The Gamer Chapter 1055 – Christmas Back 5 – Complicated Little Psycho (Patreon)

Thana had been behaving oddly all evening. The problem with that statement was that she had been behaving oddly ever since she awakened inside the Death Zone. Transitioning from being an indirect threat, to a semi-obedient, bi-polar, obnoxious guest in their house, to a dead-eyed body on the Couch shovelling chocolate cookies into her mouth had been sudden each step along the way. The reasons for this latest step could have been numerous, from returning to her depression to a simple happenstance.

“You’re holding back the foul-mouthed one, aren’t you?” Nathalia asked.

Thana raised her head suddenly and stared wide-eyed at the dragoness. Then the goddess of genocide’s gaze wandered over the rest of the room. Nobody was surprised. “How the fuck did you…?”

“We didn’t know, but we aren’t idiots,” John told her. “We can guess something is up.”

“Why didn’t you…” Thana started but shut her mouth, a shudder going through her. With clenched teeth and fingers clawing into the edge of the couch, she sat there, struggling against the other woman inside that wanted to come back to the surface.

“Say anything?” John guessed what she had wanted to ask. Thana nodded slowly, unable to do more. “Because I’ve meant it every time I said I don’t want you to suffer needlessly, Thana. None of us do.”

“I may do,” Nathalia disagreed and rubbed her jaw. “A little bit. Not in this fashion, however.”

John snickered and shook his head at the interruption. “The point is that we, of course, want Eliza back. We know that she’ll come back out eventually. There’s no reason to tell you to leave, because we’d all prefer it if you and Eliza were both here. If you two could finally work things out.”

“I don’t want to work things out,” Thana whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Working things out means I won’t be here anymore. I won’t be anywhere anymore. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to stop eating delicious things. I don’t want to be trapped inside my own soul. I…” She swallowed, still trembling, her right hand mercilessly beating her own leg.

“I get ya.” Rave told her. “I didn’t want to meld with Cappy either and… yeah, I got to avoid it. It’s unfair that you probably won’t, right? It’s scary that you will probably… stop existing as yourself. It’s just as scary for Eliza. Ya have to know that. The border between you two has already broken down though.”

“Why… why do you get to struggle successfully… and I don’t?” Thana demanded to know.

“Because the world is a cruel place,” John told her, while Rave and Salamander, the two girls closest to the goddess of genocide, put their arms around her. “Sometimes the best you get to do is make the least bad decision. You should know that better than anyone, right? How many souls inside you are there because they couldn’t influence the cruel choices of others?”

He got no answer to that, only Thana raising her head and blinking at the ceiling. Purple eyes wet but with no tears ever falling, the woman, too small to ever make anyone guess the vastness of power and malevolence inside, stopped shuddering. She sat still for several seconds. One of the two remaining lines in her left eye turned into a dot, then every remaining line turned into a dot and every present dot into a line.


“That was… really fucking weird,” Eliza said and dried her eyes of near-tears that were almost hers. “Urgh…” she put a hand on her forehead. “Was I… gone for the last… three weeks?”

“Yes,” her own mouth answered her.

“Oh, fuck this is freaky… feels like I never fucking left at all… like I kicked that cuntwaffle Izha in the shin personally.”

“I tore his many mouths open, I never kicked his shins.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up… you retarded me?” Eliza sounded as confused as John would expect someone to be going through the penultimate step of personality-melding. There couldn’t be much left now that delineated their individual memories, impulses and thoughts.

“Uhm, should we give ya… one and a half girls a minute or can I cuddle ya silly already?” Rave asked the pretty little psycho between her arms.

Eliza (or maybe Thana) repeatedly opened her mouth and closed it again. Her eyebrows went all over the place while she shifted from one expression to the other. Nothing could be settled on, agreement and annoyance following directly after each other. Hazarding a guess, John thought, ‘The remaining differences in their consciousnesses are probably grinding against each other.’

In the end, Rave got her answer not through any verbal confirmation one way or the other, but because the very act of finding an answer took over a minute. Predictably, the whole process ended with Eliza shouting, at the top of her lungs, “FUCK OFF ALREADY!”

“GO GURGLE SOME CUM, YOU SOW!” she shouted back at herself.

“WE WOULD LOVE THAT, WOULDN’T WE?!”

“CALM DOWN!” John yelled, just to overpower the volume. “Eliza, come here.”

“Yes, John,” she said, swinging her mood so suddenly towards a sickly-sweet tone that the contrast would have raised alarm bells in the mind of any stranger watching the situation. As someone deeply familiar with her various manifestations of madness, John didn't mind at all. “How do you want… meeeeeee?” She clearly seemed confused about what word to use to describe herself.

John took her by the hands and pulled her down into a kiss. Extremely potent, the taste of chocolate cookies touched his lips. He enjoyed it less than the sensation of her purplish-pink lips on his. Today was developing into one of the most relieving days of his life. Variously through the kiss, the response to his prodding tongue switched between inexperienced and fervently submissive openness. The rigid body of a mental virgin compared to the eagerness to place herself at a deliberately lower angle and present her body to be groped.

“Good girl,” the Gamer said when he pulled back and watched both of those sides bloom like a sunflower. A wide smile, a visible blush, an adorably lowered, mildly angled head, and eyes that looked up. Within the fractured purple, dots and lines rotated, their state switching back and forth, sometimes reverting within the transformation. “Come with me, you need a bath,” he told her.

“Yes,” Eliza agreed. Thana had not taken a lot of care of her hygiene and not bathed unless prompted. Because the harem had checked up on her daily, she wasn’t whatsoever stinky. Still, John wanted to take a moment alone with her. As much as he loved each individual in his harem, things easily got convoluted when seventeen and a half people were involved. They understood that and stayed behind.

‘Bit of a trend today,’ John thought, happy about it. Them giving each other the time they needed with him and seeking out to also solve their problems with each other independently were fundamental to this impossible polyamorous success they had found. ‘They’re all such treasures.’

Humming a little tune, John grabbed two of the bathroom stools out of the corner of the room. The waterproof seats were seldom used, but right now they appeared helpful. He placed them both under the same shower and gestured for Eliza to sit down in the one closer to the wall. Gently, the water fell on the two of them, and John rubbed down his pretty little psycho.

He started indecently, rubbing her thighs. Those borderline disproportionally thick, sensuous thighs, primed to rest his head between and be squeezed out of thoughts. Wet beyond the water he scrubbed her smooth skin with, her cunt glistened and she moaned when he merely brushed over it. Around her wide hips, perfect for the purpose she tried so eagerly to convince him of, and up the sides of her hourglass figure, he felt up the short woman. Decently sized and firmly shaped, her breasts were cupped in his palms. He grabbed her roughly, much rougher than he would have even most of his haremettes out of the blue. The extremely masochistic submissive only gasped as he twisted her purplish nipples.

Before it got any more sexual, he reigned himself in. They had to sort this identity issue out before they could get frisky.

“Eliza?” he asked.

“Yessssssss?” she hissed wantonly, while leaning into the way he scratched her scalp.

“You’re really calm for the last memory you should be having,” he analysed.

“I… oh fuck, shit, that cunt-waffle Izha! Oh, no, no, no, no, John, I was almost about to…” Eliza trembled, everything likely coming back to her from her original perspective. “Fuck, that was so… I’m so fucking stupid. I… I also don’t… care?” The trembling suddenly stopped. “Eliza rammed a cock up her own arse, but I also solved it.”

“Who am I speaking to?” John wanted to know.

“…Me?” His dear broken angel pulled her legs to her chest.

“Eliza, are you calm right now?”

“Fuck no! I just spent several hours clawing my way out of this bitch!”

“Thana, are you still there?”

“Yes.”

“Is there a third one where you two overlap?” John asked, coming to an understanding of what was happening.

“I… guess?” the pretty little psycho answered. “Yes, actually. Absolutely fucking that… oh fuck, this is weird. John, I’m even more of a useless, shitting mess than before!”

“Are you though?” John turned off the shower and grabbed the soap. “This third in your head, it isn’t a new personality, is it? It’s the amalgamation of the parts of you two, Eliza and Thana, that have already fully melded. Could that be what’s confusing you? That there are things you two agree about but you aren’t sure which one thought it first?”

The human goddess went quiet, while John slathered her in bubbles and foam. Carefully and with all the love he had for her body and person, he caressed her and made sure she was as clean as conceivably possible. It was important that she took her time with this: to make certain he was right in his assessment and how she should think of herself from this point forward.

What were Eliza, Thana and this new third? Eliza and Thana used to be completely separate personalities. That border had been slowly broken down through the months, causing the two to approach each other. Because Eliza was in control most of the time and because her social situation allowed her to stay grounded, Thana was dragged more towards Eliza’s human side than vice versa. Now they had reached the point where they shared the majority of thoughts and instincts. Still, the vestiges of thinking of themselves as themselves and of the other as the other prevented complete unification.

That’s where that third personality came from.

“Zombie-cunt-fucking, bloody, metaphysical shit-vomit,” the pretty little psycho let out a series of curses. “I’ll need another name. This ‘new’ me is the majority me and if you call Eliza or Thana we’ll get a bigger headache than getting a fat fucking cock in the eye socket.” In Thana’s threatening tone, she added, “That’s not an invitation.”

“That’s definitely not my fetish,” John assured and rinsed her off. “Do you have any name in mind?”

“Useless Little Cumbucket? Breeding Slave? Comfort Hole? An Absolute Failure at Life and Murder?”

“Those are all too cumbersome,” the Gamer told her in a serious tone. “Not to mention exceedingly self-deprecating. You are not useless, you are not really my slave, you are more than a pair of holes, and you are absolutely not a total failure at life. You are a failure at murder though. That’s a good thing.”

“Whatever.” The white-blue haired woman sounded far from convinced, but that was an ever-ongoing effort. “You give a suggestion then.”

“A simple combination of Eliza and Thana should work, right? This should be a name that you like after you completely fuse. A name that describes both of you.” John turned the shower off again. For a moment, he had to close his eyes, as the small woman in front of him had the brilliant idea to whip her head around, sending wet hair and droplets flying everywhere.

“How about ‘Worthless’?” she suggested, half of her face covered by a layer of her own sticky hair.

“Do you want me to spank you?” John joked, wiping his eyes so he could see again.

“Yes!” The enthusiastic cry accounted for at least two thirds of her. “Spank this Worthless’ ass.”

“I am not calling you Worthless!” the Gamer protested and stood up. Together they went back to the preparation room. Taking one from the mountain of clean white towels, he tossed it at the pretty little psycho and then grabbed one for himself. The two dried themselves. “See, you can dry yourself, that’s already more than worthless.”

“Wow, what a fucking standard,” the human goddess drily retorted.

“Don’t underestimate how hard it is to clean yourself,” the Gamer told her. “Some people never figure it out in their entire life. A truly worthless person couldn’t do anything by themselves. Beyond that, you have an immeasurable value to me and the others, so don’t you dare call yourself something like that, do you understand?” He gave her a hard stare. Initially, she responded stubbornly. Eventually, the chastisement worked and she lowered her head. She didn’t verbally agree. John took what he could get.

They moved back into the living room. “Alright, everyone,” he said and presented the pretty little psycho to the room. “Eliza and Thana have become mostly one and because of that, we have a small issue about who she is now. She’s both, but the two are also still around semi-individually, so we need a new name to call our dear broken angel.”

“Fuck you and fuck that nickname,” the short woman cussed at him, blushing heavily. “I hope your head explodes into a geyser of gore and brain matter next time I squish your head during orgasmic spasms!”

“No, you don’t,” John told her, causing the pretty little psycho to impotently scream in rage. Putting a hand on her throat, without applying any pressure, immediately made her shut up. “Anyway, we will call her Eliana from now on, to avoid any internal or external confusion.”

“Happy birthday to you,” Rave started singing. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Eliana, happy birthday to you… come one, gals, it IS her birthday. Don’t let me make a fool out of myself on my own.”

“You’re exceedingly good at that though,” Siena giggled.

“Ja, ja, ya edgy little slut,“ Rave waved off. “Now come on, for our dear broken angel.”

“I fucking hope you all choke on pussy juice tonight,” Eliana mumbled her curses, too busy blushing as the song started in earnest across the room. Everyone picked it up. They had planned to sing it for Eliza’s birthday. There was very little difference and this was more meaningful, ultimately.

Finally, they could get to the dinner and the gifts.