Chương 39: UPDATE: Chapter 39

Hello everyone! Haven't got time to write much of this story, in all honesty. I'm currently getting discombobulated at work as well as preparing my upcoming move to another house so... yeah. Writing has been very not working the past weeks. Furthermore, this story has gotten a lot of negative feedback/review/hate in the past days, which sucks and all, and I know a lot of you guys really enjoy it, but yeah, negativity sucks ass and makes me want to punch a wall because fuck that wall.

It was just a fun project to chill with while I write my others more serious-ish fics, but it's taken a "debate" ish turn of AI this, AI that. So. I'm not dropping the story, but I want it to remain a fun little project I write when I'm bored. Meaning I just want people who really enjoy it to keep reading it n stuff. I don't want more exposure. So. I won't be posting it on RR anymore. I will be posting it on my Patreon moving forward (for free, I'm not a rat lol), at a rhythmn of...

probably one or two chapters a week. But yeah. That's it. Go there. I published the next chapter. | The Outborn Accord sur Patreon This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. I think this needs 500 words so here's the start of 39: Something soft and squishy was in her hand. A pillow. Yeah. A pillow.

Alice squeezed harder, half asleep, the squeeze she wanted, the squeeze she needed, the squeeze of a "this world scares me and this pillow will be the thing that protects me from the other scary things". The pillow was warm. That was nice. Warm pillow. The pillow moved. The pillow made a small annoyed sound. The pillow (???) was Maddy's boob. Alice's eyes came open.

She was wrapped around Maddy, one leg thrown over both of Maddy's, her face mashed into Maddy's shoulder, and her right hand was firmly, confidently, fully cupping Maddy's left tit.

"Shoot," she said, peeling herself off and rolling back to her side of the bed.

"Sorry. Uh. Yeah. Sorry." Maddy's eyes opened wrong, both at slightly different speeds. She sat up.

"…what. What's going on..."

"Nothing. It's…fine. Go back to sleep."

"Okay…" Maddy said, and almost did, then didn't, and squinted at the room instead. They both sat there for a second in the grey morning light, two girls who had very much not died yesterday. Alice still had her Lululemons on. And her grey shirt. She'd slept in the whole outfit, too wrecked to change, and now the outfit had strong, smellable opinions. It smelled like the dungeon. Burnt stuff, that bad-sweet rot from the cocoon room, and under it just stale sweat.

She'd run for her life in this outfit and then slept in it. It smelled like one of those guys on Sainte-Catherine at three in the morning. The ones who yelled at the bus. Even when they were, in fact, no bus around.