Building Worlds In My Head

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I don’t know about you, but I like the idea of other secondary genders. Like Alpha, Omega, Beta. Okay. Suuure. But what about their beta-based cousins, Gamma and Delta?

Both of them stem from specific mutations in betas.

Gammas are natural foragers. They hoard, and they’re extremely protective of what they collect. It’s like snappish dragons. They can and will fight for dumb shit like pillows. Possessive like alphas but having nesting urges like omegas. Their cycles is prickly and consists of sophist staying away from them while they run around collecting things.

Deltas are the builders. Their minds have built in instructions and inventing comes to them naturally. They have high processing abilities but this doesn’t always mean they’re smart. They usually have high senses and very keen eyesight and extra pigments in their eyes. I like to think of them as coordinated and bug-like. Ants come to mind in particular. Deltas have their own systems and gravitate to one specific delta who’s treated like the queen ant. They’re relatively chill and don’t mess with people.

Both of them lost the beta’s biologically mediating abilities, which are the primary reason suppressants are as affective as they are. I wanted to give betas importance too!

Regret was all the unicorn felt as his limbs were tied in a knot while the wolf laughed. His friend’s pleas echoed deafeningly in his mind. He should have listened. He should have listened.

“Do not go.” Scaredy cat begged faintly in his ears.

“Why not?”

“He does not have good intentions, unicorn.”

“But he gave me such a nice treat!”

“Isn’t it odd he has treats when he dislikes sugar? What if he means to fatten you up?”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“He’ll pretzel you, unicorn. He is a predator.”

“Oh, cat! That’s only possible if I’m smaller than him, or if I was a female. If anything, you’re only scared because you’re both! Tastiest of the tastiest treats for a ‘big bad wolf’! Haha!”

“It matters not your size or your gender, unicorn. He is a wolf. If your horn is sharp, his teeth are sharper but he will not show it until it’s too late.”

“Please stop worrying. You’re always so anxious. He may be a wolf, but he is not stronger than me. I will give him a good kick to his face if he dares open his maw too wide. I’ll see you tomorrow easily.”

“…Don’t go. Please.”

She was always so fearful. He was beginning to see why.

Shouta flipped the book closed. It was illustrated prettily, the colours mostly warm except when in relation to the wolf, which is when the page bled black.

“What’s your point?” He turned his face up to the affronted parent who had barged into his office and slammed the book down crying outrage.

“My point?” She shrieked, “It’s vulgar! It’s absolutely inappropriate to display in your library and you should have a word with the librarian of this school! These children are getting violent material!”

If she had an issue with Hizashi, why didn’t she go to Hizashi? Had the sly bastard conveniently left for lunch break?

He slid the book back. “The contents aren’t violent. The unicorn was simply twisted into a pretzel in the end and was being prepared to be eaten by his family. It’s all very cautionary tale themed. You don’t go around calling Hansel and Gretel violent. There’s also no blood.” He rubbed his nose bridge. “And besides. This is a useful message, isn’t it? Don’t act like children aren’t the primary target to nowaday’s atrocities.”

She floundered, “The book is sinister! It’s turning children from their parents!”

“Its message is perfectly fine.” Aizawa repeated. “The book stays in the library. If you have an issue, bring it up with Yamada sensei next time.”

Some parents just didn’t want to swallow the fact some very real dangers were touching there childrens’ everyday lives nowadays.

He read the book more, after that. It was meant for ages seven and up. Admittedly, it was a little too descriptive. Not enough to be vulgar, but enough to stay just barely unsettling the whole way. It’s definitely a book that had a chance of truly restraining kids from copying the unicorn’s naivety. The illustrations were well thought out too. Mostly childish and crayon-like. There were tiny imperfections or strangeness in detail. Like a too-wide mouth or oddly place furniture.

He got curious, so he checked the back. The author went by a pen name rather than their actual name. ‘Mr. Red Riding Hood’. He was also the illustrator.

He got more curious, so he called Yamada a week after the initial complaint.

“Yo my man! What’s up?”

“Who’s the author of that strange unicorn book? Like, his actual name?”

“Oh! Uhh, I dunno. The book was sent with only the initials in a thank-you letter. S.T.”

scene:

The ground rumbled and Inor, who’d been trying to stand, cursed as he was knocked down again. He looked up. Some chains were supporting a huge chunk of the earth into the sky, and standing on the edge of that chunk was the man they’d come for in the first place.

Mere had been a pain in the organisation’s ass for a while, his followers and him far too close to their bases for comfort, and attracting an explosive kind of attention. He was the type to think brute force was the answer to everything, as was a common theme among everyone, heroes, vigilantes, villains, people in groups like Inor even.

He was grinning insanely at the sparse group scattered on floating piece of ground.

“DID YOU REALLY THINK WE’D TAKE YOUR HITS LAYING DOWN!? NOW NOW! WE’RE NOT AS FOOLISH AS YOU EXTREMISTS LIKE TO THINK! ARROGANCE HAS HAD YOU ALL TRAPPED UNDER MY CLASP, AND I SHALL REVEL IN TEARING YOUR PATHETIC GROUP APART! BIT! BY! BIT!”

Inor stared up.

Jecko, who’d been standing on a piece of earth he’d managed to crawl onto frowned and cupped his hands, inhaling deeply.

“WHAT?!”

Mere’s brow twitched. “I SAID-“

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU! YOUR LIKE…MILES AWAY FROM US!”

“WILL YOU LET ME-“

“OTTER! OTTER, READ HIS LIPS!” Jecko bellowed at the ground.

A distant form on the ground cupped his hands around his mouth.

“WHAT?? SEED HIS HIPS? JECKO, THAT’S DISGUSTING!”

Inor did not need another second of this. As he called upon his flock and watched it darken the sky, he quietly resolved to press Hound into getting them comms.