Hngh! Splat!
A small snot bubble from a sleeping Susane burst, waking her. Morning sunlight streamed through the cracks in her hut's window, breaking the darkness.
Susane's loud snoring still echoed in the room, accompanied by a trail of drool from the corner of her mouth.
"Ugh, so it's morning already," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. Her gaze fell on the wall, where she noticed a strange drawing.
"What is this? Why is there a weird drawing again?" she muttered. "Ah, it's happening again. Whatever, maybe Yougrine drew it, hahaha!"
She got up from her mattress and hurried outside. She found a bucket of clean rainwater to wash her face. While brushing her teeth with a piece of wood root, her mind wandered.
'I want to go for a walk. It's been a long time since I left this dilapidated hut.'
After washing her face, she went back inside the hut, looking for clothes she had stolen from a clothes store in the city. She pulled out a black gothic suit adorned with beads.
"This is my coolest outfit!" Susane exclaimed excitedly.
"Yougrine, I have clothes for you too. Wait a minute!" She put a piece of black cloth on Yougrine.
She put on the suit and looked at herself in the cracked mirror on the wall. "Wow, so cool! We look so cool, Yougrine!" Her eyes twinkled as she lifted her doll.
Yougrine remained silent and still, as if agreeing. Susane continued, "Ah, you want to, right? Okay! Let's get into action, Yougrine!" She put on a pair of red glasses and posed in front of the broken mirror, full of confidence.
She wore a cowboy hat, carried Yougrine tied to her back like a backpack, and walked outside, ready to explore the city.
...
After walking for a while on the side of the road, a car drove by. Inside, someone saw Susane. "There's something strange about this kid," he muttered. "She's walking and talking to herself. Is she crazy? That black gothic suit looks too big for her skinny body, haha."
The man slowed down his car. From a distance, he felt a strange aura. "What is this? Why do I feel something is not right?" He glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing Susane walking with great enthusiasm and uttering vulgar words.
'Ah, so that's her. Okay, see you again,' the man thought with a smile, then pressed the gas pedal quickly.
...
Susane, who was walking, kept talking. "Yougrine, do you like women? Ahh, maybe you do too, hehe. Why are you so shy, haha. Let's go to the city and look at pretty girls," she said, raising her hand and walking cheerfully.
After walking for a while, she entered the city. Many cars roamed around with no traffic lights. "Wow, this city is still crowded. It's lunchtime, right?" She walked toward a bakery.
Jingle!
"Good afternoon, Baker Man! Do you still remember me?" Susane asked, striking a strange pose with a wide grin.
"Wow, Susane! Welcome back! I haven't seen you in a long time. Where have you been?" greeted a large, muscular man with a long Italian mustache and a pink apron with a rabbit on it.
"Susane, you look different today, tell me about it! Oh, by the way, I have a new bread on the menu. Do you want to try it?" He handed her a very thick menu book.
Seeing this, Susane was shocked. "Baker Man, I just want to eat, but why is the menu book getting thicker?" she asked, pointing at the book.
The Baker smiled and leaned in, whispering in Susane's ear. "Hey, you haven't been here in a long time, so you don't know what's happened," he said. "I have a girlfriend now. When are you going to catch up?"
Hearing that, Susane was startled and shouted, "Damn it! You even have a girlfriend?! You're lying, right?!" She grumbled, then sat down in a chair. "Fine, just prepare your new menu. I'm not in the mood today!"
"Susane, are you carrying that doll again? Ah, I haven't seen Yougrine in a long time," the Baker said while baking the new menu bread.
"Yes, yes, yes. Yougrine is like my sister. So wherever I go, she will come, as usual," Susane replied, closing her eyes and crossing her arms.
"Is... that menu also from your girlfriend?" Susane asked with a pout.
"Yes, it's from my girlfriend! Want to see?" The Baker walked over, handing her his smartphone.
Susane opened one eye and looked at the contents of the phone. "Damn it! It's just a cartoon?! Are you crazy? Your fetish hasn't changed!"
The Baker scratched his head and said, "Hey, hey, my girlfriend is very possessive, so don't insult her! Wait a minute!"
Ting!
The microwave beeped, indicating the bread was ready. The Baker took out a chocolate bread whose fragrant smell filled the room.
"Ahhh, it smells so good! Hurry up, Man, bring it here!" Susane's mouth watered, her eyes wide open.
After eating it, she felt a terrible stomachache. Susane rushed to the toilet and got diarrhea.
"Cruatt! Damn it, Man! What did you put in that bread, you bastard!" Susane thought, clutching a tissue tightly. She taped Yougrine to the toilet door, as if asking her doll to stand guard.
Jingle!
The door opened, and a thug entered with three of his friends. They walked in arrogantly, ready to collect taxes from the Baker.
"Hey, old Otaku! Hand over the money, this is tradition, where is it?" a thug yelled while brandishing a dagger. Two of his friends stood behind him, each with a pistol in their pocket.
The Baker just raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowed. "Huh? Otaku, you say, you bastard?! Don't talk like that in front of my waifu! I already paid three days ago. Wasn't that enough?" he said in a mocking tone, angry that his cartoon girlfriend had been insulted.
"Hey, hey, don't yell like that! Aren't you afraid I'll shoot you?" one of his friends said.
"Afraid? Why should I be afraid? I only gave you money out of pity; you all look like beggars."
A vein throbbed on the thug's head. Without thinking, he pulled out his pistol and shot at the Baker.
BANG!
With lightning speed, the Baker parried the bullet with a katana hidden behind his cute apron.
Clang!
The Baker began to get angry. "Hey, you beggar bastards! If you want to die, go die somewhere else! But don't cause a ruckus in my store!" he shouted, brandishing the pink katana.
The three thugs who saw the movement felt their legs tremble. The innocent man they knew three days ago now looked like an angry samurai.
"S-sorry!" The thug brandishing the dagger immediately ran out, while one of his friends peed his pants.
They fled, realizing that the Baker's sword movement was truly abnormal, able to parry a bullet from close range.
Susane, whose diarrhea was finally over, walked out of the toilet. "Ahh, Man, what's going on? It's so noisy, I can't focus," she said, carrying Yougrine and adjusting her pants.
"Susane, it's nothing, just some beggars came. I chased them away," he said, putting the katana back behind his apron.
Susane, who saw this, said, "Man, don't get too angry, you'll get high blood pressure. Oh, yeah, I almost forgot... I don't have any money. And, what did you put in that bread, Man?" She came closer, grumbling like a child.
"No, I didn't put anything in it, as usual," the Baker replied, speaking as if he were innocent. Cold sweat dripped down his temples. "Just a little muscle supplement powder."
"Ah, whatever," Susane said, suddenly relaxed. "But it's okay, right? I don't have any money, so I'm leaving now. Bye-bye!" She left the store with her strange pose.
The Baker could only smile, his heart both relieved and worried. He sighed as he watched Susane leave through the door.
'You look fine, I'm so happy, Susane. But... you're still carrying that doll. Don't let it happen again. Take care of yourself.'
...
"Ah, I'm sleepy. Where to next?" Susane muttered as she walked. "This city of OriginSix is so big... Hmm, let's go to the park! Who knows, maybe some pretty girls will pass by. What do you say, Yougrine? Do you agree?" She looked at her doll, which seemed to agree.
She walked to a park not far from the bakery and sat down to enjoy the fresh air.
Inhale!
"This air... is full of the smell of women, but why do they have to be old women? Grrr!" She clenched her hands in annoyance.
"Hah... whatever," she sighed. She let go of Yougrine and lay down with her under the afternoon sun.
"Yougrine, are we going to keep living like this? Sometimes, I feel like I have amnesia. My memory is blurry, like a fog. I don't remember my parents, my past... I only remember our hut in the middle of the forest. And, even there... there are always strange pictures on the wall. Maybe you made them, Yougrine?"
Not long after, she fell asleep. Someone passed by and saw her. 'Why is she here?' the person muttered with narrowed eyes. "Susane..." The person approached and gently patted Susane's forehead.
...
Susane woke up in shock. Her eyes flew open. "W-who are you?! Don't touch me! I don't have any money!" she yelled, clutching Yougrine tightly, as if the doll could protect her.
"What, you think I'm a thief?!" the woman replied angrily. "Hey, Susane! Do you still not remember? I'm your old school friend, tch!" The woman continued, "I'm Clara! Did you really forget, huh?!"
Instead of focusing on what Clara was saying, Susane's eyes dropped to the woman's chest. 'It's not important, I don't remember her anyway,' she thought with a lewd grin. 'Hehe, this girl is pretty big.'
Clara, who saw the lewd smile, was furious. Without thinking twice, she swung her palm. Smack! The sound of a loud slap echoed. Susane went limp and passed out.
Clara was panting, sweat beading on her forehead. She struggled to drag Susane's heavy body into her car. "Hah... hah... you're so heavy!"
Thud! Susane just fell to the ground in front of Clara's house after she managed to get her out of the car. She was still clutching Yougrine tightly. Clara tried to wake her up, but Susane remained unconscious.