>>36920492
> "Mom, quick! Do something!" [Cry for your mother?]
> "Maybe they work like my antennae do?" [Try and retract the Needles?]

>>36920492
> "Maybe they work like my antennae do?" [Try and retract the Needles?]
> "Mom, quick! Do something!" [Cry for your mother?]

>>36920492
> "Maybe they work like my antennae do?" [Try and retract the Needles?]

Welcome to Bug Girl Quest, where we make poor choices and suffer various consequences.


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Welcome, and enjoy your stay!

>>36920492
> "Mom, quick! Do something!" [Cry for your mother?]


> What if I drank something stronger? [Force a counter-reaction?]
- Does this mean try to force mom back? If so Yes! Goddamn we can't just kill mom!

>>36920492
>> What if I drank something stronger? [Force a counter-reaction?]
> "Mom, quick! Do something!" [Cry for your mother?]

>>36920561
This
>>36920492

Because our default problem solver/causer is always random chemicals.

Also happy to see the thread Parasite.

>>36920492
> "Mom, quick! Do something!" [Cry for your mother?]
After panicking:
> "Maybe they work like my antennae do?" [Try and retract the Needles?]

>>36920546
Don't think, feel.

>>36920518
>>36920537
>>36920641

Look, it's like moving a car. I'll pull while you push, got it?

>>36920561
>>36920563
>>36920615
I know it doesn't make any sense, it SCIENCE!

A little pulling, a little chem drinking, and a lot of begging your mother not to die.

Roll 3D100

Rolled 50, 56, 27 = 133 (3d100)

>>36920759
3 each?

Rolled 7, 26, 3 = 36 (3d100)

>>36920759
Give us mom back

Rolled 37, 64, 32 = 133 (3d100)

>>36920759

Rolled 86, 57, 88 = 231 (3d100)

>>36920759

>>36920615
Glad to be back. Good work with Fire Emblem Quest btw.

>>36920778
>>36920789
>>36920812
>50, 64, 32

Ouch, well you almost broke even.
>Writing.

>>36920852
I hope we aren't going to lose wings
What type of wing are they anyway?
Also if this won't work we should drink more things

>>36921331
You just got a 34 on drinking another random sample.
Do you really want to?

>>36921361
I'm counting 6 for "Mom quick-"
4 for trying to retract
And 3 for trying to drink?

Someone correct me if I'm wrong though.

>>36921361
Yeah no drinking, once we got lucky we don't want to again, third time the charm for us to die.

>>36921361
Mom is our primary concern.

>>36921361
You're already established this quest's tone as 'lol randumb', so idiots are going to keep voting for it. The only way to prevent it is for you to put Mom back in our head, and have her directly intervene whenever we try to drink random chemicals.

"Mom? Mom! Can you hear me Mom!" You try and keep your composure as you frantically scour your senses for even the smallest trace of your Mother. But there's nothing, not a twinge or a splash of color or anything...

"Okay, okay, just try and stay calm. It's fine, everything is fine." You tell yourself that it's alright if you can't feel mom right now, mostly because you can't feel anything right now. All you can do it think this through and try and do something about it.

>50

First things first, your covered in lots of pointy spikes that are tearing through your skin. Since they're coming from your body and only showed up after you sucked down that last batch of test samples, it's safe to say that this is a new power. So you just have to turn it off, just like you do all your other powers.

Putting as much focus as your mind can spare into the task you see the snow white needles slowly begin to retract inch-by-inch into your skin. As you concentrate more you manage to get the ones on your hands and face to retract all the way leaving your blood stained, but otherwise normal hands in full view. Unfortunately the ones on your back don't seem to be going so easily, only retracting the tinyist bit until they refuse to move any more.

"Alright, that sort of worked. What's next?"

>64

Suddenly, you feel a spike of pain through your chest and back. It moves through your torso and then your limbs and then up to your head. Your head!

"Mom! Are you there Mom? Say something, please!"

1/2

Your cries are answered by a hazy bright red blotch clouding out the vision in your left eye and freezing sensation in the back of your head. The blotch is changing colors moving from bright red to crimson to purple and slowly growing murkier.

"Hold on a second Mon, I-I'll get something to help."

You hurriedly grab a bottle from the counter where you dropped all the test-tubes from earlier and scramble over the ones Mom marked out in blue, the 'maybes' on the list. You find one that says 'SAVE', pop the lid off and down it without a second thought.

>32

And as you feel whatever it is you just poured down your throat hit your system your entire body goes slack.
You're unconscious before you hit the floor.


> Hermit
> Hero
> Harvest
> Holy
> Write-in

>>36921620
>Hermit

>>36921620
> Harvest

>>36921620
>Mom

>>36921620
>HERO!

>>36921620
>Hero

Just for one day.

>>36920852
That feel when senpai notices you.

>>36921620
>Write In
>Havoc

>>36921620
> Hero

>>36921631
Unlimited-cosmic power!

>>36921636
I am become Death, destroyer of plots.

>>36921637
Best Girl takes the wheel

>>36921640
>>36921656
>>36921696
The shadowrun comes to light


Well you picked an interesting one.
>Writing

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Your name is Sara Shields and you honestly can't believe what you're seeing right now. Until two weeks ago you were just an regular high-school student who enjoyed buddy cop movies, the feeling of walking barefoot and JUSTICE! Now you're sitting in a government owned scanning facility watching every monitor and scanner go ballistic.


You managed to land this job as an intern in order to get a recommendation board to over look some 'problems' in you file. Your goal was to join the MCB or Meta-human Control Bureau and the board had a strict policy against accepting anyone with a record of "vigilante" justice into their department. You managed to negotiate a deal since otherwise you're nearly-overqualified for the position and everyone knows it. And that's how you wound up in this little slice of heaven.

You thought by this point in your life you'd be out on the streets catching criminals and saving people. You know, real hero stuff! But instead ever since you got off your plane you've been forced to stare at a bunch of scanning equipment and punch numbers into a input computer that looks about as old as you are. You're actually starting to miss Canada. Or at least you were until a second ago.

Just when you were about to take your second nap in the last three hours everything in room started going off like the place was on fire. You rushed to check the stats screen to see what the hell could have caused this much noise when you saw it.

> High Level Aspect Identified
> Registration Number: UNREGISTERD
> Threat Level: 12

Twelve?

It is currently 3:02pm on a Saturday afternoon and you are sort of freaking out.

> There are procedures for this, right? [Call into headquarters]
> "Pfft, a level 12, in this town? Must have been a power surge." [Go mess with the breaker]
> "This is my chance! It's even nearby!" [Grab your gear and go to the site.]
> Write-in

>>36922469
> "This is my chance! It's even nearby!" [Grab your gear and go to the site.]

Hero!

>>36922469
>> "This is my chance! It's even nearby!" [Grab your gear and go to the site.]

>>36922469
>> "This is my chance! It's even nearby!" [Grab your gear and go to the site.]

>>36922469
>> "This is my chance! It's even nearby!" [Grab your gear and go to the site.]

>>36922469
> "This is my chance! It's even nearby!" [Grab your gear and go to the site.]

Even if it is a false alarm or a major threat someone needs to go take care of it.

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>>36922469
>"This is my chance! It's even nearby!" [Grab your gear and go to the site.]

>>36922469
>"This is my chance! It's even nearby!" [Grab your gear and go to the site.]

>>36922514
>>36922510
>>36922504
>>36922497
>>36922489
>>36922589
>>36922564

Old habits die hard.

Time to be the Hero!

Please don't kill Sara, I really like her.

>>36922621
Give Mom back and we'll consider being reasonable.

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>>36922621

>>36922621
Well, better make that gear include a mean tranq gun, or we'll kill MC #1 if I've read this right.

>>36922621
GIVE US MOM BACK! WE'LL GIVE UP THE WINGS!

>>36922810
>Thinks you still have wings

Isn't that cute

>>36922853
>Let's drink shit again
See you fucking retards?
Now we traded mom for fucking nothing

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You pull you jacket off the back of your chair as you use your patented 'flail wildly' technique to navigate yourself to the entrance and turn the doors handle. Before heading outside you heft you equipment bag onto your shoulder, giving it a quick pat before opening the door and heading out. It was a pain to get this baby back through customs but as long as you have it you feel up to tackling anything short of a seasoned A-Lister on your own.

Ha! 'You're unreasonable' they said, 'breech of protocol', they said. Well look who's laughing now! I'm about to be the first person to ID a Level 12! This is gonna be so great! Hahaha~"

Momentarily stopping your insane laughter to lock the buildings back door you check the portable interface on your wrist to confirm your direction and head off.

"Alright, time for ACTION!"

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

After about 20 minutes on foot you navigator confirms that you've made it to the place. But honestly? You're not really impressed.

"It looks...normal?"

You let out a sigh as your dreams die just a little. There won't be any huge battles of good vs evil or anything by the looks of it. You wonder is maybe there really was a short in the computer systems and you just wasted the better part of half an hour chasing faulty circuitry.

Then again, the doors are wide open and this place gives you a weird feeling. Kind of like a mix of nostalgia and disgust.

Maybe if your lucky there's a cult opening a portal in the attic or something equally stupid and unlikely.

> "There's obviously something wrong here." [Clear the house]
> Wonder if the Reg-system has a file on this place. [Check the records]
> I guess I'll go check out back entrance. [Investigate the back]
> Write-in

>>36923303
> "There's obviously something wrong here." [Clear the house]

A HERO! Does not lurk around the back!

>>36923303
>> "There's obviously something wrong here." [Clear the house]

>>36923303
> Wonder if the Reg-system has a file on this place. [Check the records]
Hero don't mean dumb.

>>36923303
>Wonder if the Reg-system has a file on this place. [Check the records]

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>36923332
>>36923376
Meet the family

>>36923408
>>36923460
Down Memory Lane

I Need 1d100 which ever one wins.

One for not being eaten alive and the other for a San/knowledge check.

>>36923303
> Wonder if the Reg-system has a file on this place. [Check the records]
> "There's obviously something wrong here." [Clear the house]

In that order

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>36923544
Fine have it your way.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>36923544

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>36923544
rollin

>>36923568
>>36923586
>>36923589
>95
We'll shit

>>36923546
>>36923544
>20:28:54

I won't fault you guys 3 seconds.

Roll me another 1d100

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>36923618

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>36923618

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>36923618
Here comes the snow.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>36923618

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>36923618

>>36923568
>>36923586
>>36923589
>>36923632
>>36923654
>>36923662
>95, 91

Because you don't fight family
>Writing

You stand on the front steps of the house as you bring up the screen for the Reg-systems interface. You check the address. "24 Landis Street" You move to punch the address into your screen and you-

>95

You shut the screen off.

You don't need a registration system to tell you what this place is. That's stupid. You're stupid.
You used to live two blocks away from here when you were little. And here? This was the Madison's house.
This was Melissa Madison's house.

Suddenly all the tension goes out of your shoulders as you push the already open door completely in and walk directly into the living room.
A soft brushing sound reaches your ears as you take a beep breath.

Sorry guys, 4chan isn't letting me post the next update because it thinks it's spam.

Give me a little.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>36924490
I like what that image might imply

>>36924466
>>36924490
Try posting just the first half.

File: Sup Mel.jpg (69 KB, 416x416)

69 KB JPG

>>36924589
Still no, maybe the first half is the problem?

I'll try omitting bits.

>>36924642
2000 character limit, mang.

Also, fuck it.

Because apparently the system hates me, there's a picture of our MC right now.

>>36924668
And don't you dare say that spaces aren't characters! They take offense to that.

>>36924668
>Error: Our system thinks your post is spam. Please reformat and try again.

Believe me, it isn't-

>>36924694
...trying again

>>36924676
So we got 2k defense? coolio

>>36924704
You could just go and fuck it all and post it as a screenshot?

>>36924735
Half way through rewriting it in short hand with different actions. one sec.

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>91
"Attention!"

A hail of wasp the size of softballs detach themselves from the walls and ceiling above you at your command. From your head to your feet the bunch up and swarm around you. Some decide to rest in your hair, others perch on your bag. A particularly active one who's a lot more brightly colored than the rest does a little spinning dance in front of your face and then rockets off through the house.

You can feel the entire house vibrating slightly under your feet, no doubt Mr. Madison's built some sort of giant power generator that runs on old soup-cans and head-lice or something. That or this place is filled with several hundred thousand carnivorous insects waiting to rip you limb from limb. Eh, probably the generator.

The wasp-in-cheif bolts through the rooms in a zigzagging pattern making it's way into the kitchen and and through what you think used to be the stairs down to the basement. You follow the giant hornet-thing down the staircase and step out into the sticky floor of the basement.

"Holy..."

You're name is Sara Shields and you didn't sign up for this.

> Is there something inside of that? [Bust it open]
> "What the hell's going on here?" [Investigate the room]
> NOPE! [Leave, you saw nothing]
> Write-in

>>36924870
> "What the hell's going on here?" [Investigate the room]

>>36924870
> "What the hell's going on here?" [Investigate the room]

Busting it open might kill MC.

>>36924870
> "What the hell's going on here?" [Investigate the room]

>>36924870
>> "What the hell's going on here?" [Investigate the room]

Prod it!

>>36924870
>"What the hell's going on here?" [Investigate the room]

>>36924969
>>36924957
>>36924944
>>36924910
>>36924899
Giant pulsing cocoon thing? That's nice, but did you find any fingerprints?

Let's see if a semi-pro detective can do a better investigation than a super with ADD
1D100

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>36925021
There is giant cocoon here?

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>36925021

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>36925021
Dice me.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>36925021

>>36925030
>>36925034
>>36925036
>46

Heh, maybe it's the school systems fault.

>>36925078
Any bonuses from not being the ADD afflicted MC?

Rolled 47, 19, 90 = 156 (3d100)

>>36925078
>>36925119
Possibly

>>36925143
Oh, Devinne intervention
Those two +90 for Sara's memory and bug relationship are going to break this whole thread.

>Writing

>>36925175
No memory and total control of bugs? No control of bugs and lots of memory? Is mom still dead?

>>36925223
No
No
If she is I'm hard pressed to understand how she just rolled a 90

>>36925359
Oh god No memory and no control of bugs.. But thank God mom is alive to help her vegetable daughter recover.

>>36925486
What? They are one. They have always been one. Why do you attempt to see them as separate beings?

You lift the collar of your shirt over your mouth just encase there's anything strange in the air and you take a step into the room full of slime and what looks like gossamer. You decide this scene is sufficiently suspicious to warrant a full investigation and resolve yourself to get to the bottom of what happened here. After all, there's a giant cocoon in the middle of this room giving off the same readings as a Level 12 Meta-human.

>46

You edge your way around the cocoon being careful not to get your shoes caught in the gunk or the webs that are branching out from its sides. On the far side of the living pillar you discover a large array of test-tubes in various states of destruction strewn across the floor and partly covered by the cocoon's gel.

You trace the trail of shattered slime coated tubes back to a small cooler sitting under a bench a few more feet away. Looking closer the cooler is labeled "S-Series Samples" and seems to have been impaled by something like a pike.

Finally you turn your attention to the cocoon itself. It takes all of two seconds to realize that the pulsating beat of the cocoon is matching the rhythm of a heart beat, and another two to realize that the entire top of the shell has been occupied by a swarm of Death-watch Beetles who are chirping along with the cocoons heart-like beat.

At least the do until is stops beating.

> Hey, you alright in there? [Knock on the cocoon]
> What the hell's going on here? [Interrogate the Death-watch]
> Try and think like a Madison [Lick the cocoon]
> Write-in

>>36925781
> Hey, you alright in there? [Knock on the cocoon]
> What the hell's going on here? [Interrogate the Death-watch]
We are smarter than she is.

>>36925781
>Hey, you alright in there? [Knock on the cocoon]
Sadly, we are not Madison right now.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>36925781
> Hey, you alright in there? [Knock on the cocoon]

>>36925781
> Hey, you alright in there? [Knock on the cocoon]
> Try and think like a Madison [Lick the cocoon]

>>36925781
> What the hell's going on here? [Interrogate the Death-watch]
> Hey, you alright in there? [Knock on the cocoon]

>>36925781
> Write-in
Kiss it
Kissing wakes others up and gives happy endings yes?

>>36925781
> What the hell's going on here? [Interrogate the Death-watch]

>>36925799
>>36925804
>>36925816
>>36925825
>>36925826
Donte. Donte who? Please don't eat me.

>>36925799
>>36925826
>>36925879
Time to pull rank

>>36925799
>>36925826
You folks sure this cocoon is up to regulation?

>>36925825
It's a legitimate science

>>36925828
Bug Girl x Bat Girl

The front door wasn't open so you might as well knock on this one.
>Writing

Also, choose one
>Resist
>Don't' resist
This is important

>>36925998
>Don't' resist

I don't know who's resisting and what's being resisted. But I don't want to break anything!

>>36925998
>Don't' resist
SIDEKICK GET

>>36925998
Who are we answering for? sort of a blind question.

>>36925998
>>Resist
Mom should stay in Madison's head

>>36926027
This applies to all 4 characters present.

>>36925998
>Don't' resist

>>36926063
Dad, Mom, Mel and Sara?

That means Mom is present~

>>36926096
Well, at least half that list is right.

>>36926124
Fuck.

>>36926018
>>36926024
>>36926076
Make us whole, Sara

>>36926076
Get out of my mind, Melissa!

>>36926208
>Writing

>>36926208
>That feel when you knew something bad would happen if they didn't resist.
>That feel when you were to late to do anything because you are running your own quest.

Feels bad man

>>36926263
>He doesn't want to become part of the great hivemind

>>36926429
So long as we don't lose mom I'm perfectly fine with that.

OP Bugged out

>>36926805
That was terrible anon. Go sit in the corner.

>>36926805
Op takes about a half hour to update. This one might be a bit larger than usual. Have faith.

You shoot a glare a the Death-watch Beetles sitting on top of the cocoon as you make your way closer to the now still shell. They ruffle slightly at the stare but quickly quiet down. It's almost as if they're waiting for you to do something. You carefully slide your bag off your shoulder, brushing a few wasp away as you do. You lay your equipment bag down like a plank so you can get withing arms reach of the cocoon without getting caught in the thick layers of organic mesh surrounding it's base. Once you finally get close you reach out and touch you hand to the surface of the cocoon. The shell is warm underneath your hands and is vibrating just a little bit. If you weren't already used to strange abomination of nature and giant insects in particular this would probably bother you. Fortunately you are completely immune to such weirdness and will now conduct you interview in a manner fit of a government agent.

"Excuse me."

You straiten your back as you knock out two quick raps on the slightly sponge surface of the cocoon.

"Excuse me. My name is Sara Shields and I am a local representative of the MCB. If at all possible I would like you to exit the structure and comply with a standard inquiry and screening session."

You wait a few seconds to make sure they have time to properly understand the meaning of your words. You're not here to hassle people, especially people from the old neighborhood, but you have a job to do and you're going to do it right! However seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn into tens on minutes and you're still standing there back strait waiting for a response.
You'd wish they'd answer soon, your legs are getting tired.

1/2

Half an hour later, just when you've decided that you'll only give them ten more seconds for the fourteenth time. You're cut off from your counting by the most sickening sound you've ever heard. With a sound that's like a combination of a wet towel being ripped apart by a vacuum cleaner and a drowning baby cockatrice the cocoon begins to split open and let's out a searing wave of heat that knocks you from your feet and into the nearby wall.

Your vision is swimming as you try and stay conscious in spite of what's definitely a pool of blood forming around the back of your head. You're teetering on the brink about to give out when you hear it. An warm satisfied voice that sounds more like a person who just stepped out of a shower than anyone who would be in a dark grunge filled basement.

"Oh, look Melissa! Isn't that Sandra's daughter? Hello Sara, how is your mother?"

Shit, you seriously didn't sign up of this.

"She's fine, Mrs. Madison."

Your last thought before you fall unconscious? You really hope they just let you bleed out.
>THREAD END

>>36927036
So, does mom have her body back?

>>36927036
Huh. So Mom and Melissa switched places?

>>36927072
I think we have split personalities or ettin syndrome now.

>>36927079
or that. InB4 mom is a class ohgodwhy supervillain.

>>36927090
Ettin syndrome? Google reveals nothing.

Also mom wouldn't just deprive her daughter of a body.. right?

>>36927090
We'll be the best henchdaughter EVER.

>>36927090
>mom is a class ohgodwhy supervillain
Does that make us the perky female minion?

>>36927119
Well I'm thinking we lack a physical body. So.. maybe?

>>36927036
So who exactly are we now?
Bug girl / insect mom / dad / something else?

Nice run Parasite. See you next thread.

>>36927118
Ettin have two separately functioning heads but one body.

>>36927119
Provided we have a body.....

>>36927123
More like her messed up(in more than one way most likely) daughter.

>>36927036
Thanks for running Parasite.

>>36927036
Thanks for running!

>>36927186
Ew. Really hoping it's not that. Unless we can split off at some point.

Mom taking total control with Melissa trapped in her head would be horribly sad. Mom apparently had her go at life.. annd.. is taking her daughters as well.

I'd be down for being henchgirl though. Waay cooler than hero. After all.. we get to work with mom!

>>36927072
Well she has A body now.

>>36927079
Somewhat but not exactly

>>36927090
Well she is the God if Insects after all

>>36927162
Later Burning, Good luck with FEQ

>>36927186
Thanks for playing.

>>36927196
No, problem it's because of you all that I can even run. Thank you.


I'm here for a little longer so if you guys have any questions or suggestions, I'm all ears.

>>36927235
God of insects just implies fuck awfully powerful, though from context clues you established our family wasn't full of hero's. On a scale from box ghost to the Joker how bad is mom? in fact if it isn't plot relevant how bad were our family members in general?

>>36927235
What type of god is mom?
Lesser deity or divinity rank 20 type?

>>36927235
>Well she has A body now.
Does Melissa? I'm just trying to pan out if they're in two different bodies. And if they're not.. do they have split personality type set up.. or is Melissa a flashing light?

>>36927300
(Un)fortunately Melissa is pretty much a standard example of how the Madison's operate, sand the Chem drinking and ADD of course.

They aren't evil and besides Maya they aren't all that absurdly powerful and the generally just do what the want. Be that bringing your wife back from the grave or raising a 20 foot poisonous toad in a trench under your house.

>>36927376
She's constrained to her field ef experties. She could probably make a space mantis that could swallow the Earth but she can't really do that sort of thing herself. Unless of course she wanted to become a giant space mantis

>>36927423
How many member of our family have powers then? I'm counting 4 so far are there more? Does mom's family have powers as well?

>>36927380
Honestly, I'd dump absolutly anything about this quest if I was asked. Except for this. It's what happens next thread and I don't want to ruin it.

>>36927528
It really what you call powers. Dad's normal except for the ability to do outrageous science.

Nana wasn't all that special either, she was just world class at fighting.

>>36927566
Ok strike that, How about unusual beyond the norm?

>>36927582
I'm all? Seven, they aren't some sort of syndicate after all.

>>36927630
If Melissa decided to try and take over the city with her buggy powers would mom encourage her.. stop her?

>>36927652
>If Melissa decided to try and take over the city with her buggy powers
Alone? Maya'd probably oppose it on the grounds that even though she's our MC Melissa's a scrub and would probably either die or end up in prison.

>>36927742
I don't think Melissa would ever have the drive to take over the bus station much less the city

>>36927742
Does that imply that Melissa is alone now? Will there be no more brain hugs from mom? Why?!