I missed the wedding and the centipede is a ghost girl?

The mattress beneath you was soft and yet at the same time lacking in any softness, it felt prickly and uneven as you shifted from side to side looking for some comfort to enjoy in this new world  of sleep that felt you had just entered. The world above was a stream of shifting lights composed of red, yellow, and green. While the world beneath you for some strange reason smelled of rotten tuna and old eggshells. Neither were particularly pleasant but they did keep at least promise more peace than getting up and having to actually find out whose house you were in.

That was what you thought until the wailing horn of a truck buzzed right next to you, you could even feel the tires against your hair for a second before it disappeared; the illusion of staying here also disappeared with at an instant. You jumped up in a terror, your eyes were encrusted with what felt cobwebs and your entire body felt sluggish, but the instincts telling you that you were about to be crushed under a tire won out and you got to your feet in a haze of fear.

The world around you became clear even through your encrusted eyes, the “mattress” beneath you revealed itself to be a pile of garbage bags, while the “lights” above you were the result of a stoplight. Cars whizzed by outside of the tiny alley where you had been sleeping and the disgruntled crowds of monstergirls walked barely inches away from your hideout.\

The most alarming revelation of this entire scene was that you didn’t remember why you were here of all places, your suit was torn in some places and a unflattering in the late night glaze. Your hair was still slicked with some disgusting gel, or at least you hoped it was gel. And your breath still smelled of alchohol mixed with your favorite brand of perfume that you wore to the…
1.	Wedding. A wedding for your Onee-sama that she wanted you desperately to attend. You weren’t on the best of terms but you remembered agreeing
2.	A bachelor party, you and your best friends were giving your roommate a farewell to bachelor life.
3.	A birthday party for your daughteru, how the hell did you end up here after going out to buy her the cake you asked for?

Yeah it was coming back to you now, there was a wedding. You had been standing beside your Onee-sama as you guided her down the aisle to her husband. She was your Onee-sama but at times it felt like you were her older brother. She was caring sure, sometimes to a fault even, but then again she had never had many friends to speak to. You weren’t really sure why you were thinking about that when there were more pressing matters to attend to.

You stumbled out of the alleyway and into the city standing beyond it. You knew it wasn’t a great part of the city given the way it had already seemed a little seedy from within the alley, but now it was downright decrepit. The buildings all crowded around you in a maze of rusted and moss infested structures, out of the corner of your eye you even spotted a rooftop covered in matango seedling popping up through the cracks.

Your first thought was to ask a pedestrian for instructions, there were a wide variety of monstergirls all passing by but not a single human soul passing by. You swallowed your fear of instant rape and approached a most normal looking girl standing behind a wooden lemonade stand. “Excuse me wou-” Your words were cut short by her tail lashing into your stomach. It became apparent that she wasn’t selling to you as you hobbled away from the laughing lamia who pointed at you with malice.

For some reason the act reminded you of when you were younger, your Onee-sama always enjoyed teasing you when she could. There had even been a time when she…
1.	Wrapped you up in her tail and kept you locked away from school because she was lonely. (lamia Onee-sama)
2.	Spun you a treehouse from her web and then spent an entire week keeping you locked up as she played “house.” With you as her husband. (Arachnee Onee-sama)
3.	Flew you off to the forest behind your home and played adventurers for the entire day before flying you back to watch anime together. (harpy Onee-sama)
4.	Custom. (Describe a cute event with a monstergirl Onee-sama of your own.)

You can still remember the feeling of her arachne legs pricking you over and over as she held up like a prize. She really enjoyed tying you up when you were asleep and using you as a daki, even though most of the time you were awake you never had the heart to tell her so, seeing as how she had never been good with other people, besides it couldn’t hurt to simply let her enjoy your warmth every once in a while.

She wasn’t just an arachnee though, she was a jurougumo. One of the rarer subspecies, then again she never once fit into the stereotypes of being graceful in public and domineering in private, the opposite of that would be true, most of the time in public she stuttered, stumbled and muttered her way through. Whenever she wanted to order food you were the one to pay and get it for her since she feared being ridiculed by the cashiers.

In public she was clingy, but definitely not domineering. When you were younger she would make it a point to put on an act of being incredibly graceful and kind wheneveryou were near. You still hear her wailing desperately after the day she was bullied publicly in front of you. Deep down you knew it wasn’t the bullying that broke her; it was the fact that you were present that destroyed her self-esteem. Ever since then she had become more and more reclusive until you had to beg for her to leave the confines of her room.

Well anyway that was your sister. You would have more time to think about her once you were out of this shitty place. Truth be told you could hardly remember this part of the city, it felt more like you were wading through a dream than a real place. All around you new streets and avenues with unrecognizable names sprung into place. You decided to take…
1.	The subway, dark and mostly abandoned. (spooky monstergirl encounters)
2.	The bus, filled to the brim with monsters. (almost definitely rape.)
3.	The park nearby, calm and peaceful. (insect monstergirls)
4.	Custom. (who should our first encounter be?)

You were scared of the darkness leading down into the mostly abandoned subway system, but you were even more afraid of the three or four Onis staring you down from across the street, you were cool with muscular women but they looked like they could hold your dick in place with their vaginal muscles. That wasn’t something you were particularly keen to experience.

The steps leading down into the subway set you on the edge, they went from a mostly white marble and gradually turned into a moss covered black that looked more in place with an abandoned mansion than a tunnel hardly five feet away from the outside world. Regardless you steeled yourself and continued walking forward until you couldn’t resist and took out your phone.

“B-Boo!” Your flashlight app came to life in time with the centipede girl in front of you raising her arms while doing jazz hands with her variety of insectoid pinchers. Her clothes were comprised of a sack which barely fit her and honestly seemed painful as well as a little triangle headband that ghosts wore for some reason. You were slightly scared by her sudden announcement, but she was absolutely terrified by your flashlight. She cowered nearly instantly while her halfhearted boo reduced itself to pathetic whimpering.

“Oh, didn’t see you there.” You skirted alongside the crying Oomukade who shook and shivered as you passed by, deep down you felt bad for her but helping random monstergirls would just lead you to rape and that wasn’t what you needed right now.

Your second encounter was masterminded by the same Oomukade, you couldn’t tell how far you’d gone or how much time had passed but it wasn’t long enough to warrant this kind of interest.

“OOOOoooOOOOhhh! Too S-Spoopy… Uh n-no… I meant spooky!” Her voice was coupled by the rattling of metal buckets in her hands while her pinchers prodded your backside, you would have been afraid except you were used to it because of your sister. All that managed to do was piss you off. At once you turned around and…

1.	Told her to fuck off (You know what will happen.)
2.	Asked her if she could help (Oomukade companion)
3.	Flirt with her (clingy Oomukade)
4.	Custom (what should we tell her?)

You could tell her to screw herself, but the idea of treating her like that sits badly in your mouth. You settle for the next best thing that will probably serve to lighten your mood at the very least.

“S-S-Spooky!!” You straighten yourself out while jumping in mock fear. She must not be a very good actress as she also screams in real fear while swiveling behind her. “I-Is there a g-g-ghost!?” You nearly laughed right there if not for your dedication. Instead you got to your knees and gripped your chest.

“My heart! I’m having a heart attack! I’m seeing skellingtons!” You looked up while screaming in time to see her suffering a full out panic attack. Tears forming in her eyes while her arms thrashed around without a clue as to what to do. “I-I’m not a ghost! I’m not s-sp-pooky! Please don’t die, please!?” She leaned forward at which point you decided it was time to begin phase two of your plan.

“Too late!” Your scream itself was enough to have her reel in fear but you weren’t done yet. “Now that I’m dying I’m going to become… become…” Your voice shrunk to a whisper forcing her to lean closer and closer until she is barely a few inches from your face. “A spooky skeleton.” The silence between the two of you seemed infinite as her eyes widened in fear and her mouth gaped open.

“KYAAAAAAAAAAA!” Her scream was deafening and piercing but completely worth it. The tears flowing down her cheeks only seemed sweeter as her hands pushed against your chest trying their best to simulate CPR. All color flushed from her face her nervous eyes were practically spinning in their sockets trying to revive you as she pushed weakly with her scrawny human arms.

“I-I’m sorry!” Her lamentations echoed through the tunnel until she quieted down, you had hoped that she would leave by now but instead you could feel her breath slowly getting closer. “I-If I don’t save him he’ll die… Skeletons are too spooky for me, I got to save him!” There was a sliver of determination in her voice, but it was mostly drowned out in the anxiety closed the distance between you and her… you decided to
1.	Wake up after the kiss (oomukade route initiated)
2.	Wake up before the kiss (oomukade companion)
3.	Keep playing dead (Oomukade leaves)
4.	Custom (what should we do?)
You can feel her trembling hands on your chest, her perky breasts pasted to your collar as she leans forward looking for your lips to meet her own, more than anything you feel your heartbeat jumping out of your chest at the thought of kissing this girl in the middle of an abandoned subway. It’s time to pull out before she can lock you into her route.

You draw a deep breath of air in a gasp. Unexpectedly she jumps back in terror but less so than before, instead of crying she whimpers while covering her eyes. “I’m alive! Your determination saved me!” You rise to your feet with a false expression of amazement as you feel your body. Gradually she removes her hands covering her face and looks up at you with large eyes whose innocence seems infinite. “Y-Y-You’re not a spooky sk-skeleton?” Her trembling lip and quivering hands tell you just how scared she is.

You smile warmly and raise up your arms. “Nope! I’m a real boy now, you saved me!” You can only hold back your laughter as the centipede girl nervously grabs your arm to check that you are in fact not a skeleton. By the time she seems satisfied your skin is red from her pulling it to make sure that you’re not just a “skeleton hiding in a bag of flesh” as she put it.

“Now help me get out of here!” You point in the general direction of the darkness and she raises her hand to her brow like a general. “Y-Y-Yes sir! This w-w-way!” She walks off into the darkness never once realizing that she hadn’t agreed to help you, you just enjoy it and walk beside her.

After a while of walking you finally reached what you had hoped to avoid, a crossroads. Luckily unlike most other crossroads in abandoned subways this one brought with it a handy sign with pictures on it. To the left there was a picture of a bone, while to the right there was a bit of toilet paper hung on the sign. You were pondering your choices when your companion piped up, her hand tugging at your sleeve while pointing to the darkness. “T-There’s a maintenance route th-that way. I-If you want…” You looked at all three routes and…

1.	Take the left route. (dancing skellies)
2.	Take the right route (motherly mummies)
3.	Take the maintenance route. (custom)

“Let’s go left.” You don’t wait for a second opinion from the confused centipede girl who quickly runs after you, nearly tripping on one of her many legs several times before managing to pick up the pace and stay by your side. You can’t help but think about how cute she is in the way she tries to play off her attraction, several times when you’re walking you see her hand cautiously reach out for yours but always dart back before she can actually grab on. Even more common is the way she looks up at you inquisitively looking for something to speak about only to stumble on her words and quickly apologize for it, telling you that she was sneezing.

By the time you hear the rattling it’s barely less than a few hundred meters away, the glimmering light up ahead also alerts you to the fact that there is someone there. Your companion at once cowers, if she had gone any lower her face would be dragged through the mud. The only comfort you can offer her is a kind gaze and a stroke of her hair. Even that only manages to keep her quiet while slowly walking forward.

You do your best to keep quiet despite the debris everywhere obstructing your path, when you reach less than a hundred meters you turn of your lights and continue down the path, the centipede girl looks up at you with tearful eyes as the rattling goes from a discord of notes into an organized tune slowly played out on what sounds like a xylophone.

“Spooky… scary… skeletons…” The feminine voice reaches out from far beyond where the rattling comes. You know that waiting here won’t change anything and muster up your courage to look up into the dark tunnel, hopefully you’d live to tell about it.

Your eyes grow accustomed to the darkness slowly, the vague figures take on terrifying dimensions as you come to realize what they are. “S-S-S-sk-skellington?” Your companion answers for you in a tiny whisper, they weren’t even skeleton girls, just empty skeletons happily rattling their bones while circling what did in fact look like a tiny skeleton girl, barely taller than your waist. You look down at the Oomukade and say that…

1.	You’re going to sneak past them (avoid scary skeletons)
2.	Charge head long into them (spookiness intensifies)
3.	Turn back (redo for another route)
4.	Custom (what should we do?)

There’s only one way to deal with spooky skeletons of this variety. You might never have had much experience with exorcisms but you had heard of how in the ancient times paladins would engage in dance offs with giant skeleton armies to win their freedom as well as fighting against the scary skeletal summons.

The Oomukade must have realized your intent as her whimpering voice rose in tone and her grip tightened on your hand. “P-P-Please don’t… They’ll kill you with their sp-p-pooky!” Stroking her hair doesn’t do much and you can tell deep down that regardless of what you tell her she’ll be against it. Then again a man can’t be held back just because something is spooky.

“I’m sorry.” Your smile is the only thing you can offer as you jump out from the cover of the debris and toward the quartet of dancing skellies. They don’t stop as you get close, but the moment you speak the air all around you goes tense. All four of the skellies detain their spinning ballet and turn to you with blank face and open mouths chattering to one another in their ancient language.

The skelly girl in the middle by contrast looks sleepy as she sits down on the ground without a care in the world the skeletons are too busy debating among themselves to notice you get close. The moment they do notice you all four of them jump back into file while looking straight in the eye with the black depth of their eye sockets.

“CHATTER CHATTER CHITTER CHATTER!” The one to the far left speaks and the other three get into place. The first one forcibly removes his rib cage to use as a xylophone with his femurs as drumsticks, the one next to him tears a long sinew out of his leg and tenses it like violin before using his humerus as a bow. The final Skeleton has already reassembled himself into a giant macabre triangle with his head at the center.

“CHATTER.. CHIT CHAT?” Something in you tells you that he is proposing a spook off, the test a true man. Behind you the scared gaze of the centipede girl burns into your back while the skeleton girl simply turns lazily to watch. You look at the skeleton ring leader and…

1.	Accept. (Spook off initiated.)
2.	Reject (keep going, leave behind skelly-chan)
3.	Reject (turn back, spooky skeletons)
4.	Custom (what should we do?

You nod and chatter your teeth, you have no idea what they’re saying but at the very least you wouldn’t let them call you a coward. The head skellington gets into place with his legs spread far apart and a painted on aggressive eyebrows before turning to his skeleton crew who chatter in approval at their captain challenging the meat bag aggressor to battle. You can only prepare yourself thinking back on all the times you danced which was a number scarcely worth mentioning and much less being proud of the performances themselves.

“CHIT!” With that he sets off. His first move has him remove his head from his shoulder and balance it on his hands before spinning it all around on top of his arms like a professional player, at one point he even slides it down his spine and onto the tip of his leg before throwing back onto his shoulder.

“I guess that wa-“ You don’t get a chance to be snarky as the sound of their rattling applause fills the air for their dear leader. The leader himself doesn’t seem very keen on giving you the chance to dance and follows into his next move. He squats deep onto the ground with his skeleton legs far apart as his skeleton band plays a tune you can vaguely remember. His squats evolve into a tap dance as he places his foot down in place while juggling his fingers using his hands as pads and finally coming to an end when he swallows all of his finger bones and letting them clink down on his ribs creating a cacophony.

With that done the skeleton band repeats their previous applause, even playing him a little jingle similar to the Mario star theme if it were played entirely on xylophone. When they finally settled down they turned to you with empty sockets and painted on eyebrows of aggressively waiting for you to dance. You turn to them and…

1.	Dance to your heart’s content (lose)
2.	Run away (cut your losses)
3.	Grab the skeleton girl and run away (Acquire skeleton enemy)
4.	Custom (what should we do?)

You turn to leave, the chattering skeletons mock you as you take step after step, in the end you had known that there was no way to win against something as spooky and scary as a dancing skeleton. Now you could only leave and hope to find another exit in the-

“I-I-I can da-dance!” You didn’t notice when she had gotten past you or when she had faced the skeletons but there she was, her tight potato bag straining against her chest as she panted heavily in fear and anxiety. She turned to you and grabbed your hand in her own, the shaking was intense and the sweat dripping down her face made it obvious how terrible afraid she felt. “S-S-Seeing you fa-face your fears, I-I realize that I wa-want to be like you!” The shaking subsides only slightly, but you can’t help but admire her admiration of you.

“Go, I believe in you.” You shake her hand firmly and she gives you a leery yet strangely unnerving smile as she turns back to the skeletons who between themselves chatter about the newcomer centipede girl.

You didn’t actually believe that she’d win, in the end they were out of a league you didn’t even know existed. The only thing you hoped for was that maybe she’d lose gracefully enough to give you passage beyond the tunnel.
That was all torn down as she began, each of her separate legs moved with a  synchronized grace that not even the skellies could match. She was awkward about it at first but by the end of the first round it was clear who was winning even without the desperate cries of the skellys. The only thing you could offer the miracle dancer was your cheers as she outclassed the skeletons with her combo of legs far longer than their bones.

It comes to an end with a clap of her hands as she finishes her routine, the heavy breathing coupled with reddened cheeks tell you that she is obviously at the end of her line. The skeletons on the other hand have parted the way and disappeared, whether it was into dust or into the air you didn’t know. Now all that was left to worry about was the sleeping skelly-girl sitting by herself lazily eating dirt.

You turn to the Oomukade and say…
1.	Good job, let’s go now (leave behind skelly)
2.	Help me carry this girl (new party member)
3.	Congratulations you did great. (flirt with oomukade, leave behind skelly)
4.	Custom (what should we do?)