Chemista actually likes the idea.
"Oh, it will be like having a child! Only, without having to worry much about it," she turns thoughtfully to Cerulean. "Your name is Cerulean, right?"
"Y-Yes," the girl squeaks, holding tightly onto the plushie of a Hydraulic Succubus. She is twelve, and her hair and eyes are like her name 'Cerulean'.
"Very well! This won't hurt a bit, trust me! I'm a Doctor!"
1d12= 5+ 2 (I'm playing in Home Dna! Mwuahuahuha!) +1 (this is now routine!)=8 Success!
Cerulean fidgets, "Ehi...what was that shot about? Vaccination?" then her skin begins to pulse. "Ah...it's warm...what..."
Her skin trembles, and just as suddenly stills. "What is--"
The next moment she 'drops' on the ground in a puddle of Cerulean Goo, before carefully reforming into a humanoid shapely that only vaguely reminds of her original human appearance.
"W-What have you done to me!?" she screams, looking at her now half-transparent hands. "I'm...I'm a monster!"
"We have a clear non human policy here," Chemista replies. "Now, his Evil Overlordness will have you as my side-kick! Don't worry, there will be quite a few benefits including bonuses and a nice room. The lair's filled with empty rooms that just want an Upgrade done to them anyway."
"B-But...But what about school?"
"Oh, I'll tutor you! You'll become extremely intelligent in no time! You're my daughter now, my Dna is in your body, so you're mine!"
"Ah...really?" her eyes shine.
"Yes," the next moment, Cerulean tackles her in a hug.
You stare at the scene of Goo-Girl against Goo-Girl for a single moment, then quietly turn and leave.
You'll stare at the Cog-Minions for a while to calm down.
Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts!
The Hydraulic Succubus weren't enough, were they!?
Bad thoughts!
Stay down and go to the corner, bad thoughts!
"Overlord...psst, overlord..." a voice attracts your attention. You turn and stare at Lord Gamington, who carefully looks around before gesturing for you to move closer. "I think this mission was a set-up to get me killed," he adds. "I mean...doesn't Squid-guy have always an inkling of what the level of difficulty of a mission is? What if he lied to get me in a bad spot?"
You ponder over this...it might just be. "It's just a theory your evilness. I don't have proof but...really, I think he doesn't even like to dance!"
That is certainly not your concern, but you refrain from saying that.
Lord Gamington then disappears in the shadows again...actually, he just starts to dash in another direction while humming the Mission Impossible-Evil Dies theme.
It is still Downkeep. Do you want to investigate on the matter? Or if not, do you want to proceed to the next day or do anything else?The Soul and You!Acquire a Devil Lawyer. Ask him. Be Careful not to sign anything.