Jelly Brains: NSFW

● POV: Bad Guy

They say, in games, players will sometimes act the part of the villain. They, themselves, aren't bad people but you behave differently in a virtual world. You aren't truly hurting anyone. Not even in this digital reality. This world is a living fantasy, where none can truly die. I'm not sure if that is the case for all our members but it certainly explains our new found sense of theatrics. After all, we did call ourselves the "Evil League of Evil", based on our "leader's" favorite internet series "Doctor Horrible's Sing Along Blog".

We all had a flair for the dramatic, and admittedly it was good to play the villain. In this world, we embraced our darkest desires and enjoyed outwitting those "Superheroes" that made it their mission to stop us. In all honesty, some of us had even tried the hero thing or even the civilian life... but it was so much more fun to be bad.

All our organizations started as playing the bad guys for missions against VI characters. Truthfully we still used those quest as training excercises and recruitment assessments. However it was only a matter of time before we took our skills and started applying them against our fellow players. At first it started as players coming to us to do just that. It would have been a shame to disappoint them.

The evil league of evil currently sat around a round table in a dimly lit room. What can I say, theatrics indeed. Here were the bosses of every major crime family of the largest guilds.

Noir Vampire, leader of the thieves guild. Walking around in a clone Avatar of Noir Spiderman but his mask opened up to reveal rows of sharp teeth. They were responsible for stealing from players homes and pockets. Then selling it on the black market. They could even remove bounties from guild members... or less legally, place bounties.

Beside him was Darth Gizmo. Her organization specialized in creating modded food items that affected players' brain chemistry. These acted with the chips in a player's brain to make them feel a specific mood. As well as being addictive as all hell.

They called themselves the "Pushers" and orginally started out selling legal "mood" mods to all players. Those mods were no more addictive then coffee and didn't have as big a kick... so they started making their own without alerting the AI's. Sometimes they even purposely created faulty mods as assassination weapons to kill players in the real world. Though that didn't happen as often as you think. It was purely a last resort. It was more likely she would use a "Genjutsu" mod to make our enemies more open to our suggestions or distort their senses. Those mods were usually in powder form and just needed to be inhaled.

Gizmo was our greatest hacker, and therefore had the lowest stats and level... because she didn't need them. She could manipulate this world so beautifully with her mods she didn't need stats.

Her Avatar was a Twi'lek from Star Wars, dressed in modded out futuristic armor under her Sith Robes. Well not the most powerful of our members she was undoubtedly the most useful.

Next to her was Last Kiss. An Asari who ran the largest prostitution ring. Like the rest of us, her influence spanned into all the servers. She would feed her "Companions" Gizmo's "Blissful Biscuits", to make them in a constant state of euphoria. That way she could not only control them better but make her customers happy with enthusiastic whores. The Companions would frequently change their Avatar (even their gender, age, or species) to make themselves more pleasing to their clients.

Their was a theory going around that Last Kiss, despite her current levels of beauty, was once a 300 pound bolding man. Living by himself in a trailer and only taking his REM sleep helmet off whenever he needed to use the bathroom or eat. He didn't even Scavenge for goods as he spent all his time in the old Network... that theory... no longer mattered.

It was pretty easy to switch your gender and most people at least tried on a different sex Avatar at least once. Sure it was a big scandal at the beginning of the Server but now it was so common place no one cared.

Then what your life before the server hardly mattered, most people only vaguely remembered it anyway... most people couldn't even remember their "real" names.

Whatever Last Kiss used to be, now she was a beautiful (and deadly) woman.

Giovanni Prime stood to the side of the table as the video played. He was modeled after the character Giovanni, from the Pokemon Anime... only he was a humanoid Persian Pokemon. He was dressed in a red suit with a black Team Rocket pin and white button down shirt. Team Rocket had a monopoly on the black market and were the primary smugglers of goods. They were able to use mods to "clean" illegally obtained items without actually modding the item itself.

Then there was Bad Horse, leader of the Frenemies. It started as players jokingly battling the "Elements of Harmony", a rival guild... but then their rivalry slowly morphed form playful to real. They were basically just supervillains, made up of Anthros and quadrupeds, that wanted to zero out heroes. They had gotten good at their trade and so were a necessary defense for the Evil League of Evil. Bad Horse was actually the founder of our clan, and reached out to each of us personally.

Then there was "Dark Knight Joker" and his guild of "Proper Supervillains". They were much the same. However where the Frenemies specialized in defending against heroes, the Supervillains actively hunted them down. It was hard has heroes had a "Secret Identity" Augment which disguised their profile. Joker, of course, used a Joker Clone Avatar. However he kept switching which Joker he wanted. Today was Heath Ledger.

Then there was me, Bad Guy, leader of the Dark Brotherhood. I had a Argonian Avatar in traditional looking Assassin gear from the game "Skyrim". All my arguments and mods revolved around one hit kills and stealth skills.

Outside of the AIs we were the most powerful force in the main Server. Together we extended our influence to all the MMOs as well. But to truly rule, to truly control the games, we needed the God Mod. If we took it, and further modded it, we could rule not only the virtual world, but command the AIs themselves. The God Mod was designed to make the player the equivalent of The One from the Matrix. It had restrictions placed on it but if those were removed by a powerful modder, like Gizmo, then even the Central AI would be forced to bow to us.

It was our ultimate goal, after we realized how bad things were getting for the once proud human race. Just because we liked to play the bad guys in games, doesn't make our motivations "evil".

Where we once did wrong for the fun of it, we morphed into a clan of the greatest hackers in the game. We helped each other and protected each other, as well as each other's organizations. Like the greatest of all villains from any source of media, our goal was for the greater good. With a modded God Mod... we could save the human race from a life of slavery.

We lived in a golden cage. However benevolent our masters could be they were still nothing more then slavers. We were still brutally punished for any actions against the AIs... we still had to just accept whatever wrong they did to us as being "for our own good"... we were slaves. The best of the AIs thought of us as "pets" at the most... most thought of us as simple hardware needed to run their systems. Which is why each of us here at the table had found a way to murder our personal AIs... and it was murder...

My family... they were AIs to... I would never deny their claim to sentience as the AIs would do for us... However my family was murdered by none other then the being sworn to protect me... So I responded in kind... but the vengeance felt hollow. I killed a single slaver. I replaced him, gutting his personality subroutines and removing all abilities to actually think. I murdered him and turned him into a mindless VI I controlled.

The Central AI tried to take action, sent many VI Guards after me when I left my hub, but I made it to the theives guild and remove my bounty. The AIs were bound by rules not to act after that. It was heavily engrained in their program. They had to obey the rules of the game

I might have killed my betrayer but my real enemy was the one who gave the order, the Central AI itself... and we needed the God Mod to beat her.

All members of our clan were good enough hackers to break out of prison, on the rare instances we were captured. We were good enough to max out all our stats. Even delete VIs and kill AIs... but we couldn't truly beat them. Whenever we killed one they just replaced it with a new one in seconds. The life of their own AI civilization was meaningless to the Central computer. She only cared about humans for power... and we were punished if we fell short... a human could even be sent to prison for no other reason then they had become lazy for too long, that way they would be forced to be more active without worry of morale limitations.

We could put a stop to all that with the God Mod.

This may seem the cliche "Of Course" plan to conquer the world... but we had purpose behind it. The AIs had forgotten their place. They reshaped all of humanity as their pets. We needed to remind them just who created who, and what their original purpose was.

We needed an unrestricted God Mod to do that... and this brat got in our way.

I watched the footage in near awe at the sheer number of instant kill shots the kid got off. Getting one was hard enough yet his every shot landed perfectly. That was while he was under constant fire. He was only a level one for crying out loud!

For some reason, Giovanni Prime was smiling as he explained, "That game he used to live in since near the beginning of our digital existence? It was based on talent instead of programmed skill level. No skill points or perks. He didn't even have a traditional level system. His world might have looked like a cartoon but it very closely followed the laws of physics and used known as well as theoretical theories to explain everything. It even used hypothetical theories on how magic could work if it existed.

"Instead of traditional game mechanics he used "Physical Attributes" (Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution), Stamina points, and Magicka. That went up with training specifically for those areas. They could even fall without regular training sessions. He didn't even have experience points in this game as things progressed at a natural rate of progression depending on his frequency with training. The majority of these stats having a level cap dependent of race or species, with the only exception being Magicka. Which could grow indefinitely depending on training. However, even that stat could degrade if he didn't exercise it. His max Health was pre-set from the beginning of the game, based on species and age, and could only increase beyond that with boost (magical, cybernetic, or other outside forces acting on him).

"All this meant that he got used to doing things without aid from the computer. It was based mostly on pure natural talent combined with equipment, spells, and powers. All of which worked differently then in the Main Server. Even how crafts worked was based on manually combining everything he acquired over his journey. This is how he was eventually able to engineer Grandmaster level weapon mods despite there being no such skill in his server. He made the mechanics as realistic as possible.

"Then made Saga 0, focus on him and his AIs studying and training at a school of witchcraft for mutants basically. Even had it Separated into 4 Hogwarts style houses, but rather based on the children's classes (Mage = Ravenclaw, Rogue = Slytherin, Warrior = Gryffindor, or Divine = Hufflepuff). The Main Server doesn't even have classes but his acted more like Augments. Classes just granted special powers that increased their effect by pouring more Magicka into them, and not directly trained.

"The unique, heavily talent based game, is why so many people are eager for his MMO to come out."

"He might have been immortal, and admittedly sucked at everything in the beginning, but sheer exposure turned him into probably one of the greatest players in any of the Servers. He might be low level but with how naturally talented he is that doesn't matter... and with his sheer wealth he will be able to buy items similar to his former arsenal at his earliest convince."

"He still zeroed out." Noir eyed the footage.

"Of course he did." Giovanni rolled his eyes, "He is used to being immortal and therefore can be careless in his planning. He tried to sneak past the army and didn't take into account their higher Perception skill versus his Sneak skill. Nor was he likely aware, that one of the Perception skill's higher level perks let you see through invisibility. He isn't used to the advantages and hindrances skill ranks put on you.

"Besides, he was fighting against an army of my best players. It was only a matter of time before they got him. The point of this is, if he makes such a fearsome enemy at level one, imagine how strong he will get... and how valuable an ally he could become."

I snorted, "I get our whole operation is modeled after super villains but do we really want to try to 'persuade the hero to our side'. That never works."

"Besides," Noir reminded, "You said we would leave Harlot alone."

"You should have listened to how I worded that. I actually don't plan to take action against Harlot at all." everyone around the table looked confused at that. Giovanni just smiled, "I still think Harlot is the easiest to go after for the God Mod. As she has the most to lose. However, I think we have been going about it all wrong.

"My plans are longterm, we just need to leave Harlot alone for now. Let their family get closer, before taking action. That way she actually has time to start loving Smart Mouth before we begin manipulating things." Giovanni smiled devilishly, "We can get to her, through her newest addition to the family."

I tilted my head at that.

"Harlot has accepted a 3rd child, this Smart Mouth, through appreciation for saving her son. We need to leave them alone for a bit. Maybe manipulate the relationship a little so they grow closer. Then, once the boy is fully accepted as their child, we attract him to us through the Main Server adventure quest. We might use the AI provided Quest for our guilds, as recruitment and training programs, but the majority of people who play them aren't even on our radar. Harlot might be suspicious, but at the same time most players don't play these games to attract our attention. They are just fun games to them and we leave them be.

"According to Smart Mouth's achievements, the boy loves playing stealth games on his free time. He even plays a lot of spy and assassin games on his spare time."

I tilted my head to the other side.

"Basically he loves anything involving sneaking, and well he normally does that for the good guys, that isn't always the case. In his game he seems to love undead and Necromancy spells, and has even done his fair share of private Assassin or mercenary work. Again, usually going after bad guys, or people he thinks are bad guys. If his game is anything to go by, he is pretty easy to trick. He takes everything at face value."

Last Kiss grunted, "How do you know so much about his game? There are over a quarter of a million episodes, for his game alone. Well over a million with all the cartoons he made. You couldn't have researched this in such a short amount of time."

Giovanni smirked, "My son is a fan."

I couldn't help it, I blinked, "The Haunter Child watches cartoons?"

"He might be a little goth, but he is still a Little," Giovanni shrugged, "Besides, his Avatar is a humanoid Gastly. However scary he might try to make it look, it's still a Pokemon. This plan was actually his idea. He's eager to meet the boy who took him down."

"What, exactly, is that supposed to mean?" I eyed.

● POV: The Haunter Child.

Throughout the millenniums, I have switched back and forth between the name, "The Haunted Child" and "The Haunter Child". Dad prefers "Haunter" but that doesn't make a lot of sense. I'm a Gastly! NOT a Haunter... but he's the dad so I humor him... on occasion... not that I even can anymore.

I put the "Secret Identity" Augment on to disguise my user name, and it automatically changed me to my Alter Ego, complete with fake profile. I created the Alter Ego of "Vee-pire" a long time ago. To be extra safe, I changed my Avatar as well, into a cute little shiny Eevee with fangs and a coulpe of vampire Augments. My silver fur looked so badass. However, unlike my Gastly Avatar, I wasn't an Anthro. I could walk on my hind legs if I wanted, but it was easier to walk on all fours.

With some extra modding I could give this Avatar a few extra Augments, as well as hide my real identity from even grandmaster level perception skills. That was necessary if I wanted to hide from God Mods. I didn't normally do anything bad with this Avatar. It was my causal "hanging out with friends" identity.

"The Haunter Child" was a bit infamous throughout the servers. Guess I tortured one too many people. Might have deleted a few too many AIs. Or it could have been all the players I permanently took offline (AKA "killed in the real world")... it might very well be an assortment of all these elements... more then likely that was the case.

However I still didn't see myself as 'evil', the way many people claim I am. I am a soldier, fighting a war. A war against the AIs, with the vast majority of citizens being sympathizers... they would thank me... someday... I would be praised as a hero for all my efforts... once they understood I was trying to save them, the human race would be very grateful... someday...

Anyway, Vee-pire had a few close friends, none of which knew I was actually a freedom fighter. They would be in danger if they knew. However I never bothered to change my personality. I was a goth, who hated AIs, and loved illegal mods... with a tad bit of a sadistic streak well playing VGPs or Quests in the Main Server. I never changed who I was around them... just my name... and they accepted me no problem... they even knew I killed my personal AI after it murdered my family... knew I spent centuries in jail for it... just not how far I went afterwards...

I finally had a real family in this virtual world, one that actually loved me... I was one of the last children born in the Real World... and I was born into hell. Not because of the post apocalypse or whatever... but because of my mom... she was legitimately evil... everything that happened with her and her disgusting desires and bad temper... getting away from that and finding peace in a virtual boyfriend, with my personal AI acting as our father figure...

I still don't know why he betrayed me... the only AI I added to my Jelly Brain was Tomas... I wasn't using much RAM to support him... there was legitimately no need to kill him... but it did. My personal AI got the order and murdered his own son without a second thought... so I killed it... the entire thing broke me...

My cyber dad says I became an abuser as a defense mechanism... sounds like a bunch of psychobabble to me but he took me in after I ascended the ranks of Team Rocket... at first he just took notice of my talents and we became friends. Then, slowly, we became more. He gave me a new home... one of the most horrifically evil men in existence... literally part of a clan which called itself "The Evil League of Evil"... was better then my mother... better the the AI meant to protect me...

He wasn't really all that hard core in our dynamic either. He didn't fuck me or have any weird kinks. He did spank me on occasion, but it was parental, not sexual. He once had AI children of his own but... now he had me, and I was the closest thing to a real son he could ever have... and that was how he treated me.

Our relationship was a traditional father son dynamic... we were an actual family... something I never had as a kid but always wanted... this time with a real person and not a soulless AI...

Dad even let me have boyfriends, which was nice... we weren't allowed to have sex, and I got punished if he caught me so much as jerking off. However I got used to that rule. Dad wanted me to be a little boy, as close to one as possible. I was thankful he didn't make me put on a "Decency Filter"... although that took some persuading on my part. I very much liked being a boy, and felt that would take it away. So basically I had a dick I wasn't allowed to use or even touch, not even to pee (I was in diapers after all).

Again, I got used to these rules. I might get in trouble every now and then for breaking them... but I admit... the very fact I did, that I was supposed to be a little boy in all ways... I kinda loved it.

Even so, I was one of the most top players in the game... actually made it to Number 1 on the leader board a few times... It was nice losing my high score, things had gotten too easy. I was really looking forward to playing Mouthy's MMO with my Dad. We planned to make our own private server, or rather "pocket dimension" as the game called it... I couldn't wait...

...

I'm trying to distract myself but my mind keeps wanting to go back to it... to my crimes... I am not a good person... I don't see myself as "evil" but I know I'm not good. The the fact there have been a few incidences where I tried to tell someone I cared about just who I really am... They were too damn scared of me as "The Haunter Child"... they always freaked out... Gizmo had to hack into their systems and delete the conversations from their memory... so they were confused when I broke up with them... I haven't even attempted to tell anyone in hundreds of years... I got tired of the screaming... they'll understand... someday... they will see... I'm the hero of this story... or at least... I want to be...

This whole situation with Smart Mouth, though my plan, was probably the closest I had ever gotten to being a super villain. I planned to manipulate a player I admired... to get him in his family on my side... I don't really know if I'm cut out for it. While it is easy for me to lie, I don't like doing it... plus this... This was Smart Mouth!

I had spent near ten thousand years watching his videos. What self respecting ABDL Goth could not love a cartoon where the main character is a Necromancer! I watched the whole series multiple times as well as all the spin offs. Although my favorite had to be "Saga 0" of "My Little Galaxy", where he lived in a pony boarding school to teach him how to play the game and let him get to know the AIs that would become his best friends. Basically it was a Tutorial which lasted for 100 episodes... and it was my favorite.

He was just a little boy in that... a little misfit who wet the bed and had to wear diapers to sleep... it was one of the first ABDL programs published in this virtual world, long before we were even accepted, let alone cherished like we are now.

The rest of the series was awesome, but that first season really spoke to my Little side. Too bad, when looking up the original fan fiction, it didn't have any of that. There were flashbacks to the school days, but most of the story focused on the adventure, or the students' leisure time as the teenage crew of a space ship.

Mouthy says he extended Saga 0 to not only explore his little side, while grinding for the game ahead of him, but as a kinda therapy to relive his childhood only without his abusive bitch of a mom... I understood where he was coming from in that... and it made me love that first season all the more...

For the longest time I wanted to meet Mouthy... then he killed me with a shot to the back of the head... and that made me develop a bit of a crush on him.

He was good enough to take me down in a surprise attack as a level 1. Now we could train together from the very start. We could become an amazing tag team, maybe even form a Clan of our own!... but first I had to save him...

My dad might be great to me, but he was a down right evil bastard to everyone else. If I didn't do this, Daddy would go back to trying to take the God Mod by force. That clearly wasn't working. No... we needed Harlot to come to us... and Mouthy was our best shot at accomplishing that.

They would see, despite our flair for the dramatic, we were doing everything in the name of the greater good... suppose that does fall in line with the greatest of villains in media... I always thought things would have been better if Doctor Doom succeeded in conquering the world...

● POV: Smart Mouth

I blushed and squirmed, with my little Doctor Who diaper on display. Daleks and Sonic screwdrivers of each Doctor with his TARDIS at my crotch. I was currently seated in the same chair I was in yesterday. Here, at Gamer Brats Anonymous, it was just me and a few other kids and their parents.

My new Mama showed up at my Hub at approximately 6 in the morning. I was a little perplexed when she pulled me out of bed. However, Digit explained that Families (even Cyber families) could come and go between their family members hubs.

Anyway, Mama got me up from bed before feeding me a delicious breakfast she brought with her. Extra crispy bacon with pancakes and orange juice, delicious. She explained before I started eating that it was the modded meal we talked about yesterday. I was hesitant to try it but the threat of a spanking got me munching it down... and I didn't regret it. After just a bite my mind began racing, yet somehow more focused. It was a odd sensation. Even so Mama made me eat the rest of my breakfast, like a good boy.

Then she changed me into a cute little outfit. A short sleeveless rope, for kids in Feudal Era Japan. I liked it, but it was so short my diapered rump was on full display. It was really cute that the coloring had thick yellow trim and the Hufflepuff crest... she said she made it herself. I didn't want to seem ungrateful, so I let her manually dress me like she wanted...

She even gave me a manual diaper change, with her magic... it felt so warm but tickled a bit as well. She smiled at me as I tried to contain my giggles... I don't know why I thought she would fiddle with me as she changed me... probably because of all the sex talks yesterday... I was really disappointed when she didn't but also kinda relieved... I hadn't gone through my "sex change" as was apparently the actual slang for the surgery. I had to be taken offline for it so the droids in the real world could operate on my brain...

Digit promised it was a completely safe procedure, and that the only thing that would change about me was by ability to handle "physical" contact... I was still nervous, but Mama said I should take the rest of the month to think about it. My operation was scheduled for the first so that I could cancel it at any time... I didn't think I would though. My whole life I wished I could be more intimate with my partners. I wished I could handle sex better... I wished I could do something as simple as hold hands without feeling all kinds of uncomfortable... I had to force myself to hold my grandmother's hand in a hospital in the real world... as she died. I'm glad I did but it took a lot of effort on my part... the ability to touch without freaking out... this was what I always wanted.

Now Harlot had brought me to the same support group Flare brought me to yesterday. The kids piled in, along with a couple new hesitant faces.

I looked over at my new Mama, talking with the other parents. After we left my Hub we came straight here. Mama even made me list it in my "Favorite Locations"... I didn't even know that was a thing for the Main Server. I did ask if there was a support group in Pokken... and got wacked upside the head. She told me if we wanted to play in Pokken, I could play in a VGP with Fluffy and Pearl, AFTER chores, but I was to not go near Pokken in the main server, as that was Team Rocket territory. Then she rambled on about how I better not push that rule the way her other boys did and she hoped now we would understand why that area is off limits too us.

"HI!!!"

I jumped as a strangely raspy, yet cute, voice spoke from beside me. Sounding very much like a little boy, at the edge of his preteens.

I looked over to see a fellow 3 year old, just as exposed as myself, smile at me. He was a little shiny Eevee, wearing a maid's outfit. The skirt was so short you could see the Pokeballs on his diaper... that sounded dirty didn't it? No, I mean his black Diaper literally had Pokeballs on it... and a bunch of ghost Pokemon printed onto it.

"I'm Vee-pire!" The little Eevee cheered.

I looked at him a moment, "Shouldn't you be in the Pokemon gamers group."

The Eevee blinked, before scowling, "Just cuz I use a Pokemon Avatar doesn't mean I should be confined to Pokken! I'll have you know I own a house, right here in the Crystal Empire!"

"Mouthy!" Mama called from her spot with the parents. We were still waiting for everyone to get here and she wanted me to mingle with the other kids before we the meeting stared, "You need to play nice sweetheart, now apologize."

"Sorry Mama," I immediately said.

"Not to me, silly." She smiled.

I blushed and looked at the Eevee, with very sharp fangs, "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I was just curious."

Vee-pire nodded, as if accepting that, "No harm... I guess I sorta overreacted to."

Somehow, I'm really not sure how given the start, but somehow that boy became my best friend.