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MonkeyGeddon Chapter 2; By Kusu Neru

Tongwo: MG 2 | Tongwo (testificatetime.wixsite.com)

“Wakey wakey!” Takei said, shaking his arm. He groggily looked up, wincing from the bright light of the lamp she had turned on.

“What is it?”

“Dinner, idiot. Come one, you’ll be late. You know how offended Tobe gets if we don’t eat his cooking.”

“Not my fault if it always looks like some variety of slime.” He stood up, slipping back into his hoodie. She laughed.

“Ah well, not like we can just order Dominos.”

They walked back into the mess hall, also known as a converted storage room with the strongest box they could find in the middle. Nomura pulled a bucket off of a shelf and sat down.

“What's the menu tonight then?”

“Well, I thought I’d go all out. Went and did a little bit o’ fishing,” Tobe said, placing a large, steaming bowl on the table. “And hey presto, from the least-out-of-date food I could find in the store cupboard, Chicken and Mushroom Ramen, with some salmon!” Kiyabu mocked a retch, which they all laughed at. Nomura and Takei resisted the urge to retch for real.

“Bit of an… odd mix, don’t you think?” Takei said, picking up the noodles and some pieces of the fish with her chopsticks and inspecting them.

“Hey, trust me, it tastes better than you think.”

“Isn’t that what you said before you ate the out-of-date peanut butter with an orange?” Nomura sniggered. Tobe sighed.

“Hey, not like yours is any better!” he fired back.

“At least my peanut-butter orange didn’t have a peculiarly green sauce!”

The rest of the meal went on in peace, as they conversed about their investigations.

“Project DP is going pretty well so far. We managed to clone about half of a leg, so if we can amplify that we’ll certainly be able to hit the deadline,” Takei said. Tobe said.

“Lucky. Project MM is going… well, can't really complain. We’ve modified some stuff, but then that seems to make other parts worse. Like, with this one monkey, we increased the strength of its arms, but that just made its legs super weak.” Tobe shook his head. “Honestly, it’s a massive pain.”

“Damn. Tell you what, I’ll come give you a hand tomorrow,” Nomura said. He looked over at Takei. “You’ll be able to manage it on your own, right?”

“Oh yeah, yeah, of course. We only have some recalculating to do, anyway.” She nodded.

Kiyabu nodded, holding up a piece of paper. “Sounds good. That would make us about 2.5 people’s work power, that way.”

Tobe laughed. “Yeah, only a half for you.” Kiyabu shook his head, smirking. “Ooh, you cowbag!” Tobe said, jokingly punching him on the shoulder.

As Tobe cleared up the dishes, they filed into the recreation room to figure out what to watch tonight.

“We could watch… lets go with a classic, Jot a Kanana?” Nomura said, looking at the description. “‘Released in 2290, it follows a group of travellers attempting to take down an evil syndicate’. Sounds fun.”

“Nah, how about Jing Janga Dastroya? That’s a certified movie night film!” Takei said.

“Hey Kiyabu, you found anything?” Kiyabu flicked over to it. Takei inspected it. “Tolo into San… okay, Kiyabu,” she said, as Kiyabu sniggered, “Lets try and find something that your mother didn’t star in.” Kiyabu looked destroyed. Nomura laughed.

“AND THAT WAS THE END OF ALSANA IMPERIUM!” The credits flew up onto the screen. Nomura rubbed his eyes.

“God, I'm tired. We should probably get to bed, busy day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Tobe yawned, and nudged Takei. “Oh, she’s asleep. Dang, that was such a good ending!”

“Yeah, I know. You take her arms and I’ll take her legs.” Nomura stood up. Tobe looked at him questioningly.

“Hmm, any reason?”

“What? I wouldn’t wanna sleep on the sofa. Didn’t someone spill a drink over it the other night?” Nomura said. Tobe chuckled.

“Yep, definitely the only reason,” he chuckled, standing up too.

“Alright, one, two, three, LIFT!” Nomura whispered. It was moments like these he really wished that he had gotten the top bunk. He felt his arms burn as he and Tobe barely managed to dump her on top. He gasped.

“Damn,” Tobe whispered, “Why didn’t you get the top bunk?”

Nomura laid in his bed, thinking. There were two sleeping quarters, to represent the two teams they were in. Nomura and Takei were in R1, and Tobe and Kiyabu were in R2. Kiyabu had been fast asleep after he had left halfway through the movie, making it difficult for Tobe to get on the top bunk. But that wasn't what he was thinking about. Should he be with Takei? I mean, sure, she was nice and all, but… The thoughts confused him. He didn’t really… want a girlfriend. He was fine as-is, having 3 friends rather than a girlfriend and 2. Chances are, it would just make thing awkward, especially if she said no. He turned over. Time to sleep, again.

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Arch Status Misdirection Chapter 2; By Kusu Neru

Tongwo: ASM Chapter 2 | Tongwo (testificatetime.wixsite.com)

A mixture of shock and horror ran through Manzo’s spine, from his neck down to his feet. His breathing sped up as his legs buckled, depositing him on the carpeted floor of his home. Sweat ran down his face. “What… oh, oh my god…” Other murmurings came out of his mouth, but he ignored them. That… that had happened. He felt himself fall back.

He woke up again, about an hour later. He processed it all in his head. He ran a hand through his hair. “Alright, well,” he said, hoping to all the gods he had heard of that his hand wouldn’t hit something mushy, “Well, it… it happened, that’s for sure.” He remembered something from the nightmare, no, the… experience. Light had shone from his hands. What had that been? He inspected his hands. Sure enough, his skin, while looking practically the same to the naked eye, seemed to have the consistency of congealed blood, reminiscent of the time he had left a saucer of lamb blood out. He shuddered. He ran a hand across his cheek. It felt cold, clammy even. Almost like it was wet. Manzo suddenly had an idea.

He headed into his kitchen and grabbed a lighter. He held his hand above it. “Well, here goes nothing.” He flicked the switch. Flame coursed out of the top. His hand felt… odd. It was melting.

Blood oozed off of his hand, making Manzo retch. “Oh god,” He murmured. But the ‘skin’ didn’t go. Instead, more skin seemed to regenerate in its place, leading to a stream of blood seeping from his hand. He held it there, in quiet astonishment, for over a minute. He felt horrified, but it was a kind of horror where you wanted to see what would happen next. He took his hand off of the lighter, and his hand immediately returned to a normal consistency. He inspected it. “Well, that disease either turned me insane, or that actually happened.”

He sat back down on his couch, and turned on the TV. It was still on the channel from the night before. “…ck in the eastern region as nearly the entire population has been killed from the disease. The exact way is unknown, however biopsies report rooms full of blood and almost desiccated-looking corpses littering houses and streets. The hazmat team has been sent in, in order to hopefully find any survivors from the night. More on this at 3.” Manzo felt… stunned. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

 “Hideaki, correct?” The man at the door said. He looked like he had came straight from a fallout game, with a huge gas mask and protective clothing covering every inch of his being.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“You know about the illness, Occisor 12?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Have you been outside in the last day or so, or have you had any of the symptoms listed on the 9 o’ clock news last night?”

Manzo was about to say yes, when he reconsidered. Saying yes would certainly make the man confused, as seemingly everyone else had died. He might be taken away, as a rare case, and they might even find out about the whole hand-thing.

“Well, umm, no, actually.” Manzo attempted too look inconspicuous. The man looked confused.

“Are you sure? This illness seems to have spread throughout the entire region. Even around this bit.”

“Well, I guess I just got lucky.”

“Hmm, alright. Final question, does this look familiar to you?”

A printout was shown to him, and Manzo gasped. It showed a room full of blood, with a man, almost empty-looking, laying dead on a bed with his limbs looking like burst balloons, and worms coming out. It looked almost exactly like what had happened to him. Still, he knew that he couldn’t say anything.

“Oh god, no! Why would you show that to me!” Manzo said, attempting to make a big show out of being horrified at the image. The man instantly retracted his arm, apologetically.

“My apologies, sir, I would have thought you'd've… I don’t know, really. Anyway, we have been ordered to evacuate this zone of all living personnel, including people. So, would you mind packing all of your belongings you wish to take?” Manzo felt… shocked. He had to… leave? But… but what about his job? His home? His fa… Oh, no.

“Yes, I… I'll be out shortly.” He shut the door, breathing heavily, a cold sweat starting on his forehead. He knelt down, running a hand through his short, blond hair. “I have to… go.” He muttered, slowly. He felt scared. Confused. What was the illness? How had it happened?

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MonkeyGeddon Chapter 1 ; By Kusu Neru

Tongwo: MG 1 | Tongwo (testificatetime.wixsite.com)

“And, hey presto!” Manzo Hideaki said, placing the steaming plate down on the table. “One dish of ramen, extra egg and lettuce!”

“Thanks,” they replied.

“No problem!”

Manzo returned to the kitchen, and took his hat off. He checked the time. Nearly time to close. He went and locked the back door, turned off the lights in the back, and started cleaning up the kitchen. He grabbed a bowl and began to scrub. He liked his job as a chef. The small restaurant he owned was run almost entirely by him, occasionally with some of his family members joining in. It made enough money, enough to allow him to live comfortably. He replaced the bowl in the spot it went on the shelf, and picked up the spoons he had used. He dumped them in the sink and turned the tap on. Hot, steaming water flowed over them. He picked up a sponge and began scrubbing them too.

Soon, the process of washing up was over. He squeezed the sponge out and placed it next to the tap. He took his gloves off. “Well, I guess I just have to wait for that guy to leave.” He stood in the doorway, watching. The man was… normal, he supposed. Just a very slow eater. He sighed, and walked over. “Hey, ‘scuse me, but you’re kind of past the time of closing.”

“Oh, sorry.” He stood up, pulling his wallet out. He slammed 2000 yen down on the table. “I’ll get going.” Manzo stared at the money in disbelief. There was still half a bowl left!

He groaned in pleasure as he sat down on his armchair, glass of wine in hand. It was his day off tomorrow, and he intended to celebrate. He reached for the remote to turn on the TV. He leaned over, but an almighty hacking cough took over him. It felt like sandpaper was being scrubbed against his throat. “What the, hack, is this?” He coughed again, as he picked up the remote. He ran a hand across his mouth, and looked at it. A mixture of blood and snot stared back. “Holy… aw, just as I was getting comfortable!”

He turned the TV on as he stood up to wash his hand. He clicked onto the local news as cold water ran down his hands.

“Important information for all those living in the east!” Manzo looked back, seriously. “A mysterious illness, now known as Occisor 12, has been reported in the eastern region.” Images flashed up on the screen, causing Manzo’s jaw to drop in disbelief. “Symptoms of this illness are intense fits of coughing or sneezing up blood. If you find yourself identifying with either of those, you must stay inside and avoid contact with anyone else. The eastern region has been placed on lockdown, with no one allowed out. That is all.”

Manzo poured the wine down the sink. That day off didn’t seem as good as he had thought it would be, at least because he now knew he would have a lot more of them.

He laid in his bed, fear coursing through his veins. This illness could actually kill him, he thought as he scrolled on his phone. Reports of the illness were spreading, but were still luckily contained in the eastern region. He almost didn’t want to sleep, in fear that he wouldn’t wake up, but he knew he had to. As he shut his eyes, he remembered a book he had read on the Vikings. Apparently, they didn’t wear armour when going into battle, as they believed their fate had been predetermined beforehand.  That was the final thought rushing through Manzo’s mind as he drifted off to sleep.

Manzo’s eyes flew open. He looked around. It was his room, still. But something felt off. He didn’t know what it was, but a definite unease had settled in his mind. He felt his hands begin to shake, indicating another anxiety attack. But this was no anxiety attack. His hands shook faster and faster, until they were a blur. It spread to his forearm, his elbow, to his entire arm. Suddenly, pain erupted in a shower of blood as the skin burst open, revealing a bloody mess of worms and insects. Manzo let out a scream. “NOO!!” He yelled. Blood coursed out of him, almost reminding him of a waterfall. Out of the blue, a sudden glimmer of light appeared on his hands. This brought even more of the raw, unbridled pain he had felt before. Blood seemed to congeal on the spot, becoming tough and hard. Finally, from what he thought was blood loss, he passed out.

He woke up in a cold sweat, fear being replaced by relief. He panted happily. It was just a dream. He stood up, and went to make breakfast. Something fell out of his hair, inciting him to look down. It was a worm.

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Arch Status Misdirection Chapter 1 ; By Kusu Neru

Tongwo: ASM Chapter 1 | Tongwo (testificatetime.wixsite.com)

“And, hey presto!” Manzo Hideaki said, placing the steaming plate down on the table. “One dish of ramen, extra egg and lettuce!”

“Thanks,” they replied.

“No problem!”

Manzo returned to the kitchen, and took his hat off. He checked the time. Nearly time to close. He went and locked the back door, turned off the lights in the back, and started cleaning up the kitchen. He grabbed a bowl and began to scrub. He liked his job as a chef. The small restaurant he owned was run almost entirely by him, occasionally with some of his family members joining in. It made enough money, enough to allow him to live comfortably. He replaced the bowl in the spot it went on the shelf, and picked up the spoons he had used. He dumped them in the sink and turned the tap on. Hot, steaming water flowed over them. He picked up a sponge and began scrubbing them too.

Soon, the process of washing up was over. He squeezed the sponge out and placed it next to the tap. He took his gloves off. “Well, I guess I just have to wait for that guy to leave.” He stood in the doorway, watching. The man was… normal, he supposed. Just a very slow eater. He sighed, and walked over. “Hey, ‘scuse me, but you’re kind of past the time of closing.”

“Oh, sorry.” He stood up, pulling his wallet out. He slammed 2000 yen down on the table. “I’ll get going.” Manzo stared at the money in disbelief. There was still half a bowl left!

He groaned in pleasure as he sat down on his armchair, glass of wine in hand. It was his day off tomorrow, and he intended to celebrate. He reached for the remote to turn on the TV. He leaned over, but an almighty hacking cough took over him. It felt like sandpaper was being scrubbed against his throat. “What the, hack, is this?” He coughed again, as he picked up the remote. He ran a hand across his mouth, and looked at it. A mixture of blood and snot stared back. “Holy… aw, just as I was getting comfortable!”

He turned the TV on as he stood up to wash his hand. He clicked onto the local news as cold water ran down his hands.

“Important information for all those living in the east!” Manzo looked back, seriously. “A mysterious illness, now known as Occisor 12, has been reported in the eastern region.” Images flashed up on the screen, causing Manzo’s jaw to drop in disbelief. “Symptoms of this illness are intense fits of coughing or sneezing up blood. If you find yourself identifying with either of those, you must stay inside and avoid contact with anyone else. The eastern region has been placed on lockdown, with no one allowed out. That is all.”

Manzo poured the wine down the sink. That day off didn’t seem as good as he had thought it would be, at least because he now knew he would have a lot more of them.

He laid in his bed, fear coursing through his veins. This illness could actually kill him, he thought as he scrolled on his phone. Reports of the illness were spreading, but were still luckily contained in the eastern region. He almost didn’t want to sleep, in fear that he wouldn’t wake up, but he knew he had to. As he shut his eyes, he remembered a book he had read on the Vikings. Apparently, they didn’t wear armour when going into battle, as they believed their fate had been predetermined beforehand.  That was the final thought rushing through Manzo’s mind as he drifted off to sleep.

Manzo’s eyes flew open. He looked around. It was his room, still. But something felt off. He didn’t know what it was, but a definite unease had settled in his mind. He felt his hands begin to shake, indicating another anxiety attack. But this was no anxiety attack. His hands shook faster and faster, until they were a blur. It spread to his forearm, his elbow, to his entire arm. Suddenly, pain erupted in a shower of blood as the skin burst open, revealing a bloody mess of worms and insects. Manzo let out a scream. “NOO!!” He yelled. Blood coursed out of him, almost reminding him of a waterfall. Out of the blue, a sudden glimmer of light appeared on his hands. This brought even more of the raw, unbridled pain he had felt before. Blood seemed to congeal on the spot, becoming tough and hard. Finally, from what he thought was blood loss, he passed out.

He woke up in a cold sweat, fear being replaced by relief. He panted happily. It was just a dream. He stood up, and went to make breakfast. Something fell out of his hair, inciting him to look down. It was a worm.

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