Gyosu picked up the small shoe out of the box.
A blue and white sneaker. From the robot design and small smudges to the worn-out parts of the sneaker, everything was replicated just like the one that the young boy in the mory had been wearing.
This is really well made.
Well, it was supposed to be the last resort against the monster when it showed up in the middle of the Do. We logged in the mbers who saw their last mories into GG, then used magic scrolls that projected mories and recorded them as videos. Its the key to the guy whos sowhat considered a strategic weapon, so its natural that we put a lot of effort into it.
[Guuurhh. uuuhhhh.. aahhhhh]
Its physical form, covered in various different scales of shoes, lted down, and the hidden true form of Old Picture made its appearance. The form of a man with horrifying burns, just like the final mories of the monster.
Its been a while since Ive seen that. I think its the first ti since the last play that Ive seen its true form.
Kind of hard to say that this is the true form. In a way, all three of its forms were based on its mories.
The cluster of shoes carrying around the three dolls. The massive top half of a giant when on a rampage. And the current form it was inthe horrifying last monts of Dojin Kim. There were many Type 3 mutants that changed their forms depending on their abilities, but none changed as drastically as this one. The last monts of the hostthe form that the host saw themselves in during the mont of their deathcouldnt be that drastic after all.
There was one reason why Old Picture beca a Type 3 mutant with such various, unstable forms.
It could be called a sort of. dissociation. In the last monts, Mr. Dojin Kims mories were divided.
He confird the truth with his own eyes. The deaths of his wife and son.
Dojin Kims mind shattered into separate pieces from the shock. As a result, it separated into a mind that was denying reality, a mind that escaped from reality and wished to live in an illusion, and a mind that stopped that day when he cried out of despair while hugging the hand and ankle of his son.
Three mories existed in one mont. That was why Old Picture was in such an unstable state. Even then, the reason why they all managed to stay as one being was that although each mind interpreted the situation in different ways, what they all strove for and what they all wanted were completely the sa.
Tss, tsssk
Hahhhh
Within the bitter silence, the sound of Ians lighter quietly rang out into the air.
This is why I dont like talking about the old days. Nine out of ten old stories in the Wastelands are either sad or violent.
Ian spoke as he looked at Old Picture, Dojin Kims third form, trying its best to raise its body up from the concrete ground with its deford body.
Thought it was a monster, but it was just a dad that went crazy. Just like the ones you see in refugee camps.
Right. Thats the reason why it settled down here and let out those sa psychowaves for years.
[Ahhh, ahhhh. auhhh.uuuunn..uuuuunnnn.aaauuuummm.]
Even as weakened as it was, the mories still managed to make it into their minds. A small boy smiling brightly as he held onto his fathers hand and the extensive emphasis on the childs shoes that ca with the static.
[Euuuuhhhh.. eeeeeehhhh uhh..s..seeeeuuuuu.u..hhhhh..]
With blisters and pus oozing out of his body, Old Picture crawled all the way to the group and raised up the shoe that he had been holding preciously in his arms.
Hepburn. Is that?
Yeah. Its that. Please, help find my son. He looks like this, hes about this tall, and hes wearing the sa blue shoes as this one. Please help . The last mories of Mr. Kim Dojin. Even if he denies it over and over, when he arrives at the spot where he died, the critical point, this mory suddenly takes over and shoves him out of his happy dream and into the cold reality.
For several years, the psychowaves of the monster that rang out throughout Area 47 were neither hostile nor friendly, but rely the desperate cries of a voiceless father that was looking for their son.
Mister. That was the plan all along for Old Picture, wasnt it? The street wasnt made to calm it down, but.
Yes. It was to make it think that its delusionsthe ones of the monster that searched for the childs shoewere the reality. Before they made the model garden, Old Picture spent most of its ti as the massive giant. The original plan for the Executive Departnt was obviously to eliminate the thing, but after looking at the mories of the thing, soone who was part of the operation and is currently the Director thought otherwise. Its objective had been clear. Apparently, they thought that, based on its odd behavior of collecting old shoes and its lack of interest in attacking, separate from how strong it was, they would be able to control Old Picture sohow.
I knew it. So if they really left it alone, it would have.
At so point, we accepted one side as reality. If that was the state it had first been in, most likely, the reality was that his son died. But since that state was highly dependent on the traumas of its reality, the Do decided to strengthen the side with false illusions. Well, the results can be proved by the peace Area 47 has had up until now. They made the street and showed it to people from the Old Tis, who walked around as if nothing happened, and they handed it three mannequins that looked just like the family it wanted so much to see. Why? Whats with those expressions?
Manager Mon, that.. sounds a little sty.
Exactly. Its rotten to the core. You saw a poor father going around asking, Have you seen my son? and instead of telling him the truth, went He should be here around sowhere~ to give him false hope. What else would you expect from Do bastards?
Ian and Ezel must have felt slightly personal about the current situation, looking at the way they emotionally responded to it. But unlike them, Gyosu could sowhat understand the Investigation Bureaus perspective as well.
They had no other choice. I dont like the Do, but I do agree that the choice to trick Old Picture did result in saving a lot more people. A dead man thats beco a monster or the safety of Area 47. Looking at it from the perspective of soone higher up, its clear which one was more important.
It was so-called for the greater good. A sacrifice for greater peace. It was definitely a great choice for the current reality
But it sure is a sty great choice.
Gyosu never liked those sorts of honorary quotes. The ones that shot poison into his mothers body would have been making those sa excuses as well.
If the Do puts a dog leash on that thing and kills more enemies, its saving that many more people who depend on the Dos peace to survive, so its the right thing to do.
What kind of bull is that? Its already hard to tell good from bad in this world as is, and if everyone made an excuse like that for what they did, everyone would be on the good side.
Doing sothing that causes another person pain is bad. Even if they dont feel guilty, they should at least be aware that what theyre doing is wrong. That was Gyosus principle.
And when he looked at it from that perspective, what the Do did to Old Picture was ultimately a bad thing. Until now, he just let it be because he also benefited from it.
Lets let him go now. This guy, hes worked for Area 47 tirelessly for the past few years.
But he still felt a little pang in his heart when he passed by him sotis.
In the hands of the lting man, a shoe identical to the one in his other handthe other side of the pairwas placed in it.
[..]
There was no cheer, no cry, no sound. The continuous moans that slipped out of his mouth rely stopped, and like the eyes of a blind man who saw the world for the first ti, he looked at the blue sneakers, which at last beca one complete pair.
Old Picture, Dojin Kim, held the shoes of his son preciously in his arms and slowly, but surely, walked towards the mannequins sprawled on the ground.
Onto the mannequin of the boy they recreated just like the mories the man slipped on the sneaker he held onto so dearly, along with the new one he received.
And finally, the scene he had wanted to see so much was completed. Old Picture took hold of the hands of his wife and his son, who had regained his shoes, and took one step forward.
The mannequins of the wife and son collapsed helplessly. And as if flesh lting down could have an expression, the sad, yet satisfied, yet bittersweet expression of Old Picture also collapsed down slowly.
Clack!
Clatter!
Splsh!
As if by plan, the three figures fell down as they faced the setting sun.
Like ash that drifted away with the wind, the lted parts of Old Pictures body broke down into smaller pieces and started to disappear. Together, the mannequins of his son and wife were with him.
Their situation was as urgent as ever, but not a single one of them could take their eyes off the solemn yet hollowing sight.
Happy Blind in Area 38, those religion people dont call the Type 3 mutants mutants.
Ahem, hm! Then what do they call it?
Lingering spirits.
That sure is the right word to call them.
Dojin Kim and the mannequins he was hugging, the giant that cried out in desperation and grief, and the flesh connected to the countless shoes and illusions all disappeared as dust in the breeze.
What was left in the spot after the winds blew past were the remaining shoes and the male mannequin, who had acted as Dojin Kim.
Type 3 mutants are beings that live to finish the last mory of their host as they want it to end. Maybe when the image that Old Picture, Dojin Kim, wanted so much to see was completed, everything that had been built from that mory disappeared with it.
Thats probably because this guy was an odd one. The other Type 3 mutants create their bodies off of completed mories. According to the Administrative Branch, because Old Pictures body was created off of unstable mories, when the mories, or goals, are completed like that, the viruses who now lost their goal are going to leave to find a new host. Old Picture created its body off of just mories of the past; it didnt manage to create a consciousness. I think maybe thats why he disappeared, like that.
Aw, mister. He didnt disappear completely. Look, there he goes over there.
Huh? Where? I dont see anything.
A manager from the Do must not have lived kindly, so you cant see it. Even I can see it. Over there. The three of them are walking back ho together.
Ahem! Hm! Damn it, bloody hell! The ash ash must have gotten into my eyes. Its just the dust, thats why.. sniff!
Ewuhuahhhhhhhhh! Goodbye, goodbye! Father! Live a better. happier life now!
Gyosus group, Ezel, and Ralph all took a mont of silence to pray that Old Picture has a safe trip. As a person living in the Wastelands, they never knew when the form of that sad man would beco themselves. It wasnt just an unrealistic fairytale to them.
.Alright! The end! Lets get moving, everyone!
Yes. We dont have ti to stay emotional. We let Old Picture free in order to keep our backs safe in the first place, so all of this becos pointless if were late to the battle.
Being sad was being sad, and being busy was being busy. If they were late for sniffling around, then there were going to be even more things to be sad about in the future.
Euahhhhhh, does does anyone have tissues?
Just blow your nose into your hands and wipe it off. We dont have any ti to waste like this.
Phhhhhhmp!
Gyosu Park, you heartless bastard.
Youre the one whos too emotional, Ezel.
After slapping his old online friends head in the back, Gyosu turned his eyes to the rest of the group.
Soone give so water. I, the dust that got into my eye issniff!making tear.
My, my. Its even worse here. Is there a faucet turned on inside of his tear ducts?
Ian, you too, you bastard. You cry a lot more compared to how you look.. is this so kind of male nopause?
Argh, you try and get married and have kids! You cant help but cry looking at sothing like that once youve had kids of your own! It feels personal!
Ian shouted aloud as he aggressively rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his uniform. Just as Gyosu paused at the sohow aningful words
Had? Jaw, did you?
Hey, Vex!
.Oh, right!
Vex insensitively asked the question to Ian.
Thankfully, Ian must have dulled out the feeling over ti or accepted those feelings, as he responded with a calm voice.
No, its fine. Its all in the past anyway. I had a daughter and a wife. Theyre all dead now. Lets talk about it later. For now, take these, you two.
Whish
Clack!
This is
AK-47. Its one of the few that survived when the truck exploded. They each have just one magazine loaded, so use it for ergencies until we go get more.
Waving off his story as if it were no big deal, Ian threw Gyosu and Vex guns with slight scorch marks on them. Looking at that, the IB manager, Ralph Monclair, looked at the group with a stunned expression.
Wait. So youre telling that youre participating in the war against the Raptors? With just a single assault rifle thats basically broken?
Why state the obvious? Mr. Mon, then, are you planning on leaving us here?
No, its just, why bother? Old Pictures been dealt with, and the citys defense systems are running normally, so unless the entire nest cos to attack, were more than capable of handling the situation. BDSM has already done its job. Even if you dont participate, the Do will still compensate you accordingly.
You can quit the BS now. We dont have all day here. And what do you an by accordingly? Do you think were so sort of accordion? Everyone knows that the Do can defend against a dozen troops of the Raptors under normal circumstances. Of course, if a Swarm Alpha-level guy cos with their bodyguards
Cough! Aghack!
it may be a different story, but theyre too big of a deal to co in with a surprise attack like this. Ian, whats wrong this ti?
N-nothing, just got sothing stuck in my throat. Dont worry about .
Thats weird. Anyway, its safe to say that the Raptor buddies that are blazing their way here are as good as defeated already.
Hm, so what youre saying right now, Gyosu Park.. is that because theyre already dead at, so you want in on the goods?
Wouldnt you say that the achievents of the BDSM caravan are more than enough to get a share? If it werent for us, the Investigation Bureau people would have been risking their lives fighting Old Picture, and wouldnt have known that the Executive Departnt was planning sothing fishy and get completely obliterated. Getting a share of the rewards is obvious. What Im requesting is that you agree to let us keep the spoils we gain during battle.
Vwooom clunk!
The Exosuits that held a total of five people raised their bodies.
Gyosu, you bastard. whered that depressed ace killer go? All that I see now is a businessman.
And youve beco a politician, mister. Dont try and leave yourself out.
Its not like that! Im actually concerned that your people are going to get hurt! It would be our pleasure if able-bodied people like you guys helped us out!
Vwwwiiiim!
As the batteries in the Exosuit provided power, the transparent blue shields went up, and the machine vibrated with energy.
Fine, alright then! Im the idiot for worrying about the guys that won against a Type 3 mutant with a single truck. Ill open the armory of the Executive Departnt, so get what you need and co out to the field. Well let you budge in.
Ooohhh! Mr. Mon! You promised! Anything we take from there is for us to keep!
I ask you to keep it at a reasonable level. I already have a skyscraper of reports to right just with Old Picture alone.
Gyosu barely listened to the rest of what he said. They gained permission. Not from a lower official like Ezel but from the Investigation Bureaus manager to have permission to take loot while battling against the Raptor Society. Of course! They risked their lives and neutralized a Type 3 mutant for them and basically saved their entire city; they should get at least this much!
Heheheh. Hey, Ian. You heard that? We now have official permission to take the Raptors cars.
Keheheh. I heard it loud and clear. The Dos weaponry storage and the Raptors vehicles.. Yeah. I invested my number one possession into this. That should about balance out the costs.
Keehee! The Do! The biggest compilation of the Old Tis culture and valuables! Its every Scavengers dream to loot the place at least once in their life! A war, you say. Theres nothing as chaotic and confusing as a war. No one would notice if one or two valuables disappeared. kehee!
Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk!
Uh hey, Manager Mon? Are you sure this is okay?
What is?
Its just.
Looking at Gyosu and his group grinning mischievously behind him, Ezel couldnt help but feel nervous.
Gyosu had swept the Reedflow Mage Tower clean and laughed joyously, buried under the loot he gained inside the ga. For so reason, that scene continued to play over and over in Ezels mind.
Reasonable.. a reasonable level, you say of course, mister. Reasonable is nice heheheheh!
I think he made the wrong decision.
Trying to think of what could be considered reasonable for the people who obliterated Old Picture with just one truck and three people, Ezel let out a deep sigh.
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