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<statement>Fine! I'll do it, just don't hurt anyone else--
>"No promises, Shitlord."
You do what you have to, crawling bit by bit, you try to ignore its laughter, your leg is destroyed, the Freak made sure to wiggle that spear hard, to tear apart as much as possible. It didn't just aim to stab, it aimed to cause as much agony as possible.
Against an organic creature... Best not to think about it.
>"I don't have all day, slowpoke! I'd ask if it's your first time on your knees but I strongly fucking doubt it!"
The Hive stomachs its anger, and you stab your middle finger into the glaring light. For a brief moment, you, the REAL you, feel a warmth, almost burning sensation in your right middle finger-- not in your Unit but--
>"Deeper, get the whole hand in there. Commit, nimrod! The bird can't undo the Contract you're binding here!"
<inquiry>Contract?
You jerk back as hard as you can, but it's too late, the Light Freak yanks you into the fence up the elbow, forcing the sensation up your arm. You might have screamed before you're ejected just as violently, sent flying midair-
You roll violently across roots and brush...
>"And thaaaat's a Contract! Ha!~Ha! You should be grateful, you're too much of a doofus to make any smart decisions, so I made it for you! I decided
>"V i o l e n c e."
<inquiry>What do you ... mean?
A few eyes level at you, radiating an aura of worryingly calm control.
>"I gave you what you need, Limpdickarooni. I can help you k i l l. A tiny bit of Me, and there's a lot of that to go around; is now in you. That arm of yours is now Mine."
<inquiry>What the Hell are you talking about?
>"Ha! Suck it up and smile, if your disgusting face can! That hand will now decimate anything you swing it at. Not me of course, it's my own design. Plus I can still turn your repulsive kiddo complex over there into fucking splinters."
