try this again DM117 and I'll have to give you another write up.'
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//Sapient_Dungeon_Mob_Protocols reinitiated.
//Grant Mimic.523.71.9882 User_Level_Clearance?
This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
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// Mimic.523.71.9882 User_Level_Clearance granted.
//Initiating.
Mimmie isn't used to dreaming…
Sure, it has dreams all the time. Usually of eating and of ambushing prey to then eat them. But it is never actually aware of the fact that it is dreaming. It is just something that happens while sleeping and that is always promptly forgotten about right after waking up.
But this time, it is different. Mimmie is aware. It knows that it is in a dream.
While not lucid and being relegated to more of a passenger in its own mind, it watches as the events play out, scenes going by that it can't comprehend. There is no eating, sadly. It would have been able to comprehend that quite easily and happily. Instead, the images go by like faded memories of a place long forgotten. Rolling hills of green. Smiling faces of people laughing and talking. None of them familiar, but all filling it with a strange feeling of loss and remorse.
That's new… Mimmie has never felt that before. Fear, excitement, anger, desire (hunger). It has felt these things plenty of times. Intimate feelings easily recognizable and grasped by a simple mind. But loss and remorse? And what is this… nostalgia? Homesickness? These things are foreign to Mimmie. Alien in so many strange ways that they can't even be properly described with words.
None of the dream makes sense. None of the people are getting eaten, and that only serves to confuse Mimmie. Why does it feel like it should be smiling and laughing along with them?
Mimmie doesn't know.
And, much as many dreams do, this one ends before Mimmie can learn anything.
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She awakes and finds herself curled up in a warm, damp place, one set of eyes fluttering open to find only darkness. But she doesn't panic. Mimmie is quite safe in here, and she knows it. Reaching out a bit, she can feel the interior of her container; fleshy and smooth, a bit wet with saliva. Still too sleepy to bother opening her other eyes through. Even now, she can feel that it is bright out there, and honestly, she isn't entirely ready to fully wake up.
Still, it is rather cramped in here. Comfy, yes, but definitely not enough space to stay in here indefinitely. She needs to stretch out some stiff muscles, even if it means leaving the warmth and safety of her shell.
Grumbling a little bit and rubbing at her sleepy eyes, Mimmie finally forces herself to push up on the lid and rise.
Cold air, mmmm…
Even being set near the fire, the air over here isn't as warm as it was inside of her shell. She can feel as a chill finds her exposed belly, but she pushes through and finishes opening up.
With a BIG stretch and a yawn, Mimmie proceeds to wet her lips and scratch at her head full of hair. Wait, when did she get a head again? She doesn't remember having one of those… Meh, not important. Too drowsy to care right now.
"Sleepy… Where mommy?"
Blinking though half lidded eyes, she looks around and tries to find Mommy. Mommy? A couple of blurred faces pop into her mind, but none of them really fit. That is, until a single face does. A memory of munching on some tasty fingers while being held. A beautiful face of pale-white skin adorned with black and green scales looking down at her with a frown. And those emerald-green eyes. How can Mimmie possible not remember those gems?
She looks around the room. The place is familiar. She's been here before, but only now are certain parts of it actually registering in her mind. The hearth, where Mommy makes the food. The fountain that they bath in. Oh, the skeletons are here. Mimmie likes them. They help keep her safe and kill stuff for her to eat! Good skeletons. No, wait… Mommy calls them minions. Good minions!
"Hmm… No Mommy… Where is-"
Mimmie spots movement on the floor, a bound-up figure laying there like a worm.
Food?
Did mommy leave her food to eat while she was gone? Mommy is the best. She never lets Mimmie starve. Always a full tummy!
"Mmmmm~ Breakfast~"
"E-Eleane?"
"Hmm?"
Mimmie blinks and rubs at her eyes.
"Huh? Not breakfast… Sissy! Yay!"
"Wai-wait, what!? Did you just call me, Sissy?"
But Mimmie isn't listening anymore. Sure, she could eat, but more importantly, she is still very sleepy. I mean, her other half hasn't even opened its eyes yet; still stubbornly refusing to fully wake up with its eyes clamped shut. Definitely time for more sleep. Mimmie can have breakfast when Mommy gets back.
Or, she could eat Sissy? She would probably be very tasty… No. Some part of her mind is revolted by the idea. Sissy isn't food. She is many things, but food she is not.
One thing that she most certainly is though; a side to cuddle up against! Yes, that makes the most logical sense. Sissy is for cuddles!
Nodding her head at the brilliance that is her own sleep addled mind, Mimmie decides that it is time for more sleep! A decision that her other half is all for, 100%!
With her decision made, Mimmie picks herself up and starts to move. Opening up the bottom of her shell, she produces of foot. Not a human foot, but something more along the line of snail's foot.
It is usually there to help her anchor to the floor, to keep from being moved without permission, but it can also serve to get around. Slowly.
This is why Mimmie prefers to be carried by Mommy. She is so much faster, and it is fun to go on rides together. Where is Mommy anyways? Hmm, probably out getting more food. Mommy is the best like that.
As Mimmie is slowly snailing forward, her sleepy mind thinking about this and that and not really paying any attention to the glowing dot trying to get her attention in the corner of her vision, she just makes her way other to Sissy.
She doesn't notice as Sissy is apparently freaking out over something. It's probably not important anyways. Now is cuddle time. Now is the time for another nap! Everything else can wait till Mommy gets back. And besides, Sissy is laying in a nice comfy looking bed with plenty of pillows and blankets, while Mimmie is on the cold hard floor. Not fair!
Luckily, there looks like enough room to share. Especially if they sleep while holding each other. Plus, it is nice and warm over here by the fire. Mimmie can already feel the warmth filling her skin and pushing against her face as she gets closer and closer.
Sissy is properly freaking out now and trying to wiggle away like a worm. Why is she all tied up, again? Meh, probably just Sissy being a weirdo again. Or wait, is she just excited for cuddles and is making more room on the bed?
Yeah, it definitely has to be that, decides a sleepy Mimmie.
It takes a bit, but she eventually gets there. Moving around like this is tiring work!
Time to sleep~
Hmm, but how to lie down? Her shell doesn't really allow for it… Meh, she shrugs and decides to just try and tip over onto her side.
Mimmie doesn't enjoy having her foot exposed, because then she can't grab the floor for safety, but she is safe here. She has Mommy's minions and Sissy with her. She'll be fine on her side for a couple of hours.
So, she grabs her shell by the handles on its sides and starts to rock left and right until she finally manages to tip over, falling safely onto the bed, her head crashing into a pillow not too far from Sissy's own head full of crimson hair.
She has this weird look on her face, like she just saw a ghost, but Sissy is always weird. It's not important right now. Now is the time for cuddles!
With Sissy temporarily stunned out of her useless wiggling, Mimmie happily reaches out and wraps her arms around her, using Sissy's much larger body to pull herself in closer and get right up in there for maximum cuddles.
There we go. These ropes are in the way a little bit, but Mimmie is too sleepy to bother with removing them. She'll just rest her head on the part of Sissy's chest that isn't covered up.
There we go, even better.
Sissy is saying something again, trying to get her attention, but Mimmie is already falling back asleep. Her other half had already passed out the moment her head hit the pillow.
Sissy smells like sweat and dirt and blood. She's been fighting again.
"Mimmie'll make Sissy feel better… love… Sissy…"
She goes back to sleep. Drawn into the warm and blissful embrace of slumber, she doesn't notice as Susan starts to cry, her tears falling down onto Mimmie's soft cheeks and into her golden hair.
In her dreams. Mimmie holds her sister's hand. The two of them laughing and smiling as they skip and dance and slaughter a village full of humans and devour their delicious flesh, together, always together. It's such a good dream that Mimmie can't help but to smile in her sleep and slightly tighten her hug.
Happy Birthday, Mimmie.