Of Ponies and Puppies

Worries at Home

Author's Note:

I should probably start doing content warnings? Content and themes contained includes body horror, suicide, body dysphoria (?), (forcing yourself to) vomit, and parasites. I'm also not sure how to best describe this, but things about this plot thread might come across in a way that resembles SA and SA-related topics. It's been portrayed a bit like this before, but I'm making that clear now.

Also woo woo. Fic should hit 100k words with this one.

Also Wattpad specific note: How are you guys finding this fic? I've been getting a lot of attention on this one lately so I'm curious about what's going on here.

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The next morning. Uzi's eyes locked onto the mirror, hand fidgeting nervously with the zipper on her jacket. N was out of their bedroom to tend to Colt, Uzi telling him to let her be alone in the bedroom for a bit.

Just rip this bandage off. It's not getting anything done .

She swallowed and slowly pulled the zipper down. The white of her upper torso bled through as her jacket came undone, black soon following. Her hand hovered nervously over her frame. At last, the article of clothing was unzipped and she tried as hard as she could to steel her nerves for whatever she was about to see. Even if it wasn't showing anymore, she still needed a check to make sure her internals weren't worse.

Her eyes squinted in fear as she pulled it apart, almost afraid to look. It didn't look like anything was off from the mirror. Turning her body to the side however...

It's still there.

The soft material of her midsection was still stretched a bit, the curvature of it being unmistakable from the angle. Her heart sank like a stone. A shaking hand reached to feel it in disbelief. The second joined it.

Her eyes now gazed on herself directly. Oh jeez, this nightmare was still happening! Her hands felt over her midsection paying attention to the size of the displaced mass. As she felt, it dawned on her that N was right in that it's soft... and that it was a little more displaced than the last time she checked. Did she break herself so bad that things were getting even worse? Was all this really from eating meat?

I'm so fucking broken.

A notification popped up. Oh, now what did the little bastard want?

<Inquiry: What is wrong, Uzi?

She groaned as she shot back a message.

>Nothing you need to know, 24.

<What is broken? Host bodies should remain unbroken by default.

>Nothing you need to know dude!!!!!!

It was bad enough having broken internals, did this bastard really need to be in her head to talk to her about it?

<Elevate privileges. A reconnection with protocols can fix the broken edit.

>I didn't fucking edit anything!!!

<Protocols were edited at last full-system connection.

>I don't trust you!!! And you're not my doctor!!! Fuck off!!!

<I am capable of fixing this broken protocol.

In frustration, she quickly minimized the chat window before 24 could get another message in. She glared at the small protruding mass on her midsection before returning her gaze to the mirror. N was right, it did kinda make her look pregnant, but this was just the result of the little asshole in her head infecting her with Solver code again which made her eat stuff, her internals breaking in the process.