Helo welcom 2 my websight
The lights on the machine flickered, and it started making a high-pitched humming noise:
"It’s working, Inge, it’s working!" a young man, dressed in an overly cliché labcoat, complete with silly goggles, exclaimed, "Now I will finally rape what I sowed!"
He paused for a second, probably hoping for a reaction from whoever this ‘Inge’ person was.
"Oh come on! ‘Rape’? It’s hilarious!" He looked disappointingly at a dark corner of the room.
"Ah, what do you know!" Then he mumbled: "I should’ve created something with a sense of humor."
"Why is it taking so loohooong!?" the man said in a whiny voice, stomping his feet on the ground. In his impatience he accidentally hit his desk, which shook violently. This, in return, caused something to fall from it with a loud *crack*.
"Oh my God!" the man exclaimed with a look of pure terror on his face, "oh God no, this can’t be happening!"
He quickly moved to where the sound originated from and picked something up from the floor.
"Oh Misha, my darling, I’m so sorry!" he pleaded to the figurine of a girl with pink hair and angel wings he held in his hand, "Are you hurt?"
He examined the figure closely and came to the conclusion that on of her bunny-like ribbons had broken clean off.
"INGEEEEEE!" he screamed, furiously.
A shape, somewhat resembling an overweight leprechaun, only taller, emerged from one of the corners of the unlit room.
"Gyeeesss massster?" the thing spoke, still halfway hidden in the shadows.
"You…fix this!" the man yelled at Inge, who was apparently his servant.
"Gyeeesss massster." Inge replied, stepping out of the shadows to receive the doll from her master. She looked positively frightening; her body was big and covered in rolls of fat, but her face looked like she hadn’t eaten in months. Her disgusting teeth stood crooked in her mouth and drool dripped from the corners of her lips.
The..girl..quietly took the figurine from her master and once again returned to the shadows of the room.
The machine finally stopped it’s annoying hum..
"It is done!" the man said ecstatically, turning around so quick that he almost fell over, "It is finally done!" He darted to the middle of the room, where the machine stood, and turned off it’s power with the flick of a switch.
The lights in what now clearly revealed itself to be a basement flickered back on an instant later. The walls of the small, damp space were covered in girly posters of what appeared to be anime shows. ‘Azumanga Daioh’, ‘K-On!’, ‘Ichigo Mashimaro’, the posters read. The biggest poster of them all took up almost a full wall, and depicted the same pink haired angel girl as the figurine that had fallen from the desk. It was now obvious that that particular model wasn’t the only one in the room, because every stable surface was covered in PVC figurines of girls in various embarrassing poses.
With a loud *hisssss* the huge door on the machine opened and the room filled with a thick mist.
In the mist, the young man was squinting in order to make out the small form stepping slowly out of the machine.
You could almost feel the man’s anxiety when the mist slowly started to fade and the silhouette became clearer.
"Yessss, Yessss!" the man erupted in pure joy, when he picked the form up in his arms.
It was a little girl, hardly more than 6 years old, with brown hair and huge, green eyes. She was dressed in a school swimsuit.
"My own loli clone!" her creator exclaimed, "Now neither of us will be virgins!"
The little girl’s eyes widened as tears began to well up in her eyes. The young man didn’t notice though, ecstatic as he was.
"This will show those baka gaijins not to mess with xX~SephiCloud~Xx!"
Unfortunately, his joy was short lived, as the girl started screaming and kicking her feet, incidentally hitting the man right in the groin. Bending over in pain, he hit the cold concrete floor while the little girl he created ran up the stairs and out the front door.
"Curses!" he screamed, still lying on the floor, his hands covering his nether regions defensively, "Damn you, Lanced Jack! Damn you for selling me the blueprint to this piece of shit!"
"Richard?" a voice sounded from the floor above, "It’s time for dinner! Come join us, you’ve been down there watching your girly cartoons all day! And bring your sister!"
"Daahaaad," the guy, now finally standing up, replied, "It’s called animé and it’s not for girls!"
"No one understands me," he mumbled as he reluctantly ascended the squeaky stairs,
"No one understands me but Misha."