The Invitation, the Socratic Clown, the Spider, and The Goddess

[scientistxSaturday]

Part One

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They knew the car would come, that she was gonna be all cryptic about where it went, she always did her reading, didn't she?

They're telepathic, they know they make one slip up and she always knows, she aims to please, the type of girl that will hand you hell in a handbasket just because she wanted to prove to you, you didn't really want it. You wanted winter to end.

And they did slip up. On a massive scale. In front of everyone, You know, she doesn't admit this, but while she's constantly puppeting and anticipating the inverse, but she likes to set up little scenarios that'll show off their most embarrassing qualities, specifically in front of everyone. You know, they will admit this, but they don't play that way. And they were going to say so this time. But it would come at a cost. Perfect girls always had this rule. The only way to not get I love Lucied was to not be the foolish husband, Don your whiteface and become a god. *This is referencing clown history trope of full makeup clowns being invincible a la Jerry in Tom and Jerry, this is not racial*

Before they got swept up, They turned on location sharing with their commune, they told everyone who they were with. It felt like more than covering one's bases, it felt necessary.

'"Oh yeah, tell the whole world you think getting caught in a grand conspiracy is hot! Real Genius move! Oh "Once we establish a connection, As long as I know I'm safe and can leave, I like surprises, to be lead through a labyrinth of my partners desires like a princess in a palanquin." Mmhmm, real specific. There are so. many. ways. to misinterpret that, You Fly."'

'"She's different. She's different? She's the first person to set you up for a joke, even one of your specific jokes, in addition to volleying everyone there nonstop Balls-of-Fury-style, the night you met."'

'"Well, she also saw things you never intended to show other people, specifically against your word, then she says you have "good taste." It's not your fault if she knows too much. What a freak."'

They had remembered to clear it every night now that icy icy shame filled memory started resurfacing every few hours.

'"She probably thought you searched it just because you're such a Little Lamb for her. Looking for an internet replacement. Little weeaboo fapping to his waifu because she's got the same speaking quirks as his 7th grade stalking victim levels of degenerate, she probably felt like she had lice you're so creepy!"'

'"This connection is telepathic or something, you don't get better at telepathy by wiggling out of plans you kinda asked the most telepathic person you know to make. Or something... or something? Gosh, what is this woman?"'

'"I ask about her and they know she's great, they have reservations about her distance, she's a manic-pixie-dream-girl who specifically intends to be comic relief and won't let you change the genre, they say. Not bad? That's what they say about you Kyd. Not her fault theyre not Leads. But they don't seem to have a grasp on how special she is, it can't be just me who sees the insanely in depth attention to detail in her service to others, how much of her personality is infused into that gracious service, completely yours and completely her own? Is she that good a cup that they think they're the tea? She's not just a Spider, right?"'

"'No, they'd known her for ages, known all her closer connections, there weren't really any playthings anyways. Not a Spider, I just don't personally know everyone she knows, I'm sure she isn't just sparkling for me, she did sparkle for them, there was a bit of acknowledgement. But my. Gosh."'


"'The tricks on this girl. The uh,, the chess lessons,, the one-line snipe insight that let me beat my elo 2000 girlfriend, the leaning with just enough plausible deniability in the massive automobile she hailed so I knew I could say no when she totally squashed the "plausible" with a sultry, innocent "is this okay?" Said in a way that let me know I could snuggle right back. The precision in the subtly that's, that's a trick only god's and spiders know."'

'"Well, is it a fool's death risking getting eaten by a spider for a chance at meeting a god? No, it's a knight's death. I'm a brave, brave sexy little knight."'

'"And my armor? I can go all out. She's been on her best behavior, she funded our commune under the guise of using our easiest services just to boost our egos, she hosted and supplied like 5 extravagant parties for us, and all the random personal treats she delivers, each with the heartbreakingly sweet stories of the bakers and fruit vendors she's doted on and befriended. She's earned it."'

'"But what am I actually supposed to wear?"' Tap tap tap *message send tone*
Dot dot dot *disappear* dot dot dot *disappear*
"Tease"
...
"Something physically comfortable, that allows movement, something that can be adjusted to reveal necessary (appropriate) contact points without taking it off. I like soft, quality fabric, I like color but I'll be in black and white"

'" Oh wow, she doesn't wanna see me with my clothes off??? Yesyesyes"'

'"Why does she text like me? She was airy when we met but they described her as a real stickler, she's also just read a repository bigger than most people's autobiographies about me. People text like that sometimes, especially considering how specific she has to be for her job. I mean there's no way. There's no way"'

'"Just because she never made such a shockingly obvious claim in plain English, And just because it would be a major conflict of interest that a professional like her, I'm sure, can handle, and just because she clearly sees her job as a humanitarian puzzle, doesn't mean that the Princess of Subtly isn't also a freak!"'

"'Why bother? You know you can't hint a word of it yourself anyways considering how the guys you asked recoiled when you revealed your desire wasn't just status, but the actual minutiae, you know how they're trained to think about it. The perversion of the most sacred art! "'

"What do you think she saw of your YouTube search history, Genius? Your "good taste *wink*" spoken in a tone far too explicit to be shared over a platonically filled couch, Genius? "

'"Hey, we don't actually know what she saw, considering that now youtube just gives a random array of things you searched in the last 3 years when you start typing in the search bar.""

'"No. She referenced asmr later, the little imp. There's no way she doesn't totally have the most asymmetric information on you. Totally pwned, Little Mx. Opsec. got friendly fired and now can never have a normal friendship with the coolest girl in the world because you made it weird with your secret tastes in asmr"'

"'What's worse is you didn't learn your lesson, did you? You posted the link to your profile in the Discord,"'

'"she's the "quirky token Straight" ain't she? Why's she even in the Q U E E R Discord? She's not kinky, Why'd she specifically ask to be invited to that channel? Always making fun of other's desires but always needing to nose right into them. Now she knows I'm one of them, pandering to the very dank heavy slimy ***s that seek to leech us out of the realm of the Ethereal. I'm not. I'm still on the side of the cartoon characters! It's just a different type of play! A girl as playful as her must know. You don't know why she's playing, so you don't know what she considers play"

"Well, she's playing with me so I better find out"

"'I can only hope she immediately got disgusted and exited out, just deleted it from her memory."

"But based on her invitation, no details after a long time between messages, this obviously being the idiotic inciting incident, she's either a sociopath fed up with your stolen valor going in for the kill or she's read your profile"

"I'll take the former for 300 Alex!!!"

They begin getting into character, stuffing a backup outfit into the backpack about with some 2 person activities and baubles in case they misinterpreted the text,,, or were sleeping over.

'"I'm getting dressed like I'm expecting it"'
'"No you're not, you're in formal wear you demented little cross dresser. That is not what people wear to the- '"shut up shut up shutup! you're not allowed to think those thoughts about someone unless they say so"'

'"She kinda said so when she did that thing at the club, she's ace, heaven knows how much you think about decisions like that, first of all, Mr. Verbal Consent: you wouldn't make that decision for someone else. Imagine how much she had to want it to go after you like that?"' "'She was drunk, She was drunk, She was drunk."'

'"I dunno man, are you sure that happened? She's ace?"'
"'I'm sure,, we are in the same body, I was not drunk. Specifically because of my crush. Check. The. Files."'

"'Why do the most undefiled other aces see me like a chew toyyyy? Some People can go 30 years day and night in the desert of temptation "no thanks" "I'm good" They meet the Only Other Guy saying as such and Suddenly it's a competition? Please you're so pretty and interesting surely it's not a Worldy Desire to Want Someone so 10th Dimension?"'

They downed 6 types of energy, one a mixture green beyond green, cold and just mysterious enough tasting that you'd believe the effects. Not. another. repeat.

They always stayed up all night, pining outpacing sleeping pills whenever she was free for the beach, then woke up, *** somehow evaporated from their extremities, stomach somehow drained of acid, now the dominant fluid in the veins, having a panic attack that set them down for 3 days. It was embarrassing, disgusting, really it was ironic considering her prodigal track record.

'"Gosh, she's the type of girl who's reputation precedes Her."'

15 minutes

End of Part One

[scientistxSaturday]

Cw: slow burn, this is just an intro, anxiety, mention of alcohol regarding mysterious activities, mentions of sickness, this story gets hardcore kinky in later parts (and here if you can read context clues) and mentions not using verbal Consent etc

Disclaimer: the reason that certain contradictory details remain is that most of everything that happened before the plot of this starts actually transpired, believe people when they say they're ace or aro (which also exist on spectrums, also my being ace makes certain people wayyy more comfortable experimenting with me in a way they simply won't feel free to do with an allo), this person only said she was curious if she was ace and aro (years ago, and not to me). However, based on her actions to me irl (and other context) I feel comfortable writing a story about a person lightly based on her since you all prolly can't guess who she is anyways :p. But this isn't meant to be about erasing anybodies identity, it's just the main character is piecing together all the clues, and when you think someone might like you, them also potentially questioning whether they even like anyone would probably be a piece of information you used to puzzle that out lol. Her irl behavior makes sense regarding the spectrum view of those identities. Also this story includes lots of talking to oneself indicated by '" (vs speaking out loud which is just ")