unrequitedlovefic2007

[unrequitedlovefic2007]

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‘Pest!’ Raquelle kicked the trash can off as she messed with her blonde hair in frustration. She let out a frustrated groan, sitting on her chair as she kept her head against the cold white desk in front of her.

‘I can't believe that fucking weirdo messed up our mission again.’ Her hand shot up gripping the pen holder in frustration, threatening to yeet it out of the window—but she didn't. Instead, she leaned back against her seat and let out a long sigh trying to calm herself.

No, she wouldn't mess around her room just because the fucking bitch got distracted. If anything it's his room she should be destroying, not hers. Raquelle restrained herself knowing that by doing that, the mess would only grow larger and messier. She hates mess. She hates it very much.

An annoyed sigh slipped past her throat as Raquelle stood up from her seat before plopping down on the bed. She stared at the ceiling filled with so many stickers and decorations on it. The blondie looked around her room and saw that it was full of cute pastel stuff—from her coquette wallpaper, to the pink floor, the shelves full of stuffed toys, her pink PC...

She took out her pink gun and combat knife with a ribbon on it and began polishing it. The bullet wound she had obtained from their mission still ached like a bitch on her leg. Good thing it didn't cause any permanent damage. ‘It's already bandaged,’ she acknowledged the wound. 'Guess who fucking bandaged it? Me—because no one on this godforsaken shitty-ass island is trustworthy enough not to stab her in the back while treating it.'

She loves her room. She won’t mess it up. Not because some random brainless bitch of a co-worker is too stupid to think critically. Bitch-ass was in love with one of the scientists and forcefully kidnapped her instead of killing her. 'My gosh', she almost pulled the trigger on both of them. But no matter, the conflict already ended. She almost died, but hey—at least she didn’t.

She swears she’s so ready to ditch both of their asses to escape, but good thing she didn’t—because to her surprise, the little brain-dead bitch brought her a pleasant gift. She let out a sigh, anger and frustration leaving her body as she took out her bag and rummaged inside to search for something. It didn’t take long to find it, and she gently pulled out a jar with something strange inside.

The jar has a label: K-1108469. Inside is something strange and alive—a black slime with tinges of grey and gold, especially when it catches the sunlight. It moves inside the jar. ‘What a peculiar one,’ she thought as she saw the strange thing react to her, as if sensing her presence.

She doesn’t know what this thing is. She knows it might potentially be dangerous, but she doesn’t care. Her morbid curiosity always gets the best of her. A tap on the glass and the slime... reacted. Its form glowed with a golden streak pattern, pulsing, as if sensing and processing her message.

The slime reacted by turning a small part of itself gold, extending and reaching out to tap the glass back. In fascination, she quickly smiled and tapped the glass five times. The slime then mimicked the number. She doubled down and tapped the glass eleven times, and the slime mimicked the number again.

Tilting her head in fascination, she tapped the glass in a pattern. The slime copied the pattern with ease. She tapped the glass in a rhythm that mimicked a lullaby... and the slime effortlessly copied it. “What a strange one,” she mumbled, bringing the glass jar up to eye level. The slime moved around the glass randomly.

“What an odd thing,” Raquelle smiled before taking out a piece of candy from her pocket. She would open the jar and feed it. She knew it was dumb and dangerous—but death is inevitable, and if she somehow died during this interaction, at least her death would satisfy her curiosity.

Well then, no more chitter-chatter. She slowly opened the jar and brought it close to her face, smelling it. It smelled like... hmm, it didn’t really smell like anything. She observed the slime, watching it reach for the open entrance. She quickly unwrapped the candy and dropped it inside the jar.

The creature immediately responded, latching onto the candy and devouring it with its slime body. She closed the lid and observed in fascination. In just a mere second, the candy was no longer in sight. It had been devoured out of existence. She smiled—for once, the brain-dead rascal actually delivered something interesting. Fine. She wouldn’t poison his food... 'I guess I’ll grant Tommy the luxury to live another day again. But I only forgive, never forget.'

She looked at the slime before grinning. ‘I wonder if it'll work on flesh.’ She giggled at the thought before taking out a rat that she had caught inside her dead hamster's enclosure. But looking back at the rat, she felt pity and placed it back inside the cage, giving it cheese.

“Oh, my little darling, I'm sorry mommy ever thought of feeding you to the strange thing,” she cooed, petting the rat before leaving it alone inside its enclosure. Instead, she stood up from her bed and dragged the unconscious, tied-up victim she had kidnapped from under the bed.

Bitch thought she was superior, so she showed her who’s in control. And yes, Raquelle is a control and clean freak... well, we listen, and we don’t judge. She took her newly polished knife and raised it over her head, bringing the blade down to the victim's finger, chopping it in a swift blow. ‘You’re lucky you didn’t feel any pain,’ Raquelle thought to herself as she quickly bandaged the victim's stumped finger.

She couldn’t help but chuckle while doing so. She didn’t know what was funny—maybe it was the anticipation of the victim’s reaction when they woke up and realized the missing limb. Either way, she quickly cleaned the blood off the floor before going back to the bed, taking off the cap of the jar and dropping the severed finger inside.

The slime immediately latched onto the finger, devouring it within a minute. She observed the little one and noticed something strange happening to it. Bubbles started appearing on its body, and for a second, she feared what was going to happen next. Did she poison it?! She hoped she didn’t. She’s always been soft around her pets.

Doubt and fear started creeping in, devouring her heart with anxiety and flooding her thoughts with possibilities of it dying... and the slime suddenly stopped moving, which made her heart drop. But then—it twitched. It started twitching manically until... it grew an eye. An eye with black sclera and golden irises and pupils.

The eye rolled to stare at her. Raquelle felt a little confused... but then more eyes began to open up all over its body, making her gasp in... in fascination. The odd one is so beautiful! She giggled and looked back at the eyes, all staring at her with curiosity. Mouths with sharp teeth suddenly appeared around its body, making her more curious than before.

“My my, what an odd creature.” Now, it was time for the final test. She held out her hand and slowly inserted it inside the jar. The creature's eyes stared at the finger inside, examining and interacting with it from time to time before latching onto her hand.

It let out a sound, similar to a trilling cat, as it bounced on her hand, staring at her as it kept trilling. She smiled and stared at the creature with a creepy grin, her amber eyes glinting with malice and dark thoughts as she stared at the small slime.

“You are now officially one of my children. I’ll call you... Elli.” She booped the slime, making its trilling louder.