254 My SI Stash #54 - Just As Planned by x50413 (WormXMulticross)

-A NSFW CYOA story~ SI into Worm as a Waifu Collector? First waifu is literally one of the Endbringers, Ziz... Seems to be a multicross fic also!

Synopsis: ???

Rated: M

Words: 16K

Posted on: https://forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/just-as-planned-waifu-catalog-si-worm-start.11767/ (x50413)

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Chapter 1

Just As Planned

Or: My Angel Waifu Can't Be Like This?​

I 'awoke' staring at the blue sky. It was...oddly soothing, in a way. Maybe because it looked the same as I remembered? It gave my something to idly focus on as I sorted through my circumstances. The concrete of the roof I found myself on wasn't exactly comfortable...but moving was too much effort, so I remained where I was.

I'd wondered, idly, what it would be like to experience a data-dump. It had been such a common trope in stories for so long – what would it be like, I wondered, to download a skill through the Matrix? To copy a martial art with the Sharingan? To learn a magical system by cheating, ignoring all the effort that was meant to go into it?

It turned out, at least in my case, that it was...comfortable. A simple, itemized list of my 'purchases' and how to use them simply appeared at the forefront of my mind the moment I woke up. It left me feeling oddly like a video game character, staring at the 'menu' in my own head...but I was avoiding the subject at hand.

Because I had no memories of 'buying' any of these things. And the list, while very helpful, was missing some important information. It explained all of my own purchased abilities very well, including instinctual instructions for their usage and a convenient 'mental compass' of sorts that pointed me in the direction of the nearest portal to my new home dimension.

What distressed me most were two simple things. The setting I (or whoever had the purchasing power) had evidently chosen, labeled helpfully as 'Earth Bet (Parahumans, Worm).' Somewhat worrying – but not entirely unusual. It was a setting I was fond of, filled with interesting conflict and potential for entertaining divergence...but I didn't appear to have been provided with anything I needed to survive in this world, let alone thrive.

It seemed, instead, that I (for now, I would assume it was myself until proven otherwise) had spent almost my entire budget on...this.

[One (1) Tier 10 Waifu: 1000C

Yoink Surcharge: +1C

Total: 1001C]​

One thousand (and one, my mind insisted) credits out of my original budget of 1200. Over eighty percent of my budget spent on a single item. A single person, technically. Who on Earth Bet (or Aleph, or Gimel, or any other Earth) would persuade me to do that?

I pondered that for a while. I knew myself, I thought, and I must have had a reason...but it was hard to imagine what would lead me to –

the sound of something scuffing against concrete nearby roused me, and I blinked up at the sky. With a sigh, I lifted my head slightly, careful not to scuff my skull against the concrete, and looked behind me.

I blinked. Once, and again.

The false angel stared down at my face impassively, empty silver eyes betraying no emotion whatsoever. Her wings were...prettier than I'd expected. The way they'd been described as hiding parts of her body had always sounded silly to me, but seeing it in action was...oddly satisfying. The way they flexed in just the right way to 'hide' her body...

The second set of memories I'd been provided – the poor wretch from Madison – screamed that she'd returned to finish the job. I found myself taking a deep breath, my heart pounding, but something bothered me. Destiny Defense should make me immune to this kind of instant Bad End. So, why –

– slowly, one wing lowered, almost enough to expose the pubic mound. And, there, sitting obviously on too-pale skin in dark red ink, was a spiraling design of infinite complexity. The longer I looked at it, the more I tried to puzzle out the insane lines that made it up, the more I felt a sense of vertigo.

With a blink, I tore my eyes away and back up to her face in time to catch the tiniest and most insignificant hint of a smirk before she was expressionless again.

"Ah," I said to myself. "This is what I spent everything on."

I stared at the Simurgh, and she (it? no, definitely she) stared at me. I blinked – she didn't.

Slowly, I let my head rest against the roof again, staring up into the blue sky. "I see. Hmm. That makes things more interesting." I licked my lips nervously, then glanced up again. She was still there, unmoved, watching. With a nod, I pushed myself up and dusted off my jeans. "Well. In that case, it's time to plan."

She nodded, and reached out for me. I almost hesitated...but if the binding of the Stamp hadn't worked, and she intended me harm...what the hell was I going to do about it?

She wrapped her arms around me – her skin is softer than I expected – and then we were gone into that blue sky.

I sat comfortably in the Simurgh's lap, hovering high above the world below me. The view was...breathtaking, both figuratively and literally. I hadn't realized how nervous heights made me until this moment. Yet, the wind was merely a gentle breeze, it was nowhere near as cold as I'd expected, and...all of those things were most likely due to the incredibly powerful telekinetic whose arms were wrapped gently around my torso. Hmm.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, refusing to look down any longer and instead fishing a sleek black device from my pocket. Placed in the bottom middle of the phone was an app I'd never seen before, simply titled 'Catalog'...and of course the mysterious Company knew where I placed my most-used apps. That, or the past me that did my budgeting had done the setup phase as well.

Either way, as I navigated the list, I thought I was beginning to understand the kind of plan that past-me had intended. Indeed, the more I turned things over in my head the more reasonable it seemed...as reasonable as any plan that involved making the Third Endbringer into a waifu could be, at any rate. The arms around me squeezed gently, and I found myself wondering if she could read my mind, or if it was similar to the Path to Victory – did she know why she squeezed me, or only that it was the right time to?

Existential crises aside, I slipped my Company phone back into my pocket. The question would become a moot point soon regardless, if things went to plan. "Well. The first thing we need is relatively simple, I think." I tilted my head back, looking up into her expressionless face. "How would you feel about helping me subvert a member of the Slaughterhouse Nine?"

She watched me expressionlessly through my entire explanation of the plan.

I sighed to myself, stretching my stiff leg as I leaned up against the window. Abandoned buildings weren't always filled with comfortable seating – especially when I needed to watch out the window. I probably could have let her do the work for me, but...it didn't seem right, in a way. If I intended to go through with my plans, I should be willing to follow through on my own...and I shouldn't rely on the Simurgh to do everything. That way lies unimaginable sloth.

On the other hand, I am trusting her to keep me safe from the band of murderous, homeless villains currently attacking this town. Trusting her to do so both via precognition and physical intervention, if it becomes necessary. I simply don't have the tools to fight the Nine.

Not yet, at least.

So, to distract myself from my distressing mortality and the sheer ease with which my plans would fall apart without the support of the Simurgh, who still is simply watching me impassively as she hovers in the center of this abandoned living room, I've been reading PHO. It...really is just as shitty as all the fanfictions I've read made it out to be. Like a combination of 4chan and Reddit, but in a world with actual superheroes and supervillains to make memes of. I scrolled past – huh, lewd art of Ziz. That's...I glanced up at her, and she...did one of her eyebrows raise? No, I'm imagining it. Still...I think she's bigger in real life.

The tip of a wing nudged me and it takes me a moment to realize what that means. I fumbled slightly with my phone, managing to open the Camera as several figures rounded the corner. Ordinarily, watching a chunk of the Slaughterhouse Nine arrive on-scene would have been cause for a fair amount of terror...But I have a trump card. All I see before me...is an objective. I waited for just long enough for Mannequin to move out of the way...and then, with a single tap of a button, I have a relatively low-resolution, digitally-zoomed picture of a young blonde.

Hello, Bonesaw...hmm. She's older than I expected. I can't quite place how old, but...she's not the psycho little sister image that I'd had in my head. Nothing else has been strange, none of the dates on PHO seemed out of line...has she been turned into a teenager purely for potential entertainment? She's still short – shorter than I was even before I received my upgraded body – and she isn't exactly shapely...but she isn't a child, by any means. If nothing else, it makes taking a stalker candid picture of her feel a bit less creepy.

My musings were interrupted as a hero crashed through the building opposite my window. A moment later, and a black-and-white striped naked woman stepped through the wall. Literally stepped through the wall, leaving a cartoonishly human-shaped hole in the bricks behind her. She was naked.

She was also one of the least attractive things I'd ever seen. I wasn't certain if it was the headache-inducing effect of her stripes as she moved, or just the bizarre skin color itself, but –

– the tip of a wing nudged me again. Hmm. Well, if she's here. I snapped a picture of the Siberian just before she dashed out of sight. It wasn't a particularly good picture. But...it would serve for my purposes. I stepped away from the window, trusting in the Simurgh's prescience to ensure we're safe here. Well, I'm safe here. I'm relatively certain she's not in danger, period. Sting – no, Flechette, after all, should still be in New York right about now.

As I leaned back against her and felt her arms wrap comfortably around my torso again, I pulled up the gallery of my phone. Sure enough, there was a button on the picture of Bonesaw that I didn't instantly recognize. I tapped it and blinked at the three-dimensional wiremesh that appeared on screen. It even included the ringlet shape of her hair, which was...not a simple thing to model on the fly.

As expected of the Company, I suppose.

I selected a spot, just over her sternum, and allowed the digital Stamp to be placed. A timer appeared immediately.

[Time to complete Binding: 71:59:59]

I smiled, and swiped over to the Siberian's page.

Today...had been a surprisingly good day.

Stage one: Complete. Now then...to wait until the dominoes fall.

Contrary to my hopes, I wasn't paid upon applying the Stamp. Rather, I assumed, I would be given the option to either sell the capture to the Company or keep them once the Binding completed its work, and be paid appropriately at that point.

What this meant in practical terms is that I had three days to lay low before I could begin my real adventure in Earth Bet. Fortunately it seemed past-me had thought ahead and already purchased access to a pocket dimension. What confused me was that the mental compass leading to the nearest portal...pointed almost straight up.

Yet, the Simurgh carried us unerringly in the direction of that mental arrow. And, sure enough, hovering in the middle of nowhere in low orbit over the United States...sat a disc-shaped hole in space, through which a number of trees were visible. As we approached, I noticed that whenever the angle we viewed the portal at changed, what we were seeing shifted as well – like the portal was always pointed towards us with zero margin for error.

Once again, the Company's technology was terrifying...but as I was benefiting greatly from it, I chose not to complain.

I'd missed the point, though. It was...weirdly arbitrary. I pored over my mental checklist, determined to solve this mystery (and not think about how far the ground was from me).

...Ah. Portals were 'procedurally generated' in areas of high importance or convenience to either me...or any Bound waifu. I suppose this would be the Simurgh's portal, then.

Her torso shifted against my back, up and down in three rhythmic cycles. It took me a moment to place the movement, since there was no sound associated with it – did Ziz just laugh at me?

...Well. That's the most reaction I've gotten from her thus far. I suppose I'll take it.

When we passed through the portal, I was...suitably impressed. The sea around the island stretched infinitely into the horizon – I wondered if the area provided in the pocket dimension would loop in on itself if we flew past the border of the world, or if it had invisible walls, or...

...while I was distracted, she delivered us to the doorstep of the house. Modern, built largely from glass – no, more likely a glass-lookalike. Actual glass would be awfully pedestrian for the Company. Regardless, I let us in and began to explore, with my terrifyingly overpowered wife hovering along behind me.

The house was...nice enough. The layout made sense to me, the bedroom allotted to me had sinfully soft sheets in it...and no windows. Praise be the Company and their understanding of the evils of sunlight in the morning.

Now, as we entered what seemed to be a study, I turned to face the Simurgh as I collapsed into a chair.

...There was a tiny twitch of her face as I sat down. I couldn't quite identify what it was...hmm.

She hovered there, feet barely brushing the floor, staring down at me.

I cleared my throat. "You...don't really talk, do you?"

She stared. Slowly, she moved her head to the left, then the right, then continued to stare.

I frowned. "And I'm no Tattletale. I can't just read your microexpressions..." She hovered up and back slightly and my brow furrowed. "Wait." She paused.

I stared at her. She stared back. "You...correct me if I'm wrong, please. But were you about to go get Tattletale and bring her here?"

Slowly, painstakingly, she nodded once. I sighed, dropping my face into my palm. "All right. So, for the next three days – until I've earned enough to buy something to let us communicate more effectively – we're going to be laying low. Here. Inside this dimension." She watched me as I spoke, and it was equal parts flattering and terrifying watching an Endbringer pay me rapt attention. "Until we go to collect Bonesaw, nobody else will be brought here. Unwillingly or otherwise. All right?"

She nodded...but there was a tiny frown on her face, and I...felt a bit bad, actually. "...Three days. After that, we'll have a more in depth conversation about these things. And my plans. And we'll make our plans together. All right?" Her face had smoothed out as I spoke, and this time when she nodded I didn't have that feeling.

I smiled at her. "So. For now, given what I just said...is there anything –" you want, I didn't finish. Because before I'd even finished the question, she'd held her arms out towards me in a smooth motion, wings spreading out and then curling in as if grasping for me.

...The Simurgh, viewed in a certain light, was making grabby hands wings at me. The gap moe was too much, and I felt an almost physical pain in my chest at the cute dichotomy between her expression and her actions.

So, naturally, I nodded and went to stand...and she telekinetically tugged me into her arms, tucking my head comfortably to her bosom and carrying me to the bedroom. I felt a spike of anxiety, wondering if I'd misread her desires – attractive the Simurgh may be, but I wasn't sure I was ready for that particular step yet.

My anxiety grew as a hand slipped under my shirt, pulling it up only for her power to finish the job of tugging it over my head.

I took a deep breath, frantically grasping for a reason to turn her down...but she simply laid us on the bed, my shoes untying themselves and gently falling to the floor as she wrapped her wings around me like a cocoon and pressed me tightly against her.

I found myself...blinking, enshrouded in darkness, with the swell of her breasts pressing against my shoulders and her chin resting atop my head. Every exposed part of my body was in contact with her.

The Simurgh, it seemed, was a cuddler.

Sure. Why not.

...She's actually really comfy.