Chapter 254 - My SI Stash #54 - Just As Planned by x50413 (WormXMulticross) (1/2)
-A NSFW CYOA story~ SI into Worm as a Waifu Collector? First waifu is literally one of the Endbringers, Ziz... Seems to be a multicross fic also!
Synopsis: ???
Rated: M
Words: 16K
Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/just-as-planned-waifu-catalog-si-worm-start.11767/ (x50413)
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Chapter 1
Just As Planned
Or: My Angel Waifu Can't Be Like This?
I 'awoke' staring at the blue sky. It was...oddly soothing, in a way. Maybe because it looked the same as I remembered? It gave my something to idly focus on as I sorted through my circ_u_mstances. The concrete of the roof I found myself on wasn't exactly comfortable...but moving was too much effort, so I remained where I was.
I'd wondered, idly, what it would be like to experience a data-dump. It had been such a common trope in stories for so long – what would it be like, I wondered, to download a skill through the Matrix? To copy a martial art with the Sharingan? To learn a magical system by cheating, ignoring all the effort that was meant to go into it?
It turned out, at least in my case, that it was...comfortable. A simple, itemized list of my 'purchases' and how to use them simply appeared at the forefront of my mind the moment I woke up. It left me feeling oddly like a video game character, staring at the 'menu' in my own head...but I was avoiding the subject at hand.
Because I had no memories of 'buying' any of these things. And the list, while very helpful, was missing some important information. It explained all of my own purchased abilities very well, including instinctual instructions for their usage and a convenient 'mental compass' of sorts that pointed me in the direction of the nearest portal to my new home dimension.
What distressed me most were two simple things. The setting I (or whoever had the purchasing power) had evidently chosen, labeled helpfully as 'Earth Bet (Parahumans, Worm).' Somewhat worrying – but not entirely unusual. It was a setting I was fond of, filled with interesting conflict and potential for entertaining divergence...but I didn't appear to have been provided with anything I needed to survive in this world, let alone thrive.
It seemed, instead, that I (for now, I would assume it was myself until proven otherwise) had spent almost my entire budget on...this.
[One (1) Tier 10 Waifu: 1000C
Yoink Surcharge: +1C
Total: 1001C]
One thousand (and one, my mind insisted) credits out of my original budget of 1200. Over eighty percent of my budget spent on a single item. A single person, technically. Who on Earth Bet (or Aleph, or Gimel, or any other Earth) would persuade me to do that?
I pondered that for a while. I knew myself, I thought, and I must have had a reason...but it was hard to imagine what would lead me to –
the sound of something scuffing against concrete nearby roused me, and I blinked up at the sky. With a sigh, I lifted my head slightly, careful not to scuff my skull against the concrete, and looked behind me.
I blinked. Once, and again.
The false angel stared down at my face impassively, empty silver eyes betraying no emotion whatsoever. Her wings were...prettier than I'd expected. The way they'd been described as hiding parts of her body had always sounded silly to me, but seeing it in action was...oddly satisfying. The way they flexed in just the right way to 'hide' her body...
The second set of memories I'd been provided – the poor wretch from Madison – screamed that she'd returned to finish the job. I found myself taking a deep breath, my heart pounding, but something bothered me. Destiny Defense should make me immune to this kind of instant Bad End. So, why –
– slowly, one wing lowered, almost enough to expose the pubic mound. And, there, sitting obviously on too-pale skin in dark red ink, was a spiraling design of infinite complexity. The longer I looked at it, the more I tried to puzzle out the insane lines that made it up, the more I felt a sense of vertigo.
With a blink, I tore my eyes away and back up to her face in time to catch the tiniest and most insignificant hint of a smirk before she was expressionless again.
”Ah,” I said to myself. ”This is what I spent everything on.”
I stared at the Simurgh, and she (it? no, definitely she) stared at me. I blinked – she didn't.
Slowly, I let my head rest against the roof again, staring up into the blue sky. ”I see. Hmm. That makes things more interesting.” I licked my lips nervously, then glanced up again. She was still there, unmoved, watching. With a nod, I pushed myself up and dusted off my jeans. ”Well. In that case, it's time to plan.”
She nodded, and reached out for me. I almost hesitated...but if the binding of the Stamp hadn't worked, and she intended me harm...what the hell was I going to do about it?
She wrapped her arms around me – her skin is softer than I expected – and then we were gone into that blue sky.
I sat comfortably in the Simurgh's l_a_p, hovering high above the world below me. The view was...breathtaking, both figuratively and literally. I hadn't realized how nervous heights made me until this moment. Yet, the wind was merely a gentle breeze, it was nowhere near as cold as I'd expected, and...all of those things were most likely due to the incredibly powerful telekinetic whose arms were wrapped gently around my torso. Hmm.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, refusing to look down any longer and instead fishing a sleek black device from my pocket. Placed in the bottom middle of the phone was an app I'd never seen before, simply titled 'Catalog'...and of course the mysterious Company knew where I placed my most-used apps. That, or the past me that did my budgeting had done the setup phase as well.
Either way, as I navigated the list, I thought I was beginning to understand the kind of plan that past-me had intended. Indeed, the more I turned things over in my head the more reasonable it seemed...as reasonable as any plan that involved making the Third Endbringer into a waifu could be, at any rate. The arms around me squeezed gently, and I found myself wondering if she could read my mind, or if it was similar to the Path to Victory – did she know why she squeezed me, or only that it was the right time to?
Existential crises aside, I slipped my Company phone back into my pocket. The question would become a moot point soon regardless, if things went to plan. ”Well. The first thing we need is relatively simple, I think.” I tilted my head back, looking up into her expressionless face. ”How would you feel about helping me subvert a member of the Slaughterhouse Nine?”
She watched me expressionlessly through my entire explanation of the plan.
I sighed to myself, stretching my stiff leg as I leaned up against the window. Abandoned buildings weren't always filled with comfortable seating – especially when I needed to watch out the window. I probably could have let her do the work for me, but...it didn't seem right, in a way. If I intended to go through with my plans, I should be willing to follow through on my own...and I shouldn't rely on the Simurgh to do everything. That way lies unimaginable sloth.
On the other hand, I am trusting her to keep me safe from the band of murderous, homeless villains currently attacking this town. Trusting her to do so both via precognition and physical intervention, if it becomes necessary. I simply don't have the tools to fight the Nine.
Not yet, at least.