It was an oddly fitting thought that came to mind; she was the final run of copies produced from Project Radio Noise. Freshly minted, so much so that she hadn’t even been let out of the tube before the light had shut off throughout the facility-an afterthought, even as the all important master copy for the clone network. Due to their negligence, when she finally did figure a way out of her vat-she found herself less than factory standard:

Minuscule, standing at barely half the height of her contemporaries-and appropriately weak, in correspondence with half formed muscles and unorganized cell growth. Without having been allowed the proper time to incubate, she had been left dwarfed and unstable-likely to maintain this diminutive stature for as long as her defective body managed to keep itself alive.

Alongside these rather noticeable physical features, what nearly overpowered the preterm clone was a painful cramping sensation in her abdomen. Having been robbed of the nutrients that surrounded her within the chamber, a gnawing hunger filled her being.

Stumbling through the abandoned facility, the fluids dripped off her nude form, leaving viscous trails across the cold steel and rough concrete-eventually drying completely from her skin as it entered the cool night air. A number of concerned glances from the sparse few prowling the streets late at night made her duck into an alleyway, emerging tens of minutes later garbed in a dingy tarp-painstakingly clawed from a grouping of boxes behind some miscellaneous department store.

From then on, time lost all meaning. She couldn’t tell how long she wandered-the painful ache within her stomach drove all coherency from her being. The ever-present buzz of thoughts from the Misaka Network told her to stay put, worried for her wellbeing-and she herself knew from her implanted memories that traveling endlessly would only waste what little energy she could provide with her stunted legs and malnourished body.

Eventually, reality won over her desire to feed and she collapsed onto a pile of rubbish in a public park-narrowly missing a Certain White Haired Youth passing nearby. The last of her strength pulled her off the ground and draped her across a damp park bench, her head rolling off the side to glare into the lazily flickering light of an old red machine.

Last Order glared at the device, her memories told her that the Vending Machine contained food-or at least potable fluids to replenish her spent energy-but even if she could stand, she had no way of extracting anything from the cruel rectangle. Lamenting her disappointing fate, dainty fingers reach out in front of her as her eyes screwed shut-thin beads pricking at the corners of her vision.

A sudden jolt shook her from her thoughts, seemingly granting her the strength to lift her head towards the odd noise. Blinking through blurry vision, she found a metal cylinder held before her. Blinking again, she looked past the outstretched arm to view an upside down figure quite similar to her own-crouched beside her, and a now sparking and dented vending machine.

Rolling over in place, Last Order stared at her progenitor; the woman remained static, still offering the looted beverage for the young clone. Compared to the original, she felt like a cheap knockoff. Mikoto’s eyes rolled over the trembling figure laying in front of her, whether she saw something worthy of pity or contempt-she gave voice to neither.

“Are you just going to stare at me, or what? I can easily get another of these-but if you don’t take it I’m just going to drink it for you,” Ah, she had probably gotten distracted again. Her thoughts told her to put on a performance fitting of her reduced physique, but she found herself lacking the wherewithal to comply.

“Misaka Misaka, finds herself at a loss, unfortunately. In that she is physically incapable of accepting your generosity, and not that she wishes to turn down a freely offered drink, Misaka sighs,” her first words to another person-her template, no less-are a complaint regarding the nature of her somewhat arbitrary imposition.

“So, what? You can’t move? Coulda just said so-here,” With the can set beside her, gentle fingers gripped Last Order’s shoulders and brought her to an upright position. A brief wave of nausea wracked her being before her vision refocused; once again, the can had been lifted in front her face-this time opened, and placed near her lips. Weakly, she slurped at the opening as Mikoto gently tilted the beverage.

“Alright, now jus-Hey! Easy does it,” Even so, her body failed her yet again-lurching forward during her attempt at greedily imbibing the drink even faster-Last Order found her chin colliding with the aluminium can, knocking it from her savior’s grasp and dribbling over both her own chest and her opposite’s skirt. Luckily, her own pillaged tarp was impervious to the effects of overpriced/stolen barely tea-Mikoto’s uniform ended up being slightly less so, an embarrassing stain forming in the middle of her skirt.

“Ugh, now look what you’ve done!” She looked half ready to tell the smaller girl off for her carelessness, but a glance at the sputtering figure beneath her drew the fire out of her gaze and she lowered herself once more,

“Ah, I suppose it’ll dry off anyway. Let me just clean you up a bi-Ow! Hey, what’re you doi-Mmph!?” Unfortunately, Last Order had lost her appreciation for her counterpart’s kindness; in depriving herself of the only nourishment she had been given since her escape, the incapacitating hunger reared itself once again-threatening to finish her off for good. When the taller woman reached over and set about wiping off the spilled tea from her clone’s face, the barest hint of her thumb brushed across the other’s tongue, dabbed from it’s place within her mouth during her laboured breaths.

A split second was all it took to drive away the last of her awareness; drumming up a reserve of speed guided by self preservation, her petite lips slid over the proffered fingers before her. While cute in appearance, her chomping was anything but enjoyable, and quickly drew past fingers, wrist, and soon dragged a flabbergasted Mikoto to her knees as she suddenly felt the hot breath of her unlikely devourer.

Her attempt at solving this problem in the usual manner was somewhat stymied by the distracting heat, alongside a rather concerning inability to breathe once her face was brought inside the tight confines of the esophagus. Eyes glazed, Last Order hardly noticed when the fight suddenly left her impromptu meal-simply redoubling her efforts to cram the limp figure further inside her before the girl regained consciousness.

“Mi-UurOrp~!” Whatever she had meant to comment on the recently devoured Railgun was erased by a lungfull of air pressing it’s way around the Esper lodged in her gullet. Similarly out of breath, said girl was relegated to an unmoving lump in Last Order’s digestive tract-easily dwarfing the short statured clone, bridging the distance between her place residing on the bench, and the rough path beneath. Once again giving up on complicated thoughts for the time being, Last Order reclined in her seat and left her stomach to make good on her impulsive act.

While the girl dozed off, her recent occupant startled awake at the unpleasant sensation flooding her senses. An acrid sting filled what little air remained in her surroundings, half filled with enzymes and nearly all the rest sealed by encroaching flesh that threatened to rob her of what little movement she could manage to keep her eyes and nostrils above the pool seeping in around her.

Panic ebbed at her rationality, curled up and immobilized. She could barely think, she needed to breath. Every inhale felt like breathing in smoke, she couldn’t move and everything was dark. When the last of the potable oxygen vacated her lungs, a flurry of strength entered her body. With a near shrieking burst of desperate aggression, the surface of Last Order’s belly erupted into a pulsating expanse of undulations. The rippling flesh quickly died off however, punctuated by a loud CRACK! The engorged girl stirred in her slumber, smacking her lips and pawing at her gut which quivered then laid still.

Hours passed in the tucked away corner of the park, and the girl slept on-lulled back to sleep by a steady stream of grumbles as the mass was pulped and sifted within her. Before dawn, her gut had drawn up off the ground and rested comfortably in her lap, still working on the leftovers of her meal-but now nestled in a healthy coating of adipose that ballooned outwards from her midriff. When Last Order awoke with a yawn, she was startled again when it trailed into a mighty burp that shook all drowsiness from her mind.

With that clarity came a burning scarlet that decorated her face; both embarrassment and realization of the potential enormity of her actions-her body notwithstanding. Standing up from the bench caused her gut to droop with an immensely audible blorp that flushed her cheeks even further-exacerbated more when she self consciously drew her tarp over her body; the ends of which covering nowhere near enough skin to hide her gut from any potential onlookers.

“Misaka Misaka, is sorry she treated your kindness with such regr-Oorp! Regrettable callousness... but she must admit, you have helped her fa... far... U-ugh,” a familiar wave of nausea raced through her, rising from the core of her being and quickly splattering itself across the worn ground before her.

“Mi- ...I must also admit you’re also giving quite a substantial amount of difficulty-even drenched in tea, your clothes in fact do not taste good at all, especially the second time around...,” The once prestigious school uniform was nearly unrecognizable, mostly digested and coated in a thick mucus as it was. Loath as she was to touch such a thing, she knew that both regurgitating it-as well as disposing of it within the nearby foliage-was a far better alternative to finding it resurfacing alongside the other remainders of Academy City’s now former 3rd Ranked Esper. That she hadn’t yet found Mikoto’s shoes among the ruined clothes was bad enough.

Beyond that, Last Order wasn’t entirely certain as to her current objective. Dying had been postponed, at least for the moment-and while she was fairly certain this was a one time thing; seeking help in her contemporaries seemed a somewhat, risky, venture at the moment. While she did maintain control of the network, her addled self had likely uploaded enough context clues for the other clones to figure out her actions. She doubted they would make themselves known around her anytime in the foreseeable future.

Likewise, she wasn’t certain she could face any of them herself. Despite her unimpressive physique, she now outweighed most of her fellows-an embarrassment compounded by the fact that she still hasn’t found any wearable clothing. Shaking her head after a muted glance towards the disturbed bushes, she resolved to continue trawling the streets; surely she would manage to turn her luck around before daybreak...

...Several minutes later, she would curse after realizing the tokens she belched up were not, in fact, legal tender.




And that is my obligatory upload for the month, assuming I don’t post anything else until February. This is an image by  Ecchipandaa from back in September, but I held onto it for previously stated reasons.

Slight explanation for the blurb-that may get replaced later, as this is not my best work by far (If I had the time, I would try to make this even slightly in character for both of them); I haven’t been great with dialogue writing recently (or ever, if you’re a pessimist), and the Misaka network is especially confusing as they have a self narration tick. The reason I dropped her self narrated repetition is because they do that whenever their information is being uploaded to the network-and I imagined that Last Order, as both the system administrator and as a clone (and person in general), probably-at least subconsciously-doesn’t want the entire network to know she just ate/digested their progenitor, no?

Anyway, it’s mostly because I have trouble properly replicating their speech patterns-but props to this guy for putting it so concisely a few years back:

https://anime.stackexchange.com/a/66122

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