I don't know what I'm on I swear



「℧」 Mu's Journal - The Wonder of Titties『Ω』


「I've been pretending to be human for some time. Learning their mannerisms, their languages, studying their activities and emotions, taking time to realize differences in different humans, individual capabilities and lines of thought, singular thoughts and common ideals. I have studied the individual human down to a molecular and atomic level, to replicate an outside appearance to live among them. I have picked up my own habits to blend in with the humans and appear not as a threat, so they feel that I'm 'one of their own'. I have made 'friends', seen them fall and love... and even learned what the emotion 'love' was myself, what was once a baffling concept to me, the attraction to another being that was more than physical. I have examined their homes, I have seen the way they treat others, I have watched the way they build and destroy, and despite in all my years of being among Terrans, I can still hardly comprehend one thing about humans. In all the world, I have learned no human is exactly the same, humans, among the many beings I have encountered on this planet, though many, one on top of the other, has this sinister drive to take the life another, and I cannot isolate the reasons.

Their passion for violence. 'Murder' is the Terran Legal term for the taking of another life, and despite it being against the laws of their system, so many people still partake in it. It is interesting and disgusting all the same how they can so freely take lives, but if I am to understand the interest, I will have to do the same as I have done before, and mimic this routine in order to learn it's purpose. I have never before taken the life of an intelligent creature, and so, this will be indeed a new trial for me. I can only wonder how this will change my future on this planet. My greatest hope is that it will not be a negative change.

μ(Mu) - Planetary Cycle (Year) 60 : Solar Cycle 256 ( August 16th ) 」



As Mu allowed the flat panel to fold into itself, the digital screen- a journal of sorts, faded out of light, leaving the creature in darkness again, the only light coming from the glow of the digital clock beside his bed. The blinds had been drawn, he hated sleeping with the light from the street lamps coming in through the windows. His door had been closed, though the cat knew well enough how to pull down on the doorknob to open it if it felt like snuggling with it's owner, whom oddly it didn't feel threatened by. Most other animals did if he ever got too close. He lived in an apartment complex in a technologically advanced city, not that this advanced Terran technology did any good to him. While his physical capabilities made him superior to most Terrans, and his mental capacity was astounding, if he did not suppress the telekinetic bubble his presence emitted at all times, it would disturb all the technology around him, like sticking a gigantic magnet atop it.

Fortunately, his own technology didn't react to Magnets like that, though it tended to short out in the presence of Terran crystals. Unfortunate, but jewelry wasn't exactly cheap, even in a time like this. A lot of it looked very nice as well, if for nothing else, he'd keep one as an accessory to inspire jealousy in his Terran friends. They weren't exactly of the rich sort, but they managed, and they were happy with that. That made Mu happy as well. Even he had a job, because for him to have funds to supply himself without a job would be suspicious, he was a Terran technician. In the time he had to study their technology, he could think of countless ways to apply his own race's advances to Terran applications, but he knew that would be frowned upon, so on a scheduled basis, he and another scientist would make a sort of 'breakthrough' that made the next installment of a certain product possible, without actually making much progress. He made quite the living off of designing computers half as useful as his.

He set the palm-sized panel aside, beside the solar powered digital clock, a small orange bar at the side of the little gray box showing how much stored energy it had, it's full capacity allowing it to run for a week before needing direct sunlight exposure again. He usually opened the blindfolds in the morning to let it charge up anyways. Looking at the clock itself, it was nearly midnight, and at this time, the dredges of society surfaced. Illegal dealings, underground gambling, serial killings, robberies and rapes all took place at this time. If you were an honest worker, being out at this time ill-prepared for a fight could be fatal.

Especially when the ones who killed you knew how to cover their tracks. No one would avenge you, and that was the saddest part of all. That was why Mu chose to go out now. If he was going to kill someone, it may as well be someone who would get a life-sentence to begin with. After the mother of one of his close friends was murdered, the idea of taking an innocent life seemed much less glamorous in the line of his studies. Especially since he had slowly learned human emotion, feeling grief for his friend, who had lost someone so close to him. Jim was doing much better now, but Mu had a feeling that this was a hole that would never truly be filled. That man had a mother complex, and while he didn't look down on him for it, because his mother had also been his lover, it was a much heavier loss.

To help Jim in the long run, Mu had put his abilities to use, and managed to surface enough and plant enough evidence on his mother's killer to bring him in and have him executed. The feeling of grief subsided, and happy he was able to help a friend, Mu even felt good about himself for taking the effort to help Jim. It made him feel as if he were one of those comic super heroes, unable to reveal his true identity to his friends, but able to help them in secret.

Tonight would probably just help those kind of thoughts along. Would he be some sort of avenger for killing a man who took innocent lives? It wouldn't bring them back, but it would stop him from taking more lives. That was more important, but with what he was capable of... he'd be able to make the killer suffer enough for each murder he took part in. Looking to his clock again, Mu saw it was now two minutes past midnight. He would take his shower, and he would go. Normally, dealings like this would continue until a little before four in the morning. He'd have over three hours to conduct his studies.

No reason to smell bad while doing it. He rose off his dark sheeted bed, and crossed his room, opening the door to the welcome mewls of his cat, a small tabby, who walked about his feet and rubbed against him as he crossed through the dark hallway, but for his fiery orange eyes, it seemed a little brighter for him, like a dim light was on. It made it easy to find the bathroom, and when he turned on the light, his eyes relaxed their muscles, no longer contracted to isolate light, like the very cat he kept. Maybe it liked him because they had things in common.

He pulled aside the curtain and turned the stopper knob so the bath water wouldn't run before turning the water knobs, the shower head immediately spraying cool water. It would be exactly ten seconds before it heated, so he turned to the mirror, facing himself so he knew how to tidy up before he left.

He wasn't too horrifying. A handsome young man of twenty, with long and dark-brown hair, one would mistake it for black if they didn't look closely, neatly shaven, with a slim physique, though he often altered his outer shape to appear as if he had been to the gym often. Though, due to his natural physiology, in order to wear this psuedo-human 'skin', he'd have to match it to his height-- so he seemed a little abnormally tall, almost seven feet tall. It didn't bother too many people though, so he was alright with it. He sighed, rubbing his chin, feeling it, wondering if he should allow a small beard, or maybe a little stubble, but deciding against it.

At this point, the water was warm. A little meter on the wall displayed the temperature. Mu ignored it, stepping in without waiting, and sighing as the water hit him. If there was one thing he loved about Terran, it was showers. Those felt amazing. Those, and boobs. He'd never resist staring down a perky pair of breasts.

They were called Perverts, those who weren't above letting down the 'decency' barrier to make lewd remarks or watch girls chests bounce as they jogged. Some peeked on them as they undressed, some touched them inappropriately, and some just didn't know how to shut up about their fetishes. Except for the Fetish thing, Mu was all of those. Luckily, the girls he spent time around didn't mind if he touched their chests (He'd slept with most of them), though he had trouble keeping his remarks to himself when it came to women he didn't know. Of course, he never said this in any of his journals, but no one needed to know that. The purpose of his journals were to broadcast to any wanderers seeking to make a home of Terran things he felt were valuable information for them to fit in.

No one needed to know he wished he could fondle tits for a living. It'd make a great job. If he was a doctor, he'd probably make his living checking for breast cancer as an excuse to touch breasts. So what if he was a pervert? He was a man, and men loved breasts. Well, most did. If they swung the other way, he wouldn't hold it against them, but he'd never understand it. Men didn't have breasts! Though he could completely understand if a woman became lesbian. He LOVED Lesbians. If another woman loved breasts, he'd understand completely why she'd go lesbian. If he were a woman, he'd go Lesbian.
Ah, the wonders of internet porn. Of course, that was before he had friends with benefits.

After his shower, Mu dressed quickly, his hair momentarily gaining life-like qualities, a single example of his true body invading his false one, and forcing the water from it, wrapping about the towel and squeezing the water into it rather than wrapping the towel around it. He allowed it to go about that business, a simple action he'd memorized, while he dressed, pulling on a spare business suit, with a velvet button-up shirt, a fancy dress jacket, dark slacks, and matching dark shoes, making sure to button the cuffs of his sleeve and folding over his collar. With his hair dry, he brushed it back, but as always, out of habit he took two lengths from behind his ears, and pulled them into long pony-tails, wrapping thin lengths of cloth around them afterwards. When inquired as to why he made these pony-tails, he replied with that he had seen someone else with hair like this, but to be honest, it was simply an experiment he liked.

He obviously didn't go to work with his hair like this, it truly did look ridiculous, but in his free time, there was never a problem with his hair like this. Fortunately, he had just taken his vacation leave, with two months vacation days stocked, he had plenty of time to get work done, and he'd never have to go out without pulling down his hair. No one could give him shit about his hair now.

Dressed fancily, to get the common thief's attention, he grabbed his keys, crossed his apartment living room, checking his cat's litter box, water bowl and food bowls, and after refilling the food and water, he rubbed his little tabby behind it's ears, left his apartment, and locked the door behind him, peering down from the fifth floor balcony across from it.

Then he was on the ground floor. He could only hope no one saw him leaping from the fifth floor balcony-- no human would survive that fall, at least, not without breaking every bone in his body, and he'd immediately be suspected of trouble of anyone saw him. Crouched from his landing, he looked left, then he looked right. He looked up at the balcony, and seeing no one, he stood up, satisfied with the result. He fixed his collar, and began down the sidewalk away from his apartment, relaxing his restriction on the telekinetic bubble that expanded from his true body, immediately sending his watch on the fritz.

He went two blocks before he felt the first contact against the edge of the bubble. Obviously someone was already tailing him, which made his job easier. After walking another block, he ducked into the alley leading to the parking lot of another apartment building, the shadow of the building falling over him, away from the bright street lamps, and already, he could feel the thief's silent actions quickening in reaction.

As the thief's knife sank into empty air, he silently muttered profanities. A small ski-mask pulled over his head, it made Mu's job easier to hurt this man, especially since he didn't have to look at his face. His shoes clicked as they met solid ground again, and without even waiting, he pressed into another silent hop, grabbing the man's forearm with one hand, pulling it out, and striking his wrist with the other with enough force to send fractures up his forearm, driving the knife right out of his hand.

When he opened his mouth to scream, Mu's initial reaction was to silence him, jamming his fingers into his vocal cords, pushing into his neck and resulting in a quiet choke. Next, releasing the fractured arm, he turned the man by pushing his shoulder, and drove his fist far into the man's gut. No real need to mask his true strength, since this man would end up dead in only a moment anyways.

The masked thief hit the cement wall with a heavy thud, coughing, and managing to lose his footing before Mu was on him again, grabbing his shoulders, and ramming his knee into the man's crotch with enough force to crush at least one of his testicles, if not both in the process. Then, to keep him from screaming, he slammed him into the wall once more, forcing the wind out of him, the thief's hands automatically holding his ultimately destroyed manhood.

"Wuh-whut the fuck..." The man mumbled, shaking, and Mu frowned. Indeed, he could only think the same of this thief, who was so ready to kill him and rob him. It was time to see who ELSE he had killed. Slowly, his true body's influence crept into this shell, his two pony-tails becoming like long antennae, forming small needles on their end, and slowly, each one rose to the side of the man's head, his mouth twisting open in a silent scream as they drove themselves in, poking into the skin, piercing the skull, and then, rumbling with soft twitches as the electrical pulses of the man's brain rolled into Mu's own body.

It was not the first time he had seen someone's memories, so it was not hard to find what he was looking for, and for each victim he found, his needles drove further into the man's body, releasing their own painful electrical pulses into him. The first racked his head with pain, his first victim was a young mother, whom he had robbed for her purse, but not before thoroughly violating her. His next victim had been the same woman's daughter, who he attacked in her home, the pulse from this reaction causing the muscles in his arms to begin to tighten until it caused the man incredible pain, the muscles pulling on themselves until they tearing, and then continuing to go even after that.

His final victim had been a little girl, who had done nothing to him but look at him funny when he gave her a strange look in the beginning. His lungs would lock up, and he would be gasping for air once they refused to let anymore in. This man deserved to die. The antennae viciously pulled themselves from the man's head, and raised themselves into the air, their ends changing form again, long hooks replacing the needled ends once there. He deserved to die for what he had done, and if he didn't die here, the courts would execute him if they caught him anyways.

The hooks fell, and cleaved the man's body into three neat pieces, blood gushing from open arteries and veins on each side as they fell, the middle piece flopping on itself, each arm and leg folding to their respective sides, gushing blood across the ground messily, and spraying onto Mu's shoes. He looked down, and grumbled, stepping back to avoid getting them any messier.

It was strange.
Killing this man had felt relieving, in a way. Had he released some pent up stress that had bothered him for some time? Or was it the thought that this man would never hurt any women again? He couldn't tell, but he was beginning to understand that these killers had some sort of drive to what they did, whatever their reasons may be. Yet, when they killed those who didn't deserve it, it didn't make it any better.

He'd show these people what they were doing wrong with his own handed down form of principle and discipline. Though, he could only wonder if... the other killers functioned on some kind of twisted thought model like his own. He'd find out tonight.

Leaving the body was it was, Mu turned and began down the street again, not caring to clean the blood off his shoes. He'd do it when he got home. When the corpse was discovered, they'd never be able to explain the way he was killed, and thus, Mu's safety was ensured. No ordinary being could make instantaneous cuts like those.
Of course, everyone assumed him to be an ordinary person, just like the rest of them. He was safe for now.


"Strange."

"What is, Π(Pi)?"

"The other is attacking Terrans, η(Eta)."

"Strange indeed."

"Will you stop him?"

"I suppose. I'll see his reasons, but I'll stop him nonetheless."

"Let us hope he'll stop peacefully."




"Can you see!? Look at those people you killed!" Mu growled at the man he held up against a wall, a young teenager in shorts and a sleeveless undershirt, squeezing Mu's arms tightly with both hands, groaning in pain as the antennae digging into his skull replayed the memories, and quite painfully. Across the room, ripped open bags of a powdered drug whose name escaped Mu lay in pools of blood, belonging to the other young murderers who Mu punished on his way through.

One laughingly tried to jam a blade in his ribs, and the pieces of his chopped up corpse were strewn messily in a long line across the room. Others had pulled out guns, though it wasn't as if the bullets would of done anything more than temporary damage to his shell. His hooks reaped destruction across the room, leaving one to suffer. Yet, Mu laughed at it all. He was having fun with this! Was this the excitement killers had, or was it simply because he had a greater ability to kill than others? The difference in species could have made this completely possible.

"I killed them, so what." The young man with black hair choked out, and Mu spat, eyeing the boy's nose ring. A loud shriek would follow as it was viciously yanked out, and tossed aside. There were three more there those came from, and even one lip ring. Each of those came out, with a satisfying yell or scream accompanying each one, followed by a beg to stop, before Mu decided to end it all, allowing the hooked blades forming from his antennae to impale the boy, and then, rip him in two, the halves of his body flopping to the floor, gushing blood all over it.

The antennae were silent as they reshaped into a harmless form, their layer-scaled forms hanging down beside him, wagging as he turned about, and left the room, treading over messy corpses. He marched out of the warehouse, and continued on into the night, toward the surrounding fence leading to the outside. His antennae shook violently the moment he got near it however, an intense ringing translating through his antennae into his mind as it was detected, and only one thing made that noise.
Mu turned quietly, eyeing the form of a man in the shadow of the warehouse, the ringing originating from his presence, bouncing between them in short bursts. As the two telekinetic bubbles adjusted to the presence of one another, quieting the psychic noise, it became evident to Mu that this man was one of his own.

"So, others did come to Terra then." Mu stated, though in his mind, it was actually an inquiry.

"With your guidance, yes. Your journals proved quite useful in building new lives for us on Terra, Mu." The man responded, stepping forward, into view where Mu could view him better.

He was just as tall, with messy black hair, his lean features augmented by his combed hair, and bright golden eyes, though these were hidden by the hem of a fedora, tilted forward over his head. He wore a suit as well- similar tastes, obviously, though his gray suit, with an inside lining of crimson instead, had a black undershirt instead, the difference in their clothing. Who knew what else they didn't have in common.

"I'm going to ask you politely to stop." He spoke in his light voice, and Mu raised an eyebrow.

"Stop?" Mu inquired, and the man, Eta, shoved his hands in his pockets, a grin spreading into his lips. It was a shame to have to stop him here, he too knew the excitement of a good kill... though, at least he'd teach him the joys of knowing a powerful foe.

"See, with every person you kill, you run the risk of exposing us. You've been thorough lately, but one day, you'll rush it. If even one of your victims survive, we're endangered, and we'll have to leave this planet. You've done a great service, finding us Terra, Mu, but your research can do without this subject." Eta explained, fingers clenching into fists at his sides. He knew how this would go, and he was hoping for it.

"You'll have to make me stop. I'm having too much fun." Bingo. Eta drew out his gloved hands, which tore as a second kind of scaled gloving, an armor, formed over his fists, and raised them in front of him, the sleeves of his suit up to his elbow bursting open as his arms transformed, five fingers becoming three hooked talons, silver scales replacing tan skin, and his elbow bones expanding to allow a single large spike to grow backwards from each elbow.

"So be it." He chuckled. Mu had seen a transformation like this before, seeing as he used it himself. Eta had encroached upon his shell with his real body, and thus changed it's shape, a useful combat method. He'd have to follow suit if he was going to match up with this man, but Eta wasn't about to give him that change.

Before Mu could even begin his change, he leaped across the cemented yard, lifting both hands overhead, and grunting as he swung them down, Mu tossing himself into a roll to avoid being crushed, but being hurled away by the impact of Eta's huge hands anyways, smashing the ground outwards violently when his fists met it, Mu's body rolling over the yard until he spun himself upright, his partially transformed fingers digging into the cement, digging long gashes into it. Pulling himself to his feet, he raised both of his arms, his fingers locking into a fist as his arms began to expand, growing steel-gray colored scales to replace the skin as they grew, his sleeves tearing apart, but as his arms grew, a long crease grew on the upper-side of each of his arms. From them, as his transformation came to completion, a long blade would burst from each of his arms, flat against the back of his arm as it grew out past his hands, extending more than two feet past his hands.

Eta whistled when he saw this, it wasn't very often that he met people with enough control of their forms to generate weapons. Spreading his legs into a fighting stance, he gestured with a single finger, hopping back and forth, his grin plastered broadly onto his face, and seeing this, Mu couldn't help but take this taunt head on, his own grin forming as he lunged at Eta, bringing the blade at his right up in a broad swing.

Sparks flew as Eta bashed the blade aside, scraping along his palm and leaving a thin line across it, throwing out his other arm in a wide hook, which passed right over Mu's head, the crouched man thrusting up his other arm at Eta's shoulder, who stepped aside to avoid it, the blade nicking it, leaving a small hole in his suit. "Tch-" He responded to this with an unexpected move, lashing out with his right leg and slamming it right into Mu's jaw, forcing the man back and up to his feet, disoriented, barely able to bring his swords up in time to stop the next punch from crushing his face, the powerful impact hurling him off his feet, launching him a good five yards before he hit the ground rolling, though he spun up to his feet quickly in a fancy looking back flip, landing crouched, and immediately rushing back over to Eta's position, a new trick ready in his mind. Eta rolled his eyes at Mu's flashy display- then squeaked in surprise as he lashed out his fist, narrowly missing the lowered Mu's face, just before his extended feet took Eta's legs out from under him in a baseball slide.

The moment he was out from under Eta, Mu pushed himself up to his feet, using his blades as crutches and forcing himself off the ground to avoid the other man's wrath, his swinging fists crashing into his former position the moment he rolled over. That gave him an advantage, especially as he fell, his falling blade rolling over Eta's shoulder, the man's heavy attack making it hard for him to roll away before Mu reached him, but he managed to block the following swing, batting away the blade with his opposite hand, and jumping to his feet, Mu automatically putting some space between himself and Eta with a leap at this point.

"You're good." Eta chuckled, rubbing his arm, ignoring the bleeding and pain. In his history of battles, very few got a hit off on him in the first match, simply out of inexperience. This just made things much more fun! Eta laughed, and brought both his transformed fists up, Mu crossing his blades in front of him, and allowing Eta to come to him, crouching low, and when he was in reach, he moved to make the finishing blow. With Eta's fist passing over his head, he dropped low, and aimed high, swinging his blades in a wide arc, in an X across Eta's chest, right over his heart.

If he was smart, seeing the wound, he'd know to stop then. Except Mu had miscalculated. With the size of Eta's transformed arm, the man had barely come into range when he swung... and thus, the large X formed itself in Eta's suit, the ribbons of the coat and undershirt falling away harmlessly in the pause between the two. Then something jiggled. Mu immediately noticed two things in that moment.
First, Eta had no adams apple. He couldn't tell before because of the buttoned up collar of his shirt, but with it gone, he could tell it clearly. No wonder he had such a high-pitched voice. Next, there were tits. Which meant...

"Oh man, it's a chi-"
Eta's other hand came cracking into his jaw before he could finish the statement, Mu spinning through the air like a rag doll before hitting the ground some ten yards away, crumpled in a heap, but ultimately satisfied. Those were some of the finest tits he had ever seen, and one of the greatest contributors to Eta's victories. Half the time, it had been accidental, but when a blow to her top unleashed her dairies, most men were too dazed to pay attention.
At least he managed to get a hit off before ruining her top. Sighing, Eta put her hand on her hip, her other hand clenched into a fist in case she needed to pacify Mu, and approached him slowly, crouching down next to the fallen man, and sighing.

"There, I defeated you. Will you stop killing people?" She asked, and Mu's eyes rolled up to see her, her chest specifically.

"...If you let me touch your boobs." He chuckled, and Eta scowled, standing up and jamming the toe of her boot into the man's rib, Mu crying out and clutching his side, retracting his blades as Eta walked away.

"W-Wait! Don't leave yet!" He called after her as he rose to his knees, waving a hand after her. "I haven't gotten to fully take in your mammaries!"

"Don't make me kick your ass again!"

"N-No, don't do that!"



"I'll suppose it went well?" The young woman in the room asked as Eta walked in, closing the door behind her, and quickly walking into the kitchen, sitting her Fedora on the counter.

"If you count getting fondled well. I got him to stop, but he kept wanting to touch my tits. These things are worth more trouble than good." Eta laughed to Pi, the night-gown wearing girl looking down at her own chest for a moment, and then shrugging.

"What did he think when he found out we live in the same apartment complex?"

"You should of seen his face. His jaw would of hit the floor if it could. Though that isn't a good thing. I don't want to have to see him more than necessary, with that titty obsession of his." Eta growled, opening the refrigerator door, and then closing it again with a half empty soda in her hand, making a note that she needed to go shopping soon.

"I don't know, he sounds interesting to me~"

"Don't even joke like that!"


Mu sighed as he fell into bed again, rubbing his jaw, and smiling.
"What a woman..." He mumbled, letting out another excited sigh, and immediately squealing,

"And what awesome boobs!"

I like the perverted-scientific tone characteristic of this. I see plenty potential in it.


Though the battle between Mu and Eta was only standard fare, until Mu got dazed of course, that's a funny twist on it. The way he analyzed the minds of killers to try and discover what they think was more interesting.

Allen.

You are a God of writing XD I love this :3