This choice: Tell the impostor you'll clean your room • Go Back...Chapter #14The Catcher, the Caught and the Act by: Nostrum   Your “new” mother’s odd requests leave you with more questions than answers. Why did “she” decide to clean all your rooms, something she normally urges you to do? And why she’s so quick to send you away?
“Uh...” You try to slide in, pushing her away. “I can handle this... Mom.”
“Nonsense!” she claims, complete with a smile as fake as everything about her right now. “You must be tired and hungry.”
“Besides, what if you throw something away? Or move something out of place?”
“I’ll try to keep everything where it belongs,” she insists. “Besides - your clothes are dirty! You’ll soil everything in your room!”
“I can change. Put on used ones.”
“And what about the grass and dirt on your face? Or your hair? Tina already chewed you for it.” She grabs your arm, faking your mother’s smile. “Go take a shower. You can do it tomorrow if you want to.”
You look at the impostor in her eye – same color as your mother’s, same shape, even trembling the same way - and drag her inside. “Alright. What’s the big idea? My real Mom never cleans our rooms.”
“I...” You know he wants to swallow his tongue, but he can’t. “I wanted to make things easier for you.”
“Really?” you taunt. “C’mon. Yesterday, you forced us to clean up all your messes. Today, you want to make things ‘easy’ for us. Why the sudden change?”
“Well, because today is cleaning day, and I didn’t want your real mom to--”
“Something’s not adding up.” You see him flinch. “Up until now, all you’ve done is shoving your fingers up my sisters’ pussies. Nothing about being responsible or anything. And now, you’re doing the opposite.” Your voice darkens as you face him. “Be honest. What’s going on?”
“Maybe I was too harsh,” the impostor feebly tries to defend himself. “Alright, so I used you two. Now that I got your mother’s brain, I realize--”
“You had Tina’s brain, and she’s harsher on herself than on us.” You notice he’s spooked, so you smooth your approach. “Look – I'm helping you ‘cos I don’t want you screwing up with our lives, but you’re not honoring your end of the deal.”
“Who says I don’t? I haven’t changed into any of your sisters, no?”
“Maybe, but you’re being shady. Like that thing with the sausages. Or this. I don’t like that you’re wearing my mom, and Claire’s pissy with my older sister ‘cos she thinks you’re still inside her. Give me one good reason why I should keep helping you, or else--”
“Remember who still has the pens,” she reminds you. “You’d do well to behave, or else--”
“You’re gonna make me disappear?” You grasp the hem of your mother’s shirt, leaning towards her in a threatening mood. “We already went through this.”
“I could always ruin your family’s impression of you.” That makes you pause. You even check outside, in case Tina or your father are nearby. “I gave a little thought to what you said. I can’t make you disappear. Not wise. That doesn’t mean I can’t make you the enemy.”
“And you’re telling me this because?”
“Because as easy as it could be to screw you over, I’m not.” The impostor grabs your shoulders with awkward tenderness. “Look - being a mom is kinda new to me, alright? Her mind’s making it easier, but I’m still grappling with the steps.”
“It could help if you were more honest. Like telling me why you are so insistent in cleaning our rooms.”
The startled look suggests foul play, but his motherly sigh muddles your reading. “Look. I didn’t want to distress you, but I think you should know something about your folks.”
You clench your fist. “What should I know?”
“Well, you see...” You realize why you were muddled – he's mimicking your mother too well. “Remember you told me about how you got these pens by accident?”
“Uh...” You nod very slowly. “Huh...”
“What if that wasn’t an accident?” That stuns you. “What if your parents bought this in secret?”
“But why would they?” you ask warily.
“Maybe because they wanted to spice up their sex life. Maybe because they’re bored of being the same people and decided ‘what if we were someone else’?”
“You’re lying.”
The impostor taps his forehead, grinning. “I got your mother’s mind here. For all you know, I’m saying the truth.”
“Or you could be toying with me!” You huff, as he has outplayed you despite your threats. “What has that to do with cleaning our rooms?”
“You said you got them from a box with no return address. I wanted to confirm it.”
“That was all?” You leer at him, your cheeks flushing with hot air. “Why would I lie to you?”
“You told your sister they were your friend’s things.”
“You remember that, but you don’t remember why she learned about them?”
She tilts her head, humming. “No. Not really.”
So they don’t keep memories from other people, you realize. “Well, it was because Claire and I got into a fight and she intervened.”
“And your first thought wasn’t to shut her with a zap?” The impostor shakes her head, grunting. “What an idiot.”
“Well, I don’t go ‘zapping’ someone I care about. Could’ve been a disintegrator ray or something.”
“A what?” The question is followed by a roll of eyes. “Right. Science fiction stuff. Careful and whatnot.”
“So you’re telling me you don’t trust me? And you expect me to believe you despite that?”
“What do you want me to tell you, eh? That I’m looking in case you got a third set? You didn’t believe me when I told you I just wanted to clean your rooms. You even threatened me. But no – I'm the liar, and you’re completely and absolutely honest.”
“I only want you to tell me the truth. No games.”
“I told you already. I wanted to ease things up for you for what I did yesterday.” She grabs your shoulder, snorting. “Hey - don’t think I wanna be an asshole to you.”
“Well, you were just now.”
“Jerk reaction.” You notice her grin, followed by a giggle. “Get it? Because I was a jerk to you?”
Oh, so it’s a pun.
“Alright, so it didn’t land as well.” She pats her hips, wiping her hands. “You still want to clean your room? I’ll do your sisters and mine, but I won’t mess with yours if you don’t want to.”
“Why change your mind now?”
“I noticed we have trust issues. You’re insistent I don’t touch your stuff, so I figured this could work as a peace offering. That said, if you want me to help you, I can always do it.”
“I’ll handle my room,” you insist. “And next time, don’t be so patronizing. Mom isn’t.”
“Alright,” she says, relaxing into a very maternal mood – albeit one caught in the act. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
--
You can’t help but feel that the impostor played you badly. You can’t back off from cleaning your room, which your strained muscles make a chore. Luckily, your room isn’t that messy, and a little wiping and gathering some dirty clothes (including your crusty old sock, a “gift” to your “mom”) do the trick.
After a hot shower and a little rest comes dinner – takeout, as your “mother” argued she was too tired. You’re smack dab in the middle of a pissed Tina and a resentful Claire. It gets worse when you notice the impostor thrusting his tongue inside your father’s, lighting him up.
It revolts you so much that you excuse yourself, and that alerts Claire, as she appears on your room, stone-faced. “Davey, you’re not telling me something.”
“Whaddya want me to tell you? I’m a bit indisposed. Must’ve been the sausage.”
“Well, I’m just as ‘indisposed’ as you--” (She even uses the air quotes, for emphasis.) “--and I’m not that disgusted. Still pissed that some weirdo’s posing as Tina?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Davey, you’re lying to me.” You turn away, but she drags your face towards her. “Tina’s been acting way off. Like, just as pissy, except she doesn’t recall a thing--”
Claire! You gasp. You didn’t tell her about--!
“--about these past days, and she’s not buying the fever thing. Be honest, Davey – that asshole’s not inside her, right?”
You roll your eyes, mortified. “No.”
“Figures. And you’re still pissed, and I’m still myself, and Mom’s been acting weird, so...” She sneers at you. “He changed into Mom, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Goddammit, Davey! You were gonna keep it a secret!?”
“Whaddya want me to do!?” You catch yourself before you blurt out your secret deal. “I also thought it was weird, but I wanted to confirm it. Lots of things didn’t add up, so I faced her once I finished the lawn, and that’s when he told me.”
“But when did he do that?”
“I guess at night,” you say. “While we were sleeping.”
“Figures. By the way, I’m gonna put a lot of heavy stuff on my door. I don't want anyone entering my room.” She kicks the air in frustration. “Why can’t he leave?”
“I’m trying to find a way, but while he keeps the pens--”
“Yeah,” she realizes, groaning. “He could come back. Wish that asshole never put his eyes on Tina.”
“Me neither,” you say, half-heartedly.
“Anyways, I’m gonna figure out a way to get our pens back. Level the ground. Try to distract him, alright? And try at least to have dessert – so he doesn’t suspect.”
Claire’s attitude shocks and frightens you. You don’t want her to get hurt, but most importantly, you don’t want another Tina at your house.
--
The idea that the impostor could be doing things with your dad leaves you sleepless. You go downstairs, figuring it’s a nice excuse. (If anyone asks, you’re thirsty. And, you actually do.)
Your suspicions were well-founded. As you step closer to your parents’ bedroom, you hear suggestive noises. Moans, kisses and hums, and even a few squeaks. You lean as carefully as you can to the half-open door, only to notice the disgusting truth.
Your parents are having a very intense session. And to your dismay, they’re enjoying it. You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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