Sayori the Engineer

Sayori the Engineer

‘That Anon! He’d rather play Bridge simulator than with me!’ Sayori thought angrily. She had just brought over Clue, and Anon ignored her! Well, she’d have to get revenge on him somehow, maybe delete his bridge.

No.

Build an even better bridge than his!

Sayori didn’t look like it, but she was actually very capable of solving problems, especially practical ones. She had always managed to sniff out who the killer was in Clue, and always knew how to hang decorations off the Christmas tree. That and Legos. She was really good at those. That Super Star Destroyer had been the most expensive thing she had ever bought online, but it had entertained her for a whole week.

Sayori knew how to solve her problems. For this however she needed Anon’s computer since she didn’t want to pirate the game. That and Anon probably wouldn’t see it then. A big fat bridge on his computer, wide, 8 lanes capable of holding tanks, yes. He couldn’t ignore her superior skills then! Mr. Boy Scout over there would be taught a lesson in useless skills! She should get a merit badge for this!
Anon always fell asleep at around 11. He liked to be up early for school. Why did Sayori know this? If you asked her, she would say that she knew because of how they had grown up together. This was probably only partly true. Why Sayori had a key to his house was also “Due to how close we are!”

Anon was out after the stairs had been sneaked up silently, the steps used to this nightly ritual. They never squealed in protest of her, somewhat more than she wished, weight. Anon never woke up. She always wondered what he dreamed about, and hoped it was her. The moonlight streamed onto her face in a band, blue eyes glowing, dazzling had anyone been able to see it. Those eyes locked to the computer screen as it warmed back up. The Wikipedia article on bridges opened. The history, basic construction, different types. There it was. Truss bridges. Simple, sturdy, capable of carrying Krupp Stahl across the Rhine. Or anything else over any other river.

New tab. Truss Bridges pictures.

Oh.

That’s uh… hoo…

Gosh, Sayori. You must be more tired than you thought. That’s trussed bitches, not bridges. It is very lewd and looks very inviting.

Comfortable.

That red rope is very pretty. It’d look good against your contours… not here! You can’t open those links on Anon’s computer! No matter how much you want to.

…Anon still had rope from his scout days in his closet.

He also had a good bed with posts. He probably wouldn’t wake up until its too late. This was… beyond dangerous. Those guides on how to tie him to the bed couldn’t be ignored, and Sayori couldn’t help but get him nice and snug. His old knives would be perfect for freeing the parts of him she needed. Yes…

He can wake up when he needs to. Mama Sayori will take good care of him fufufu~

Until then, there was a bridge to build, and a movie to watch. A Bridge Too Far was simply perfect for the occasion, and Anon’s headphones were the best anyway. When he woke up, he might fall off the bridge, and into her River Kwai. Needed work, but she was excited, and that was enough for her.
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probably more soon, and especially lewd section too probably. I made this in 15 minutes