[x] Open a window, toss him out with extreme prejudice.
-[x] Repeat as necessary if he comes back.
You grab him by his neck, slip open a window, and
throw him out. He doesn't fly far, but it's still enough to get rid of him. You slam the window shut, turn around and sigh.
"He has spare bodies." You say. "Killing one of them doesn't solve a goddamn thing...but it does shut him up." You cough. "And it's
cathartic."
Tomo's mom looks at you, then the window. "What...does
he do?" She looks more confused and terrified. "I-I..."
"He offers a wish. A miracle.
Anything." You frown.
"...I...what?"
"M-Mom." Tomo opens her mouth. "Remember-"
"This isn't-!" Tomo's mom interrupts her, before you take a step forward.
"No, she's right. She wished for your husband to come home more, right?!" You turn back. "Isn't it?"
Tomo freezes, before she nods quickly.
"Wait, that was because of
you?" Tomo's dad sputters.
"You...what?"
"That was what she wished for." You say. "...Of course, he fails to mention the
fine print of 'feeling negative emotions and using magic corrupts this, and if it breaks or gets too dark,
you die."
Tomo's mom stares at it, then at you. She's starting to grasp things a bit more...and she doesn't look happy. "W-wait so..."
"You are
killing her. You two? You're making Tomo's home life a living
hell." You clench your teeth, while your mom stews behind you. "You are
literally killing your own daughter."
"I-I..." Tomo's mom switches between being mad, before she goes to disbelief, then to fear, then to regret. "I-I...I didn't know-"
"And it took you
that to realize that treating your daughter like a burden, like fucking
trash, to figure out how to be a proper fucking
parent?!" You hear your mom shout. "You're a fucking
disgrace. You're fucking
disgusting. I can't fucking believe a
cunt like you even got
married, let alone had a
kid. A kid like
Tomo."
You wince at that, while Tomo's mom just retreats a little as your own mom takes several steps forward. She doesn't look defensive anymore. Just scared.
You see Kyubey on the windowsill again. Your toss didn't even stop him for long. He's outside of the window, looking in, with the sunlight casting a shadow on his face.
'Didn't you fail to mention the name of the item?' His smile forms a break in his silhouette. It's almost like his eyes are glowing red in the darkness.
'The trinket is
known as a soul gem, after all.'
[OPTION SELECT]
[] Talk.
[] Get rid of him.
[] Clarify.
[] Try to change the topic. (Roll)