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The oStyle™ Digital Alarm Clock is a unique device because it does exactly what its name implies. It doesn't have built-in scheduling and calendaring apps, it doesn't connect to the internet to pull up weather forecasts, and it doesn't use complex algorithms to determine the user's best time to take a break. It's really just a battery-powered black box that tells the time and emits a piercing beep at a predetermined time—no more, no less. Sure, it occasionally breaks down or restarts for no apparent reason, but that's part of its real charm. On this special day, a Ret
The oStyle™ Digital Alarm Clock performed its duty without question and emitted a piercing chirp at exactly 7am.
The device was then slapped so hard that it flew from the bedside table to the bedroom floor. This crude move had the desired effect of shutting the damn thing's mouth, much to the relief of its owner. Then, five minutes later, the alarm starts going off again, and the user has to roll out of bed to reach over and turn it off, rather than just pressing the snooze button. The man was mumbling incoherently but was wide awake and had no choice but to abandon the comfort of his bed and face the day. He said hello as usual to the girl sitting motionless in the corner of the room.
"Good morning, Maggie." Joe yawned. "I hope you had a good night, I had a bad one"
She looked at him but didn't respond.
"Yeah, I know, I know. I'm so nervous about today that I can't sleep. This is so weird."
She stared at him but didn't respond.
"Oh, by the way. Jeeves?"
The robot butler walks around the open bedroom.
"What is it, Master Mulligan?"
"Put the kettle on, okay?"
"Of course, sir. Do you want me to prepare breakfast too?"
"Please say."
"General?"
"No, today is a special day. Bring out the expensive starberry jam."
"Very good, sir."
The autokeeper nodded, camera-like head, and circled down the hall and into the kitchen.
"I know it's a waste," he turned to Maggie, "but I'll be damned if I don't let you live even for a little while."
She looked at him but didn't respond.
"Oh! Silly me. I almost forgot your most loyal servant."
Joe reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small plastic box that rattled slightly with every movement. I opened the lid and found that half of it was brown-green particles the size of my thumbnail. He grabbed three, put the box back in its place, and walked over to the glass terrarium on the windowsill. Azgodkara raised its little head and looked up expectantly with its big eyes. Joe carefully placed one of them on his fingertips and handed it to the round python. The little snake jumped forward, snatched the meal with its little fangs, and devoured it in the blink of an eye. The same thing happened with the other two pellets.
"That's right," Joe said with a smile. "Come on, let us put you in your place."
He reached out again, extending his upturned palm toward the snake. Azgod'kala
No hesitation, no shying away, just climbing onto it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Then Joe took it to Maggie and gently placed the boa on her bare shoulders. It curled up in a ball and looked very content as it slowly digested its food in its favorite seat.
"I've been wondering if Azgodkara should grow up," he said to Maggie again. "I'm kind of glad he didn't do that, though. He's so much cuter than this. Like a tough little noodle."
She stared at the snake for a moment, but didn't react.
"……Yes."
The man finally started to get dressed. He wasn't in a particular hurry, so he took his time and occasionally made some one-sided comments to the passive observer. After getting dressed, he quickly did 20 push-ups. It wasn't enough to make him sweat, but it was enough to wake up his sleeping muscles. He emphasized that he never slacked off in his physical training while Maggie was away, and it showed. It's hard to believe that he has transformed from the living stick figure into the muscular hunk he is now through completely natural means. Except for the nutritional supplements he occasionally takes.
"Phew. Must be more tiring than I thought. I was a little out of breath. Ah, good. I can be lazy on special occasions. Maggie?"
She blinked three times, but there was no response.
"Oh, sure. Anyway, breakfast should be ready by now, so come with me to the kitchen."
"definitely."
The girl stood up and followed Joe out of the room. Her steps were so steady and quiet that the snake on her shoulder didn't seem to notice its movement. At least, until she was directed to sit at the table, at which point Azgodkara moved away and hid beneath her raven hair. As for the dinner Jeeves had just prepared, which included tea, toast, jam, omelettes and grilled sausages - a veritable feast by the standards of ordinary British citizens. The man ate with gusto while the girl ate her portion slowly and methodically. He continued to make the occasional casual remark or comment, only to be met with blank silence.
As breakfast progressed, however, the man's goofy exterior began to crumble like a soggy biscuit. At one point, he dropped his pretense and stared blankly at his nearly empty cup of tea. He missed the real Maggie. How much he longed for the Queen to see her smile and speak truly, not just those monotonous one-word answers. At first, hearing her voice calmed his mind, but lately it had the opposite effect. He felt as if this pitiable little drama was the only thing keeping him from completely losing his mind. No, that's not entirely correct. He also has support from friends and family. Those are the people who have taken care of him all his life and are still taking care of him to this day, and it is because of them that he has been able to persevere for so long.
Joe is a simple guy, and although he tries to stay strong and take care of Maggie's veins like he promised, it's not enough. So, just like he promised when he first visited his father at the mining station, he decided to try to take control of his life. That's why he's so nervous about today. He spent so much time, energy and money trying and preparing. He had tried twice and failed both times. The third time was different. This time, he succeeded. He must succeed. He mustered up his courage, made up his mind, and finished the cup of tea that had gone cold.
"Follow me, Maggie." He stood up suddenly. "We're leaving."
"definitely."
Joe quickly put on his jacket and sneakers and shouldered the duffel bag he had prepared the night before. He left the apartment and walked straight to the elevator, the girl following him. After entering, they sat for a full three hundred and thirteen floors before getting off the bus. The man strode to a particular apartment and rang the doorbell without hesitation. After a minute or two the door opened, and out came a burly, bald gentleman, whose squinted face showed that he had just woken up.
"Jesus, Joe," Barry complained. "You get up early, don't you?"
"It's almost eight o'clock, Dad."
"Oh. Oh, guy. Okay, I'll get my stuff and I'll be right back."
It took Mulligan Sr. several minutes to get ready. When he emerged, he was wearing a shabby tracksuit that was much more comfortable than he looked. He was carrying a duffle bag similar to Joe's, but he didn't have the same energy as his son, as evidenced by his constant yawning.
"I can't believe you overslept," the young man complained.
"I can't believe you didn't. You were texting me until two in the morning last night."
"I guess I just wake up easier."
"Must be that annoying alarm of yours. Seriously, how can that damn beep not drive you crazy every day?"
"I'm used to it."
That's a complete lie. Ret
The oStyle™ digital alarm clock is designed to emit a piercing sound at a frequency guaranteed to irritate anyone who hears it. Joe absolutely despised the stupid thing, so he didn't hesitate to give it a slap every morning. However, he did not dare to get rid of it. It was the only clock he found that didn't mess with Maggie's autopilot. Every other device he tried either kept ticking or emitted a bunch of electronic signals, both of which caused the girl's unconscious container to start moving around the house. As far as the man knew, her "program" was to continue collecting data and not hesitate to follow any random "blip" that appeared on her "radar".
At first, Jo didn't think this strange habit was a big deal, especially since she listened to him every time he told her to stop. However, when he wakes up to find Maggie's body hanging precariously out of the window, it's clear that something must be done. It doesn't matter whether the fall will hurt her. It would be irresponsible to let her roam free, this man cannot lock her up like an animal. So, he either turned off or threw away any wireless devices or appliances that might trigger her "curiosity killed the cat" mode. This includes leaving the VR pod offline forever.
The only exception is Jeeves. It was necessary for him to take good care of the large apartment so that it did not gather dust. This and the magic tea he made were one of the few comforts that kept Joe calm during this ordeal. Fortunately, the man was able to reprogram himself so that he could be friendly to Maggie. It's not an easy task, nor is it a legal one, but the robotics technicians in the building are still eager to help. Having said that, it was clear to Joe that he didn't actually need Jeeves' help. In fact, he didn't need that big apartment at all. Maggie herself doesn’t need maintenance. Vigilance, yes, but not maintenance. Her body shape's personal hygiene is always impeccable and she doesn't even need to shower or change clothes even once. It only needs food and water to survive, and Noot-Goop can easily provide both.
But he could never let her go through this. No man wants to see the girl he loves with a feeding tube stuck in her face. He treats the boat like a human being, making sure it gets proper food and rest, and even takes it out on occasional dates. He does this not only for himself, but also for Maggie. The girl will eventually come back, and when she does, she'll be sure to absorb all the memories from her ship as fast as she can, eager to see what she missed. Joe wanted to welcome her back with years of love, warmth, and care, so he never let up on his boyfriend duties. That is, he has never indulged in the desires of the flesh, nor does he intend to. He loved Maggie, not her body, so doing naughty things to her when she wasn't around was off-putting.
For a while, this pretense wasn't a problem. Of course, Joe thought, before he knew it, the girl would be back. But days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. He tried to stay strong and determined, but as the first year passed after she left, scary thoughts began to creep into his mind. What if Maggie takes a long time to come back and Joe is an old and frail man? Worse, what if he dies of old age and never sees her again? He should lock her up in a warehouse somewhere Then try to forget her and move on with your life? Is it better to love and lose than to dwell on something that shouldn't have happened? If he did something so cruel and she came back, would she forgive him? ?If she did that, could he still look her in the eyes? Do eyes really exist?
This was the painful thought that Joe Mulligan struggled with for five years. Today is the sixth anniversary of the first time he met Maggie, which means he's been waiting for her for more than five years. The young man already somewhat despised the date and the intense loneliness it brought him, but this was different. This year, his chaos finally ended. He kept telling himself, lest he succumb to horrible thoughts that would crush him at all costs.
"Joe, are you okay?" Barry asked suddenly. "You've been a little behind the times since we left the 'Scraper Zone'."
The two of them were walking in the underground city of Dave-156, a big city. The air at the lowest level below is stuffy, cold, and always smells like burning tires. Joe was no stranger to this, his father had seen and experienced worse than this during his days as a laborer, so neither of them paid particular attention to the atmosphere. However, the old man couldn't help but notice a rather terrifying expression on his son's face.
"No," Joe admitted. "I'm not. But I will."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" It's kind of crazy. "
"I've said it a hundred times, yes."
"Okay. Just make sure you don't do anything you'll regret."
"I know. Hey, thanks."
"for what?"
"Thank you for agreeing to do this."
Barry smiled softly and put a hand on his son's shoulder, giving him a comforting squeeze.
"No, thank you for trusting me."
The biggest regret in this man's life is that he was not able to be by Joe's side when he was growing up. Fortunately, the boy had a very peaceful childhood, but his adult life became turbulent. Barry felt satisfied because he was finally able to fulfill his father's responsibility and support his son in any situation. Although he disagrees with all of Joe's choices and has many reservations about his plans, he never refuses when Joe asks for help.
"You...rehearsed, right?" the young man asked cautiously.
"Yes, I said it. It made me blue in the face. Your mother almost kicked me out."
"You didn't tell her, did you?"
"Of course not. As a queen, can you imagine her reaction? She would flip the lid!"
"Huh. Yeah. We're going to do something really stupid, aren't we?"
"definitely."
Maggie's automated reply catches Joe and Barry off guard. Considering how insignificant her presence is, it's easy to forget she's still there. Still, it was a welcome distraction that helped ease the Mulligans' nerves. As they neared their destination, they had calmed down. They stood in front of a domed metal structure nestled in a relatively small space between the foundations of skyscrapers. Still, the building was large enough to accommodate hundreds of people if it were a hotel. It clearly isn't. Judging by the numerous loading bays, conveyor belts, pipes, and other visible machinery, this place is actually a factory. At least there used to be one. It had been a long time since anything had been produced here, but it meant a lot to Joe. Just looking at the porch reminded him of Maggie first learning to walk.
"Come on then." Barry patted him on the back. "Let's go in and get ready."
"Right. But I'm sure Benny and Karen have made most of the preparations."
"Are you sure? It seems to me that your partners are not responsible."
"Believe me, this is the kind of crap they live for."
Venturing into the innermost room of the hemispherical building, Joe's friends are indeed busy. All the candles are placed, everyone's spot is marked, and the centerpiece looks nice and ready. Of course, the guys themselves were there. Cullen was still as challenged by his height as ever, but over the past five years Joe's fitness levels had improved and he was inspired to start working on his body. As for Benny, he's still the same gangly, bald bastard he once was, having long ago accepted his follicular dysplasia.
"Yo, Joe!" they shouted in unison.
"Hey," he waved to them. "Is everything okay here?"
"You better believe it," Benny said with a smirk. "It's going to be a big bash."
"Where are the other members?"
"Most of the lads are out getting dressed," Karen replied. "More importantly, Joe, how are you feeling? How are your nerves?"
"You know, keep at it."
"Well, at least you handled it better than last time."
"To be fair, I'd be shocked myself if I had to do what you have to do," Benny winced.
"Ha. How do you think I feel?" Barry smiled.
"No, Mr. M., you got the best job. I wish I could do it."
"Learn to pronounce it correctly first, and then we'll see. Anyway," Dad turned to Joe, "I'm going to change my clothes and get ready."
"Yes. Good luck!"
"Yes!"
Barry walked away cheerfully, leaving the young trio in a heavy silence.
"Well, Joe," Benny said loudly. "About your, uh, 'special guest.' "Is she single?"
"Really, Benny? Really?"
"Wot?"
"You know her real name, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So how do you think she handles relationships?"
"Just like I hoped."
"Uh..." Joe rolled his eyes. "Yes, she is single."
"Voice. Be back in a moment."
Then he practically jogged after Barry with a goofy smile on his face.
"He's going to get shot down hard, isn't he?" Karen shook her head.
"Maybe. But hey, you never know. Maggie and I are good, so technically he has a chance."
"Is this how you solve your problem?" He nodded toward the whiteboard behind him.
"you know what I mean."
"Yes, yes. By the way, does Maggie happen to have a less crazy sister?"
"No. Kelly. Why? Don't you like her?"
"Not too scary, no."
"Did she reject you or something?"
"Man, that girl isn't going to say no to a tree with weird-shaped branches. That's the problem. Don't get me wrong, it feels really good, but knowing she's been through 40 guys in two weeks feels a little... hollow. .do you know?"
"I think so."
"At least Benny won't mind, crazy idiot."
"Well, you have a stiff upper lip, Carl." Joe patted him on the back. "When Maggie comes back, I'll ask her if she has any cute friends over there, okay?"
"trade".
The two parted ways, and Joe headed toward his "private room," which was really just an old storage room that only he had the key to. Now that he was alone with his thoughts again, he couldn't help but become anxious again. This time, his concerns were more immediate, such as whether something might go wrong during an upcoming ceremony. On the bright side, there's no way he could screw it up. His role in it is so small that he could even do it in his sleep. The problem was that everything else - the things outside of his direct control, had a habit of going wrong. His team's first attempt failed when a faulty fuse cut the power supply at the worst possible time. The second attempt didn't even get started because two attendees were jailed for public indecency while drunk the night before the event and were unable to attend. They were released three days later, but by then it was too late. There is only one day in the year when this ceremony can be performed, and that is today.
Joe spent the next few hours worrying about whether the universe would actually let this happen, and if it did, would it turn out the way he hoped it would. Granted, it's a crazy idea, but sanity is often a disservice when dealing with this sort of thing. So, without any evidence, with so little knowledge, and with virtually no idea of what the hell he was doing, all Joe could do was believe. He chuckled softly. faith. It's an interesting word. Like saying "face" slurred. It wasn't a subject he'd thought much about, and he'd never heard Maggie's opinion on it. Does she find this illogical and ridiculous? Or maybe there is a reason for it, some brainwave thing that, if one believes hard enough, can turn fantasy into reality. Joe was counting on the second one. He figured his lover would feel the same way, if for no other reason than because it was so much more fun than the alternative.
However, his wishful thinking aside, all that's left now is to wait and see.
"Well, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Huh," he said, "I'm Sarah."
A low, monotonous chant echoed in the dim room. Its origin is that of a precise forty-two figures gathered around a central altar, arranged in a very specific pattern. Each of them wore a deep red robe, reminiscent of fine wine, with gold embroidery on the sleeves, shoulders and neck. Each long hood has the same symbol - three vertical triangular eyes. It's all very evil and ominous, and one wouldn't be blamed for thinking it's some kind of cult. In this case they will be absolute, unequivocal and completely correct.
"Well, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Huh," he said, "I'm Sarah."
This is Joe's big, desperate plan. If Maggie couldn't come back to him, maybe he could lure her out. It wasn't easy, and he managed to restore the cult of the Gazing Star, recreating the ritual in which they first summoned the Watcher Malathlak to this reality. This would simply not be possible without the entity itself leaving behind a trove of notes, recordings, and comments. Admittedly, it took Joe a lot of time to get Maggie's Veins to transfer these images to digital media, but he succeeded. Because of this, he knows the exact circumstances required to perform the ritual - from the annual alignment of the planets to the required chants, props and equipment.
"Well, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Huh," he said, "I'm Sarah."
It's strange how easy it is to find people willing to join a shadowy cult that makes broad and vague promises about happiness. Aside from Joe's dad and friends, everyone else in the room is a bunch of weirdos, and he rarely speaks to them after recruiting them. Is it despicable and predatory that he targets and exploits the desperate, the insane, the easily manipulated, and the dangerously stupid? Absolutely. Is he sad about it? Definitely. If it meant Maggie coming back to him, was it worth it? No doubt about it.
"Well, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Huh," he said, "I'm Sarah."
Of course, recreating the ritual means Joe has to be the sacrifice again. He was naked and tied with uncomfortable chains to a stone altar in the center of the room. Just like before, he seemed completely unfazed by the incident, although this time his calmness didn't come from ignorance, but the opposite. He knew exactly what was going on and what was about to happen, and he had no problem with it. So do Benny, Karen and Barry. As the chanting continued, however, doubts began to form in Joe's mind. He glanced to the side and saw Maggie's lovely vase sitting quietly, with a heavy robe covering her appearance and identity. He watched Azgodkara stick its little head out of her hair for a few seconds and then pull it back again, which relaxed his nerves.
"Well, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Huh," he said, "I'm Sarah."
As the ritual progressed, Joe felt the rock heat up on his bare back and under his butt. This is a sign that the ancient runes carved into the stone altar are beginning to glow, presumably with a red glow. This is good because it's a clear and familiar sign that the ceremony is going as planned. Unfortunately, there was another similarity to the first time, he desperately wished he wasn't there. In other words, the muffled sound of rapidly approaching gunfire. The man felt a panic and glanced at the hooded figure standing a few steps away. This man was his father, the only person Joe felt he could safely entrust with this important role of master of ceremonies.
"Well, she's sad, she's sad." She's sad, she's sad. "Huh," he said, "I'm Sarah."
Barry felt his son's urgency and nodded slightly to express understanding. Despite their best efforts and inside contacts, the Supernatural Expulsion Agency got wind of the little gathering and sent a strike team to put a stop to it. Right now they are busy with some automated security measures, but that won't last long. Things went bad then, and they're definitely going to go bad this time. The main problem is that Joe has people in the cult who he cares about and who are just as worried as he is. However, instead of making the responsible decision and ordering the disbandment, Barry decided to let things continue. He won't let his son down. Not this time.
*clang*
A powerful force struck, causing the heavy bulkheads sealing the cabin to dent inward. Barry nodded to a cultist in the corner, prompting him to flip the switch. The strange machine at the bottom of the giant stone altar crackled to life again. Four robotic arms extend from each corner of the bed-like shrine. Each robot appendage has a brick-like laser emitter with a tiny exit port on their smallest side. They point upward and then join together so that four beams of purple energy are focused somewhere above the willing captive's belly. These streams merge into a slowly growing ball of light that emits tiny arcs and sparks as it gathers energy.
*clang*
As the door curved, Barry walked over to Joe and pulled something strange out of his robe. It was an obsidian dagger with a strangely curved blade, like a crescent moon, and a series of winding runes engraved on the blade. The pious father grasped the mysterious instrument firmly in one hand, put it to his lips, and murmured forbidden words over it. The ring's emblem glowed with a familiar red light as the weapon's bearer gathered speed as fast as he could. Regardless, he didn't make it in time.
The invaders moved too fast.
*THUNKRRANK*
With the third and final blow, the steel bulkhead collapsed under the telekinesis attack and was flung to the other side of the chamber. If things continue as before, the mangled metal will blow Barry's head open, and a squad of heavily armed soldiers will wipe out all the cultists in seconds. However, Joe has learned from his past mistakes. He had a contingency plan, a safety net. That insurance comes in the form of a sexy blonde ogre wearing an almost obscene red sweater dress.
Kelly jumped out from her hiding corner and immediately blocked the removed partition in the air, a vicious grin playing on her plump lips. With a flick of her deft wrist, the pile of steel was thrown towards the entrance. The tortured door was then snapped in half by First Class Psychic Agent Sarah Johnson, causing no harm. The elf stood front and center, her unflinching eyes fixed firmly on the unexpected, unknown third-level entity that stood before her. The rest of her squad were far less proud, taking cover on the other side of the breached doorway.
"Okay, okay, okay. You're such a mouth-watering guy!" Kelly purred. "Want me to take you to have some fun, honey?"
The Devourer is here purely for selfish reasons. Joe lures her in, promising her a virgin buffet to feast on in the hope that if something similar happens, she'll step up to the plate. Sure enough, she did it. Not out of any obligation or anything. Kylotheriel was no longer interested in the man because his first chance had been blown, but she wanted to see if this plan of his was really crazy enough to work. Of course, she doubted it. As if a bunch of losers in the basement could pull her siblings out of the Inquisitor's cosmic pause. If they succeed, there's no way they can keep the Observer here. That old fogy could easily turn himself in right away. However, it all seemed like fun, so Kelly stayed to see what would happen. Fortunately, she meets a rare treat - a woman who whets her insatiable appetite.
Unfortunately, she was looking at the wrong thing.
Without any hesitation or warning, Agent Johnson punched forward. A surge of telekinesis that was completely unexpected by Kelly suddenly penetrated the blonde's defenses and sent her straight through the concrete wall at the other end of the room. It's an impact that even Maggie can't resist, and a clear sign of the progress AJ has made over the past five years. She has mastered the art of harnessing her emotions to enhance her psychic abilities, a technique now officially known as "magnetic blasting." The freckled redhead has also learned how to tap into positive emotions, not just negative ones. She just hit Kelly's psychic freight train as an example.
"Sorry, honey," AJ said with a smirk, "but I'm married."
More specifically, it was her response to her husband, junior detective Grant Maloney (G
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"Johnson!" shouted Major Archer. "present!"
"Oh, guy."
The ginger agent was so lost in posturing and banter that she almost forgot why they were here. She turned her attention to the central altar, but it was too late. It seemed to be the leader of the cult, holding an arcane sickle stained with blood while shouting some revelation. It's not just any blood. That's Joe's blood.
"You Bast-!"
"WAAAAIT!AJ!"
Just as the agent was about to fly into a rage, the "victim" suddenly sat up and waved his hands, which were still chained.
"You've got it all wrong! I'm fine, see? It's just a small cut on my palm! It's not a big deal, right? So everyone calm down, okay?"
The commandos stood still, obviously petrified by what they saw. All they knew when they broke in was that a cult had reappeared and was conducting an extremely dangerous ritual. Of course, they all knew who the Observer's Maraslak was. Most of them have even seen it in person and spoken to it under Maggy's name, or by her official alias, "Mags Oh." However, they also received level three "insurance" when it first left. According to internal information, the entities concerned will not be able to return to this reality for the time being and promised to inform them and continue to cooperate as soon as possible. The CIA wanted this so much that it allowed Joe to continue using all the resources and assets they gave Maggie, per the girl's request.
However, they had no idea this man was involved. This is a hole in their information. Even if they were aware, they would still intervene because they had no way of knowing exactly what would crawl out of the dimensional rift they were about to open. Certainly not the Observer’s McGrack. After all, it hasn't shown it's capable or willing to come back. Therefore, it's likely that some other, far less friendly entity will hijack the summons and slip through the cracks. The appearance and identity of the lascivious blonde from before was a different matter entirely, as they were not yet aware of the existence of Kyroselli.
So, long story short, the commandos have a lot of questions and only one man can give them the answers.
"This whole thing was your idea?!" AJ asked, refusing to lower her weapon.
"Yeah! He admitted it.
"Then why didn't you say anything?!"
"Because you'll stop me!"
"Of course, you damn fool!" the woman screamed, clearly upset. "Do you really want to give your life for this?!"
"But no one dies! All the ritual requires is blood on the stone! That's it!"
"……that's all?"
"Yes! That's it!" he insisted. "Just a little bit of my blood." On the stone. Like this, do you see it?”
He pointed to a red dot on the pearly white altar, just next to his left buttocks. AJ raised his eyebrows curiously, and it took him a moment to realize. If the blood on the stone was enough, wouldn't the ritual be complete? She looked up frantically at the energy center above the altar. Sure enough, there was a small, eerily familiar, golf ball-sized object of pure darkness hovering in place. This time, the empty ball didn't explode into a cloud of shadow, and there was no blood-curdling scream. What happened next was less flashy, but many times more horrific.
A white spot appeared in the center of the sphere, like the iris of an eye.
"nonsense."
AJ's dirty words were the only words anyone could think of before the excrement hit the cooling device. For a moment, everyone and everything in the room froze. No one could move a muscle or even breathe. On the bright side, the lack of oxygen does not appear to be life-threatening at this time. The downside is that they can do nothing but watch as a maddening amount of magical power spreads outward from the black eyeballs. Like a ball of sentient ink, it crawled across the ceiling and walls, forming a thick curl that enveloped everyone in a blanket of darkness. Since they are paralyzed, they can only scream internally as their minds become strained by the intrusion of foreign feelings and thoughts. Even AJ couldn't resist as she felt a giant sandworm burrowing into her brain space.
In the next instant, the crawling darkness found what it was looking for. The tendrils suddenly drew back, releasing their captive. They did not retreat from whence they came, nor did they gather in a seemingly random place. Instead, they flowed smoothly and accurately toward the hooded girl sitting idle in the corner. Then, as if someone pressed the universal pause button a second time, the room resumed motion. The unfortunate believers fell on the spot, their thoughts retreating into themselves as a defensive reflex. The soldiers did the same. Even AJ couldn't stay awake. The only person standing - even just barely - is the one with a very close connection to this oppressive presence.
"M-Maggie?" Joe asked warily. "Is...is it really you?"
The possessed ship stood up and removed its hood, revealing a mop of dark curls, a pair of swivel eyes, and a gentle smile that was unmistakable. Joe pounced on her like a man who has just found an oasis in the desert. In fact, it's like that. The girl imitated his gesture, making way for him as the reunited lovers embraced. They spin. They kiss. They cried. They tried in vain to exchange coherent words. They kissed again. They cried again. Joe passed out from the excitement, but only briefly. When he woke up a few minutes later, she had laid him on the altar and rested his head on her lap. He was also now mysteriously wearing pants, although he had more important things on his mind.
"I...I can't believe it..." the man muttered.
"I miss you very much, Joe Murigan," the girl said softly.
"No, it's not like I miss you like you!"
"This ... I'm deeply doubting."
"WUH-What? Wait, don't mind, are you okay? What strange thing did that bastard regulator do for you?"
"No. Elderly did what I should do and correct my demented behavior."
This is not an exciting thing. According to what Qiao remembered, he was the source of her "rebellion". "So, if this is" corrected ', does it mean she no longer loves him? "No, it is impossible. If that's the case, she wouldn't hug him so affectionately.
"So ... I'm very confused."
"I'm really glad to see your confused expression again," she giggled. "I also saw that you tried to entertain my boat when I was not."
She leaned down and kissed him again. This time, the kiss was much more gentle.
"After so long, I couldn't express the meaning of me in words," she whispered, and the tears of joy flooded her eyes.
When liberation and defense occupied his heart, his beating heart calmed down. He was immersed at this moment, allowing the pressure and concerns that accumulated over the past five years to melt in the cold and warm hug of Maggie. Although he felt the burden on his shoulders, he could not ignore her hidden words of "re -adapting".
"Seriously, what's wrong with you?"
"Long talk. It takes a long time. It is longer than the time when humans exist. You know, although it is only a few years for you, it has been thousands of years from my perspective. Although the elders once Once again clear my feelings for you, but they always appear in the memories we created together. They and anyone can do this, because no one except me, no one has the right to take these things. In the ninth After the recurrence of a hundred ninety -nine times, they were forced to accept your past, now, and the future is always part of my body. "
Qiao said nothing. What else can he say? He knew he was loved, but he never expected that Maggie's love for him would reach such an incredible level. He thought that no one must really be worthy of such a firm love. However, after one miracle, he won it, and he knew it was best not to question it.
"This is a happy thing, but it's too late," the girl's expression was sad. "You have passed the exam, just like I worry."
"me?"
She nodded.
"So ... wait ... you ...?"
"Indeed," her face was smiling on her face. "Although it has spent a lot of effort and countless time, I have reached the stage where I can cross my past. However, this is not a simple matter."
If so, she will return to the moment she was forced to leave her lover. However, time is like the sea in the storm, always exercise, and always changes. For a long time, Maggie has stared at the trend of time, looking for the trivial land named Joe Mulgen regardless of everything. However, it was too far away in the past, so that the task in front of her was almost impossible, even the observer's future self. Fortunately, there is a small light in the turbulent time flow -this is a ritual specially designed to lead to problem entities.
"It was only because you called me that I found the way back so that I could hold you again in my arms again."
When he understood this, there was a surprise silence.
"My God," Joe grunted.
"My God," AJ agreed.
"Ah." Detective Johnson, "McGee raised his head." I see you have more spiritual potential than we met last time. In addition, congratulations on your promotion. and marriage. "
Although she does not have enough power to resist the invasion of girls, she recovers so fast, and this fact fully illustrates her progress. She was still pale, trembling like a newly born deer, panting like a turtle with asthma, but still sober.
"Seriously," the woman almost didn't speak. "Are you now in the fourth class?"
McGee's lips were bent into her annoying arrogance, and at the same time, her left hand raised a "V" gesture of victory.
"Yes," she said, just to let everyone understand this.
"This is -u
P! This is very good. I'm going to vomit now. "
Then she did this.
"Okay! Kelly, who was so angry, rushed into the room." Which woman wants to reintegrate her face-and so on, what ghosts "
"Hello, Kelogh' The
YL, "Mai Qi smiled and greeted her brother. A clear force, but still a smile." I think you haven't learned to pay attention to the environment around you. "
The delayer did not answer. She just stood there, opened her eyes, and stared at the incredible thing in front of her chin.
"But ... but ..." she stunned. "You can't be here. Big A Cave still locked you in his small box. I told you two weeks ago, you haven't finished it yet!"
"Ah, yes. I remember that interaction." Maggie frowned slightly. "However, I don't think this is a conversation. Basically, you are gloating to my situation. However, in the future visit, you look more humble. I think I finally know the reason now."
Kelly blinked quickly, because she couldn't believe what she heard. No matter how "the Observer" is "rebellious", Magalaslac cannot say a showdown. But it refers to "future visit". Coupled with the strong and familiar feeling given by this entity, I can't deny this. It was her brothers and sisters, but also ... not her brothers and sisters. This is impossible, but it is. Kelly has a variety of connections with this paradox. She can't just say it lightly: "Oh, this is just Maggie in the future." Her alien soul was locked in a strange logical cycle because it could not be unable to not be Analyze the transition of this incident.
"Do you need to sit down?" The pale beauty asked.
Qiao really saw the steam emerging from Kelly's ears. She fell to the ground, and then recovered her scarred master's natural appearance.
"I just agree with you." McGee said with a smile.
"By the way, there is nothing to do between us," the man quickly added. "She is just here--"
"I know," the girl comforted him. "I appreciate the way you deal with her."
"Uh," Detective Johnson finally stood up. "I think you know that scumbag?"
"Indeed. What you just saw is the Volunizer Kellyser. My brothers and sisters can not find a better word."
"Oh. Oh, yes. This is great."
The woman couldn't help but make a ghost. She knew clearly that she had to arrest and tried to restrain the thing. She also realized that the responsibility to supervise it was likely to fall on her, and she had looked down on the idea. Therefore, seeing others fainted, and from the perspective of the situation, every electronic device in the room was completely burned, and she chose to try other things.
"Theoretically," AJ said carefully, "Since you are already a fourth -year student, you have the space and time, can you ... you know ... bring that thing away from the earth and wipe it from all of our people's memory. Go to its existence? "
McGee thought about this request and its meaning for a while, and then smiled brightly.
"Do you miss your frustration of your metaphorical hands like Kelosir?"
"Ah, yes, I know." Lingneng duceded. "What about you two?"
"I believe I have a lot of things to do with my boyfriend, so I want some private space."
AJ was neither willing nor to answer, and then the sweet and disgusting couple disappeared from the sight. They appeared again on the high track of Bart Pand 4, in Maiqi's new and old silver storm space aircraft. More precisely, in the hut, sit side by side in bed.
"Wait, what happened just now?!" The man was surprised.
"I sent us," she explained briefly.
"Oh. You can do this now, right?"
"Indeed. You can say that I have some extra skills."
"But shouldn't this spacecraft be in the government's garage?" They confiscated it and everything. "
"I also teleport."
"Ah. Why, even though?"
"Before we separated, this humble container contains my most vivid and warm memories of you."
Then she moved a little closer.
"Moreover, this is the quiet place I know."
"Oh," Qiao's cheek flushed. "I think yes. Well. Is it my problem, or, uh, I suddenly have difficulty breathing?"
"You misunderstood," she giggled and said with a smile. "We will have a lot of opportunities in the future. However, now I just want to talk about it without any interference."
"Of course. What?"
"Anything is fine."
"Oh. Well, okay, about the expensive brand starberry jam. You know, the cup you drink this morning?"
"Yeah?"
"Is it really good?" I can't see what is the difference between this and cheap. "
"According to the analysis of my container, it contains real starberries, not artificial alternatives. The taste and chemical composition are actually the same, but I prefer genuine products."
"Because this is not a fake starberry?"
"Exactly."
"So why do you like to imitate crab cakes and don't like real crab cakes?"
"That's not the same."
"Isn't it?"
"The label reads the imitation products. They confessed their deception, so this is not counted."
The two chatted leisurely and everything, and they were all happy to finally be together again. Qiao imagined their reunion countless times, but his fantasy never surpassed those exciting first for the first time. It is not his first speculation for half an hour to discuss processing seafood for half an hour. Of course, he was not complaining. Now, all excitement has disappeared, and the rest is only one kind of peaceful satisfaction he has not experienced for many years. Azgarda apparently felt that he got out of the curly hair of Maggie and slipped from her shoulder until it stopped quietly by the bed.
"By the way, this little guy didn't grow up at all, right?" Qiao said.
"This is true," she confirmed.
"But shouldn't he be at least bigger?" When you got it, it was just a newly hatched cub. "
This is real. However, I took the liberty to award Az Togcal Lord to be young. "
"Oh. Um. Actually, this can explain a lot of things."
He was not even troubled by this revelation. He may have showed a stronger response before, but after learning that his lover is now a time traveler, his crazy threshold has risen to a dizzy height. In other words, he does have a problem.
"But why have you never given me this opportunity?"
Leaving aside the immortal philosophical problems, the boyfriend is definitely more important than pets, right?
"Because you didn't ask."
"Really, Maggie? Really?"
"In addition, I have a negative side effects to prevent human biological aging," she added.
"Ah ... what?"
"Infertility, one of them."
Qiao spent some time to fully understand the meaning of this sentence.
"You ... do you want a child?"
McGee nodded, his face flushed, and men's simple minds were full of problems he had never considered before. For example, is she capable of getting pregnant? No, of course she is. After all, the girl's body shape is almost completely human. But even so, what will their children be? Is it like an ordinary human child like him? The mysterious existence like her? Some kind of mixture? Or is it completely different? Will Maggie use it to do experiments? Is the government meeting? In fact, is Qiao Jun prepared for the child? Yes, he did successfully form a cult, and learned a lot of interpersonal skills in this process, but did these skills really apply to raising children? ?
All these are very reasonable concerns, which is both interesting and terrible, but Maggie's next words include the only really important issues.
"What about you?" Are you willing to have a child with me? "
"... I never wanted more things in my life."
Six years ago, a clumsy clown agreed to lie on the sacrifice altar. He did this not because of some distorted loyalty, crazy obsession or suicide intention. He was deceived by the promise of a wish. Not money, reputation, power or anything similar. Joe Murgen is a simple, honest, and peaceful person. His only real wish is as simple as him -forming a family with a girl he loves. Of course, such things are not too difficult to complete. However, it was not possible to become possible until a huge, unpredictable entity entered his life from alien dimensions. This situation fully illustrates how irreparable the man was in the past.
But Joe himself didn't think so.
In his opinion, he is the most stupid bastard in the world.
He has no opinion.
at last.
