[X] Remain perfectly still and hope your father doesn't notice you. He probably will, but maybe it would help remind him that you were kinda throwing up a couple minutes ago? Hitting you now might make it even worse.
Your father continues to stomp around the room. You belatedly realize that you don't actually know whether or not Kyubey can telepathically speak to nearby people without you overhearing. If he can, he could be saying all sorts of things to your father and you wouldn't even get a chance to defend yourself.
After an unusually loud
thump, your father speaks once more.
"Don't go
anywhere. Understand?"
He slams the door shut behind himself, leaving you alone with your nausea and stomach pain.
After fifteen minutes, your father still hasn't returned.
Kyubey crawls out from under your bed and curls up on top of you. You roll over and force him to switch to your hip. His weight wasn't helping your stomach calm down.
"That did not go as I anticipated. I apologize for angering your father."
"I told you so."
Kyubey doesn't respond, instead choosing to roll over onto his back. When he returns to an upright position, a small, dark sharp is left behind.
"What do you think of this?"
Your mouth speaks before your brain catches up. You instantly regret speaking aloud.
"It feels wrong."
It isn't nearly as awful as the feeling you first had when you saw a witch, but you can't help but feel like the object is heavily connected to the eldritch abominations. When you turn away and focus on an empty spot on your wall, the feeling goes away.
"Interesting."
When you turn back to peek at the object, it's already gone. You assume Kyubey stuffed it in hammerspace or something similar.
"Your hesitation is unnecessary, but understandable. The effect of grief on your thoughts tends to be heavily over-exaggerated. There is a good chance it wouldn't be nearly as awful as you seem to believe it would be."
"I don't care," you stubbornly respond.
"There's more to the soul than just thinking."
"The object you just saw is known as a 'grief seed.' You may consider it the corpse of a witch. Upon placing it in close proximity to the soul gem of a magical girl, it will attract and remove all grief from the inside of said soul gem. You may use grief seeds multiple times before they are filled up, so why not simply use them often in order to minimize the amount of corruption inside of your soul at any given time?"
...Now you
really don't want the gunk in your soul. If that's what concentrated grief feels like, that means you'd have a lesser version of it growing inside of you. That's just disgusting.
Of course, you could be wrong. The unnatural feeling could just be in your head or due to the witchiness, not any grief inside the seed.
You're still pretty annoyed with Kyubey, though. You're having difficulty accepting the idea that he might have angered your father by complete accident. Maybe you could wish for him to
actually help you? You'd need to be careful with phrasing to make sure you didn't overstep your potential or ruin his attempts to help humanity, but having the mascot of all magical girls on your side could be useful.
You could wish to be a better singer, for you to know what you need to do to make your parents happy, for your voice to heal people, or any number of other possible wishes. Your imagination is the only real limitation... Okay, maybe not. You'd also need to be careful to not overstep your potential, but you've heard of a lot of girls wishing for some pretty major things. Like removing the entire world's supply of WMDs. Provided, the countries in question just made more, but you're pretty sure that magical girl is still alive.
[] Tell Kyubey to go away and stop bothering you. Politely, of course.
[] Make a wish.
(will initiate another vote for what wish will be made)
[] Ask Kyubey some more questions.
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[] Rinse out your mouth and throat so you can start practicing your singing, then do so. If your father comes back and finds you doing it, he might be a little less inclined to be upset with you.
[] Just rest until your father comes back. It's been a long time since you were allowed to have a sick day...
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