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The Most Dangerous Gamer by chimmon
Books » Worm Rated: M, English, Adventure, OC, Bonesaw, Siberian, Words: 431k+, Favs: 3k+, Follows: 3k+, Published: Mar 8, 2021 Updated: Feb 27, 2023
1,306Chapter 7: On the Road 1
"So what's the plan?" I sat down next to Shatterbird. Should I call her Akilah now that I was part of the team? Her reputation score was positive now. Hopefully that meant she didn't take my killing her personally. Then again, no one had actually told me her name. I'll just go with 'you' for now.
"The plan?" She looked up from the book she was reading.
"What town are we going to uhm.. 'visit' next?" Not that I wanted to do anything aside from getting as far from Jack as possible.
She smirked. "I guess Jack hasn't given you the talk yet."
"I've been asleep or with Riley since we left."
"Ah." She looked over at Jack, who was busy on the computer. "Best not to disturb him right now. Generally, we take some time off to whip the new recruits into shape. Have Bonesaw upgrade them, or Mannequin shore up any weaknesses." She shrugged. "After that, we tend to watch the news and find a fresh target."
"Oh." I thought about pressing her for more, but didn't want to appear suspicious.
What I wanted to do was grind Summoning, but I needed to be alone for that. I didn't feel like socializing with anyone but Riley. I could try improving my physical stats, but I'd need to be outside for that. I glanced over at the computer. No way Jack would give me access.
As if hearing my thought, Jack turned and beckoned me over. "Hey Killer, looking for something to do?"
I shook my head. "No. I'll go and keep Riley company."
Jack smiled. "You do that."
I went to the back of the RV, and opened the door to Riley's lab. She was doing something involving a microscope. The Siberian leaned against the wall, listening to the small child babble.
At the sound of the door closing, Riley looked my way. "Killer! Has it started to regrow yet?"
I shook my head. "No, but I think it'll be soon. Got everything prepped?"
She nodded. "I got all sorts of scanners ready. I was thinking THIS time to just observe. That's basic right? Not to fast for you?"
I waved her off. "It's fine. I don't know what else I'm going to do." Should I try opening up to her? She was... disturbed, but oddly charming. I need her help, so here it goes. "I don't really want to hang out with anyone else."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, Crawler's been nice so far. Probably 'cause our powers are similar. But he's in the trailer." I almost felt bad for him, until I remembered Nancy and Tom. "Mannequin is in his lab." Probably. How did a giant white robot move so stealthily? "I killed Shatterbird and Hack Face, so talking to them feels strained."
"What about Mimi?"
"Who?"
"The pale girl? Burnscar?"
"Oh." I blinked. "I don't know where she is. Eh, I think I'd rather spend time with you."
"Really?" Riley smiled.
"Sure. I mean, I don't know anyone here, but you seem really nice so far." That 'really' might be pushing it.
* +5 reputation with Bonesaw.
Or not. "Anyways, is it cool if I just chill in here? I mean, when you're not examining me. I don't want to get in your way or on your nerves."
"That'll be fine Killer." She petted the Siberian. "Sibby usually makes sure I'm not lonely. She's a good listener, but sometimes I feel like I'm talking to myself."
The zebra woman just looked at her and smiled. "I guess 'Killer' is my new cape name huh?"
"Yep! Jack came up with it!"
"I figured. You can call me Kevin."
* +5 reputation with Bonesaw.
"I can?" She stepped over and hugged me. "It's going to be so much fun having a big brother!"
Wow. How starved for affection is she? I awkwardly pat her on the back. "A-anyways, I think my fingers are starting to come back." My HP was almost full.
I sat on the floor as she strapped my arm to the table again. Riley started by looking at my hand. "I don't see anything yet. If the bone were to come in first, I should be able to notice it even without magnification." It was a little disconcerting how her voice and mannerisms changed. She was no longer the happy little bundle of energy. Instead there was an... intensity about her. It was pretty creepy.
Riley typed something on her computer, and another mechanical arm swung down from the ceiling. Instead of surgical tools, this one ended with a series of glass lens. She peered through the largest, before flipping down the next one in line. The only sound was scratching of her pencil as she furiously scribbled notes.
I think it took about an hour for the four fingers Siberian had eaten to grow back. Unfortunately, I didn't have a progress bar - only a notification when it was done. Riley pulled the arm away, stood up, and stretched. "Wow. That was pretty cool." She turned around and began typing again. "Next time I should start with trying to get a sample. Any cutting or dismemberment will either fail or have the same result as the first test. Let's see... an open and an enclosed sample container placed in the way. That might have an result. I can't get a smaller regeneration site, so no skin samples. Should check for dandruff and other natural processes that result in shed cells. Have Sibby punch the subject and monitor bruise healing."
I cleared my throat. "Hey Riley, could you let me up?"
"Huh?" She turned around, and her eyes went wide. "Oh, I'm so sorry Kevin! I got lost in thought." She giggled. "Most of my experiments don't object to laying on the table." She rushed over and undid the restraints. "Thank you so much! I can't wait to do this again!"
* +5 reputation with Bonesaw.
I shrugged. "It's no big deal. In fact, it's kinda enjoyable."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Like a doctor or your mom asking how you're doing, and really paying attention when you tell them you have a headache. That sort of thing." I paused and tried to put it into words better. I couldn't just say 'Grinding your reputation is easy and relaxing'. "It's like being the center of attention, but for a good reason. Like, being congratulated for doing something is one thing, but having someone really focusing on you is another."
"I think I understand. It's like having your creations being appreciated. You know that they're impressive if people keep talking about them!"
I wasn't sure about what 'creations' she was referencing, so I just went along with her. "Sure. Anyways, we can keep going if you want."
Her eyes went wide again. "Really? Even Mr. Jack doesn't like being in my lab when he's not unconscious."
On impulse I rubbed her head. "Really. I enjoy spending time with you." I knew that I was laying on thick, but it helped that I actually meant it. She was a really sweet and cute girl... when she wasn't murdering innocent people. I turned to the Siberian and held out my hand. "As long as you're up for it also, I wouldn't want to presume."
The zebra lady smiled at me in a way that made me both want to smile back and run screaming for the hills. As she slowly, so horrifyingly slowly, ate my fingers, I got several notifications. It was a surprising amount of reputation from both of them. We kept going until bedtime. Each round of testing (and eating) providing more and more reputation.
...
In the end, no matter what Riley tried, she couldn't get a sample of my Breaker state that was separate from me. Not that it deterred her, or damped her enthusiasm. The marathon session had lasted all day. I gained a few more points in meditation, but most of the time I spent talking to Riley. She honestly was a sweet girl. Even with her personality shifts when focusing on my physiology, I couldn't see her as Bonesaw. Sure, I'd read her bio. I knew some of the atrocities Bonesaw had committed. I didn't think my power or the PHO were lying. I also couldn't reconcile Bonesaw with Riley.
I mean, I know everyone's the hero of their own story. I also know a little of what Riley went through. But she's so... joyful? enthusiastic? optimistic? nice? I just can't see her committing those atrocities. Of course, just because I can't accept something doesn't mean it's not true. It just means my own bias is showing.
Ugh. At least I earned a substantial chunk of reputation with both her and the Siberian. I was close to finishing Riley's quest. Hopefully, I'd also given the zebra woman a good enough impression that she'd abstain from killing me. Or I might've just given her a taste for my flesh. Who knew? She was a projection, but she obviously cared for Riley. Another incompatible mental model. The cannibalistic, invincible, psychotic villain vs. Riley's attractive, caring, and kind... mother? pet? guardian?.
Even with Gamer's Mind, I was at my limit. Apparently immunity to mental effects, and continued calmness didn't help with trying to understand the nuances of people's personalities.
The RV started slowing down. "Are we stopping?" The Siberian was savoring my flesh and didn't speak. Not that she would've anyways.
Riley looked up from her computer. "Huh? Is it nighttime already? Oh, shoot!" She stamped her little foot and grabbed my un-eaten hand. "C'mon, I wanna make s'mores!"
I smiled and got up. I knew that some of her mannerisms, like the stomp, were her actively trying to be cute. It still worked. "S'mores? We can go outside?"
"Uh, huh. Mr. Jack always has us park away from anyone that would notice us."
"But the RV drives itself. Couldn't we just ride through the night?"
Riley shook her head. "Nope! Mr. Ned needs to be let out. He gets cranky otherwise."
"Mr. Ned? You mean Crawler?"
"That's right!" She pulled both the Siberian and me behind her. "I don't know if he sleeps all day, but he likes to move around at night."
"Makes sense. That trailer isn't much bigger than he is."
Outside, there was already a small fire going. Riley whispered to me. "We can't make the fire bigger. Otherwise Mimi will start to go overboard."
I think the correct word is 'crazy'. Not that I correct her. I bet Jack knows exactly how much fire it takes to perk her up, but not cause her to spiral out of control. Cheater.
*Perception check failed.
I actually have a pretty nice time. Riley enjoys the s'mores. Mimi is actually talkative, and surprisingly nice. Even Shatterbird joins in. Crawler goes off into the night with a promise not to stray far. Mannequin is... somewhere I assume. Hatchet Face doesn't socialize. He sits by himself, sharping that stupid axe.
Jack... Jack is charming and funny. He makes jokes, tells stories, and really listens to everyone else. It's scary. If I didn't know who he was... Like he was a new student or something, he'd be the most popular person at the school. He makes jokes with me about video games, and doesn't stray to any topics that might upset me. This can't just be his power. Reading people is one thing, acting on it...
*Fear condition negated by Gamer's Mind.
It's enough that Gamer's Mind steps in. Which, of course, makes me MORE afraid of him. Just, in an intellectual sense. Like Kefka in one of my favorite games from Earth Aleph. A person who should not be given any kind of power or authority. He kinda looks like him too. If Jack was rendered in 16-bit graphics and given a green coat.
As the evening ran down, he came to sit by me. "So, Killer, where do you think we should stop next?"
I glanced at him, before returning my gaze to the fire. "You're asking me? I know of Witchita Falls, and that's it. I'm not what you'd call a well-traveled person."
"Surely you know of some local capes? Someone you'd like to meet?"
"I know Eidolon, Exalt, Dispatch and Hoyden. They're the most famous." I paused to think. "I'm a fan of Soundwave."
"Oh? The guy in Dallas?"
I turned to look at Jack. "You know him? People on PHO don't talk about a lot of Texans aside from Ediolon."
"Sure. Sound manipulator. Manton limited, but still can vibrate the air close enough to most people's inner-ear for it to almost not be the case." Jack smirked. "What? Do you think we just roll into town, kick up a ruckus and take off?"
"Yes?" I mean, was this a trick question?
He let out a small laugh. "Sorry, but nope. It's a lot of work. We scout an area, and make up a list of everyone that could be called in. For your town, that meant the Dallas Protectorate." He shrugged. "And Ediolon. The guy has a grudge against the Siberian, so operating this close to him ups the ante."
I blinked. "That... makes sense. You couldn't have lasted for two decades otherwise I guess."
"Exactly!" He slaps me on the back. "We have to do our due diligence before the game can start. Too many unknowns are no good. Of course, too few won't do either. What's a game without a plot twist?"
"Boring."
"That's why when we bring in new blood, we like to let them pick the next target." He spreads his arms. "Keeps us on our toes. Keeps things from getting stale."
"So I get to choose? What if I say we crash Houston."
Jack let out a short laugh. "We still vote on it. Not that I'm saying 'no', but some of the others might not go for it."
"I see." This was an opportunity. "Can I sleep on it?"
"Take all the time you want." He stood up and brushed off his pants. "We're pretty carefree with timetables."
*A new quest has triggered: Choose Your Own Adventure
[Choose Your Own Adventure
Convince the Slaughterhouse Nine to go after a target you pick.
Bonus: Choose a target they would not have gone after otherwise.
Success: +3,000 exp
Bonus: +2,000 exp, increased reputation with Jack Slash]
I make of point of Observing everyone before going to bed. Well, everyone except Mannequin. No idea where that guy is. All the non-projection members have various mental debuffs, but interestingly enough they all share two: 'Driven to Conflict' and 'Memory Removal'. Well, they all share one. Shatterbird doesn't have Driven to Conflict for some reason. What's different about her? Is it that she got her powers from a strange vial?
*Your parahuman lore skill has increased by +1.
Huh. So I guess it's NOT something Jack is doing, or sharing. Memory Removal probably isn't either. I could see him doing that to other people, but not himself. Odd.
Oh, and Mimi really has it bad. Her list, just wow. It's really a shame 'cause she was actually fun to talk to tonight. Cute too.
Ugh. You'd think Gamer's Mind or Gamer's Body would help with THAT particular problem of being a teenager, but noooooo. Stupid sexy Siberian. Stupid cute pyromaniac. Stop. I need to get a grip. Either one of them would kill you in a heartbeat. The Siberian tore your arm off and chased you for three days! Burnscar wanted you to kill your mom! Granted, zebra chasing me got me tons of Dex and my arm grew back. Plus it wasn't my mom, just a meatpuppet... Stay on track. Grind rep with Riley and get far, far away.
Speaking of which, did she go to bed? I look around. The fire is dimming. Jack is talking with Shatterbird, who looks quite attentive. Mimi's energy is dying with the fire. No sign of Riley or Siberian. I guess they went to bed. I should head that way myself.
I slip into the back of the RV. Riley's lab has compacted itself, and the bedroom has returned.
*Perception check passed.
Huh? Was that a scream? I creep down the hall, and peer into the dark room.
*Stealth check passed.
The Siberian is stroking Riley's head. The little girl has changed into some pink pajamas. Her face contorts, and she lets out another small scream. The motherly projection hugs her. Riley seems to calm down some.
I.. I just can't. I don't know anymore. Why would a psychopath who dissects people for fun have nightmares and need cuddling? I turn and head towards the 'living room'. I spend the night looking out the window, summoning knives, and meditating. I get some more tired debuffs, but a short two hour nap in the early morning gets rid of them.
It was worth it.
*Your summoning skill has gained +1 level.
It took 331 knives to level up. If they are each worth 1 exp, that's 331 exp for 1 level in summoning. If they give exp at a 1 to 1 ratio to MP cost, then it comes to exactly 1000 exp, since one knife was more expensive. Considering that my character level costs are multiples of 1000 also, I'm inclined to think it's quality over quantity for grinding Perks.
I also noticed that there's a small MP drain when I keep a knife outside my inventory. If I don't pay, they shatter into pixels - which almost immediately vanish. I figured that out as I played around with stabbing myself under my t-shirt. I didn't manage to do any damage. Probably need to put some muscle behind my self-mutilation attempts. The 95.6% reduction is zeroing everything else out. I'm honestly not sure I'm currently capable of inflicting damage on myself.
In any case, time to test my new limits. 20 MP seems to be the max I can now use.
[Summoned knife
Str 90. Dex 5. Con 5.]
[Summoned knife
Str 5. Dex 90. Con 5.]
[Summoned knife
Str 10. Dex 5. Con 85.]
Can't max out Str or Dex, but I can max out Con. My Wis is lower than my Int and Per, so that makes sense.
-1 HP
The 1st one is sharp enough to hurt me, but it snaps under the strain. Going to be hard to grind damage resistance like that. Better than cluttering my inventory. Hmmm... it's early. People will probably be up soon. I go outside and stretch my legs. Is there someplace nearby that the RV can't see? I don't know what kind of Tinkertech cameras are watching me, or what limitations on that sort of thing are.
I'd like to try summoning something else, but I'm not going to risk Jack finding out. Wait, I know! I intently look for any hidden cameras.
Perception check? Hello? Pass, fail? Anything?
Shoot.
*Perception check passed.
Sweet. No. That's just Crawler. I wave at my massive teammate.
"Killer." He 'nods'. "Getting stronger?" It's not easy to read inflections in his voice, but I get a sense of eagerness.
I shake my head. "No. I spent yesterday in Riley's lab."
He scoffs. "Even if I was small enough to fit, I wouldn't go in there."
"Oh?"
"You haven't seen what she can do." His deep voice grumbles. "She can't hurt me, but I've seen what happens to the corpses of other capes." He shudders. "I'm not looking to have my nervous system overwritten."
I blinked. "She can do that?"
One side of Crawler's mouth curled up. "Not to me. My skin's too tough for her to crack. But to other capes, yeah. Had this one guy a few years back. Real attitude until he spent the day in her lab. All smiles after that." Crawler shook his head. "Even as he began to rot from whatever she did, kept on smiling."
"I see." All the more reason to get on her good side. I decided to change the topic. "Want to bat me around some before the others wake up?"
"Nah. You're plenty tough already. What we need to do is make you hit harder."
"I'd lift weights, but I don't think I can find anything heavy enough."
Crawler sort of sways for a while. I'm not sure how to interpret that body language. "You should ask Mannequin."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He's got some zero-G training gizmo."
I frown. "Wouldn't training in zero-G just make it not as effective."
Crawler shakes his head. "No. It's this thing for keeping you in shape while you're weightless. He tested it on me. Held up pretty good for a couple of seconds."
"I'll ask. Thanks for the advice."
"Sure thing. Train and get stronger."
"Will do."
I head back inside, and sit at the window while everyone else gradually wakes up. While I'd like to work on leveling summoning some more, holding my hands underneath my shirt would look odd. Wait... yep, I can summon at the same range as Inventory. No line of sight needed, but there is an MP penalty if there's not enough space. Let's see. Could I dump knives into the walls? I doubt there's cameras inside, but there might be other sensors. Considering how space-efficient this place is, it wouldn't surprise me.
Riley comes out of the bathroom and heads towards me. I smile and ruffle her hair. "Good morning Riley. Ready for another exciting day in the lab?"
She crosses her arms. "I wish. I only get my lab every other day."
Why.. ah. "So Mannequin is expanding his lab today?"
She nods.
"So what do you do on days like this."
"I dunno. Play with Sibby. Watch TV. Browse PHO." She shrugs. "Stuff to pass the time."
"Hmmm.. Crawler suggested I ask Mannequin about strength training equipment. Want to help me with that?"
She perks up. "Sure!" Riley tilts her head to the side and looks off into space. After a few seconds her eyebrows raise up. "Oh! I have a better idea!"
"And what might that be?"
"We have Sibby help you!"
"What."
Riley began talking, picking up speed with each word. "Yeah! It'll be great! She normally runs off to do whatever she does on her own. Sometimes she plays with me, but I think she gets bored of watching TV. But she likes you! I bet we could have her give you some really good resistance training. Normally muscles get stronger by tearing and regrowing, so you have to push your limits to get strong right?" She didn't wait for an answer. "But Sibby's like really, REALLY strong y'know? So you could arm-wrestle her, or do push-ups with her on your back, or squats, or anything really. I don't know how your improvement happens with your Breaker state, but it has to follow basic biology right? Since you mimic it, or are based off of it. So a proper full body workout where we cycle through your muscles will work best!"
She finally had to take a breath, so I chimed in. "Won't that damage things? Also how are push-ups going to help, she can't weigh more than... uhhh..." I had no idea how much girls weighed. What if I upset the invincible projection by implying she was fat or something?
Riley shook her head. "It'll be fine. Sibby weighs as much as she wants to. And she can protect the RV. Let's go ask!"
I followed her to the back. Everyone else was up by now, except the Siberian. She was curled up like a cat on the bed where she and Riley had slept. Why does a projection need sleep? The little girl bounded up to her and began explaining her idea with huge gestures.
The Siberian stood up and stretched again. I made sure to look away. She calmly waited for Riley to fully explain her idea, and then looked at me expectantly.
I closed my eyes and sighed. I knew what her price was. I should be happy I had something she wanted... even if it was my flesh. At least it hardly hurt with the constant grinding she was providing for pain resistance. I held out my hand. This time I didn't fall for the licking trick. Even with Gamer's Mind, there are some things you just can't get over seeing.
...
*Bonesaw's Brother complete! Riley now considers you an ally.
*A new quest has triggered: Escape From the Slaughterhouse Nine
[Escape From the Slaughterhouse Nine
You won't be let alone, at least not while Jack is suspicious of you. (Hint: He knows you want out.) Your ally is willing to look the other way, giving you a chance. Buddy up with them, then run off. Leaving them behind to face Jack's understanding personality.
Bonus1: Bring your ally with you.
Bonus2: Don't let your ally in on it until it's go time.
Bonus3: Cover your tracks.
Success: +5,000 exp; decreased reputation with your ally; decreased reputation with Jack Slash
Bonus1 Success: +5,000 exp; increased reputation with your ally; decreased reputation with Jack Slash; ?
Bonus2 Success: +3,000 exp; increased head start
Bonus3 Success: +10,000 exp; increased head start; reduced reputation loss with Jack Slash]
A day spent training with Siberian, while chatting with Riley was surprisingly pleasant. Sure, I had more than a few fingers eaten. Which, I admit, is disturbing. Gamer's Mind was in top form - not letting me dwell on it and allowing me to constantly press my limits. My willpower was nowhere strong enough to exercise like this without it.
And the gains! My str stat more than doubled. That in turn quadrupled my lifting amount, assuming Riley and I understood the Siberian's gestures. No idea how strong I now am, but I'm pretty sure I can beat Hatchet Face to death the old fashion way. My body also looks nicer. I'm no bodybuilder, but there's clear definition there. Riley helpfully pointed it out, and I promised her another arm to dissect. That put me over the top, and triggered my new quest. Finally, when my str reached 50, I got a new available Perk.
[Juggernaut
Materials that you destroy do not impact your momentum. Additional benefits against defenses normally immune to damage. Unlocks other Str perks.]
I wish it said what those additional benefits were. Would my punches suddenly be able to hurt the Siberian? I doubted it, and I wasn't going to waste a Perk point to check.
"C'mon, give it to me now!" Riley pouts.
I shake my head and wait for my summoned spider to die. I wanted to keep on making knives to get more consistent data, but after figuring out I could summon things inside my mouth... It was too convenient to pass up. With meditation's increased level, I could maintain a lesser version of it at all times. (Thank you Gamer's Mind.) And I wasn't going to waste that MP gain.
"You prooooomised!"
I raise an eyebrow, and walk outside.
Jack's standing by the fire. "What did Killer promise?"
"Another arm! But he won't let Sibby take it!"
The spider vanishes. "I won't let the Siberian take it yet, Riley. She can tear it off before we go to bed. That way I can regenerate over night."
"But I wanna watch you grow back!"
"Without your equipment?"
Riley puffs herself up. "My eyes are good enough to make out cells if I concentrate!"
"Really? That's impressive. Why did you use the microscope yesterday?"
She looks down, holds her hands behind her back, and kicks the dirt. That HAS to be a practiced move. "It gives me a headache if I do it too much." She says in a small voice.
I kneel down and pat her head. "There's no need to rush it then. Wouldn't you rather do something else?"
"Like what?" She looks up at me.
"Anyone have any cards? I know a few games."
Jack is already pulling a pack out. Ok, I'm now a little more scared of him.
[Kevin Greenhouse (Killer)
The Gamer
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: Slaughterhouse Nine
Title: Murderer III (+150% damage to helpless targets)
Level: 11 (8,950/11,000 Exp)
Mover: 4
Shaker: 0
Brute: 5
Breaker: 10
Master: 2
Tinker: 0
Blaster: 0
Thinker: 8
Striker: 0
Changer: 0
Trump: 5
Stranger: 4
HP: 460
MP: 133
Primary Attributes
STR: 65
AGI: 32
CON: 65
INT: 20
PER: 20
WIS: 15
CHA: 11
LUC: 5
Unspent Points: 95
Traits:
Gamer's Body lvl Max
Gamer's Mind lvl Max
Observe lvl 3
Inventory lvl 2
Party System
Perks Selected (2/2):
Rapid Regeneration
Summoning lvl 2
Perks Available:
Solid as a Rock
Power Drain
Fire Control
Silica Control
Juggernaut
Skills:
Acting: 12
Athletics: 21
Basic Academics: 2
Computers: 1
Damage Resistance (Acid): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Disease): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Heat): 64 - 99.25%
Damage Resistance (Physical): 25 - 95.6%
Damage Resistance (Poison): 100 - 100%
Meditation: 36
Melee Weapon: 17
Pain Resistance: 63 - 99.2%
Parahuman Lore: 7
Ranged Weapon: 21
Stealth: 7
Unarmed Combat: 32
Video Games: 26
Ongoing Quests:
Passing on the Torch
Best Served Cold
Choose Your Own Adventure
Escape From the Slaughterhouse Nine
Debuffs:
None]
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