Chapter 10.6
(Part 8)
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This "Mama" figment was present in your previous interrogation of Valefor - at the scene of the crime where Aisha caught him - but as odd as her presence had been then, she had largely remained quiet save for humming a bit and being…
handsy with your mental projection within this mindscape. Patting your shoulder and hand, humming absently at the memories of Valefor's actions in Philly that you dragged up; you'd been weirded out by how affectionate she was being to you despite the fact that Valefor's own mental avatar had called out to her for help several times, but she'd she hadn't spoken a word for the brief time you'd been in his head.
But the weirdest thing was that your charm didn't appear to affect her, at least directly; you normally have nearly full control of the mindscape's shape, but a few absent attempts with the POS's primary function to reform the mental 'waiting room' without her did nothing. Instead, you'd gotten the distinct impression she wasn't a part of
his mind, but rather that she was - like you -
simply visiting.
You had noted all this during your debrief, but while it had raised some eyebrows and generated some concern there hadn't been much of an immediate response. Only after it had been passed up the chain of command did you receive an immediate order to return from vacation and give a full break-down of everything she'd said and done. In return, you'd been cleared for an ominous explanation of what little the PRT actually knows about "Mama Mathers."
"Anyone that ever sees her goes insane. Thinkers that even try to observe or perceive her go insane. She is why we haven't brought the hammer down on the Fallen; any attempts at scouting them out risk the scouts' lives, and it's understood now that she knows when she's been perceived so they have enough warning to prepare or move."
Thankfully, the PRT's past track record with Mama Mathers indicates that you would have noticed her trying to Master you by now - you weren't forced into Master/Stranger quarantine, but Director Uriel held you back from going back into his head until this afternoon just to be on the safe side. Still, the general consensus (without Taylor's confirmation) is that your
Industrial Survival Frame is yet again proving to be the most useful defensive Charm in your arsenal.
You feel so many random, light 'ping's against against your
ISF these days that you have to agree.
With all that known, the decision had come down from the Chief-Director to push your advantage… and with everything you uncovered in your quick interrogation last time, your standing order to
'look, don't touch' had been rescinded.
"Not that we can see what goes on in there. Just..." Uriel had sighed, deliberately keeping his eyes on his computer screen as he shooed you out with a wave. "Be careful fighting monsters."
Frowning, you ignore Mama Mather's attempt to take control of the conversation and swipe your left hand in a wide gesture... and
push.
The mountains, the trees, the house, the chairs… even your own avatar's body, it all falls apart and disperses into empty mist that leaves only behind an empty, endless white void. Valefor's mental avatar also loses much of its coherence, his expression fading from anger, to shock, to finally a half-conscious blank stare into the nothingness beyond. Here, now, in the
Personality Override Spike's most primitive, most basic mindscape, only one thing remains solid.
"Ah-!"
The weathered fifty-something woman half-stands, half-floats in the white abyss, the abruptness of the scenery change fluttering her baggy green dress as she tries to 'steady' herself by clutching onto - and into - the shoulder of Valefor's avatar. Her arm find purchase somewhere in his murky form's chest, which she uses as an anchor briefly before casting her head around to look for-
"
You," she hisses, cold blue eyes darting back and forth with a manic hatred. "What're you doin' t' my boy, you
abomination?"
Creating an avatar for yourself had mostly been to make it easy to keep a single point of view, and a scene something for it to stand within. Now, bodiless in an empty void, you're sort of… everywhere and nowhere. It's distracting for
you, but it's probably even worse for
her when your reality-shaking voice comes from all directions.
"ANYTHING I WANT."
Her eyes go wide for a split-second, but then she sneers into the void with a mouthful of yellowed teeth…
… only for the sneer to quickly turn into a wicked grin.
"Me first."
Then she turns, unhinges her jaw, and blasts apart the wispy countours of Valefor's head with a soul-rending scream. The rest of his body quickly follows, with the colors and definition of the hazy avatar billowing away until all that's left is a vague colorless mist in the rough shape of a human where once floated Valefor's self-image.
As her scream dies off, Mama Mathers clicks her oversized jaw shut with a smug, ear-to-ear grin as she turns away from the empty husk of her son to stare out into the void that is you.
"Sorry, dearie. Just needed 'ta discipline 'im first."
...
You don't have a face, but you mentally adopt a flat, unimpressed expression that you make sure comes across in your tone.
"AM I SUPPOSED TO BE IMPRESSED?"
Her grin - and one of her eyes - twitches. She opens her mouth to respond, but you decide that showing is better than telling, here.
Reaching out first through the core
POS Charm, you create a solid glass box around Valefor's empty mental husk - ejecting Mama Mathers' arm from it in the process, sending her spinning away in the void briefly before her image twists and distorts until she's motionless and stand-floating 'upright' again with a furious expression.
"ANYTHING YOU CAN DO…"
Then, since you just watched it all happen, you toggle the charm's
Memory Implantation Surge submod and simply…
rewind.
"I CAN DO BETTER."
You're not one to enjoy teasing people too much - that's Aisha's job - but… you can make a few exceptions here and there. Her rage-filled scream would be making you smile, if you could.
And really, she
should be mad - if she'd done that to him when you
hadn't been in the mindscape, you're not sure if your Charm would have been able to pull off a full restoration of Valefor's mind. If what she did is anything like how the Simurgh twisted Mannequin's mind (and Contessa making you stick your
Spike into a brain in a jar was
blech)? Your Charm can
see if a person's mind and memory has been altered, but… well...
If they don't have a soul and it's not a recent change, your Charm can't really tell what was there
before. You can make guesses based on context, but it's fuzzy at best - Armsmaster was lucky you were
right there, and even then you weren't entirely sure
how much the Simurgh twisted things.
Not that you're going to tell
her any of that, of course. Still, despite the front you're putting up that was probably one of the more terrifying things you've seen. How did she do that? Judging by the little shapeshifting tricks she's doing now, she probably has control of what she looks like - the PRT said people were going insane, seeing and hearing things, sometimes even losing bits and pieces of their memories…
There was definitely no mention of people getting their minds
blasted apart!
Your first plan to deal with her (if she was still here) was based on a faint idea: that maybe wiping out Valefor's memory of his mother might wipe out whatever hooks she has into his mind. But if she just wiped out his
whole brain and she's still here then that obviously isn't going to work as a cure - for him
or for anyone she's affected before-
The screaming, cursing form of Mama Mathers warps and expands, her human body unravelling into a gigantic, nightmarish horror that hurts to look at as she throws herself at Valefor's rematerializing form, passing straight through the box you made and tearing into his mind once again.
… You know what? Forget the other back-up plans! You're jumping straight to the experimental big gun that hasn't been tried yet!
For a brief, split second you focus your intent, causing a copy of your Alchemical body - in Maximum Hotness mode - to materialize next to the massive, reality-tearing horror that is Mama Mathers-
-and then your avatar drives a
Personality Override Spike into
her.
And
pulls.
The
Mind-Ripping Probe submod twists, and in your mind you feel… a hollowness, a
wrongness. One of its functions is to absorb
spirits, not… whatever the Void this
thing is.
You don't care! It's
like a spirit, and you want it gone!
Gritting your avatar's teeth, you can feel the entire mindscape bend and warp around the jet-black spike as you pull… and
pull… and
pull…
For a brief, torturous moment, it feels like you're trying to drag a mountain through a straw-
-and then there's a
snap, a crystalline shattering as something gives way, and Mama Mathers' fractal, fleshy body implodes and disappears into the
Spike with a twisting pull of shattered reality.
Your avatar is sweaty and panting, you feel like you just spent ten hours being tossed around the training grounds by Bladedancer, but at least you…
… wait.
Shards. Oh, Maker, what did you just-?
Mentally, you peer into the part of your soul that's attached to your
Personality Override Spike. There should be… huh? Nothing? Where-
In the back of your mind, in the depths of your Safe Space, a continent of metal slams down with vindictive finality.
PRISONER PROCESSING: COMPLETE
… uh oh.
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