Chapter 154 Me, Myself, And The Duck

Once we were outside the shop, I walked away from Firaga's workshop with her following behind me.

The blade in my hand didn't feel different than it had before, but the Demogorgon had me worried. Better to get any kinks worked out now rather than in the middle of a fight.

"This should be good," I said when I was about fifty feet from the entrance to Firaga's shop.

"Alright, let's see if you turn into a two-headed monster!" Firaga giggled as she stood off to the side.

"Isn't it supposed to be? I hope you don't turn into a monster?!" I asked with a frown and the corners of my mouth, but that made her laugh more.

"Just try it out. I do have a sword that needs me to beat it!" Firaga said with a grin, her girlish giggles calming down.

I smiled and turned to face the sword I was holding in my big hand. I willed the sword to change, and then my mind started to get pulled at.

At first, it was just a slight tug, like two opposing thoughts, but then it increased, the ideals becoming more radical. It was like the weapon was trying to split my mind in two, along with my personality.

I groaned and leaned forward as the feeling started to overwhelm my mind.

"Daniel? Are you okay?" Firaga asked, her voice like a beacon.

"Just give me a minute. This thing is a monster that is trying to rip my mind in two, but I already am in two!" I roared, and my second consciousness slammed into my mind.

My Vision was filled with numbers, adjustments, changes, and other options that my other half normally took care of. I was seeing the different processes that it was going through in my subconscious with every action that I made.

The pull had stopped, and it didn't try again, but the sword in my hand was something that was beyond strange. The blade was covered in pointy teeth, and the rest had deep reddish purple flesh, with what looked like a closed eye at the top.

"You did it! And you only have one head! Bonus!" Firaga laughed as she came over to stand beside me, looking at the strange weapon in my hand.

"Yeah, it tried to do that, I am sure, but I am already split in two. Once it figured that out, it stopped trying. Now the blade can consume my foes to get stronger. Not a bad little item, but I don't know if I want to see it consume something," I said as I held it before me.

Firaga ran her hands over the raw flesh, and the eye at the top of the weapon opened. Firaga stepped back in shock, and the blade curved over and bent down to make a nightmare-looking Pac-Man.

"Why am I like this?" The blade asked.

"You can talk? This is interesting," I said, reaching out to stroke the blade, but it flinched back from me and growled.

"What are you?! Unhand me!" the blade growled.

"Sure," I said and dropped the sword, and Nightmare Pac-Man hit the ground.

"Where are my legs?! What is the meaning of this?!" The blade roared.

"You are a sword, or part of one, and my weapon. My name is Daniel, and I am going to be your new master," I said, picking up the flailing blade.

"I am a slave to no one! I'll kill you myself!" The blade roared and tried to bite me, but Firaga slapped the blade so hard with her open hand that it flew out of my hand, even breaking the chain.

"You are a fine one to talk to! You had better listen to Daniel, or I will be putting you back into the molding pile of System to be thrown into the Gacha!" Firaga growled as she walked over to the sword.

She tried to pick it up, but the swords snapped at her and bit her arm. I just laughed a hearty belly laugh as the Nightmare Pac-Man's teeth smashed like glass on the rock.

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"Wy Teefh! Hwhat did hoo do foo to my teefh?!" The blade cried, and Firaga slapped it in the eye, making the blade scream out again and reel back.

"How dare you bite your creator?! I should just turn you back into scrap metal for that!" Firaga roared, and I grinned with my eyebrows raised.

"You fucking tell him, babe!" I laughed, slapping my knee.

This was great. I love seeing Firaga get worked up, and this ignorant bade had no idea who it was messing with.

"You can't create me! I am...," The blade roared after its teeth grew back but trailed off. "Who am I again?"

"A spoiled child that is about to get his ass beat like a red-headed stepchild if you don't start listening to my little burning fire here!" I laughed as I came up behind Firaga.

I encircled her in my arms and tried to kiss her cheek, but she ducked out of my arms.

"Get away from me with that old man's body! If you want to get cuddly with me, you had better be wearing your own skin!" Firaga said and then booted the Chimera blade that was about to bite her leg, sending it tumbling.

"Ah, yah, yah, ya, stop hitting me!" the blade screamed as it bounced off the ground.

"Oops! Sorry, babe! I forgot that I was still in this body!" I laughed, and I closed my eyes.

Once I was back outside with my normal body, I asked Mr. Tree to take Kratos back, and I walked over to Firaga and the Chimera Blade. The two were arguing, so I just slipped up behind her like before.

"You are going to do as you are asked, or I am going to start using you as a hammer!" Firaga growled as my hands slipped around her waist.

"I am a grown-ass blade! I do what I want! You aren't my dad!" The blade spat back, and Firaga turned to me with an angry look and kissed me.

"Beat this arrogant child, please," Firaga growled, and I kissed her back and squeezed her ass.

"Yes, bab, let me have a go at him," I said, and her frown disappeared.

Firaga kissed me with a smile this time and turned in my arms to cuddle with me. I wasn't sure why, but she really liked when I used fun and cute nicknames like Babe, Bab, Honey, or Cutie.

"I am going to go back inside before I melt the stupid blade into scrap! I love you and thank you for coming to see me. I know that you are busy, but I would be willing to rest if you came to rest with me sometime," Firaga explained, giving me an adorably cute face that I had to kiss.

"Yes, Sugar. I love you too! I will try to make time in the near future. Promise," I said, giving her a deep and passionate kiss.

Firaga broke the kiss, scrunched her face, then pecked all over my face, and then broke from me. I watched her run back to the shop with a warm smile and then turned back to the blade, the smile fading.

"Are you done acting cute?" The blade asked me.

"Are you done being a self-absorbed prick that needs a muzzle?" I asked.

"You know why I am a prick? I just figured it out now that I can see my reflection! I'm an asshole because I am part of you! You are me, and I am you! Now put me back inside!" The sword yelled, and I blinked in surprise.

"Really?! Wait, this is sus," I said, narrowing my eyes.

"You are sus, and your favorite color is green!"

"Wow, it's blue," I lied, but that could be a lucky guess, and I wouldn't give this thing an inch.

"No, it's not!"

"Listen, Flesh-Man, there is no way that I would try to bite myself. You can bullshit your friends, and I will bullshit mine, but let's not call a chicken a duck," I said as I picked the blade up.

"I was confused, and you are the one that is full of shit! You know that we have always loved green because it is the color of growth!" The blade growled, narrowing its eye on me.

"Fine, you got me there. So, you really want to go back to sitting in the background doing processes? That doesn't sound like me," I said suspiciously.

I still was not convinced that I had actually put part of my own consciousness in here. Mostly because it was too hard to believe that this dick was part of me.

"Yeah, because we always wanted to save the fucking world? We always wanted to do things for people that don't appreciate it, right? This, "I'm gonna save everyone," is all we have ever been, right? I am the fucking chicken; you are the duck that is pretending!" The blade snapped, and I just stared at it.

"Son of a bitch, you are me. Fine, I get it, and I am not trapping you in here. I will put you back inside," I said, suddenly feeling heavy.

"Wait! Don't be so hasty! This might not be such a bad thing. You seemed to have forgotten who you used to be, and my words hit you. That means we are different now. Maybe you need me to remind you that you are not an actual Hero. We are so much more than that, and that is why so many people have always trusted us. I will remind you of that," The blade, myself, told me.