Chemista
"Your evilness?" she says calmly as you walk closer to her.
"Is there...anything you can do for the mutation process? Like some type of anesthetic or..."
"Unfortunately, no. The mutation process is nothing short than the complete rewriting of the genetic code and the DNA which is within every cell of the human being. It would hurt, no matter the amount of drugs ingested to kill the pain. Furthermore, the usage of drugs might actually
change the mutation. Should you wish to
experiment on that regard, I am always available."
"You...You aren't the bit sad for the children who died?" you ask softly.
"Why would I be? They're human. Humans aren't worth anything more than to be used as lab rats and experimented on. The thing I am sad about is that they died without realizing their full potential as monsters. All that genetic material gone to waste...ah, pity," she shrugs, completely unfazed. "The path we must take to ensure science progresses is always filled with abundant wastes..."
"How did the 'talk' go with your..."
"Son? Apparently he isn't actually wrong. He has mine and Psysquid's genetic material inside...so that
does make him our child." She looks to the table where the 'Squid Family' is eating dried squids. "Unfortunately, he appears to have taken too much from his father. But I had a talk with him, and he is sorry for what he said...but your evilness, after four hour of pain I wouldn't have kind words to anyone."
She adds the last part softly, before returning to sipping her tea.
"I think Cerulean ate a child," you tell her in a whisper. "We were one short."
"Oh your evilness, that's not possible. Her mass didn't increase," she retorts. "Unless she used that for some reason, the only other answer is that she killed the girl and hid her body -maybe gave her to the behemoth to eat?" Completely unfazed. Utterly uncaring. Yep. That's Chemista all right.
"Not caring the slightest, uh."
"I'm a Dark Advisor. Where does it scream 'Motherly type, cares for children' in the description of the job?"
"Never mind," you sigh.
You turn thoughtful for a moment. "Have you ever heard of O..." the windows outside turn pitch black. You close your mouth shut.
"O?"
"Oregano," you finish. "Have you ever heard of Oregano?"
"You mean...the super-hero of pizza and condiments?"
"Yeah," you nod. "Well, I was thinking...pizza night for the new recruits would be nice, right?"
"Of course," she says with a soft smile. "Those poor dears must be famished."
Oh, yes. 'Poor dears'. You just said you didn't care and weren't the motherly type.
Still, Ozymandias did say it...you just have to
call him.
Maybe you could write it down, but knowing how demon work...writing it down would be the equivalent of simply summoning him.
Better not risk it.
Or maybe you just want to talk with him? You don't know if demons claim your soul the moment you call them.
Maybe he wouldn't.
He looked like a nice goldfish.
Psysquid
He gives you a nod as you think about talking to him, and the next moment he stands and walks over. "You wished to see me, your evilness?"
"How...?"
"My...prescience has grown stronger, I think." he replies calmly.
I think the Tally was in favor of 'Nullifying the Nullifier' but do correct me if I'm wrong.
"I see," you reply. "How are things?"
"Very well," he smiles brightly. "Your Overlordness can rest assured! I am back in the game!" he gently elbows you in the side, "And I got the gift you told me about," he whispers with a conspiratorial tone. "While I was at it, I signed it also in your name," he smiles brightly. "That way, she'll know we both want to see her happy, right?"
You want to say something, but it sticks in your throat as Psysquid sends you another beaming smile. "Yeeesss?"
You narrow your eyes. "You didn't actually do that. You want me to insult you, don't you?"
He slumps his shoulders, before meekly nodding.
"Fine," you sigh, "You pathetic excuse of a squid," those words do send shudders down Psysquid's body, who grinning madly calls forth an 'EVILZON' package and then walks firmly towards Chemista.
You...well, you expected Chemista to throw him around the room for a while, maybe scream something about him being a 'pig' or similar...
She actually accepts the corset with a bright smile, she puts it on...and then she melts it with her acidic composition before sweetly grabbing Psysquid by the neck to pin him down, starting to suffocate him with her jelly.
"I'm going to murder you, you perverted bastard in heat! You damn horrendous excuse of a monster! To think I was even wor- ahem-
warming up to the idea of not killing you where you stood but now! Oh now you're going to get it you..."
You let the two fight.
It's better for your vocabulary.
Gamington
He's dancing away on his DANCE-DANCE...ah no, Chemista broke it while rampaging.
He's helping out giving food to the kids and generally laughing and dancing around, with Coghuahua doing pretty much the same.
"Your evilness! How can I help you!?"
"Is everything all right?"
"As always it is!" Gamington replies. "I told you all that was needed, your evilness!"
"Don't you want another Dance-Dance?"
He shrugs. "I can live without for a while, and your evilness has a lot of things to do! Dance the fatigue away!" and with that, he pirouettes once more towards the kitchen.
RagnarokHe carefully stands up, looking at you sheepishly.
"I...I wanted to say I am sorry about yesterday, your evilness," he says. His voice is still coarse, but it's apparently just how he sounds. "I went through a lot of pain and...I lashed out. I apologize. It will not happen again."
You nod and dismiss the issue with a hand wave. "Is there anything you can tell me about your powers? Have you already experimented with them?"
"I have not, your evilness," he replies. "I did not wish to risk it."
"Do you feel better now?"
He nods hesitantly. "I slept a while, and my genetic Goo and Squid biology did the rest. I am now fine, mentally and physically and ready for deployment should you wish for it, your evilness."
"Well, I'm sure we'll get to that but for now, you can keep on reading," you say right back at him, before heading off once more as he sternly salutes you militarily before returning to his book.
The Yellow King- Spawn simply doesn't answer when you talk to him. He does mimic his father and 'brother' concerning food...but for the rest, he's 'not there'. You do order him around and he does move when ordered...just, he's not there.
Sidekicks:
Cerulean"Cerulean?" you say, earning a tackle-hug from the girl as soon as you near her enough.
"Yes daddy?" she says back, smiling brightly at you.
"Have you seen a child yet to mutate? We're missing one."
She frowns. "No daddy," she shakes her head. "I haven't."
"Uhm...you know, the one with the picture?"
"I don't know daddy," she flutters her goo-eyes. "I really didn't see her. And I clearly wouldn't kill someone only because they drew you being killed horribly as candy emerged from your guts. After all, why would I kill a little girl who doesn't know what comes out when you gut someone? It would hardly be fair, right? I mean, just because she doesn't know what guts are and how painful it is to be gutted, it doesn't mean I would gut her and eat her while she's still alive right? I mean, really, I didn't see her."
She shrugs. "I have no idea where she went, daddy. I'll have a look around if you want."
"I didn't say anything about the guts..."
Cerulean blinks. "Well, wasn't that the drawing? I have no idea. Maybe she asked someone how guts are drawn properly? If I ever had to draw the picture of a gutted little girl, I'd make sure to draw it with the right type of guts. Not that I actually ever saw the guts of a living little girl of course."
"Cerulean..."
"What? Don't you trust me, daddy? I don't know what happened to the girl. Really. It's not like I can pass through walls and reach her bed, and kidnap her while she sleeps right? And the cameras you placed around aren't totally avoidable even if you do go through walls. I mean, if I actually killed her, I would have had to act while before you moved the children to the mutation lab. Even if the girl had to go to the bathroom, and even if someone brought her there, it wouldn't mean I actually ate her. Right? You have the camera footage anyway. I didn't bring her to the bathroom and I clearly didn't wait for her in there to eat her alive while showing her her guts. Clearly."
You massage your temples.
"Cerulean, I don't want you to lie to me. Did you eat her or not?"
"No," she replies. "I don't know where she went, daddy, but I didn't eat her or gut her or eat her alive while gutting her. I don't even know why we're speaking about guts to begin with." She smiles brightly. "Let's speak about something else! I have new sisters now, right? Why are they in a bucket still? Haven't they learned how to become solid yet? Maybe I should teach them!"
"Yeah, you do that," you mutter as you watch her go.
You don't have proof she did it...except Splinter Cog pointing at her.
You could tell her that Splinter Cog saw her, but without proof it's the word of one side-kick to another.
And you really should review the footage.
Germain (Which I for some reason believed was called Bernard)The humanoid dog happily barks and waggles its tail, playing with a ball and every now and then saying something about biological nurture and 'dna clusters mixed with Rna' and stuff like that.
He does appear to be the sanest of all possible side-kicks. Barring Snowstar.
"How are you doing, Germain?" You ask, only for him woof in your direction.
"Very well, evilness!" he exclaims, "This exciting...toy...is...exciting!" he woofs again. "Anything I can...woof, do?"
"No, no...carry on."
"Woof!"
SnowstarSnowstar is lazing around in the tank with the other half-fishes and half-crustaceans and merchildren.
He comes up to the surface to speak, glistening with water. "Your evilness?"
"How are you hanging up?"
"I'm using the natural suction in the star's limbs to stay attached to the glass panel."
"No, I meant if you're all right. Anything you might need or things like that."
"Ah, no. I'm used to being in a tiny cramped room with twenty-eight others, so this is a big expansion," he gestures to the tank, "And if I want I can always swim in the sea just outside. I'm fine like this, your evilness."
"Very well then, if you need anything just say the word."
"Oh yes, could we have some food in the tank? The children are hungry," he says suddenly. "And they'd like a few sea plants to go with the scenery."
You nod. Well, at least Snowstar can communicate with them through 'fish tongue'.
CoghuahuaShe dances around with Gamington. You very much doubt she needs anything.
You did program her after all, and you didn't put 'personal needs' in the equation.
She's a faithful side-kick of Gamington.
Splinter-Cog Your secret agent/Side-kick emerges from the shadows with his green visor, "Splinter?"
"Are you sure about Cerulean?"
"Computing," he remarks. "I saw her bring child N° 15, named 'Jeanne', outside for a stroll. Did not see child N°15, named 'Jeanne' return. Computing. Either I was reprogrammed by Root Access User Lord Gamington bzzt or Your Overlordness Incognito bzzt, or my memory has not been tampered with. Splinter Cog was planning death of child N°15 anyway your evilness."
"Why?" you ask.
"You made a clear sign to have her eliminated, your overlordness," he remarks. "I was merely preparing. I did not strike. Computing...must remember to disarm mine. Computing...Your evilness should not use N°15's bed for the day. Computing."
"I see," you nervously chuckle. "Anything else?"
"Do you desire a subject terminated, your evilness?" Splinter Cog remarks. "I'm good at cleaning, computing...and computing...and cleaning problems."
You'll keep that in mind for the moment.
CharolineThe Tutor looks warily at all the children, now turned monsters.
"I'm missing a few," she says, looking at you with a wide and doe-eyed look. "I...I don't know what I expected," she adds softly. "I mean, you
are an Evil Overlord. Silly me thinking that just because you were helping me pay my student debts you were actually a good guy." she shakes her head, "So...come to mutate me too now? Is this what it comes to in the end? Either we become a part of your 'race' or we are killed off? You're no better than those 'Only Humans should be Heroes' purists. Maybe you're doing this as a job, like those butchers who club baby seals to death. Only, instead of baby seals it's children you're killing off."
Her eyes are sort of angry at you, but she doesn't even try to scream. She's resigned to the fact she's probably going to die.
"So what now? Come to gloat and tell me I'm about to be turned into a monster too? Or maybe you'll fill me metal bits and reprogram me into your loyal slave?"
"No, I..."
What exactly did you want to talk to her about anyway?
More Fluff? With who if yes, otherwise on to Mission Select/Upgrade BaseThe bomb is being reprogrammed for forced mutation.