Anti-World Government Activist (3)

I was spacing out at the dispenser lounge after clocking in, munching on snacks, when a call came in right away.

Bzzz.

Unlike Mammathong, this was a notification from Yanetja, the official app set up for us dispensers.

Both were official apps, but why the hell were their names so goddamn ridiculous? Was it some kind of epic showdown between Mammathong and Yanetja?

Mammathong made sense since dispensers didn't even know it existed, but Yanetja was public for both dispensers and non-humans. What the fuck were they thinking with names like that?

Or maybe the same asshole made both?

Looking at how they named them, it seemed plausible.

Anyway, that shit wasn't important. I checked the incoming notification.

That cringey alias popped up again, but whatever.

What mattered was that I'd gotten a call—and that it meant money.

"...Private listing?"

I searched for the caller's info to see who it was, but everything was marked private.

Yanetja didn't give out dispenser dick measurements like Mammathong did, but it usually shared basic stuff like name and species.

Since dispensers were the ones getting called in, some even uploaded profile pics in their underwear.

But fully private? Sure, species or names got hidden sometimes, but everything private? First time for that.

Bad vibe.

I should decline.

It sucked to pass on a call that paid double the average, but if I showed up and it was some arachne with a spider lower half or a centaur, I'd be fucked.

I could handle it, but even I needed mental prep for that shit.

Right as I rejected the call—

Bzzz.

No sooner had I hit reject than another came in. Fully private again.

What the hell?

Glanced around thinking it was a glitch, but the few other dispensers chilling in the lounge looked fine, chatting over drinks.

I never hung with the other dispensers, but the app seemed okay for them. No errors.

Or was it just me?

I went to reject this one too—

Bzzz.

Bzzz...!

Bzzzz...!

Notifications kept pouring in.

"Fuck my mom, shit..."

What the actual fuck?

Chills crawled up my back.

I didn't know what it was, but something was seriously fucked. I stood up.

"Got a call, huh?"

"We see you around a lot lately. Must be popular."

"Yeah, look at that build. The girls must love it. Me? I just kill time and hit the extraction rooms... Lucky bastard, getting all the calls."

The other dispensers' chatter hit my ears as I got up, shooting envious looks. But I wasn't in the mood to bask in it.

My phone was still buzzing like crazy.

Pure horror.

This wasn't normal calls.

Was it even calls at all?

Why the hell was this happening to me?

Because I asked Lilith yesterday if anything was up? And this shit hit not even a day later?

Bzzzz...!

"Fuck."

First, I killed the vibration. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Then I thought.

What if I was just freaking out over nothing?

What if a ton of calls just flooded in at once?

Possible, sure.

But if not?

Two choices: Ignore the calls and tough it out, or bail to somewhere safe.

Neither felt great.

Lilith, our branch head, wasn't here, and "safe" was a big question mark.

If she'd been home, I'd just bolt there.

But she was out because of yesterday's bullshit.

Timing sucked balls.

Why'd this hit when Lilith was gone?

...When Lilith was gone?

"..."

This started right when she stepped out? Aimed at me?

Bad vibe turned to pure fucked.

What if even her absence was staged?

Couldn't stay.

The barrier kept non-dispensers and clients from noticing or entering the building—meaning it was totally isolated from the outside.

Call the cops? They'd wander around clueless and leave.

Sure, there were backups for emergencies even without Lilith, but the assholes pulling this knew that.

If this tied to injuring the branch head in the tropical zone and kidnapping a dispenser... if it was a diversion to send Lilith away... then the guards here were useless.

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Had to get out.

To a crowded place.

No way they'd try shit with crowds around.

"...Call taxi?"

Called one first. Timed to hop in right as I exited the building.

Saw the text and exhaled.

1 minute.

So, bolt in one.

"Hey man, you look pale. Something wrong?"

"If you're beat, sit and rest. Here, have a drink."

"Nah, it's nothing, don't wor—"

My face must've looked like shit if they were talking to me. But I shut up mid-sentence.

The guy offering a drink ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠held nothing.

The one saying I looked pale looked worse—like a corpse, pale as fuck.

I swallowed hard.

"Not taking it? That's rude."

"We went out of our way. Don't be like that between fellow dispensers~"

Take what? There was nothing.

And... why were their eyes red...?

"No, really, back off."

They froze with a creak. Then spoke in unison, staring at me.

"Aw, damn. Guess we got made quick since it's been a while."

Same words, same time.

Oh, fuck...

"Anyway, better listen up."

"Unless you wanna get hurt."

Two different dispensers—no, things wearing dispenser skins—said it.

How long?

From the start?

Explained why so many dispensers this morning.

"Good boys listen. Didn't your mommy teach you that?"

Definitely Lilith-related.

"Mommy, fuck, this is such bullshit."

"Bad mouth on you. Guess you take after that bitch Lilith in that."

Two old dudes talking like chicks, with raspy, gravelly voices—not even nice ones—alternating lines. Made my ears rot.

"...Just checking, you aren't friends with Lilith... my mom... or anything, right?"

"Friends? Me and that bitch?"

Kukuk. Both laughed.

Fucking creepy, shit.

"That's a hilarious joke. Not even funny."

No, fuck, you just laughed.

Anyway, confirmed.

These two "dispensers"—whatever was puppeteering or brainwashing them—hated Lilith.

"Hoo..."

"No need to be so scared. Just come with us real quick."

And there were more than a couple.

No reason to stay.

I clenched my fists as they approached.

"First punch wins, you fucks!"

Crack. My fist nailed the one on the right's jaw—spun it right around.

For real.

"Mommy...!"

The jaw that should've been dislocated gooobled and engulfed my fist.

Not puppets—fucking dolls...!

Not even alive to begin with.

"Fuck!"

I kicked it off my fist before it fully wrapped and bolted without looking back.

That fallen "old dude"—whatever it was—glorped as it rose. No interest in whatever horror was behind me.

I sprinted from the lounge.

No elevator. Trap.

Stairs.

Stairs...

"Bad boy who won't listen. Makes sense—that bitch couldn't raise you right."

It glorped.

Twisting, writhing, surging.

From the bottom of the stairs, it rose like that.

What? Lilith couldn't raise right?

This fucker.

"Better than straight garbage, you fuck!"

I kicked it again before it formed. Squelch, it smeared and poured down.

Shuddered at the horrific feel left on my leg.

Slimes at least felt good. This was like touching a septic tank.

Like handling a rotting, fermenting corpse.

Cold, sticky, inorganic.

Lucky no rotten stench?

In this shitshow, was that even "lucky"?

"Yeah, yeah, squirm all you want. No escape here anyway."

Voice from below.

Saw slimy, formless masses crawling up. Even the one I'd smashed glorped and rejoined them.

"But yeah. Gotta punish you for not listening, for not staying put. Right? I hate disobedient, clueless inferiors most of all."

Now from above.

The two "dispensers"—inhuman—thudded down the stairs.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..."

Below: shapeless slime crawling up. Above: same shit in creepy old dude forms descending.

Fucked top and bottom.

Truly fucked.

Not like with Sati where it'd hurt bad.

Real life-or-death.

"Aw, behaving now? Gave up? Poor thing. But too late... No forgiveness even if you listen now."

Legs went beyond jelly—felt like they'd rip my legs off outright.

My gut was spot-on for shit like this.

Getting caught = dead. Gut said so.

Don't get caught.

But how?

"Alright, eyes first. Those cocky eyes piss me off."

Lilith liked my eyes.

No choice.

I pulled it from my pocket.

"Hm?"

This morning, figured Lilith was out anyway... Snuck a whiff since it caught my eye.

Freshly washed, not as potent as before.

But better than nothing.

"What's that? Talisman? No mana though. Sucks—you got duped by fakes. Useless trash... Figures, inferior human couldn't tell real from fake."

The two "old dudes" tilted heads, mocking my sudden pocket pull.

Talisman?

No paper scrap.

Softer, way better feel.

"Last hope's a fake talisman? Lilith didn't prep shit for you. Hmm, that's a problem. If she doesn't care when we take you... Big loss."

Talk all you want.

I pressed it to my nose and inhaled deep.

Sniiiiff...

Fresh fabric softener scent.

Fluffy post-wash feel.

Above all.

Lilith's worn panties. Fucking hard as hell.

Washed or not.

"Wait—what? That's no talisman. That's... panties...?"

Mommy's panties so fucking hot, shit.

My instant full erection proved it.

"Mana... how? Nothing there... Inferior human...!"

My Gift.

Ariadd called it the ultimate male or whatever.

Two effects I knew.

One: mental immunity.

Seduction, charm, confusion, illusions—magic or supernatural—all nullified.

Strong enough to shatter Lilith's dream spell.

The other... Not as potent, but still something.

Physical boost.

Ultimate male bullshit—when active, strength, stamina, all way up.

"Whatever you're doing, won't help escape...!"

Won't die.

3rd floor. Won't splat.

Thought that and hurled myself out the window.