Only Psysquid sees the buttons.
Only he can push the buttons.
Only he can change the reality.
He has no mask.
He has no face.
He has no mask.
Indeed. Indeed.
Indeed.
There are tentacles. There are tentacles.
It hurts. It hurts.
Indeed.
Indeed.
No mask.
No face.
Worthless.
The goldfish swimming around your head seems to be broken. It keeps on repeating the same things time and time again.
You return to base, where Chemista is standing in wait with her arms crossed and a 'granny porn' magazine in her right hand.
Psysquid doesn't even gaze at that.
"Where is my love?" he asks softly, "Where is my Squidconda-chan?"
You...really don't want to expand on those images.
Or the -chan.
Nobody should expand on the -chan, as the pretty goldfish around your head says.
It's bad to expand on the Chan.
"Does this one think at least?" Chemista asks offhandedly, her voice somewhat stern and anything but amused.
"You're sad you couldn't make him see reason," Psysquid snaps at her. "You're awfully afraid he will never understand your reasons. You fear he will eventually lose everything he holds dear because he doesn't try hard enough," slowly, he carefully inches towards Chemista. "You toss and turn at night remembering all those you killed and backstabbed, hearing their screams," hey, is someone screaming around here, "and yelling curses against you. You remember the tests and the exams on your flesh, like cattle to the butcher, you remember and you recall and you know you did the same because of petty revenge. How many did you kill before your heart gave way? How many evils did you commit before you forgot what it meant to be the experiment, and not the experimenter? Where is your life now, Chemista? You no longer even remember what your name was, do you? All that you sacrificed to become a scientist, your childhood dream even among the poor little suburbs you lived in with an uncaring father and a drunk mother... Pathetic...sniveling...poor...little...J-"
You can hardly blame Chemista for roaring and slamming a Goo-Shoulder of acid against this Psysquid, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU KNOW ABOUT ME YOU DAMN BASTARD!?"
Her entire being bubbles as the Ph in her skin changes to acid-like, leaving behind quite the deep trail on the lair's floor as she uses inhuman strength to pounce and slam the squid across the room, breaking through the kitchen and destroying the fridge -and Gamington's DANCE DANCE Console- in the wake.
It's actually lucky that she does so, because the moment Gamington's console breaks, the Dark Advisor dances the damage away to save Psysquid from being devoured alive by a bubbling pool of acid.
"CALM DOWN!" Gamington exclaims, "DANCE FOR PEACE! PEACEFUL DANCING! NO HATING! DANCE THE HATE AWAY!"
Turning and spinning Psysquid like a ballering, he pushes the Psysquid towards you.
"You can read minds?" you ask offhandedly to the squid as Chemista takes deep breaths to calm down.
"No," he replies with ease, as if being burned -oh, apparently he's already healing- didn't matter. "I can theorize and analyze her past to be similar to that of Chemista of my dimension. However, in my dimension she is an oversized brain in a jar...not a mass of gelatinous goo and emotions."
Dark Advisor Event!
"I want him dead or gone," Chemista says with no half-terms. "It's either Him or Me!" she adds hotly.
Possible Upgrade Acquirable