Content Warning: Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice contains content that some readers might find disturbing, triggering or uncomfortable. This includes sexually explicit activities, strong language, hateful language and slurs, extreme violence, violence against children, vore, extreme racism, genocide, and a wide spectrum of grotesque or otherwise disturbing content. Reader discretion is advised.
Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice
Atrocity 10: The Milky of Hope
Date: Sunday, August 14, 1988
Time: 5:02 UTC – 22:04 LT
Location: Irvine, California
The scourge of destruction wrought by the Whiterats was so severe it could be seen from space. Clouds of smoke, the light of flames, and the darkness of vibrant cities whose power went offline. Major population centers have devolved into war zones, and few places on the planet were home to more relentless warfare than southern California. Millions of awakened warriors used every power imaginable to combat the relentless horde of Whiterats, but for every one killed, another took its place.
The battlefield stretched across every populated speck of the state. From the most rural of communities to the cluttered cities, but there was one place, however small, that remained untouched by this demise.
Located in the city of Irvine, a growing community close enough to reap the benefits of being near Los Angeles, while functioning as a city in its own right. It was a haven for businesses, home to corporate headquarters, and by all metrics a very White place. This city was left in tatters, with buildings ravaged by the Whiterats as they sought anything suitable to hunt and gnawed anything in their path. Homes that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars had become mere rubble, skyscrapers were mere husks on the brink of collapse, and those unaffected by this curse fought into the night. A night with barely any moon to speak of, yet a single white star shined brightly through the sky.
Located deep within the boundless sprawl of housing at the heart of this city stood a house, immaculate in its construction, enormous in its scale, and featuring its very own pool. It was similar to many other houses near it, but this one remained untouched, as if it were in its own bubble. And for those within it, it may as well have been.
Across the well-furnished and expansive halls of this home, the sounds of children’s voices bounced and distorted against its walls, leading into a recreation room. One complete with cushy carpeted floors, numerous sleeping bags, a wide sofa, a 20 inch television, and a scattering of haphazardly placed games and toys across the floor.
Four pajama-wearing children sat squat on the carpeting, staring up at the TV. Two age seven, one age eight, and one age five. The ‘older’ children consisted of a young blonde boy with bright green eyes, a Black boy with a freshly buzzed head, and a Hispanic girl with disheveled hair. While the youngest was a brown-haired White girl with blue eyes.
The two White children were preoccupied with bowls of ice cream before them, only pacing themselves to avoid brain freezes. The Black boy and Hispanic girl were busy playing a video game on the Nintendo Entertainment System hooked up to the TV, in the middle of playing Contra. They were each controlling a human character armed with firearms that they shot nonstop as they ascended through a vertical waterfall stage.
Despite this seemingly simple objective — shoot all the enemies while doing somersault jumps to the next platform— it was easier said than done. The spawning enemies, flickering sprites, moving platforms, and burgeoning coordination skills made this a truly difficult task for the children. Every time one character managed to scroll the stage upwards, the other character made a misguided jump and perished upon hitting the bottom of the screen, only to respawn some seconds later. It was a… frustrating display.
Black Boy: “Aw come on Haruki, you didn’t wait for the rock!”
Haruki: “I thought it was gonna scroll farther!”
Black Boy: “You’ve already used up half our guys! We’re never gonna win at this rate!”
Haruki: “Hey, you’ve been losing them a lot too, Ryley!”
Ryley: “Most of ’em have been because of you. You can’t jump when I’m at the bottom.”
Haruki: “Well, you’re being too slow!”
Ryley: “There’s no timer in this game, and you keep skipping the power-ups.”
Haruki: “Just the ones that suck!”
Ryley: “The laser doesn’t suck, you just don’t know how to use it!”
White Boy: “Ha! Even with a cheat code and two players, you guys can’t do it!”
Haruki: “Shaddup, Elliot! I’d like you to do better.”
Elliot: “I got to the ice world on just three lives, so I can prob-lee win without a second player.”
Haruki: “FINE! Ryley, let Elliot play.”
Ryley: “What? No way, José! I’m doing fine, and I’m player one. You’re the one doing crap.”
Elliot: “Just rock, paper, scissors for it.”
Haruki: “No way, Ryley always cheats at that!”
Ryley: “Just ‘cos I always win, that doesn’t mean I’m cheating. You’re just predictable!”
As this banter continued, the 5-year-old White girl sitting next to the three finished lapping up the remains of her strawberry ice cream from her bowl. Well, aside from the drops and dribbles that she got on her face. Still hungry, she cast her eyes to Elliot’s vanilla ice cream, melting as the conversation went on, and began eating it herself, even using Elliot’s spoon. She was old enough to know that stealing was wrong… but figured it was okay in this instance. Unfortunately for her, she was not as stealthy as she thought she was, and Elliot quickly turned to look back at her.
Elliot: “H-Hey! Allie, that’s my ice cream. You already had enough tonight!”
Allie: “Nu-uh! You can never have too much ice cream!”
In a huff, Elliot swiped his bowl from Allie’s hands, yet she continued to suck on his spoon. Elliot glared at her, urging her to spit it out. Instead, he heard the sound of teeth clanging against metal.
Elliot: “Sis, no! You’re not supposed to bite metal, you’ll hurt your teeth!”
Allie: “But I wanna!”
Elliot grabbed the spoon from his sister’s mouth, trying to pry it open from her maw, yet she refused to budge, and as Elliot pulled harder… she sucked the spoon past her lips. A moment of fear struck Elliot as he assumed his sister somehow swallowed a spoon, only for him to hear the sound of metal crunching, scraping, and being destroyed. Allie’s jaw moved up and down as this sound percolated, and as Elliot stared at her, he caught a flash of her teeth. They were far… bigger than what she had a mere moment ago.
On the other side of the first floor of the house, a young girl, age 7, casually stepped out of a bathroom, stretching her arms and letting out a yawn. A White girl with big blonde poofy pigtails and blue eyes. She hummed to herself as she traipsed across the expansive home, walking into the luxurious kitchen when she paused, for she heard the sounds of screaming from echoing halls. A moment later, she saw Ryley and Haruki running as fast as they could, and before she could ask what was going on, Ryley grabbed her hand and dragged her away.
Ryley: “Run! They’re gonna kill us, Milky!”
Milky: “Huh? What’re you talking about?”
Haruki: “The monsters, they’re—”
Before they could leave the kitchen, Milky saw what her friends were running from. A monster on all fours had run into the kitchen and was staring at her with its dead white eyes. The creature was twice their size, had a pale pinkish skin covering its person, and a mouth of gnarled, horrific teeth. Milky did not think when she saw this. She just ran as fast as she could, following her friends as they dashed to the foyer and the front door in the vain hope of escaping.
Milky moved as quickly as she could, but she was not fast enough. The monster— the Whiterat— had caught up to her and sunk its claws into her back. She crumbled, turning around as the creature leapt onto her. It brought its claws to her chest, gnashed its teeth at whatever was in front of it, and after a few seconds, its face became painted red with blood. Her friends cried out to her, but they could do nothing to save Milky. For she was at death’s door.
An unparalleled fear struck Milky as she felt life rapidly escape from her body. Senses became overloaded as they faded away. A sense of wrongness assaulted her mind. She was too young for this; she was too innocent to die in such a cruel way. While she did not understand so much about the world, she understood what death was as it stared into her face. Though she did not want to accept it… she had little choice.
However, just as the final speck of strength left her body, everything… froze. The Whiterat ceased consuming her body. Blood stopped pouring from her body. And a flicker of life returned to her as she heard a comforting voice brush through her ears.
???: “Oh, you poor, poor child.”
Turning her head, Milky saw… a ghost. The ghost of a woman with a semi-transparent, ethereal body whose twintail hairstyle was a near-exact match for hers. She almost looked like a member of Milky’s family, or, perhaps, the woman she would grow into.
Milky: “Who… are you?”
Ghost Lady: “Eh… that’s a bit hard to explain, y’know. But I can assure you I’m here to save you! You see, Milky, you are a very special girl, and if you are willing to do what’s right— to pursue justice— you can save the world. You can become a hero, one of the greatest of all time! And you’ll get to save your friends from this awful White curse!”
Milky: “…Huh? What curse? Can… Can I really be a hero? Momma and Papa say that I’m too young to be a hero…”
Ghost Lady: “You are young, and normally I would never dream of recruiting a child like you for something like this. However… desperate times call for desperate measures. Your friends need you, Milky! The world needs you, and if you accept, the world can be saved from mass destruction. We will give you everything you need, and all you need to do is hold true to your principles. Will you accept this responsibility?”
Milky was at death’s door. Blood still painted her body, and she barely understood what this ghost lady was talking about. However, that didn’t stop her.
Milky: “Y-Yeah! I wanna save the world! I wanna be a hero!”
Ghost Lady: “Excellent. Please, take my power and allow it to flow through you. When combined with yours, the results will be exponential. I won’t be able to join you on this journey, but my friend will. Her name is Jessie. She’s a Black woman dressed in green and gold.”
Though confused, Milky nodded her head, agreeing to the offer the ghost lady was saying. The ghost smiled at this confirmation, and with this contract made, her form began to alter. It shifted from that of an astral outline into something more compact. A small sphere, no more than an inch wide, colored a milky cream. It looked like a candy and, even with her body covered in blood, she ate it, smiling as the sweetness danced across her tongue and carried itself down her throat. She felt reassured, rejuvenated, and as the candy hit her stomach, the world around her began to move again.
Milky was standing on her two feet. Her wounds were gone, and the Whiterat was standing before her, looking around in a confused rage, before being joined by another one, nearly identical in its form. The two then leapt at Milky, ready to repeat history by rending her body into viscera. Milky recognized this and, unsure of her own actions, raised her hand and shouted at the two.
Milky: “S-Stop! Go away, curse!”
As those words left her lips, the two Whiterats’ bodies crumpled to the ground. It was as if their legs stopped receiving any signal from their brain, causing them to fumble and flop across the foyer floor. The sound lured Ryley and Haruki away from the door. They approached the sight cautiously, looking at Milky as if they had just seen a ghost.
Haruki: “W-What just happened? D-Didn’t you die, Milky?”
Milky: “I guess not…”
Ryley: “No, I definitely saw you die! One of those monsters jumped on you. Blood was everywhere and— how did you even stop them?”
Milky: “I don’t know! I just thought that if I told them to stop, they’d stop, and they did!”
Haruki: “…Uh, are you sure about that?”
Haruki pointed at the Whiterats as she said that, at their gestating and shifting forms. Their mouths were not moving, their large tails were limp, but their backs were billowing upwards as if something was pushing against them from inside. The three held each other as they witnessed this sight, hoping for the best, not knowing enough to prepare for the worst, only to be met with an… unexpected outcome.
The two Whiterats’ backs burst open almost simultaneously, the skin shredding itself as small children merged from these monsters, their bodies coated in white blood. This obscured their identities, but as they muttered and coughed, it became clear who they were.
Ryley: “Elliot? Allie? Thank god you’re alive!”
Haruki: “What just happened? Why’d you guys turn into friggin’ monsters?”
Elliot: “I… I don’t know!“
Both Elliot and Allie cried as they crawled out of the husks of Whiterats, but their friends were quick to comfort them despite their slimy exteriors. After such a stressful event, they shamelessly indulged their emotions, crying up a storm without any fear of looking cool or mature. However, these emotions soon faded as they remembered what they had just witnessed. There were many questions to ask, and the first one to ask any of them was Ryley.
Ryley: “Milky, do you really not know how you did this? You cured them of this… curse?”
Milky: “Uh, curse?”
Elliot: “We… We were in the playroom and Allie’s teeth started changing. She… she was becoming a monster and… she bit me and I… I started becoming a monster too!”
Allie: “Y-Yeah, and you… you freed us of the curse! …Milky, are you a witch?”
Milky: “Uh… I don’t think so. But I was greeted by a ghost who looked like she could be my big sis and she gave me powers. But she didn’t give me a hat or a broom, so can I really be a witch?”
Haruki: “H-Hold on, you met a ghost? That doesn’t make any sense! Ghosts aren’t real! No matter how much Grams likes to trick me into thinking there are!”
Ryley: “C’mon Haruki. Monsters aren’t real either, but we just saw two.”
Haruki: “Monsters are real! I’ve seen them with my own eyes! I told you how I saw a sasquatch before, and I’ve even got photo-gray-frick evidence.”
Elliot: “We didn’t become sasquatches! We became…”
As Elliot gestured over the rat-beast husks they emerged from, he saw they were rapidly decaying, melting away into a white ooze not dissimilar to Whiterat blood.
Elliot: “…Whatever those things were. And I dunno why. We all had the same ice cream.”
Allie: “Should we tell Mommy and Daddy what happened?”
Elliot: “Uh… they’ll be mad at us for staying up past our bedtime, but—”
Milky: “Elly, when something bad happens, you always gotta tell your parents and they’ll make it better! It’s a law!”
Without any further explanation, Milky began prancing up the stairs to the bedrooms, with Elliot, Ryley, Haruki, and Allie all trailing behind her. They were still restless and shifty after what just happened, yet carried forth with a vision and a mission… before seeing a woman standing at the top of the stairs. A Black woman, young but ancient to these children, looking at a thin rectangular object in her hand as she leaned against the wall. Her voluminous black hair was in a ponytail and her athletic body was dressed in a green tank top, golden shorts, and black boots she wore even indoors. None of the children had ever seen this woman before, yet Milky immediately knew who she was.
Milky: “H-Hey, you’re Jessie, aren’t you?”
Jessie: “You’ve got it. And you must be little Milky Sunshine and her… friends.”
Jessie crouched down to look at these kids, ruffling Milky’s pigtails as she tried to act friendly, only for Elliot to give her the stink eye.
Elliot: “H-Hey! What’re you doing in my house?! How’d you even get in? Are you a burglar?”
Jessie: “Relax kid, I’m not here to steal anything. I’m here to help your little friend here. And if you must know, I teleported here while you were fighting those Whiterats.”
Allie: “White rats? But they were too big to be rats!”
Jessie: “…Normally I’d be happy to explain things to you kids, but we’re working with borrowed time and need to get things done pronto.”
Elliot: “W-What are… are my parents okay?”
Jessie: “…Fine, I’ll show you that after I show you something else. I trust you kids weren’t watching the news, so you have no idea what’s going on in the world, right?”
Haruki: “Nah, we were playing Nintendo.”
Jessie: “Then watch and behold.”
With a snap of her fingers, a small TV appeared on the ground before the children, resting in the middle of the hallway and plugged into a conveniently placed outlet. The sudden appearance of matter stunned them, and before they could recognize this fact, the TV began playing what looked to be news footage. The picture was fuzzy, the overhead camera work was amateurish, and there was no audio, but the sight was undeniable. It was Los Angeles, covered in flames, the streets overflowing with monsters like the ones Elliot and Allie turned into. As they pillaged and destroyed without care, they were attacked and slain by all manner of heroes. People who could shoot fire from their hands, flying angels who cast tempests of destruction, or cloaked fighters with laser swords jumping around and slicing up Whiterats like they were made of cardboard.
Ryley: “Th-That’s not a movie…”
Jessie: “You’ve got that right. Sights like these are common across the globe. In fact, if we go outside, I’m sure you can find these freaks running about your neighborhood and—”
Haruki: “—I think we’re good, Miss Jessie.”
Allie: “If… If that’s what’s outside, I’m gonna stay in my room forever!”
Milky: “Oh cheese… I gotta stop all that?”
Jessie: “Not all of it. But you will have a role. And don’t worry, sweetie. You can do this. Deep down, you’re stronger than you can even imagine.”
Milky: “R-Really?”
Jessie: “Yes. All you need to do is harness your power and… dispel this Whiterat curse. You already did this once, but I have two more targets you can practice on.”
Jessie then guided the children over to one of the second floor doors, opening it to reveal a primary bedroom, complete with a king-sized bed containing two Whiteats. Their bodies were tied up and bound to the bed and walls, unable to do anything more than shriek and squirm. Even when securely restrained, they still made for a terrifying sight to behold, but the true terror was in who these creatures once were.
Elliot: “M-Mom? Dad?”
Jessie: “Sadly, yes. They have become a victim of a curse that has affected over a billion people on this Earth. However, Milky has the power to uplift this curse, to free them from the bestial bodies they are bound within.”
Milky: “H-How though? I don’t know any spells or anything and I—”
Jessie: “Manifest your desires unto reality. Imagine something and force it until it becomes real. Imagine their bodies being freed from this curse and do whatever you need to bring this desire into the real world.”
Milky: “I… okay, I’ll try, I guess.”
Jessie’s words were vague, and to a child still learning the language, they seemed even more confusing. However, as Milky shut her eyes and thought, she was able to see what Jessie might have meant. In picturing these Whiterats, in picturing Elliot and Allie’s parents, she found something in her mind’s eye, a means of connecting these two disparate things and returning these two to their human forms. The answer was…
Milky: “Milky Milk!”
The twintailed girl then raised her hand, summoning two floating orbs of milk appeared, just enough to be a mouthful. The milk swiftly fired from her hands with extreme speed and landed on the Whiterats before her, missing their sealed mouths but landing on their bodies. They squirmed like a demon struck by holy water, channeling every ounce of strength into fighting their restraints, only for their bodies to grow limp, grow even saggier, and just as quickly melt away into a white ooze.
Beneath this ooze, the parents of Elliot and Allie could be seen. A brown-haired man and a blonde woman, both looking to be in their early thirties. Neither opened their eyes as their transformation was undone, but they also did not look worse for wear… beyond the viscous fluid covering their persons.
Allie: “Mommy! Daddy!”
Elliot: “Are… are they still alive?”
Jessie: “Don’t worry, they’re fine. They’re just sleeping after being freed. I guess children take to the transformation easier. It makes sense. A child’s mind is so easy to manipulate, and their bodies are already developing at a rapid rate.”
Milky: “S-So, did I do good?”
Jessie: “Yes, sweetie, you did great! But if you want to be a bigger help for me and my friends, you’re going to need to become bigger yourself. You’re going to need to become a grown-up.”
Milky: “Bwuh? A grown-up? You… you mean Milky will get to transform into an adult?”
Haruki: “Hey, that’s not fair! I wanna become a grown-up too!”
Ryley: “You’re too im-muh-tuur to be a grown-up, Haruki!”
Haruki: “Are not!”
Ryley: “Are too!”
Milky: “Oooh! If I just need to think something, then can I make us all adults? Then we can save the world together! Like the Super Friends!”
Jessie: “Milky, I hate to burst your bubble, but that’s not how it works. You are special and you need to leave your friends behind. That’s just how it needs to be.”
Milky: “…No!”
Jessie: “Young lady, this is not something to debate. I know I am asking a lot, but I promise to give you all sorts of goodies if you—”
Milky: “—If I’m special, then I just need to make them a part of me!”
Jessie: “…This is why I stopped babysitting. Milky, I am telling you that—”
Milky: “It’s time for me to grow up and become an adult, with the help of all my friends! Just like Princess Gigi!”
Jessie: “Gigi… Wait, did Quintin—”
Milky: “It’s time for my transformation!”
Before Jessie could question Milky’s actions, she was pushed out of the bedroom by an unseen force, slamming into the wall with enough power to leave a Jessie-shaped impression in it. She grimaced from the impact but promptly hopped out of the hole, storming toward the room ready to give Milky a piece of her mind, only to pause as she saw what she was doing.
Milky had begun the process to ‘make her friends part of her’. She raised her hand high, summoned what looked like a large candy cane with an attached ribbon, and twirled it around her person as she said a bizarre phrase.
Milky: “Ya-streamy-coo-genie-ya-wa-ah-riki-ba-tiki-brew-ha! Wheeee!”
The ribbon grew larger with every rotation, emitting a bright rainbow light that captivated her friends, before falling down and covering them, wrapping them in this light. Elliot, Allie, Ryley, Haruki, along with Elliot and Allie’s parents, all were consumed by this light. A light that blossomed into a dizzying display as it reached its apex, before fading away with a twinkle.
The room was undamaged and unaltered, but there was only one person present. A tall woman with giant poofy blonde twintails, large breasts, a tanned complexion, and a figure that seemed hand crafted around Western ideals of beauty. With all the right curves in the right places. Her curves were put on full display given her choice of dress, wearing what could generously be described as a ‘superhero outfit’. However, a more accurate descriptor would be a dancer’s outfit. A white leotard, cyan tights, magenta knee-high boots and elbow-length gloves, a yellow ribbon tied along her trim waist, and a yellow domino mask.
Mystery Woman: “Oooh-la-la! This really is just like Gigi! Wait… does that mean I’m a princess? …So that’s why my parents were against that nickname! I should’ve known.”
Jessie: “Are you still… Milky? Mentally and everything or—”
Milky: “Uh-huh! Milky is here and now in her adult form, ready to save the world from devils and devastation! Oooh! I could never say that word right, but now I can! How crazy is that?”
Jessie: “Perhaps absorbing adults helped you with that. It certainly didn’t for Quintin, but different powers, different contexts. …And I guess absorbing that Black boy and Hispanic girl must have changed your complexion.”
Milky: “Oh no. Haruki always says that she’s not Hispanic, she’s half-Japanese! That’s why her name’s Haruki Kurokawa!”
Jessie: “Riiiiight. Anyway, now that you’re finally ready for action, we need to get out of here. Like, five minutes ago!”
Milky: “Nope, not yet!”
Jessie: “Milky, we are running against the clock. I want to be nice to you, but we cannot accord—”
Milky: “I’ve gotta save my parents and siblings! What if they got this Whiterat curse too?”
Jessie: “…For the love of— you know what, fine, fine. I’m sure Quintin’s busy fu— futzing around in Japan and Vice is grilling Ratters. Where do you live?”
Milky: “Uh… I think I know. Let’s go find it! Super Princess Milky, away!”
With plentiful bravado and determination, Milky threw open the bedroom window and hopped down to the ground below, urging Jessie to follow her. With a sigh, she did just that, jumping out the window and landing next to Milky.
Milky: “Let’s see… I’ve never actually walked to Elliot’s house, so…”
Jessie: “You don’t actually know where you’re going, do you?”
Milky: “Eh? No, I know where to go. I just don’t know how to get there.”
Jessie: “Uh-huh…”
As Jessie realized how long this diversion could be, she heard the sound of rustling in the nearby bushes, and she didn’t need to see it to know what it was. Sighing, she pointed her hand toward this noise, and caused an uzi to appear between her fingers. She fired a burst of bullets at the bush a second later, causing a pool of white blood to splatter as the Whiterat planning an ambush was killed.
Milky: “W-Was that a real gun?”
Jessie: “Yeah. It’s a powerful and easy-to-use weapon, great at killing humans and monsters alike. And we’re going to need to kill a lot of these Whiterats if you want to find your family, so gun up or stay as close to me as possible.”
Milky paused at this idea… before adopting a wide smile as she realized the perfect weapon for the job.
Milky: “Milky powers activate! Form of… spread gun!”
Within her hands, Milky summoned a hulking cannon of a gun. A weapon the likes of which was impossible given the modern technology of this world. However, she had what could be described as space magic, so she was able to make it through the power of dreams and imagination.
Despite its bulk, she waved around the weapon as if it were made of foam, and as she pulled its trigger, its magical properties became obvious. With a single pull, the weapon unleashed a wave of 13 small red spheres, each approximately 10 centimeters in height, that spread further apart with every passing second. And as these spheres touched their target— a wall— they merely phased right through it.
Jessie: “…Wait, did you make a—”
Milky: “It’s from Contra! Now I can just spray and pray and blow up the bad rats without worrying about destroying anything! Just like in the game!”
Jessie looked at Milky with a befuddled expression. Both surprised by this 7-year-old’s ingenuity… and wishing that she would just do things the normal way. She sighed as she accepted this and began to speak to Milky, only to stop before she could get the first syllable out. She heard the sound of scurrying, of claws meeting with concrete, of teeth gnashing against hard surfaces. The Whiterats had been attracted by the noise and were near.
The very same wall that Milky had shot a magic bullet through collapsed as a Whiterat came rushing forward, metal fragments jutting from its head, and white blood dripping from its mouth. Behind it, there were dozens of other Whiterats, and Jessie had every reason to suspect that this entire neighborhood was like this.
Milky: “It’s your time… TO DIE!”
Milky fired her weapon at the Whiterats and it immediately became apparent how powerful her gun was. Every projectile burst in a fiery explosion as it made contact with the Whiterats, shattering their heads, limbs, or putting a foot-sized hole in their torso with just a single hit. Combined with a respectable rate of fire and seemingly limitless ammo, this was a weapon that could eliminate thousands of Whiterats in an hour. …But they didn’t have an hour to spare.
Jessie: “Holy… Milky, we need to run. These things will keep coming if we stay here, and we have an objective.”
Milky: “Aw, but it’s fun watching these monsters blow up like this.”
Milky then fired a few more bursts of gunfire, shredding through the horde and blowing a hole inside any living Whiterats. It was gorey and intense, but the lack of any red blood and the fact that these were revolting bestial creatures made the act seem far more PG-13 than R-rated.
Jessie: “I said we need to run, so run!”
With her orders clear, Jessie grabbed Milky by her waist, squatted down, and leapt onto the roof, slamming her boots on the tiles in a loud thud. Looking down, Jessie could see hundreds of Whiterats surrounding them. Clamoring on top of each other, rushing toward them like a vicious horde.
Jessie: “Let’s make like Bill Rizer and Lance Bean. Let’s run and gun!”
Milky: “…Like who?”
Jessie: “For the love of— The guys from Contra, those are their names!”
Milky: “Those names are silly—”
Jessie: “Quit talking and run or you’ll be eaten alive!”
Jessie then threw Milky through the air and at the rooftop of the nearest house, located 7 meters away. As she stood up, Jessie leapt to the same rooftop, running past Milky.
Jessie: “C’mon, don’t keep me waiting!”
Jessie took to the hordes of Whiterats beneath them, pulling out a second uzi and firing as she ran across the rooftop, killing dozens in just a few seconds.
Milky was in awe of this sight, of how much control Jessie had, of how cool she looked when wielding her weapons, and how gracefully moved, and how fearless she was in the face of danger. It filled her with determination!
Jessie: “Give me directions. Where is your house?”
Milky: “Uh… it’s awfully hard to tell with all these monsters—”
Jessie: “Milky, use your head! Think harder. Do you know the address?”
Milky: “Oh yeah! It’s 26 Winter Moon!”
Jessie: “26? What the hell kind of address system do you people use here— okay, I’ve got it. Let’s head south!”
Milky: “Gotcha… Never eat soggy waffles, so it would be—”
Jessie: “Just follow me and shoot, alright?”
With her patience running thin, Jessie carved her own path through these rooftops. She jumped from home to home, vaulted across streets, and unloaded a limitless amount of gunfire at Whiterats whenever she had a good shot. Bodies dropped like flies as she fired, but she never was reckless in her shots, always aiming for the body and nailing her target nearly every time. Possibly not killing them, but inflicting them with a wound that would minimize whatever threat they posed.
Meanwhile, Milky was just firing off her gun willy-nilly, not caring if she hit anything, because with a weapon like the spread gun, aiming was optional and property damage was impossible. She was so confident in her ability to wreak destruction that she even fired as she was somersaulting in the air, sending gunfire off into literally any direction. It was beyond reckless, but it made her so happy!
Whiterats gave chase despite the opposition, tried to crawl up buildings, to get ahead of these two, but none were smart enough to strategize. They were unable to think as anything more than fodder and died like it too. Hundreds of corpses gave to thousands as this trek continued, and not a single one of them ever got close to lay a claw on them. In part because they were just that fast… but mostly because these white bastards were so stupid.
After several minutes of this, Jessie and Milky reached their destination. A larger yet modest home, designed for a big family on a budget. Which still meant it cost oodles more than a similar home in a less ‘affluent’ area.
Jessie: “Here it is. 26 Winter Moon. Now go in and absorb your family so we can be—”
Rather than waiting for her chaperone to finish, Milky kicked open the door and started shouting.
Milky: “—Momma, Papa, Li’l Bro, Li’l Sis, I’m hoooome!”
Jessie: “…Someone needs to teach this girl to stop interrupting people. You go have your reunion and… absorb your parents. If you need me, I’ll be killing Whiterats.”
Milky dashed into her home, flicking on the lights and looking around… only to find that her home was in tatters. The living room couch was torn to shreds, the kitchen cabinets were ripped apart and half consumed, and the scent of sweat lingered over everything. Her joyous face immediately deflated into concern and before she could so much as turn a corner, she heard someone coming toward her. One of her family members, reduced to a creature that communicated through high-pitched chirps and squeals.
The first Whiterat did not even look at her before it pounced on her, but even as she was faced with this thing’s horrific maw, Milky wasn’t scared. She just smiled, held out her hand and summoned a small ball of milk that she shot off into the Whiterat’s mouth.
Immediately after the milk touched the Whiterat, the transformation began. Their body went limp, melted within seconds, and within the ooze, the body of a 30-something-year-old man could be seen.
Milky: “That’s Papa! Momma! You there? I have something to show you~!“
With one down, Milky went throughout her home until she found every member of her family, freed them of their vicious Whiterat form, and revealed their original self. All were aggressive, all rushed toward her like wild animals, and all were defeated by the power of Milky’s milk. Once completed, she carried her mother and younger siblings to the living room, putting them on the couch along with her father. Then, with them all before her, it was time to keep them all nice and safe.
Milky repeated the magic words she heard from a children’s show, spinning her ribbon just as she did before her initial transformation, and casting herself and her family in a rainbow of light. The light faded just as soon as it appeared, and while Milky was largely unchanged, her smile was bigger and brighter than before.
Milky: “Hooray~! Everybody’s been saved! I did it! I did it! Yay!”
Jessie kicked open the door as she heard this, shooting Milky a slight smile, if only to hide her frustration.
Jessie: “Cool, so are you finally ready to come with me?”
Milky: “Eyup! I’m feeling even more energized now that I’ve got all my special ones with me. I could take on the world, do anything, fight all the Whiterats, I could even—”
Before she could finish her spiel, Jessie wrapped her arm around Milky’s waist, stunning her. She looked at Jessie with a bemused look, only for Jessie… to start floating off the ground. At first, it was simple levitation, a nifty little trick. …Then Jessie started ascending. Her head crashed through the second floor, then the roof, and before Milky knew it, the two were shooting off into the sky at absurd speeds, faster than any commercial vehicle.
Milky: “NWYAAAAAAA!!!”
Milky screamed as she saw her house briskly slip away from her, shrinking into a mere speck within seconds. She kept screaming even as she felt the oxygen fade from her lungs, only quieting down after she flew through a cloud, filling her mouth with water. Frustrated, she spat it out and shouted at Jessie.
Milky: “W-What are you doing to me, lady?”
Jessie: “Making up for lost time. We’ve got places to be, and our destination’s nearly on the other side of the world. We’re meeting someone in Japan.”
Milky: “Huh? Japan? Where video games and Haruki’s cartoons come from? Not only do I get to be a big girl and fight monsters, but I get to go to The Japan? Miss Jessie, you’re really making this the best day ever!”
Overflowing with joy, Milky embraced Jessie, wrapping her arms around her savior and pressing their faces together. Jessie sighed at this display of affection, as children truly were swayed by the most simple yet random of things. However, she still cracked a smile. Happy that she could get her job done relatively quickly, and happier to bring a smile to Milky’s face.
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Table of Contents:
Atrocity 01: The Nujiboe Society for Caucasoid Prosperity
Atrocity 02: The White Awakening
Atrocity 03: The Black Awakening
Atrocity 04: The Apartheid Absolution
Atrocity 05: The Victims of the White Empire
Atrocity 06: The Fascistin’ Limmerickin’ Chicken
Atrocity 07: The Imperative Intermission
Atrocity 08: The White Devil
Atrocity 09: The Plan to Eradicate Weiss Vice
Atrocity 10: The Milky of Hope
Atrocity 11: The Power of Nippon Imagination
Atrocity 12: The Assault on Washington
Atrocity 13: The Evils of Richard Rooadoot Ratters
Atrocity 14: The Battle of Black X White
Atrocity 15: The World Where Evil Won
Atrocity 16: The New Future
Atrocity 17: The World of Boundless Color