You decide that you can’t do it. Despite being what amounts to an actual monster, the thought of killing it— her, rather, doesn’t sound good to you. The chimera is still made up of your friends. It didn’t seem much like it earlier, but ending her doesn’t seem right now that she has finally voiced her thoughts and her love for you.
She opens her main eyes and sees that you are no longer pointing the rifle at her. It’s not hard to see that she is surprised.
“…What?”
“I’m not going to kill you. Even after everything earlier, you’re still my friend.”
“Anon, why won’t… how could…” she stammers.
“You love me four times more than anyone else could. I think that’s more than enough to give everything a chance,” you say.
You toss the rifle on the ground beside you.
“I know it’ll be hard with your form, but maybe… I don’t know…”
Doubts begin to cross your mind, but you toss them out as quickly as they came in. You shrug your shoulders before giving a small grin.
“Maybe I can learn to love you back just as much.”
Tears begin to well up in the chimera’s eyes. Your words have apparently touched her. In spite of her injuries, she picks herself up and wraps you in a tight hug. You reciprocate the hug while it feels like your ribcage is being crushed. You’re not sure if it’s the momentary lack of air or possible remnant perfume of her, but you pick up the scent of vanilla and lavender. She lets go and you catch your breath.
“I can’t believe it,” she starts, “I have Anon all to myself. Do you know what should be the first thing we should do together!?”
You cough before speaking up.
“What’s that?” you ask.
“Sex~” she cooes.
Wait, what? You’re not even sure where to start with that or even how to start. You appreciate how eager she is, but god damn you just said ‘learn how to love you’. The thought is so weird to you; you can’t help but ask about the logistics.
“How… would that even work?” you ask incredulously.
“With my penis,” she replies flatly.
She takes a happy looking hand and moves the top of her skirt down. A large cock flops out of the garment and slightly coils on the ground. You’re staring at it in sheer amazement and horror.
“Well, what do you think, Anon?”
“…Fuck.”
THE END
Maybe you’d like to go back and see where that other choice takes you? Or maybe you’d prefer something else?
