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With a sudden boom, you shot the Queen right in the head, causing its nearly-human brain to pour out of its shell, and its body to soon drop dead to the ground.
"She could've been a huge problem in the long run." you chuckled in satisfaction.
Teresa, who had swiftly halted the truck at your command, glanced back at you with a mix of relief and admiration. "Well done, Daniel," she remarked, her hands steady on the steering wheel.
Fatima let out an impressed whistle.
Maria, who had been huddled close to you for comfort, looked at the lifeless Swarmer Queen and then back at you with a mixture of awe and gratitude. "Nice."
With the immediate threat eliminated, you lowered the musket and took a deep breath.
Fatima, with her characteristic flair, had an idea. "Why don't we keep its head or something? The others have <span class="mu-i">got</span> to see this."
"Would it safe?" Teresa asked.
"Yeah." you admit, having studied this already. "It's not going to explode or be poisonous or something."
The truck was carefully maneuvered to the spot where you had landed the headshot. With the help of a machete, you decapitated the Swarmer Queen. You then delicately removed the intense, sweet-smelling, almost overwhelmingly aromatic guts from the head, leaving behind a mostly hollow shell. They were tempting, but you had always been told that monster flesh was inedible because of how much pollution was concentrated in them.
"Who knew monster guts would smell this good." you chuckled as you rinsed the shell with some water.
Teresa and Fatima exchanged bemused glances. "I don't smell anything," Teresa remarked. "Me neither" Maria muttered.
"What?" you said, a hint of uncertainty in your smile.
"Whoa, look. At. This." Fatima interjected, taking the skull and admiring it. "Hoho, people are going to <span class="mu-i">shit</span> themselves, Danny."
After getting back into the truck and driving off to Franktown, both Maria and Fatima had chosen to sit next to you, eagerly hugging each of your thick arms.
"You're both being very... forwards, you know that right?" you mention.
"Of course, my big, massive, <span class="mu-i">handsome</span> Queen-slayer." Fatima purred, hugging your arm tighter against the massive pillow that was her bosom. Maria noticed and started to hug your other arm even tighter, and press her face into your large triceps.
"And didn't you think I was a monster or something?" you asked the raven-haired girl.
"Not anymore." Maria whispered, her fingers gently tracing the contours and valleys of your arm. "You're good."
"It's just a bit weird to be in... this situation now." you confessed, giving your arms a subtle wiggle. You were just casual friends, acquaintances, and now all of sudden, <span class="mu-i">this</span>?
