Huh. You know, I clicked on this story expecting a low-brow, profanity-filled comedic romp. And I got it, for sure. But happily, that's not all there is to this story.

The structure of this story is good. I would complain about the sheer volume of filth spewing from Forte's inner monologue, but to be fair this is pretty much how I imagined his mind working. What I did not necessarily expect were the glimpses of existential dread, self-sacrifice, and emotional growth on display as the story progresses. And the end? It really was the only way it could've ended, isn't it? Heavy stuff, surprisingly so.

In closing, 7/10. A little short but surprisingly deep story masquerading as a crack-fic. Good read, thank you for sharing!

Wow it all started off funny but now this is deep this is like a horror movie and someone has to sacrifice themselves for the others

Putting us in the head of Bass- an appropriately vulgar and impassioned Bass- is a wonderful narrative decision. It alters your narrative voice in interesting ways: while you might never in 3rd person refer to something as "the clicky thing", having Bass call it that fits neatly. You're able to keep focusing on things you care about (the effects of neglect and bonds, for example) through a wholly different prism. It works very well.

It's also fascinating that you're publishing this at the same time Jixie has been working through their "Running in Second Gear" series. Those stories feature a Wily who ultimately was capable of loving Bass (albeit in a damaged and jangling way). The contrast between him and the Wily in this story (which is consistent with your Blues-story Wily) is stark and effective. The fact that your Bass is changing but without mellowing is also entertaining.

"I'm king shit of Fuck mountain. From this day on, I'm not gonna be anybodys chump".

That line was so good. Please update soon!

Great job on this one, Kanoes!