/jp/ - Otaku Culture

"A pet ? I don't want a pet." Mister Doctor says.
However, he slightly lowers his shotgun and looks at you.
"You're a brave one, aint'cha ?"
You look at him in the eyes, and see him hesitate. Maybe he's touched by your determination. You're not like the yukkuris that come to his door demanding mister sweets or slip inside his garden, eating his flowers and calling him an old geezer, telling him to drop dead easy.
But you, you're different : you're nice, courageous, your care for others before your own. He thinks back to his early days as a student, when he just wanted to save lives, before ending up linked to all the underground cartels in Tokyo, spending his lives patching up dumbass "anikis" getting slashed and shot for an honor no one cared about.
"Fine. I'll save your friends, but in return, you're mine, okay ?"
"Reimu agrees ! Now hurry up and save them easy !" you say.
Dosu lowers her body to let you come down on the ground.

The rest follows without incidents. Mister Doctor brings you inside his house once you've told good bye to Dosu, who heavily bounces back to the forest. You tell him where the moldy ones are, and he comes out with a white box. You're alone in the house, on a desk where lots of shiny and dangerous tools are aligned. In the other side of the round, you see a large green box with sounds coming from inside. They seem like unhappy, suffering, dying yukkuri voices. You try to ignore it, thinking it's your imagination. You don't know that inside, is an invading yukkuri family, reduced to making compost by eating their own feces and their own deads.
After an hour, Mister Doctor comes back with his box. He pushes you aside, places the box on the table and opens it : the stench of rotting paste bean fills up the house. Voices emerge from the white box.
"Yu..."
"Mwommy..."
"Hurdsch..."
"Mu...kyuuu..."
"Let's get started" he says.
He puts his hands inside the box : you see he's wearing gloves.
"This one's dead... this one's... dead... This one... hmm."
He takes a knife, and plunges it in the box. You don't hear any scream : only weak and frightened voices, along with a disgusting wet sound. You quickly process what just happened.
Mister Doctor just killed a yukkuri.
"WHY DID YOU DO DHIS MISHTER ????" You scream with tears in your eyes.
He sighs and puts his hand int he box. He quickly pulls it out, holding the dead yukkuri, and quickly holds it an inch from your face.
"YUPIIII !" You scream in horror, pee-pee and poo-poo flowing out of your orifices from the close sight of a rotten Marisa's face, bean paste oozing from the wound that just ended her miserable life.
"It was fucking dying you shitty manju ! I'm simply ending her sufferings. And don't fucking shit on my desk again, or you're joining the compost box..."
"Sh-showwy..."
He turns his attention to the box again.
"Those ones... yeah, it might work. This one too... not this one... not this one either..."
He stabs the inside of the box several times, and pulls out several rotten corpses, dead by mold or by stabbing, and drops them in a dustbin. You recognize several of them from the cave.
"Can't even make compost out of those, they'd kill the others... Well, that leaves six for operation."
He cleans the knife, and then takes a strange item, something you've never seen before. It's a small, metal rectangle. He flips it open, and a bright light comes out of it. It's mister fire ! You know his warmth is the easiest of them all, but his bite is the most terrible. Mister Doctor heats the blade until it's red.
"It's gonna bite."

You hear a sizzling sound.
"YUGYAAAAAAH !"
"Little one !"
" Widdle...shish..."
"Mukyu !"
"The bad bits are cut off... now it should... Oh fuck, it's dead. Guess young ones aren't tough enough to endure the pain."
He shrugs.
"Well at least this one can make compost."
In his hand is a dead Alice ko, from the family you saw int he cave. He takes a few steps back and opens the green box. Voices emerge.
"Food..."
"Give food..."
"No more mister trash... no more mister trash..."
"Can't take it easy..."
Without a word, he drops the corpse inside and closes the lid : all you hear is the disgusting sound of munching.
Tears run down your cheeks, you're hiccuping : you don't know what to say or what to do.
Mister Doctor comes back to the table.