Quantum Coding {Dr. Kahl FtM TFTG MC}

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

An enraged roar seemed to shake the entire household, along with furious stomping, before harsh breathing as an option was selected. Rebecca Kathrine was home alone for the week, and decided to dedicate much of that time to playing Cuphead. She had made it through most of the other bosses, until a roadblock smacked her across the face: Dr. Kahl. For the last three days, she had been trying to beat Dr. Kahl, with… less than stellar results. She had yet to even get past phase two with the homing bombs and flying head, until today, and she had lost again without getting a single hit on the last phase due to the barriers. Over seventy deaths to this boss, and she was fuming with rage, her long brown hair frazzled with wild strands and her blue eyes almost looking red.

She started up the boss again, sweating from stress and infuriation. After marathoning through the first two phases, she glared at Kahl’s cheeky grin. He took out a gem and began laughing his signature laugh, which had long since started to grate on her nerves like a rusty cheese grater, and her barely surviving the barrage of electricity and barriers with one hit point left. She let her impulse do the talking, as she closed her eyes and yelled at the top of her lungs:

“BY MY PURELY MATHEMATICAL CALCULATIONS, IF YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH ONE MORE TIME, I’LL SHOVE MY D*^$ IN THERE!”

Suddenly, everything went silent, and everything seemed to freeze. She opened her eyes, cleaned off her glasses slightly, and looked up to see the level completely devoid of any assault, the electricity having fizzled out and a complete lack of flying barriers, and Kahl and his robot in an odd animation. The robot’s head had a different expression, their head leaning up and away and looking at Cuphead, as if shocked and disgusted, and he had two robotic hands covering up a confused Dr. Kahl’s ears, with Dr. Kahl not seeming to know what was going on. All of this was completely out of left field, and Miss Kathrine tried to calm herself down for a second, but ended up doing a breakneck as voice acting exited her speakers. There was no text box and no lip-sync, but the character’s faces changed when they said different things.

“Uuuuhhh… boooot, what did they say? I couldn’t hear.”

The robot looked uncertain at first, looking down and biting his lip, before looking back up at Kahl.

“Something that you wouldn’t be a fan of: Bad calculations.”

Kahl shook his head, but seemed to roll with it, the robot seeming do sigh and close his eyes with relief. Miss Kathrine looked at the screen and grinned mischievously; this was probably a horrid idea, but she just couldn’t resist.

“No, I said that if he did that godawful laugh again, I was going to force-feed him my-“

As she completed her sentence, the robot seemed too late to cover up Kahl’s ears, and Kahl’s eyes widened, and he looked… traumatized. Kathrine laughed loudly, almost crying from laughing so hard: wow, this was rich! She kept laughing, before the robot’s head seemed to absolutely lose it, its eyes squinting and becoming bright yellow-and-red ring cycles, and now having a perpetually toothy frown. Steam burst from the spikes on the sides of its head as Dr. Kahl seemed to completely lose control of the robot, him looking around in panic. The robot used its hands to pull out the two crystals and throw them in the air, the crystals now sending out a perpetual stream of bullet hell pain while orbiting around the now erratically-moving robot. The robot would occasionally bring out its two robotic hands again for a very quick thunder clap with a parriable shockwave.

Great, now the boss was even worse. She didn’t even seem to care about the game’s sudden bout of self-awareness, she was too busy trying to dodge the endless flow of nonsense on the screen. At least there wasn’t any flying barriers, even though those two crystals would block shots if they were in her way. Kahl’s panicked noises soon started to get on her nerves as well, especially since it didn’t seem to stop in this long surprise of a final phase. And by long, it was long; she seemed to have been unloading shots into that dumb robot head for minutes at this point, even with it being easier to hit. She had been hammering down on the fire and movement buttons for so long that her hands were starting to hurt, but this pain felt… odd. She didn’t care about the abnormal pain, however, as she tried to get her shots in, including weaseling in some falling bombs while dodging.

First there was silence, and then… horrendous, pained roaring, like the start of this attempt. She lurched back, almost banging her head against the wall her couch lined. She took that one last hit, and it ended up being a mutual kill, seeing the defeat animation of the robot’s head while Cuphead’s ghost floats up. The defeat screen’s art contrasted the defeat animation of the surprise boss. While the animation had the robot look tired and in pain, the defeat bust looked almost threatening, with them doing a Kubrick Stare with harsh black lighting, more like an old-school comic book than a Fleischer cartoon, seeming to look beyond the screen and grinning, The defeat text was ominously vague: “Learn some manners, missus.” She held her head, growling, before sighing. “Learn some manners?” This confused her, as the screen slowly paled, before becoming a blinding white, causing her to cover her face and eyes in pain and dropping the controller.

After she felt that the light had dimmed down, she put her hands down, her eyes finally not being assaulted. She rubbed her glasses with one hand, before noticing that the pain did not go away, and that it was spreading of all things. Her vision was still blurry, which led to her grabbing her glasses and cleaning them off, when she noticed that she didn’t remember her glasses looking like that. Through what blurry vision she had, she noticed that the rims seemed much thicker and rounder, and that they were a bright green. She put them on again, mostly trying to take her mind off of the strangeness of it all.

Kathrine clasped and rubbed her hands together to try and relax them and reduce the pain, before she finally looked down at her hands and her throat jumped. The amount of fingers on her hands had been reduced, leaving them with four fingers each, and she was wearing a pair of short white gloves. She shook her head and whimpered, crawling all over the couch before falling off clumsily; this couldn’t be real. The dark sleeves curled up with cuffs and began bleaching themselves white, gaining buttons along the torso and a perked collar, soon leaving her with a white lab coat. She shivered and whelped as she noticed her bra disappear, covering up her chest, but soon she noticed that her breasts were quickly gone as well. She trembled in pain as she grew in height and her gender changed, leaving him writhing on the floor. His pants became jet black in color, along with his sandals becoming black dress shoes. He was blubbering nonsense as his brown hair became an unnatural, grapish purple, and his hair began falling apart, before curving in an almost silly way, looking a bit like horns. His nose became rounder, and a bit larger, and he gained a poofy, fluffy moustache, and a sharper-looking, curled beard, and his eyebrows became similarly fluffed. The iris and pupil of each eye merged, making his eyes pure black with some shine.

He writhed and seethed in pain, trying to clumsily stand up with support from a nearby wall. His tongue hung limply from his mouth, him breathing heavily, before gagging and stumbling over the couch as his voice changed. After a long time, partially out of fear and of pain, he finally felt he could stand up steadily. He looked around in a paranoid manner, before taking the time to look at himself; this didn’t feel real, there shouldn’t be any realm of possibility that this should be real, but it was. He still couldn’t believe it, even seeing it with his own eyes, and his arm and hand trembled, his knees soon following with buckling; no, no, no, this was impossible! Mathematically impossible! And why did he feel so normal like this, so comfortable, like he was always like this? He wasn’t always like this, he was originally-

…Wait, why was his brilliant mind so confused? He thinks he’s someone else, was someone else, and seems to not know who he is. Something, something with a “K”… and there was only one way to find out, and something in his gut about it made him feel immensely guilty about doing this for some reason. He took a deep breath, and began laughing his lungs out. Pure, unbridled, maniacal laughter boomed through the house, and in this fit, he failed to notice the television light turning a sickly yellow, before steam blew in his face and mechanical sounds almost grinded on his ears. Soon he felt a giant presence in the room, and after his long bout of laughter, he looked up to see a gigantic robot, adorned with yellow lights, staring him down.

Upon seeing the giant robot that seemed to be crawling just to barely fit in the room, his eyes widened, and he couldn’t help it; he screamed like a banshee before the robot took one hand and covered up his mouth, making a “shhhh” gesture.

“DR. KAHL. DON’T WORRY, I WOULDN’T HURT YOU; YOU’RE MY CREATOR. I TOOK CARE OF THAT RUDE, VULGAR “KATHRINE” GIRL… ON THE QUANTUM LEVEL, IF THAT IS OKAY.”

Something mentally clicked in his head; Kahl! That was it! But Kathrine…

“Kathrine? Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“THAT’S HOW DEALING WITH SOMEONE ON THE QUANTUM LEVEL WORKS, KAHL.”

The robot seemed to grin widely when saying that. Kahl chuckled, before bursting into laughter.

“EHAHAHAHAH! You really are a weapon of mass destruction! I made you well!”

The robot looked flattered with him saying that.

“Now… with these new capabilities, where should we go?”

The robot grinned again, patting Kahl on the head with an equally crazy look in their eye.

“NOT “WHERE,” BUT “WHAT.” HOW ABOUT WE… TAKE OVER THE WORLD. THIS PLACE IS DIFFERENT, AND EASY.”

Dr. Kahl looked to the side, before his eyes lit up: a place that is easy to take over? He looked back at the robot and grinned widely, like his creation.

“AHAHAHAHAAAAH! You’re brilliant! Like creator, like creation!”

Kahl rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

“Let’s blow this place to pieces, then!”

The robot laughed, and changed up the antenna on their head, firing a technicolor laser that blasted the ceiling above them to dust.