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Become as Cats.
You woke up in a dimly lit room. The stench of blood permeating through the room assailed your sense of smell. Where the hell are you? You found yourself sitting on a metal chair, wrists strapped a little bit too tight for your taste to the armrests. You tried to stand up when you realize that your ankles were strapped to the leg rests as well.
The last thing you could remember was walking home from a local izakaya after drinking with your superiors. You swore you didn’t drink that much alcohol to warrant not remembering what happened for the rest of the night. You focused on what was available of your brainpower to recall the what happened, bits and pieces of memory started coming together. You walked down a pretty dark street, not very concerned about mugger since you’re pretty decently built yourself, you remembered walking past this intersection when you heard a loud “ORAYO!” and something …hit your jaw? Then you lost consciousness. In fact, you think your jaw is dislocated right now so some aspect of that must be true.
“You know, we used to use one of those chlorofom-soaked handkerchiefs to knock someone unconscious.”
A familiar voice of a foxy woman came from behind you: Shirakami Fubuki. Her hands were holding an ice pick each and rubbed the metal part against eachother. She continued, all while circling around you.
“It took a bit too long though, usually four to six minutes. So, we had Korone do it the old way after a chump got away.”
Your eyes scanned the room for the first time and you finally noticed the figure of a dog girl and a cat girl sitting just around the corner. They didn’t seem to want to take part in whatever Fubuki was about to do to you. She realized you were not paying attention and swung the blunt end of the ice pick towards your face.
“You’re a bold one, huh?”
You tried to say you were sorry for whatever the hell made them do this to you but seemed like the last strike just unhinged your jaw from its socket, turning what you tried to say into incomprehensible mess of mumblings. Fubuki put her face closer to yours, a delightful situation if not for the fact that you’re strapped on a chair getting tortured.
“You’re the one who sent a superchat to Mio with the message ‘MIOO MY CAT DIED LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO’, right?”
Oh fuck.
You totally did. You didn’t really watch Mio and only clicked at one or two clips of her being motherly on your recommendation, that time you …were very drunk and curious aboud how she would’ve responded to it. You didn’t think you stayed long enough to see her reaction. You were too intoxicated at the time and passed out right after sending the superchat.
“Mio…” Fubuki masterfully flipped the ice pick around her fingers before stabbing your cheek with it, the tip coming out through the other side.
“She’s a gentle soul, you know. She loves her fans so much she made sure to read even blue superchats for them…” She absentmindedly twisted the icepick around. The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. You really, really wanted to scream but were scared of what would happen if you startled the white-haired fox.
“That night, Taiga was really sick and Mion got super worried, yet she streamed anyway. I begged her to take her time off but she told me she trusted her Mio-fa to cheer her up at her lowest…”
Her downcast eyes suddenly lit up with rage. She yanked the ice pick out from your mouth, pointed each of them on your shoulders and went to town on them.
“AND YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD-”
Fubuki shouted, though you couldn’t hear clearly since your own scream muffled her voice. Her face so close as if savoring every second of the torture.
“-MADE HER CRY”
She thrusted her ice picks, again, and again. Each stab going lower than before. You could feel your bones cracking when the metal tip hit it with such force.
“-WHEN SHE TRUSTED YOU SO MUCH”
The last strike was a heavy one into the back of your hands, skewering it through the metal armrests, and making a loud clang. She left the ice pick there and turned away, clearly out of breath.
“Unforgivable. You don’t deserve Mio. The world doesn’t deserve her, really.”
