Hey, hey people, Kel here! And *boy* has shit hit the fan since we last talked.
For one—it's been a few weeks since my close encounter with Furfur. Yes, that's his name. Pretty *fitting* for a demon that looks like a reject from a furry convention, I'd say. Since then, I've regulated my time outside the base to daylight hours only. Anything after sunset? I'm staying in my base where I'm safe, happy, and *not* getting mauled by cryptids.
Moving on—I finally got myself a Kerfur unit! And it *has* helped a lot with server maintenance and all that boring shit. But it's also annoying as hell because it keeps bumping into me like an attention-starved cat. Which... I mean, it literally *could* be a cat, so fair enough.
Right now, I'm standing in front of a workbench with all the parts I need. One of them—a radioactive capsule, because *of course*—I've wrapped in tin foil. Along with myself. Especially around my crotch. I made sure to triple-wrap the goods because my Geiger counter is going absolutely *apeshit* and I'd like to keep my future kids viable, thanks.
> *[Author's Note: Yes, he's basically wearing a tin foil diaper with armour. The mental image is as ridiculous as you think.]*
You might be asking, "Kel, why are you still standing next to the spicy death rock?" Well, because I have zero faith in tin foil physics, and I already jacked my body full of what the company calls "heavy meds." Basically, I'm speedrunning radiation poisoning with pharmaceutical backup.
I also had to dig up that bleeding cursed Kerfur and put it out of its misery. The second it popped out of the ground, it started spewing blood everywhere and trying to murder me. So I gave its soul back to Satan by beating it to death with a shovel while it was down.
*RIP Cursed Kerfur.*
You were a horrible abomination, but your parts will live on.
Now I have everything I need to upgrade this bumping-into-me machine into an Omega unit.
"Meow."
It says in what I *guess* is a cute voice.
*Sigh.*
"Yes, yes, 'meow,' Kerfur. Now get over here."
It drives over and I lift it up, hit the power button, and plop it on the table with everything else.
"Now, how do I combine every—"
Before I can finish, a screen appears in front of me. Like, actually *in front of me*. Floating. Blue. Very sci-fi.
Three options:
• **Combine**
• **Disassemble**
• **Reassemble** *(greyed out)*
"Well, that's convenient and terrifying. I'm assuming I can't use the last one since I haven't disassembled jack shit yet."
I click "Combine" because why the hell not? What's the worst that could happen?
> *[Author's Note: Famous last words.]*
Immediately, all the parts start floating off the table like some Harry Potter bullshit. My Kerfur and the dead one begin coming apart piece by piece while the metal scraps I collected start *melting into liquid*. The radioactive capsule is glowing green and emanating heat like a tiny nuclear reactor.
*God—no, actually Satan—if you're listening, please let me keep my dick functional. I still want kids someday.*
In a split second, everything collides in the middle with a blinding flash. After the light fades and I stop seeing spots, my Geiger counter has gone quiet.
And sitting there, in a fetal position, completely powered down, is an Omega Kerfus with blue stripes.
"Ha... hahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"YES! I KNEW I WASN't ALONE! Thank you, mysterious game mechanics, for giving me this gift!"
Wait. *Hold up.*
"If my cheat ability is interacting with game UI elements... isn't that kind of bad? Like, what else works? Can I pause time? Quick-save before bad decisions?"
Let me think. So far I know:
1. I can't sleep if something's inside my base *(like in-game)*
2. I can use workbench UI to combine/disassemble stuff
3. ???
"I'll figure out the rest later. For now, let's boot up this baby."
I click a button on her back and she stands up with a mechanical whir. Her screen lights up with that iconic smiling cat face I know and love.
"Meow!"
Then she *launches* herself at me, rubbing her screen against my chest like an oversized house cat. Her little arms wrap around me in what I can only describe as the most genuine hug I've gotten in... *years*.
*Jesus, my assistant robot cat girl can't be this cute.*
She's... different. Way different. The old Kerfur just said "meow" on repeat like a broken record. This one's practically *vibrating* with excitement. Her screen is cycling through happy emotes—little hearts, sparkles, that classic :3 face. She's not just hugging me, she's *nuzzling*.
> *[Author's Note: In-game, Omega Kerfus would only show emotion through facial expressions or specific interactions. Like if you gave her a paper with "skibidi toilet" written on it, she'd go full murder mode and punt you into orbit. Rightfully so. If you wrote "would you marry me?" she'd write back "yes uwu" and honestly, that's wholesome as hell.]*
I do what any self-respecting isekai protagonist would do and pat her head. She starts *purring*—like, actual mechanical purring sounds. Her screen flickers to show closed, content eyes.
"Meow~"
It's soft. Almost... loving?
"Okay, that's... how are you even feeling that? Do you have sensors or—" I pause as she tilts her head curiously, screen showing a little question mark. "Nevermind. That's enough cuddles, Kerfur. Can you get off me?"
She pulls back and looks at me with what I swear is puppy dog eyes on her screen—big, wide, sad circles. Then she perks up and nods enthusiastically, little exclamation points appearing around her digital face. *Thank God.* No instruction papers needed.
She stands up straight, does a little salute with her robotic hand, and looks at me with... *is that adoration on her screen?* Which... I guess makes sense. I am technically her creator now.
"Alright, listen up. My name is Dr. Kel, and your primary mission is to protect me and this base from hostile intruders. Got it?"
"Meow!" Her screen shows a determined face with little fists raised.
"Good. Your secondary mission is helping me maintain the satellites, power stations, and all the other shit that breaks down around here. Clear?"
"Meow!" This time her screen displays a wrench icon and a thumbs up. *Holy shit, she actually understands complex instructions.*
"Perfect. Now go familiarize yourself with the perimeter. While you're out there, *don't* disturb our alien neighbors. You'll know them by their tree houses and white arrow-shaped ships."
"Meow..." She tilts her head, screen showing a confused expression, then displays what looks like a crude drawing of an Ariral. She points at it questioningly.
"Yeah, those guys. Just... don't poke them, okay? They're not hostile unless you piss them off."
"Meow!" Her screen shows a little OK symbol and she gives another salute before practically skipping toward the exit.
"LOCK THE DOORS BEHIND YOU!" I yell at her retreating form.
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Now, what to do? Maybe I should study that plushie I found.
I walk to my bedroom and grab the small Ariral plushie sitting on my nightstand. You might think, "Kel, why study a stuffed animal?" Well, first—nothing's normal out here. Second—in-game, you can literally *feed* this thing shrimp. That's not normal plushie behavior.
I take it to the computer terminal and order a packet of shrimp with my remaining points. I learned my lesson about hoarding—especially with *who* my neighbors are. One packet should be enough to test my theory.
The delivery drone drops it through the garage roof opening. I grab the packet, leave the plushie on the desk, open the shrimp, and place it on the floor in direct view of the plushie. Then I go get a camera to document this.
*Munch munch munch.*
I rush back to find the plushie has *moved* to the shrimp packet. There are bits of shrimp on its face and some missing from the packet.
"No fucking way."
I go back to my room for exactly two seconds, then return. The packet is completely empty, and the plushie is still sitting next to it.
My radar didn't pick up any Ariral signatures, so it's not them pranking me. Which means this plushie is *alive* somehow.
"Alright, little guy. Time for some science."
I could microwave it for a few seconds. That would definitely bring an Ariral storming in here to bitch-slap me into next week. But maybe I could identify which one comes to rescue it?
"Sorry, little buddy, but I need answers. Consider this payback for the shrimp you ate."
I carry it to the kitchen, place it in the microwave, and set the timer for ten seconds.
One second after I hit start, it begins making "mrow" sounds from... somewhere in its body. *And* my radar starts blaring.
*Oh shit.*
I lock the kitchen door and dive into a spice cabinet. You might ask why I'm hiding when I *wanted* an Ariral to show up. Simple—I'm not confident she won't immediately try to murder me.
*BAM!*
Yep. Angry alien cat lady has arrived and is currently trying to break down my door.
But then I hear the door opening.
*Fuck.* She hacked the control panel.
I hear footsteps and the microwave door opening.
"Hmm, seems like she took it out?"
...
Why is she so quiet now?
Before I can think, the cabinet door opens slowly. I do the only logical thing—shoot myself out like a cannonball and attempt some...
"Parkour!"
*Not my best moment,* but I manage to get away from where I think she is. Damn that invisibility tech.
Before I can try anything else, I'm lifted into the air by a very familiar grip.
*I'm so fucked.*
"θœ roæθ!" *(You idiot!)*
Yeah, she's not happy. From her voice, it's definitely the same one who robbed my shrimp cabinet.
*RIP Shrimp Cabinet, you are not forgotten.*
"Uhhh... Esraniki?"
She goes dead silent.
"...ziœg se naalnu naru?!!!" *(What the fucking fuck?!!!)*
Yeah, I'd react that way too if some random alien said the name of my friend like it was no big deal.
Something I didn't expect happens—she turns off her invisibility. I'm face-to-face with a black advanced helmet. She removes it with her free hand, and blood-red hair cascades down.
She's got two gorgeous emerald green eyes, milky white skin, four whiskers—two on her nose, two on her eyebrows—and a long tail with a tuft of red hair at the end. Also, six fingers. And she's *tall*. Like, really tall. I'm looking up at her even while she's holding me.
But here's the thing—she's not just staring at me with murder in her eyes. She looks... *genuinely confused*. Her head tilts slightly, ears twitching, and her expression is more "how the hell do you know that?" than "I'm going to disembowel you."
*Huh. Actually kinda cute when she's not trying to kill me.*
"ke se naru ni θœ gehœ deœg ΘÆes roæθ?" *(How the fuck do you know that name, human idiot?)*
More alien gibberish, but her tone is different now. Less aggressive, more... interrogative? Her grip on me loosens slightly.
"Uh, well, look—I know you're pissed and you're probably gonna hit me harder than last time, but... are you by any chance Ruzbich?"
I point at her while asking. I know it's stupid since she'll only understand the name, but hey—might as well gather intel before I die.
She gives me a surprised look—eyes widening, ears perking up forward—*actually pretty cute*—then narrows her eyes suspiciously. Her tail swishes behind her in what I'm learning might be agitation.
"ke se naru ni θœ gehœ ah?" *(How the fuck do you know me?)*
That reaction confirms it. I think. Also, her grip has loosened enough that I'm not worried about my spine anymore.
Time to negotiate with shrimp.
"Uh... Sirimo?" I mime eating and point between us, trying to convey a trade offer. Her ears perk up immediately and I swear I see her pupils dilate slightly. *Oh, she's definitely interested.*
"Hmmm... ÆkÆg." *(Hmmm... fine.)*
She drops me and I land clumsily on my feet. But before I can celebrate not dying, she pokes me in the chest with one clawed finger—not hard enough to hurt, but definitely a "don't try that shit again" kind of poke. Her expression is stern but not murderous.
"Thanks! By the way, I'm Kel." I point to myself and repeat my name.
She tilts her head again, those expressive ears swiveling toward me. "Kel? θæiz naalnu ΘÆes." *(Kel? What a weird fucking name.)*
Her tone is... almost playful? Like she's teasing me rather than insulting me. And there's definitely amusement in those green eyes.
*For some reason, I feel both insulted and oddly charmed.*
I walk to the computer with her following closely behind, but she's not just following—she's *examining* everything. Her head swivels around, taking in the base's interior with obvious curiosity. Occasionally she makes soft "hmm" sounds or her tail swishes when something catches her interest. I order several packets of shrimp with my remaining points while she watches me interact with the terminal. But she's not just watching—she's *studying*. Her ears are forward, focused, and she occasionally leans in closer to get a better look at the screen. When the order confirmation pops up, she makes a small "oh!" sound and her tail does this little excited flick.
It's like watching a curious cat discover a new toy, except the cat is eight feet tall and could probably bench press a car.
The delivery drone arrives quickly *(thank Satan)* and I grab three packets from the garage. Hopefully this is enough tribute.
"Here you go—Sirimo."
She doesn't just snatch them this time. She actually takes them *carefully* from my hands, her claws barely grazing my skin. Then she looks at the packets, looks at me, tilts her head, and makes this soft chirping sound that might be... *gratitude?*
Then she proceeds to absolutely *demolish* the shrimp. But even while devouring them, there's something almost elegant about it. Her movements are precise, efficient. And every few bites, she glances at me with what I swear is appreciation.
It's mesmerizing, like watching a competitive eater destroy a buffet, except the competitive eater has perfect table manners somehow.
When she's done, she actually *looks* for a trash can before just dropping the packets. When she doesn't find one immediately, she gives me this questioning look—ears tilted, head cocked—and holds up the empty packages.
"Oh, uh, just toss them anywhere. I'll clean up later."
She seems to understand my gesture and gently places them in a neat pile rather than just throwing them around.
*Huh. Considerate alien cat burglar. That's a new one.*
She looks at me with an expression that's hard to read—less hostile than before, more... curious? Her tail does that slow, thoughtful swish that cats do when they're contemplating something.
"æsuθ doœg laæz Sirimo laœt θœœs eneθ sœseœs gœzoak logœlæ heno θœki gutœ." *(Okay, I'll forgive you this time for the delicious shrimp, but if I catch you hurting my plushie in that pain box again, I'll hurt you worse than last time.)*
Her tone is firm but not threatening. More like a stern warning from someone who's decided you're not *completely* hopeless. Her ears are relaxed now, not pinned back in aggression.
I didn't understand a word, but I got the message. I give her a thumbs up and smile while nodding.
She studies my face for a moment, then her expression softens slightly. One ear twitches in what might be amusement.
"Hmph."
She picks up the plushie—*gently*, cradling it like it's precious—and heads for the exit. But she pauses at the door, turns back, and gives me this look that's almost... *grateful?* Then, before I can process it, she flicks her tail and catches me across the face with the fluffy end.
It's not a slap—it's more like... a playful boop? The hair is surprisingly soft and silky, and there's something almost affectionate about the gesture.
She puts her helmet back on, her form shimmers and disappears, and I hear the door close behind her.
*Did... did an Ariral just* headpat *me with her tail?*
I wave goodbye at empty air, feeling weirdly warm about the whole interaction.
And then—
The door *explodes* open and a blue blur comes *rocketing* toward me like a guided missile. My robot cat girl launches herself into my arms with enough force to knock me back a step, immediately wrapping her little arms around me and nuzzling against my chest.
Her screen is cycling through heart emotes and her purring is so loud it's practically rattling my ribcage. She's *vibrating* with happiness.
*Oh, right. She probably heard everything and was worried about me.*
"Hey there, girl. Miss me?"
"Meow!" Her screen shows the biggest, brightest smile emoji I've ever seen, complete with sparkles.
*Heh.*
You know what? This isn't all that bad. I think I'll get used to this pretty quickly.
I pat her as I think about my situation.
Maybe—just maybe—I'll actually be happy here. Maybe I'll even want to stay, since now I've got... people... to stay for.
*I've got family now.*
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Hey hey people author kun here yeah I'm not dead nor am I abandoning this baby yet I'm really sorry for this late chapter updates as for why it's so late it's because life has been throwing a lot of stuff at me for example I was celebrating the holidays in my country with my family while also writing this chapter and then I was suddenly called into work due to a lack of manpower thankfully I get double the pay for it but then I had to find another proof reader since the one who's helping unfortunately went sick and I hope he recovers quickly so I had to go find another one to do this chapter as that is why you may feel it to be different from previous chapters also if you're wondering why my writing here is different it's because this is how I write and why I use a proofreader to help me I sort of have an anxiety what people think of me so that's why I also had him edit my writing in the notes too in the chapter though I do put in an extra touch of mine in them before releasing the chapter I hope this doesn't ruin your view of me or this chapter's experience
Also Lore dump time
1.depending on the colour you choose for your kerfur in game that colour will decide their gender with pink being male and blue female
2. Arirals despite seeming to be mammals they actually lay eggs ostrich sized ones too
3.Dr. kel once had an intimate relationship with Dr. Ena and later broke up also you can find an illustration of Ena being disgusted by Dr. Kel cockroach eating habits on the wiki oh yeah Dr. kel likes eating cockroaches no idea why
4. when the arirals first arrived on earth the first thing they smelled is a rotting pinecone or something now they associate that smell with everything else on earth
5.arirals dialect and language use fuck a lot and is very common in use that's why she's saying it so much too in this chapter
And that's it for today thanks for reading this far into the chapter and have a good one
Edit:also please leave a comment on what you think of the chapter and any criticism you have