Chaos;Child ~Children's Collapse~ 11

Chaos Child 11

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Chapter 11: Claire Coleman 01

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If you move, I’ll have to shoot you.

…!

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[sfx]: Whiff

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[sfx]: Thud

[sfx]: Click

[sfx]: Bang x2

[sfx]: Tink x2

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The next bullet will be going through your skull. Now, how did you get here?
Ugh…!

You… bitch…!

[sfx]: Hah

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--Ah!
[sfx]: Shudder

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Answer me. How did you manage to get here?

…
/ I hacked you.

You?
Nothing I uncovered about you suggested you had such skills.

So it was you who dug into my data.
[sfx]: Puh

A monster-level geek wrote the code.
He expects to hear from me. If he doesn’t, then sooner or later you’ll have him to deal with.

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The Japanese man,
the one Miss Makise knows, I assume.
!

Huh…?!
[sfx]: Whoosh

[sfx]: Crack

You turn to her help *now*, of all times?

…!

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As troublesome as she and her compatriots can be, that changes nothing.

[sfx]: Click
My research is at stake. Nobody will get in my way.

“Research”?
What happened to the pretty little story about the lab you built for the children?

I’ve figured it out. You made Beth panic, back at that party when we first met.

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I found traces left behind in the earphones’ data.
/ That wasn’t an accident. You did that, didn’t you?

…

You knew about that phenomenon of hers.
And that, if she panicked, the elevated stress could get you your precious data.

You’re using Beth to do something. What?
Something to do with Alan, who you got lying next to her? Or is he just another one of your guinea pigs?
/ What the hell have you figured out?

Young lady, you…

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And what the fuck are Gigalomaniax?

No, I have to…!

[sfx]: Vibrate

[sfx]: Place

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[sfx]: Stab
--Ah!

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[sfx]: Vibrate

[sfx]: Swipe

Apologies. Were you in the middle of an experiment?

I was, but it’s fine. What is it?
[sfx]: Step

Mrs. Coleman, we are currently discussing the matter of your disposal.

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[sfx]: Pop

[sfx]: Flick

[sfx]: Puff
…And why is that?

You must know.
/ *We the Committee* seek data concerning Gigalomaniax and D-Swords, not the trifles from the cognitive research lab you use as cover.
Which is to say, your present efforts are insufficient.

You will not be erased… However, we must insist you relinquish authority over all personnel and test subjects.
Including, of course, your son—

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This is MY laboratory!
[sfx]: Punch!

Because we decided it would be yours… But I digress.
We demand results, Mrs. Coleman. Need we say more?

[sfx]: Puff
It’s “Miss.”
/ …You’ll never take Alan from me.

[sfx]: Squish

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I’m sorry, but Claire? Should you really be working?

I’m fine. I can’t afford to take off over just this.

But even so…

I’m only having the child because the higher-ups spouted some patriarchal buffoonery
/ about how only a parent could be trusted with children.

If maternity leave costs me an opportunity, I’d be throwing away everything.

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And you’re okay with this, Mr. Claire Coleman?

It’s her choice. I support it.

You’re making me feel bad for the poor baby!

Rest assured I pity him too.
[sfx]: Ahahaha

I truly cared nothing for him, at first…
[sfx]: Gaaahhhhh!

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Waahhhh!

[sfx]: Grab

Good boy.

Good boy.

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Good boy.

[sfx]: Ratatattat

Mommy, what’s that girl doing?
Who?

She’s right there!

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