This choice: "...I have a mission for you." • Go Back...Chapter #6The Requisite Abrupt Ending Chapter by: TFWNoGiantGF   "...I have a mission for you." With a sweep of his cape, Il Palazzo reached his hand out, pointing to the massive woman in the pit.
From head to toe, the massive revolutionary wobbled with glee, the tremors knocking Hyatt down on her side. "Yes! Oh, my Lord, I've been waiting four long years and eleven months for this route with you to continue! The anticipation has made your loyal servant tense and achy!" She saluted, her fingers cutting through some of the elegant drapes, before reaching her thick forehead. With every movement, a thousand of her joints popped, and floods of dust erupted everywhere. "I'm ready for whatever trials may befall me! Through style inconsistencies, retcons, and abandoned plot hooks! Whether you're Lord Il Palazzo of ACROSS, or Ilpallazo-sama of Across, Excel is at your service!"
Hyatt, from the floor, weakly murmured: "Not as if there weren't typos or inconsistencies before, senior senpai."
"Regardless, we must put that energy to use." Il Palazzo sat on the piece of ceiling replacing his throne, his purple hair flowing in the wind. He made a mental note to fix those gaps in the ceiling and walls. "Your new assignment... Is to press the 'back' button on your browser twice. Then, select the other route. The violent path, if you will." The valiant leader flipped his laptop monitor upright once more, letting his yellow eyes focus on it. Interactives were currently unavailable. He reloaded the page.
She blinked in confusion for a moment, eyelashes loud enough that people outside the secret base could hear. "Huh? Choose the violent path? But Excel's under your power! How many times has a gigantic girl in a story surrendered her free will for a normal-sized guy's desires?"
Hyatt counted on her fingers, looking pensive. "How many giantess stories were written by normal-sized guys?"
Il Palazzo scratched his narrow chin. "Precisely. It just so happens that many people's desire is for a girl to step on or eath them." He swung his hand out dramatically, and pressed F5. "Let me make my request clear and succinct: return to the beginning. Leave this base, and do as you will on the other storyline. Try not to snap any modem cables on the way out."
Hyatt stood to her trembling legs, smiling. "I understand, Lord Il Palazzo. I don't have any preference about which option the reader selects."
Pumping her arms in excitement, the larger agent's emerald eyes glimmered, lighting up the base from corner to corner. "Oh, great Il Palazzo! You trust Excel so much, you'd let her follow the violent route! And without displaying any fear or hesitation!" She hugged him, smothering him in the massive orbs of her chest, flesh partly revealed from the tears. "They say 'If you love something, let it free' - and I feel so much like a something! But additionally, even more so, like a someone!"
As she shouted, her body rocketed and bumped with the energy of a pinball. It gave Il Palazzo the experience of being on a roller coaster - with a lower cost, fewer children, and louder screaming in his ears. Between bounding tit flesh and fabric, the fearless leader turned his head to the laptop screen. The webpage wasn't loading; he moved a compressed arm to refresh it again. "I'm glad you agree. But should you disrupt me again during the next few hours, I will not hesitate to attack you with the most powerful weapon available."
Excel stepped away; her boss fell on his feet, unglued from the mountains of meat. She smiled. "Understood! I'm certain that won't come back to bite me in the rear quarters!" Shedding a few tears, she braced her fists, and turned to Hyatt. "Well, it's sad to say goodbye so soon... Are you ready to take the alternate option?"
Hyatt calmly put her palms together. "I'm prepared. Now, if I remember, I was stuck on your sole in that first chapter. So to make sure everything's in order..." She silently flopped into the deep pit, letting herself fall to the bottom. Upon reaching the end, splattered flat below on her stomach, she slithered underneath her senior's turquoise boot - and lodged herself underneath it.
With a few stomps, Excel made sure her red-clad companion was firmly in place. Wouldn't want her to fall off and get hurt. She saluted him. "Godspeed, Il Palazzo!"
He refreshed the page, lifting an eyebrow in response.
Then, with the force of a rocket, the titanic redhead launched herself in the air. She fell in reverse, apologized in reverse, broke the ceiling in reverse - like a videotape on rewind. As she retraced her steps through the streets, turning rubble into buildings, she chattered happily:
"!OZZALAP !LI !LIAH ...no sekarb eht tup emmeL !retpahc suoiverp eht dehcaer ev'ew ,thgir er'uoy ,hA ?ttayH ,tazzahW ...!tsap eht ot kcab ,kcab teg attog tsuJ !erutceferP F ,ytiC F ,0002-9991 ni evil attog uoy ,nehT .bmud si ni er'uoy tnemom eht sselnU !etirw annaw uoy tahw etirw dna ,tnemom eht ni evil attog uoY !yllautneve detadtuo eb lliw gnihtyrevE !etaroceder dna xif ot evah reven uoy taht esuoh a dliub ot elbissopmi s'tI !reverof gninaem dna txetnoc emas eht speek taht yrots a etirw ot elbissopmi s'tI !noitacirbaf decaf-dlab ro ,eil tnatalb a rehtie saw stnemetats s'lecxE fo eno yreve ,yllautcA .esuoh taht tuoba yrros ,hahA !lanrete si semina ydorap tsidrusba yrutnec-eht-fo-nrut no desab scifnaf rof tekram ehT !reverof ynnuf niamer lliw snoitulover enitsednalc dna sesirc cimonoce tuoba sekoJ !tnaveler yats htiw seirots evitcaretni moc.gnitirw ot secnerefer eseht lla ,llew sA !hserf eb SYAWLA lliw ecnerefer tahT !tsap eht ot kcab ,kcab teg attoG !sdrawkcab gniog ,segassem kcartkcab neddibrof dna neddih ,sdrawkcab gniog ,sdrawkcab gnioG !ozzalaP lI ,deepsdoG"
Within the base, the leader of ACROSS turned his gaze away from the unbroken ceiling, and to his laptop. With the rubble having rewound itself off, he could once again sir in his throne. His gloved finger slammed F5 - until, after many retries, his efforts and patience were rewarded with a response from writing.com's servers.
"Oops, Writing.Com had the following problem(s):
Item ID #1049138 was not found within Writing.Com's system.
This could be a temporary error, so please try again in a few minutes. If the error continues, the item has been removed from our system or the item number is not valid."
His story was gone - swallowed up by some entity between dimensions.
A smile formed across the man's narrow features, eyes shut gently. "Thank you all for the good times. I have no regrets. But it's time for me to take a break. New conquests await."
He folded his laptop, and unfolded a Visual Kei magazine. |
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