Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night Of My Life
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Category:
+S through Z › Sonic
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,621
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Sonic The Hedgehog game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Decision
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Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night Of My Life
By Harley Quinn hyenaholic
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Me: Yes, like I said earlier, you guys successfully convinced me to write a Chapter Four!
Nic: Where the hell have you been, you lazy bitch?
Me: I don't know. Wait, I do! I've been, uh, preoccupied with the wonders of the internet.
Nic: Ah. You've been experiencing porn.
Me: Shut up, Nic! Hey, you readers out there. You wanted Nic to get pregnant, and since you were so goddamn desperate... Well, you got it. Nic is pregnant, thanks to you lot. So lets see what's going through her mind at this pivitol point in her life... It's three weeks since the rape has occoured; what is she thinking now?
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Chapter 4: Decision
I first became suspicious last week when I missed my period. It's happened before. I've never been particularly regular, so I hoped, I just hoped it was my body being normal. Then my breasts became painful to touch, I was getting awful cramps, and, well, everything just felt wrong.
I look at the little pregnancy test. Red for positive, blue for negative.
Red.
What's so fucking positive about that? Not only have I been raped, I've been raped by my brother! That's fucking incest! And now I'm fucking pregnant!
What am I going to do?!
Okay, calm down girl. Nack doesn't need to know, he's got enough problems. I had to bind up his wrists again last night after he slashed them again. He still feels desperately guilty - he's barely getting out of bed. I feel kind of angry at him; if anybody deserves to be lying in a bed miserable, it's me.
So now there's going to be a permanent reminder of what happened only a week ago, sitting inside me, waiting to come out. And when it comes out, it's going to be a rape child. No, worse. It's going to be a rape child of my brother. People are bound to ask questions. The baby's bound to ask questions, when it gets old enough. I haven't even seen it, and I already hate it.
I punch myself in the stomach. Damn, but that hurt. I hope it hurt the baby too.
No, not baby. Foetus. Thing.
My first thought is that I don't want it. I don't want this thing growing inside me, this reminder of what my brother did in a moment - several moments - quite a lot of moments of drunken stupidity. I don't want to give birth to a child who only exists because Nack caused me pain. I don't want a baby who will grow up and eventually, inevevitably know that it was nothing more than an unhappy accident.
What will it be like? Will it grow up like Nack? Or like me? Neither choice inspires much hope.
I throw the pregnancy detector thing in the bin, leave the bathroom and go into my bedroom, locking the door and sitting on the end of my bed.
What am I going to do?
Abortion. It's my best choice, it's practically my only choice, for the foetus too. I've heard that children resulting from incest can have horrible deformities. I mean, can't you just imagine me telling the baby when it grows up a bit?
"Mom, who's my dad?"
"Oh well, you know how you call Nack 'uncle'? You're wrong. You're the product of incestous rape. Don't it make you feel good inside?"
But how am I going to get an abortion? How am I ever going to get an abortion without Nack finding out, without anybody finding out? I couldn't stand the shame of telling anybody, even the doctor.
"You're pregnant? How?"
"Oh, my brother fucked me when he was drunk."
Nack will be arrested for rape, and I'll be labelled as the girl who lost her virginity to her brother. Well, actually, I didn't lose my virginity to him. But that doesn't make it any better or less painful.
What am I going to do?
I think of Father first. It's not hard to know what he'd do. He'd be beating both of us for having sex before we got married. He might even kill Nack for not treating women as delicate and fragile creatures. It's one of the few things me and Nack agree on - Father was insane. He taught us how to steal, and fight, and kill, but if he even saw Nack hanging out with a girl, or me with a boy, he'd take the strap to us.
Neither of us regretted watching him leave. He'd be dragging me to the abortion clinic right now if he hadn't.
I think of Mother next. It's not as painful to think of her. What would she do? Well for a start she'd be ashamed of me for even thinking about having an abortion. I also know what she would say. She'd say that it's a baby, a living creature, and I can't kill it. She'd say it can feel pain, and love, and that it's going through everything I'm going through. She'd also pound out the crap that even though me and Nack weren't planned, she didn't have us aborted.
Yeah, being an accident bites.
I have to say that I've never actually killed anyone before, though I'll admit I've tried. Then again, I've worked for the evil Dr Robotnik before, and he doesn't exactly have any problems killing people, or at least, ending their lives by turning them into Robians. I guess it's the same thing as killing someone, if you're going to have to be really moral about it.
But killing a helpless child... even with a doctor on the other end... somehow doesn't feel the same as killing someone who's in the way of completing a job. I mean, it's my baby. Mine and Nack's baby. Shouldn't I tell him first or something? Ask him what he thinks?
Then again, it's not as if I can really call it a baby. It's just a lump of cells at the moment, still struggling to really get a hold.
But Mother once said that life is life, from the very moment the sperm fertilises the egg.
Then again, Father said that the most important thing you can have from anybody is their respect, and if you can't get respect, fear is the next best thing.
Mother would say that I'd gain more respect from people by being able to bring up the baby right.
Father would say that I'd lose it as soon as they found out where the baby came from.
What am I going to do?
I cover my face and start to cry.
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End of Chapter 4: Decision.
Me: Yeah, I guess that means a Chapter Five is coming later? Definitely. Yes, I know the doctor wouldn't ask questions, and if he did, he wouldn't force answers, but this is the paranoid Weasel brain at work. Well what are you lot waiting for? You were so damn desperate for this Chapter, get reviewing it already!
Nic: You're definitely crazy.
Me: Shut up or I'll give you twins.
Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night Of My Life
By Harley Quinn hyenaholic
~~~
Me: Yes, like I said earlier, you guys successfully convinced me to write a Chapter Four!
Nic: Where the hell have you been, you lazy bitch?
Me: I don't know. Wait, I do! I've been, uh, preoccupied with the wonders of the internet.
Nic: Ah. You've been experiencing porn.
Me: Shut up, Nic! Hey, you readers out there. You wanted Nic to get pregnant, and since you were so goddamn desperate... Well, you got it. Nic is pregnant, thanks to you lot. So lets see what's going through her mind at this pivitol point in her life... It's three weeks since the rape has occoured; what is she thinking now?
~~~
Chapter 4: Decision
I first became suspicious last week when I missed my period. It's happened before. I've never been particularly regular, so I hoped, I just hoped it was my body being normal. Then my breasts became painful to touch, I was getting awful cramps, and, well, everything just felt wrong.
I look at the little pregnancy test. Red for positive, blue for negative.
Red.
What's so fucking positive about that? Not only have I been raped, I've been raped by my brother! That's fucking incest! And now I'm fucking pregnant!
What am I going to do?!
Okay, calm down girl. Nack doesn't need to know, he's got enough problems. I had to bind up his wrists again last night after he slashed them again. He still feels desperately guilty - he's barely getting out of bed. I feel kind of angry at him; if anybody deserves to be lying in a bed miserable, it's me.
So now there's going to be a permanent reminder of what happened only a week ago, sitting inside me, waiting to come out. And when it comes out, it's going to be a rape child. No, worse. It's going to be a rape child of my brother. People are bound to ask questions. The baby's bound to ask questions, when it gets old enough. I haven't even seen it, and I already hate it.
I punch myself in the stomach. Damn, but that hurt. I hope it hurt the baby too.
No, not baby. Foetus. Thing.
My first thought is that I don't want it. I don't want this thing growing inside me, this reminder of what my brother did in a moment - several moments - quite a lot of moments of drunken stupidity. I don't want to give birth to a child who only exists because Nack caused me pain. I don't want a baby who will grow up and eventually, inevevitably know that it was nothing more than an unhappy accident.
What will it be like? Will it grow up like Nack? Or like me? Neither choice inspires much hope.
I throw the pregnancy detector thing in the bin, leave the bathroom and go into my bedroom, locking the door and sitting on the end of my bed.
What am I going to do?
Abortion. It's my best choice, it's practically my only choice, for the foetus too. I've heard that children resulting from incest can have horrible deformities. I mean, can't you just imagine me telling the baby when it grows up a bit?
"Mom, who's my dad?"
"Oh well, you know how you call Nack 'uncle'? You're wrong. You're the product of incestous rape. Don't it make you feel good inside?"
But how am I going to get an abortion? How am I ever going to get an abortion without Nack finding out, without anybody finding out? I couldn't stand the shame of telling anybody, even the doctor.
"You're pregnant? How?"
"Oh, my brother fucked me when he was drunk."
Nack will be arrested for rape, and I'll be labelled as the girl who lost her virginity to her brother. Well, actually, I didn't lose my virginity to him. But that doesn't make it any better or less painful.
What am I going to do?
I think of Father first. It's not hard to know what he'd do. He'd be beating both of us for having sex before we got married. He might even kill Nack for not treating women as delicate and fragile creatures. It's one of the few things me and Nack agree on - Father was insane. He taught us how to steal, and fight, and kill, but if he even saw Nack hanging out with a girl, or me with a boy, he'd take the strap to us.
Neither of us regretted watching him leave. He'd be dragging me to the abortion clinic right now if he hadn't.
I think of Mother next. It's not as painful to think of her. What would she do? Well for a start she'd be ashamed of me for even thinking about having an abortion. I also know what she would say. She'd say that it's a baby, a living creature, and I can't kill it. She'd say it can feel pain, and love, and that it's going through everything I'm going through. She'd also pound out the crap that even though me and Nack weren't planned, she didn't have us aborted.
Yeah, being an accident bites.
I have to say that I've never actually killed anyone before, though I'll admit I've tried. Then again, I've worked for the evil Dr Robotnik before, and he doesn't exactly have any problems killing people, or at least, ending their lives by turning them into Robians. I guess it's the same thing as killing someone, if you're going to have to be really moral about it.
But killing a helpless child... even with a doctor on the other end... somehow doesn't feel the same as killing someone who's in the way of completing a job. I mean, it's my baby. Mine and Nack's baby. Shouldn't I tell him first or something? Ask him what he thinks?
Then again, it's not as if I can really call it a baby. It's just a lump of cells at the moment, still struggling to really get a hold.
But Mother once said that life is life, from the very moment the sperm fertilises the egg.
Then again, Father said that the most important thing you can have from anybody is their respect, and if you can't get respect, fear is the next best thing.
Mother would say that I'd gain more respect from people by being able to bring up the baby right.
Father would say that I'd lose it as soon as they found out where the baby came from.
What am I going to do?
I cover my face and start to cry.
~~~
End of Chapter 4: Decision.
Me: Yeah, I guess that means a Chapter Five is coming later? Definitely. Yes, I know the doctor wouldn't ask questions, and if he did, he wouldn't force answers, but this is the paranoid Weasel brain at work. Well what are you lot waiting for? You were so damn desperate for this Chapter, get reviewing it already!
Nic: You're definitely crazy.
Me: Shut up or I'll give you twins.