NOTE: The first few parts of this story are dialogue with no narrative, since I started off writing this while on vacation and just wanted to keep it simple. The later chapters become full narrative, though.
 
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>'Hey, Anon! I'm going to take over the world soon, and everyone's going to be my slave!'
'What? Sonata, you can't just say these sort of things.'
>'Why not?'
'Uh, it's not... Okay. Just know that... things work differently in this world. I mean, what you're saying is bad.'
>'Why?'
'...Because it would cause a lot of, uh, pain for everyone. Even your friends.'
>'Oh.'
'You don't want to hurt people, do you?'
>'Why would I want to hurt people?'
'...'
>'I won't make you a slave! I'll... make you a sort-of slave.'
'...Let's just go get dinner.'
>'Can we go to the ice cream place?'
'Yes, we can go to the ice cream place. After dinner.'
 
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'Hey, Sonata. Why the long face?'
>'W-what? I do not have a long face!'
'Er, it's an expression. I'm asking you why you look sad.'
>'Oh. Well... it didn't work.'
'What didn't work?'
>'Taking over the world and making everyone my slave.'
'Well... I'm sorry to hear, I guess?'
>'It's okay, Anon. I know that even though I've failed, there's always next time.'
'...Sometimes, you just shouldn't, you know, do some things.'
>'But aren't the morals of most shows and moo-vees that you should never give up doing what you love to do?'
'Yes...! Yes. But, uh, do you -really- want to take over the world and make everyone your slave? Doesn't that sound a bit evil?'
>'Hmm... I think so. Maybe it is a bit too evil, yeah?'
'It is pretty evil.'
>'Oh, hey! I got those moo-vees you told me about. Do you want watch them together?'
'Hey, yeah. That sounds like a not-so-evil activity to do. Your place?'
>'Yuppies!'
'Cool, let's go.'
>'Yay, snuggles!'
 
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>'So it was all because of the cat?'
'...What? What cat--OH! No, Sonata. That was just... like, they saw it repeat its movements, as if the system glitched.'
>'I don't get it.'
'I don't expect you to get it, to be honest. Took me a few rewatches to understand the movie.'
>'Does that mean that this will happen every time I see a cat?'
'No. This will not happen every time you see a cat.'
>'Aww. I want to dodge bullets and stuff, too.'
'Tell me about it.'
>'W-well, I would like to be able to dodge--'
'It's an expression, Sonata. Don't -really- tell me about it. And uh, you can let go of my arm, now. I'm gonna put in the second movie.'
>'Is it as confusing as the first one?'
'Eh, I don't know, to be honest. I just enjoyed it for the fight scenes when I first watched it.'
>'But fighting is bad.'
'It's a movie, Sonata. I don't... nevermind.'
>'You humans are weird.'
'Tell me about it.'
>'Um, is that an expression, again?'
'Yeah. Hey, go make more popcorn, will you?'
>'N-no! I don't like the microwave.'
'...I'm not even going to ask.'
>'Aria told me to never use appliances ever again, or she'd show me a... goat? Goat and see? G--'
'I would suggest you just stay away from the internet.'
>'I've heard of the internet! Adagio is always using the internet whenever I see her.'
'Maybe I'll show you one time. Hey, movie's starting--oof! Ow! H-hey, settle down, will you?'
>'Yay, snuggles!'
 
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>'Eee! That looked like it hurt.'
'Taking a mace to the face usually hurts.'
>'Have you ever taken a mace to the face?'
'No.'
>'Oh.'
'...'
>'...'
>'Hey, Anon?'
'Mmm?'
>'Why are you... why are you here?'
'What do you mean?'
>'Um... why are you here, with me?'
'Come on, don't be silly like that, Sonata.'
>'No, really...'
'Ughm. I like you, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.'
>'...'
'...'
>'...Thank you, Anon.'
'Mmm.'
>'I mean i-IT oooh... I-I like it when you... aah... scratch the back of my... mmhh... head like that...'
'Just watch the movie, silly.'
 
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>'Hey, Anon.'
>'Anon.'
>'Anononon-'
'Nnnfh, what?'
>'I've been thinking.'
'Of what?'
>'What if... what if I were to only take a few slaves instead of a lot?'
'Ugh... no, Sonata. That's still evil.'
>'Realzies? Even only, like, five?'
'Having slaves at all is illegal.'
>'Awww...'
'For the past two hundred years or so, yeah.'
>'Wait, slavery was legal before?'
'Well, yeah...'
>'Wow, you humans are evil.'
'Slavery isn't a thing anymore. At least at this part of the world.'
>'Hehe... Maybe I'll only take one.'
'Sonata--mmf!'
 
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>'Anon.'
'Hey Sonata, what's up?'
>'My tummy hurts.'
'...What did you eat this time?'
>'I tried to bake some cookies.'
'Ah. Too many?'
>'I dunno, I think so. I ate them raw.'
'Raw. You mean the cookie dough?'
>'...Yeah.'
'The whole thing?'
>'Yup. I ate them all because they tasted good as cookie dough.'
'That's disgusting... well, eating that much. Cookie dough is pretty awesome, otherwise.'
>'Nnugh... I don't feel good.'
'Come in. You can lie down on my bed.'
>'...Yaay.'
'Want some water?'
>'Yeah. Um... if Aria calls, don't tell her where I am.'
'...What did you do, this time?'
>'It was her cookie dough.'
'Huh. At this rate, I'm surprised she still lets you in her fridge without supervision.'
>'I'm not allowed near her toaster.'
 
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'Sonata, that was great!'
>'Anon! You really think so?'
'Heck, yeah! Everybody thought you were good. Lots of people left their seats to stand near the stage to watch you; looked like everyone had a good time at the pub.'
>'Heehee... I saw.'
'...You didn't use any mind-controlly things, right?'
>'Nope! I didn't try to enslave anyone this time, just like you said!'
'Heh. I'm proud of you.'
>'Hey, don't you play the guitar?'
'No. Well, a little bit, but I'm not that good at it. I'm more of a drummer.'
>'I'm not that good, either.'
'Oh, come on, Sonata...'
>'No, really! I think it's just the singing.'
'Won't lie, you have quite the voice.'
>'O-oh...'
'Hey, I was gonna go up to my cottage during a week in the summer with some friends, but everybody bailed on me. Wanna go?'
>'You have a cottage?!'
'Yeah, it's pretty neat. It's by a lake and we've got a little dock and everything.'
>'I wanna go!'
'That would be fun. Let's talk it over some ice cream, yeah?'
>'Can we go to the place that doesn't charge for sprinkles?'
'Yes. Yes, we can.'
>You neglected to tell her that this ice cream parlour was twice as far, but you didn't mind, did you?
 
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>'Hmm, I dunno... what do you think, Aria?'
>>'Looks kinda gay.'
'Gee, thanks, Aria.'
>'I think it looks cute.'
'...I don't really want ties that look cute. Let's just get out of here, yeah?'
>'Wait! I want to buy a hoodie before we go.'
>>'Another one? How many of those do you have, now?'
>'They're comfy!'
>>'They make you look like a hobo.'
>'...N-no!'
'As much as I like hoodies, Aria has a point--you kinda do have a lot of hoodies, Sonata.'
>'But... but...!'
'As in, 37-too-many hoodies. You really don't need any more.'
>'Aaaw...'
>>'I'm glad someone agrees with me. Hey, let's go bother Adagio. She needs to see more sunlight ever since our... failure.'
>'...She's stinky.'
>>'I don't think you have to whisper that. It's not like she's going to hear you.'
'Someone has to make sure she showers at least once a week, though.'
>>'You have a point.'
 
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>'Eeew.'
>>'Sonata, put down that sock. Damn, it stinks...'
'Where I'm from, we call that the glorious smell of NEET, Aria.'
>>'I don't think I want to know where you're from.'
>>>'I hope you guys leave, soon. I have a raid in an hour.'
'That's plenty of time to, you know, freshen up.'
>'Heehee.'
'Really? You're just gonna cook another TV dinner?'
>>>'I require sustainence. Speaking of which, I found a great source of conflict; it's a website called 4--'
>'Pew! Adagio, when did you last change your clothes?'
>>>'I don't remember. Does it matter?'
'Well, there's this thing called a washing machine for washing clothes. And a shower for washing yourself.'
>>'Geeze, Adagio. You're kind of letting yourself go... what's with the pile of empty TV dinner boxes?'
>'And ramen cups!'
>>>'They are convenient and cheap.'
'Don't you have a job? Do you ever go out?'
>>>'Ughm... did you guys come here to give me a life lesson, or what?'
>'Actually, 'Nons wants to invite us up to his cottage during the summer.'
>>'Wait, you have a cottage?'
'I am known for many things.'
>'Yeah! It's by a lake and has a dock... I don't know anything else about it.'
'It'll be fun. What do you say, Adagio? And Aria?'
>'I wanna go!'
 
>>'Huh. Sure, why not. If I'm free.'
'You're a busy girl.'
>>>'Eh...'
>'Oh, come on, Addy.'
>>'If she comes along, I might reconsider.'
>'Hey, that's not very nice to say!'
>>'I already have to deal with you.'
>'But if I don't go, it would only be you and Anon.'
>>'...U-uh-'
>>>'I believe I'd like to see this world a little more. I'm eager to get out of this city hell hole.'
'But we haven't had a major crime in the past two years.'
>>>'It smells, here.'
'...Likewise.'
>'Yay! We're all going to Anon's cottage!'
>>'I bet Anon just wants to get alone with three girls.'
'Whoa, this is nothing like that--'
>'Yeah! Besides, he's mine!'
>>'...I was joking, Sonata.'
>>>'Sure, you were.'
'Uh--'
>>>'Anyways, get out of my apartment, you three. I gotta get ready for my raid.'
'I smell burning.'
>'Are TV dnners suppose to microwave for that long?'
>>>'Fuck.'
 
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>"Anon, what does cunning-linguist mean?" Sonata asks you from your car's passenger seat.
"...You mean cunninglus," you correct awkwardly, shifting in your own seat.
>"Oh. Yeah, what does that mean?" she continues, innocently.
"Eh... where did you hear that? It's kind of a naughty word," you ask casually, adjusting your hands on the wheel.
>You've learned to stay blunt when around Sonata.
>"I heard some people at a cafe talking about it. Some girl with rainbow hair kept boasting to her friends about getting it... what does it mean?"
>Rainbow hair, huh?
>You wonder who that would be.
>You roll your eyes.
"It means eating pussy."
>Sonata pauses.
>"...Eating a cat? W-why would you eat a poor cat?"
"No... eating pussy. As in, vagina," you say after sighing.
>The road passes by you quickly as you drive, but you unknowingly press down on the gas a little more while you explain this to Sonata.
>"Eew! Isn't that cannibalism?" she asks, putting her hands on her cheeks as she gasps.
"No! Not really eating! I mean, oral sex. On the vagina."
>Upon hearing this, her eyes widen.
>"ooooh! Why didn't you just say that?" she says in realization. "That IS naughty."
"Yes. yes it is," you agree.
>You never really mined explaining things to her, even though she had inquiries about most things.
>Yet, despite her ditsyness, she tends to get things quickly.
>You always put that off as her inexperience with your world's slang.
>While you're driving, you notice her shift a little in her spot with an uncomfortable look.
>"Anon, w-would... would you do cunn--"
"Oh look, we're here," you say, purposely cutting her off.
>You love Sonata, but you figured you'd... take things slow, with her.
>You liked it that way.
>"Oh, yay! And just in time, too," she exclaims, pointing to the clock on your dashboard.
>5:03 PM, right when the half-price off wings happens on Wednesdays.
>You and Sonata made it a ritual to have dinner at this pub every Wednesday.
>Sure, it took her awhile to get comfortable eating meat and poultry, but now she eats it shamelessly.
>Heck, she can eat more than you can, now.
 
>An hour later, the two of you sit across from one another with empty bowls in front of you and a bucket full of chicken bones.
>Sonata's face is smudged with barbeque sauce and her fingers are all sticky.
"Phew, I'm bloated," you say, leaning back after cleaning your face with a napkin.
>"Mmmh... that was good. I should try the hot wings, next time," she says, licking her fingers.
>You chuckle.
"Your face is covered, Sonata."
>"I know," she giggles, picking up a napkin and wiping her face. "Uugh, I'm so full."
>You decide not to point out that she's still eating her fries while complaining.
"Two pounds of wings will do that to you."
>You pick up your glass of imported stout and down the rest of it.
>Sonata didn't really like beer, but she's developed a taste for the 'girl drinks'.
>Particularily, Smirnoff Ice.
>You're going to ice the fuck out of her on your cottage trip.
>And Aria.
>She needs to loosen up.
>Looking up, you notice Sonata giving you a very wide grin.
>"Sooo.... ice cream?"
>You roll your eyes.
"Yes, we can go for ice cream."
>"And then cuddles at your place," she demands.
>You know you wouldn't turn that down.