wtssts/src/mute/copy/complex/tadaima/01.twee

"Tadaima!"

We don't move and stay silent.

"It means 'welcome home' in Japanese. Unless it doesn't, I'm not sure."

She has a smile on her face. She looks at me, then looks at Old Man, then
\ her face changes. Surprise. Pity. Sorrow. Then she looks at me again. Fear.
\ Terror. Panic. Acceptance. Regret. Determination. It all happens quickly.

She drops her gun, takes out a phone and starts running towards us.

"ER stroke stat" -- she drops the phone.

She reaches Old Man right before he falls. She helps him down, takes me back
\ and hugs me. Seconds later there are two men and a stretcher. They put Old Man
\ on it and take him away. The woman walks into the bedroom. I stay. I don't know
\ what to do.

~~"Come here, Mute."~~

Her voice is tired. I come. She is sitting on the bed, not looking good.

"So, this is what was supposed to happen: I order you both into a room, present
\ an opening, you fight me, tie me up, I refuse to talk, you make me talk. So
\ I ease you into the facts and spend some time with you, and you get to know me
\ and maybe start to like me, and maybe I confFUCK-- nevermind. Here's what
\ actually happened: you think I'm the most evil person on Earth, almost killed
\ the man you like so much..." -- she's crying now -- "Fucking hell, man! ~~Also,
\ why am I talking like both of you at the same time?~~"

Am I supposed to fell compassion for her? She did almost kill the man I like
\ so much, yes. Her tears look geniune though. Almost? I hope they can help
\ Old Man. She inhales sharply and stops crying.

"The plan looked solid. All it took was one STROKE of misfortune to totally
\ deconstruct everything. Of course I did plan for a medical emergency, but
\ I didn't plan for a TEMPORAL one!"

So she's telling me she's not evil, just incompetent? Shaved her pussy with
\ Hanlon's razor? Oooofff, painfully bad, exactly as I like my jokes.

"I'm not blaming him of course, I take full responsibility. Shit."

She opens a drawer, picks up a key and takes my shackle off, then irons. I'm
\ sure she's planted the key herself, why else would it be there? She opens
\ another drawer, picks up a small bottle and drips its contents into my collar.

"I'm in no position to ask you of anything now, all I can do is get you to
\ the hospital. What I hope for is that you'll find it in your heart to give me
\ a chance to fix this. I know you have a heart the size of an aircraft carrier,
\ but I can't take advantage of it."

She splits the collar in half and helps me out of the harness and the gag.

"Let's go to latrine."

I take out the dildo and the plug, she pours water on me while I wash myself.
\ Then we go to the bedroom again.

"You can take my clothes. They'll be a bit oversized for you, but too large
\ is better than too small, right?" -- what, you'll go naked? -- "I need
\ a lesson in humility."

Yeah, whatever. She undresses, the only thing on her is a plastic rectangle
\ on a lanyard. I take a closer look, it only says "Mistress."

"Agent Mistress, nice to meet you Mute."

I hesitate for a bit. Her body is nice. Not a timely thought, but it is nice.
\ And she does have her pussy hairless.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, I'll get you some clothes soon anyway."

Well, Mute the Person needs uniform right? Her clothes look formal, it will do
\ for now. By the way, they smell good. Her high heels don't feel quite right,
\ so she puts them on again.

"Oh, one sec."

She takes a small flask out of my pocket, unscrews the lid and starts drinking.
\ Then remembers something.

"mh srr. mm?" -- she presents the flask before me.

Yeah, sure. I pick the flask and take a sip. Some strong alcohol, I don't drink
\ much. I return the flask and she finishes it.

We get out of the bedroom and she picks up her phone. We start walking down
\ the bunker. Her heels clack not entirely unlike my hooves. There is now a door
\ that wasn't there before. Beyond it I see an elevator and stairs. We go down
\ the stairs.

"Hi, hello, I need a guest pass. First name: Mute. M.U.T.E. Mute. Last name:
\ classified. Well, it is a word. Sex: female. Leave all the other fields blank
\ or fill with random data. Thanks. I'll pick it up personally. Thanks, bye."

We went down several floors now, but the stairs don't end. We continue walking
\ down. She is a sexy bitch. Now is the worst time to think about it, but she is.

"This is not a secret bunker of Pony Corps or People Corps, but it IS a secret
\ bunker. Everything inside is classified, all you'll see or hear is classified.
\ No one will tell you anything without a clearance, and as a guest you won't have any."

How does she know about the Corps? How did she have the key and the liquid? How
\ does she know my name? HOW THE FUCK does she know I often use "fucking hell"
\ in my inner monologue? I don't know what's going on, like, at all, and
\ I won't get any answers. That's frustrating.

Finally we reach the bottom, we must be like twenty floors underground. On yeah,
\ there is something that has been sitting uncomfortably inside me the whole time.
\ I get in front of her and wave.

"Don't go writing with your leg, here's my phone, just type what's on your mind."
\ -- no hooves means no hoofwriting, fair.

> There is a reactor malfunction in the shelter.

Her face drops melancholy and becomes serious.

"We'll look into it. The complex is safe, don't worry." -- she starts walking again.

We pass the doors and walk through corridors. I don't try to remember the path,
\ I just follow along. I don't have a coherent line of thought at the moment,
\ I don't know where to start. The corridors aren't completely empty, we see
\ some people, they don't really react to us, just walking past, some are looking
\ busy others not so much. They don't stop to talk to the naked agent, don't ask
\ what's going on, we just go somewhere, probably with some goal in mind, and they do as well.

I walk barefoot, but the floor tiles are not that cold, and the air temperature
\ is just right for you to be comfortable and not notice it, it's not too warm
\ and not too chilly. The lighting is also quite nice, slightly to the orange side,
\ not too bright, not too dim. This complex feels... I don't know, competent.
\ We stop and I look around. This corridor is the same as the last corridor that
\ was the same as the corridor before it. Were all the angles 90 degrees? What's
\ 90 degrees in Kelvin, pi by three? Hey, I'm just kidding, everyone knows it's pi by four.

Something beeps and the door opens behind me. I turn around and follow the agent inside.

"Basically everyone here wears a uniform, so I had to get creative."

She hands me a black leather catsuit. I would think it's meant for special
\ operations if not for the zipper that goes all the way through the crotch
\ and ends around the waist on your back. On the other hand it's good quality,
\ the leather is thick like it's a biker jacket, nothing like disposable cheap
\ shit you find in sex shops. Did she get it made just for me? Will it even fit?
\ Does she know... well, if she knows MY THOUGHTS I guess it's trivial for her
\ to know my measurements. Now is not the time to be shopping for clothes anyway,
\ if this is what I get than this is what I get.

I undress and give her uniform back to her. I hesitate for a bit. Ah, whatever.
\ I think there was this french movie, "Naked Under Leather" or something, so
\ I guess the precedent exists already. Oooh, it's nice, very nice, tight
\ and comfy. Not like pajamas comfy obviously, it just feels good against
\ the skin. While I took a minute admiring the craftsmanship, the agent is dressed again.

"The boots are yours too."

Yeah, I saw them on the floor. I guess my tastes is not a secret to her any more
\ than other things about me, I approve of the choice. Black leather to match,
\ medium heels, looks like twenty holes high, a bitch to lace up for sure, but
\ they look very appealing. Socks inside are black as well, black as my goth soul.
\ Yeah, I had a phase, all right? Well, so far the future does not offer anything
\ radical, I'm just glad I don't have to wear wooden blocks on my feet. I remember
\ the hooves, somehow I miss them a little. These boots will be a reminder of
\ my failures, I can work with that.

It took a minute, but now I feel more confident. I mean nothing changed, but
\ having your clothes and boots does make you less disoriented, like now you
\ are ready to take on the world. Come at me, world. Agent looks satisfied.

"Right, next we sign you in. But we can stop by canteen, maybe have a coffee?"

Coffee is something I won't refuse. [[I nod.|next]]

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