《Story of Vita》Single Cell / Chapter 2
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When will this nightmare of non-existance end. I've been doing nothing for who knows how long. Do you know how boring it is to just know what's going on inside your own body? Its boring! If there was actually something for me to look at, I wouldn't complain too much, but there isn't! My nucleus is somehow empty, there isn't a single thing suggesting that I'm even alive and the only thing that I have done in this world is to create a single tentacle-arm-hair-thingy that doesnt even work! I bet I look stupid too! Fuck! Where even am I?
I swear if I ever manage to do anything, I will ea-
Oh?
My side flattened? Focusing on the flattened side, I can vaguelly sense something. What could that mean? Using my arm to touch this new thing, oh wait I can't really sense anything with this thing...
I know! I could try to use it like a needle! Hm, if you listen closely, you can feel the weight of my intelligence. Bringing my focus back to my beloved arm, I focus it to sharpen. Or atleast get thinner to stab with. Hey, I don't know why it works, it just does. The mass on the tip of it slowly gets thinner and thinner. The walls of my body are nearly touching on the inside, with the overall length of the thing having gotten much longer than before. Not quite a stinger, but it is something to stab with.
HAHA! Take this! My ultimate attack! Cell Needle! bringing it down with all I have, I imagine the absolute destructive power of my attack will surerly kill or effect whatever- I softly poke whatever is under me.
...
dafuck?...
REALLY, THATS IT! YOU FUCK, THIS IS WAR NOW! ILL UNLEASH A MULTICOMBO ON YOU POOR ASS OF A THING.
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With pure rage and spite I send my tentacle down on the thing again and again. Poking it, punching it, tickling it and scraping its surface. But then something is happening! Aha! At last this great foe will succumb to the devastating blowsIim delivering to it. Yes. YES! BE DESTRO- a small group of bacteria enters the chat through my cell wall.
What? Who inviteted these assholes? What even are these things? They look like a certain other bacteria I saw on a picture once. Hmm...
Oh no wait this isn't a bacteria. What kind of idiot am I? This is a bunch of molecules! Why did I think these were bacteria? Either way, this stuff came from whatever I was pummeling to death, so I guess that this is some kind of gore or some other thing. But if whatever that molecule is, it came out of my poor victim, meaning...
If I had a face, I would have a demonic smile plastered on it.
Thinking you can stop me, imaginary enemy? En garde, fucker, for this battle is not over!
Smack!
Stab!
Tickle- I mean PUNCH!
As I utterly blast my enemy, more and more of these molecules appear. While a normal attacker would stop. I, Vita, am unique! These molecules are quite solid, and only makes my needle more deadly! You complete imbecile! You utter most fool! Whatever you are, become my body!
After this long war, I finally did it! Oh hohohoohhoho. I can feel it. Slowly, Unending, flowing liquid that could only be described as.
Scrumptious.
Oh this is the good life! I take back all that I said about what I was going to do if I ever got my singular tentacle on something. Now, to take over this organism. Slowly entering the wound I made, I guess that the big eye god thing I talked to did some fixing to what I was talking about. But that doesn't matter anymore, because now that I have this form, I can take on any organism in this world! A long, blade-like body, with endless amounts of limbs for me to strangle any foe. This new form.
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Is that of a common grass.
...
you know what?
FUCK YO-
Deep within the Forest, a single blade of grass seems to move, but if this is the wind or something else causing it to move. Is unknown.
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