Collide Gamer Chapter 824 – When the Horned Rat trolls

“Master… Master…”

John made an unwilling sound as he opened his eyes and stared into the darkness of his blindness. It had been weeks since he had last woken up in a manner that left him wishing he could close his eyes again. Usually, he either woke up because he was rested or because he was getting a blowjob. Either of these were things he could have only dreamt of before starting to eat healthily and gaining a whole slew of sowhat sex addicted lovers.

There had been one recent case where he had woken up because he hadn’t been able to breathe. Cause of that was that his face had been buried inside Salamander’s cleavage. That had been out of the ordinary, but not unpleasant.

Getting shaken awake was not exactly his chosen way to start the day. His wishes were sowhat followed when Aclysia stopped shaking him. Instead, she presented him with a phone. All things he saw through her eyes, the Mandala Sphere only just rose from its socket while he took the phone. Whatever the reason for this call was, it had to be urgent enough that the weaponized maid ran the risk of displeasing him.

“John Newman here, what is the situation?”

“The situation,” the Horned Rat responded in a nonchalant tone, “is that you’re a terrible disappointnt. I just heard about your quote-unquote break-up with Marie. I hoped a relationship with her would bind you closer to the Illuminati. It would ensure the alliance of our guild even if you grew to hate . Instead you only fulfil my secondary objective of giving her a talking to about her attitude.”

“…I’m going to hang up now…” the Gar grumbled and already moved the phone away from his ear. His mind was trying to decide whether he was going to scold Aclysia first or go back to sleep. The forr won out. Spanking her ass was a great way to spend the morning and he wasn’t that tired. The first rays of daylight softly illuminated the curtains. Around him, the harem was slowly roused to awake themselves.

“Alright then, guess we will have the eting without you,” the Horned Rat cackled, causing John to freeze in his motion.

“You’re going to need to send so other princess substitute from the Illuminati that’s a tad easier to deal with,” the Gar groaned and put the phone back against his ear. “I can feel the hate growing by the second.”

“Tigeeeer, why are you talking to Dick first thing in the morning?” Rave wanted to know, sleepily raising her head. “It’s not even seven.” She blinked to find that she was now right in front of John’s groin. “Oh, hello actual dick,” she sleepily remarked and gave it a quick peck.

“He’s decided to have the Florida eting right now,” the Gar told his girlfriend, resisting the urge to brush his hand through her hair and encourage her sleepy instincts.

“Do ya need for that?” Rave asked with a long yawn.

“No, it’s fine if I go by myself.”

“Fantastic, see ya when I’m awake.” Her face plopped back down on her cushion, which happened to be Eliza’s thighs.

“You might want to bring Nia. See you in Paradise,” the Horned Rat said and then hung up on John.

“But why does he need to do this before breakfast…” John mumbled, while leaving Aclysia and Beatrice to wake the elental girls that weren’t sleeping inside their dwelling place in his soul. Because he was going outside of even their ludicrously extended range of operations, they had to co along with him. The alternative was the incredibly unpleasant feeling of void and them having an urgent need to find him. Being shaken to wake up was at least mildly more pleasant. Especially since they could just go inside that soul-space and continue sleeping.

John noticed that Nia wasn’t in bed and neither were Scarlett, tra and Siena. Reaching out ntally to the moonshade elental, he dropped the attempt imdiately when he walked into the living room. There, Siena and Nia were sitting on the table and having so tea and biscuits. “I see you’re having a stiff morning,” Siena humd, making a nonchalant gesture towards his morning wood.

“And I have no ti to do anything about it,” the Gar sighed. “Have you been keeping tabs on the situation?”

“Yes,” Siena said and finished her cup of tea. She remained seated as John marched towards the bathroom. He could afford skipping the morning shower, but he could hardly show up to a eting without brushing his teeth. “I’ve already told Nia about things.”

“That’s good,” John shouted from within the bathroom, while fiddling in his contact lenses and Possessing them. “Why’re you awake at this ungodly hour anyway?”

Nia must have guessed the question was coming, as she answered right away, “Siena showed around the Midnight Forest.”

“Fairies are pretty torn on blanks,” Siena added, her sensual voice carrying her amusent. “They like the odd nature but are tornted by Nia’s potential to erase them. A truly wonderful mixture of interest and terror.”

“Shotish I’m reminded tshat you are kinda ehvil,” John answered, moving the toothbrush around at the sa ti. Ignoring the little hourglass on the cupboard under the mirror, the Gar got done with brushing his teeth in less than half the recomnded ti and then stepped back into the living room. “Thank you, Beatrice,” the Gar said when he was offered two granola bars and so jerky. Not the best breakfast ever, but he could eat it on the go. “To the teleporters, I don’t want to miss whatever the Florida people have to say to the Horned Rat.”

Siena went incorporeal, Nia stood up and, together with the maids, followed John. After wolfing down the granola bars, John chewed on the jerky and put on his clothes. Both food items were homade. Beatrice had turned her tendency to focus usefulness over taste into sothing that didn’t just produce nutritional paste. Instead, she had learned how to make nurous lasting foods. They weren’t as good as Aclysia’s cooking, but they did fulfil their purpose of being a quick and healthy snack quite wonderfully.

The maids and the pariah had an easy ti getting dressed on the move themselves. For Nia it was just a ntal switch, for Aclysia and Beatrice, it was a body process that took a few seconds. By the ti they arrived at the teleportation room, John had finished his breakfast and felt mostly awake. There was that unpleasant, slight burning on his eyes, but otherwise he was fine.

Stepping onto the local teleporter, John was brought to the Transport Station in a flash. He had to stand there for half a second, before the Building registered his intent to move again. One second, he was looking at his Palace, the next he was standing before the skyscraper nad Paradise.

“Took you… loooooong enough…” a yawning Wendy greeted him; her sass greatly diminished by the fact that she looked even more tired than he did. “Urgh, just co this way, let’s get this over with so I can get more of my beauty sleep.”

“You really don’t need it,” the Gar remarked, while looking at her ass under the short skirt. The urge to tap it again was especially strong. Because he was so used to being balls deep within soone after brushing his teeth and especially after breakfast, his desire to fuck was spiking. His morning wood had settled, but now it threatened to rise again. Under such circumstances, he was even more direct than usual. “How about we fuck after this eting so we can both wake up properly?”

“I’m down,” Wendy responded and let out another long yawn. “Not to wake up though, even your cock can’t work that miracle. Just fuck hard so I can pass out properly. You’ll do great as a Nyquil alternative.”

“If you’re that tired, why did you co to get ?” John wondered while they entered the skyscraper through the front door. “You could have sent soone else.”

“Yeah, as if anybody else is awake at this hour,” Wendy mocked, and then grumbled to herself, “Fucking rat, coming in after I’ve been asleep for two hours, unannounced, saying he wants you in the eting. What an ass.”

“A dick,” John corrected.

“No, I like those.”

“Fair enough,” he conceded and humd to himself. It was oddly pleasant to hear that Richard wanted him to be present. It took so of the annoyance out of the situation. “What is this eting about anyhow?” he wanted to know.

“I don’t know,” Wendy told him. “Alice insisted on it, you go ask her.”

Scratching his head, the Gar stayed silent from there on out. They walked through the many-doored corridors until Wendy stopped and grabbed a handle, bursting into the room.

“There, I brought the stud!” she announced as they entered a room that reminded John of school. Wooden tables stood next to each other, with unnecessarily uncomfortable and small chairs next to them. There was no chalkboard or teacher’s desk, but even this basic component reminded John of his terrible education experiences. He was imdiately uncomfortable, his stomach twisting into a knot.

‘Now that’s an interesting feeling,’ he analysed himself. ‘Slow breaths, you’re not fourteen anymore and you could slap Frank silly now. No way could he take all the money you saved up to buy the new World of Warcraft expansion after school.’ By the ti he picked a seat, the knot had mostly resolved, although a fundantal dislike for the environnt remained. He gently moved into Aclysia’s mind to keep her from randomly smashing the furniture that made him so uncomfortable.

The Horned Rat was sitting behind one table at the right-hand wall, downsized to accommodate the surroundings. Alice was sitting on a table at the left-hand wall, her legs dangling over the edge. Wendy and John sat closer to the left side and by the entrance, Aclysia and Beatrice standing behind their master. Nia walked into the middle of the room and stood there. “Hello,” she said, to no one in particular.

“Glad you could make it,” Alice said, her face a blank mask. John had always found her empty smile unnerving, but this was even worse. Exactly because he knew the first Maiden of Null could emote, her blank face carried all the threat that Nia’s still expression had lost through exposure to it.

“You’re doing well,” the Horned Rat remarked. “Have you gained so weight? I feel like you were thinner when you left .”

Nia bowed down and grabbed the edge of her skirt. Pulling it up to barely socially acceptable levels, not that this mattered around Florida people, she showed off her legs. Although not at a properly thick level yet, she had successfully gained so definition over the past ten days. “I am working out,” she said and dropped the skirt again.

“That will have little practical effect, but if it makes you happy, I suppose it’s a good thing,” the Horned Rat remarked.

“It makes John happy. He wants to have a bigger butt.”

With as much of a deadpan expression as a skull could have, the Horned Rat turned to look at John. “Of course he does,” he stated. “You continue to aim low, don’t you?” The Gar just shrugged. “Is Nia maybe an acceptable princess substitute to keep binding you to the Illuminati?”

“She is more than a princess substitute to and I guess it does make it harder to stab you in the back if it will make her sad,” he thought out loud. “Congratulations, you managed to get what you wanted before you knew you wanted it.”

“Brazen of you to assu this wasn’t my plan all along,” the Horned Rat responded, cleaning his claws of so minimal dirt. “Anyway, as entertaining as all of you are, I have forges to attend to. Let us get on with this. What do you desire from ? Knowledge? Power? An explanation for so past perceived slight?”

As the Horned Rat asked, he looked around the room in a thorough fashion. The red flickering in the otherwise empty sockets of his skull analysed every corner in an almost paranoid fashion. John had gotten the ability to pierce illusions from receiving so of the Horned Rat’s powers and the Visions of Calamity were capable of further dealing with them. Doubtlessly, the god of future calamity was a master when it ca to information manipulation. It was quite fascinating to the Gar to see this being visibly search for anything wrong going on.

‘I wonder if this is related to a certain chicken not being present,’ John pondered, still convinced, and growing ever more so, that Fred was sothing more. His current guess was that she was the goddess of illusions or sothing of that nature. His attention shifted to Alice when she finally opened her mouth.

“None of that, no,” she dark-haired pariah said. “You can stop looking for soone else. I wanted this eting.”

“And I still desire to know what for,” the Horned Rat responded, focusing on the pariah.

“To talk about you being a horrible parent.”