When school is over, I can finally start to wrap this day up.

  Although I have to deal with the fact that there's a lot on my mind.

  Most noteworthy would likely be that this whole plan seems to blow more and more out of proportion.

  It certainly wasn't planned that the school queen would get involved, not to speak of turning this into some huge event.

  At least, we now have a date.

  This Saturday night.

  Quite simply, because on Friday someone might still be around after school hours, and Sunday would be really dumb as we'd have to get back up on time the next day, which isn't something I’d wish on anyone after what I'm going to subject them to.

  So yeah, Saturday.

  The wonders are quickly informed.

  Perk of me having full reign over every part of the school, via imbued flesh growth.

  At this point, none of them objects anymore.

  They know they shouldn't.

  Therefore, there's not a lot to say about this.

  Basically, I only told them to each prepare some act with which we're going to convince my poor victims about them.

  Of course, with severe restrictions, those interactions will neither kill nor in any other way permanently harm anyone.

  Yet even with things being like this, I feel pretty bad about this whole thing.

  Tricking my fellow students into being subjected to some minor, or worse, trauma is hardly ethical.

  And that I'm doing it to prevent further deaths among the students just makes it one of those 'means and ends' situations.

  Basically, nothing I can be proud of.

  It's kinda hard on me that I just can't justify to myself the things I'm doing.

  So instead, I just want to think about something else for now.

  I suppose our family dinners help with this.

  It's quite fun.

  Among other reasons, because a big part of those are made up of stuff I brought from my personal dream.

  Some of those vegetables are completely different from what we have here on Earth.

  Which is kinda ironic, regarding my dad, as he didn't comment about the meals, which means they must be normal to him.

  But what would the Earth equivalent be?

  And how would that have been programmed in?

  At least, this helps to distract my mind a bit from all those troublesome thoughts.

  Yet only for so long, till this very thought brings me right back on track.

  Apparently, enough for Mum to catch up on it.

  Damn.

  "Iori, did something happen today at school?" (S)

  She says so with a slight hint of concern.

  Although I'm not sure if it's for me, or because of the implications.

  But more importantly, why does she have to be so on point?

  "If you have any worries, you can tell us about them." (Chr)

  "Uh, no? School was mostly fine. No incidents... Yet." (I)

  Why that look from Mum?

  Did she hear that last part?

  And now the two are looking at each other, but nobody speaks a word!

  "Alright, why don't we go into your room for a moment, Iori?" (S)

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  "That's really not necessary." (I)

  "I insist." (S)

  She insists...

  So I find myself together with Mum in my room a moment later.

  She doesn't waste any time.

  "Iori, I can see that something is bothering you. I also think that it's part of our arrangement that you should talk to me if this is the case." (S)

  She's right.

  As always.

  "You know... You told me that I'm fine as I am, as long as I don't do anything outright evil, right?" (I)

  "I think I worded it a bit differently, but generally speaking, yes." (S)

  "You see, I'm going to do something this weekend that I feel is kinda wrong." (I)

  For a long moment, Mum just looks at me.

  Then she just normally proceeds.

  "Alright, speak on. You know, I need details on those things. It's pretty obvious that you wouldn't just get to this point for fun, not with the way you're being so squeamish about it right now." (S)

  "Yes, you see, there is this problem at my school. Kinda huge. And I wanted to solve it for everyone. But from all the solutions I was looking into, I only found one that is less problematic than the others. Still, now that it gets serious, I feel like I settled for something bad." (I)

  "Iori, you got this thing about purposefully avoiding getting concrete. So maybe start with that?" (S)

  Sigh, right.

  So I tell her about the supernatural-wonder situation at my school.

  How they'd kill people if left unattended, how they'd just reshape if I were to exterminate them, how I'm unwilling to just brute force my desired effects, effectively enslaving everyone's minds in the process, and how this ultimately leads me to settling for giving some, more or less, innocent students and classmates the scare of their life, as I lure them into a horror trap.

  When I'm done, Mum first takes a deep breath.

  Then she settles herself before starting to talk.

  "Okay, that was quite a lot. To be honest, I'm not quite sure if a proper mother should help her daughter continue with her pranks." (S)

  "Ehm, 'prank'? I think it's a little more than just that." (I)

  "I'd say ultimately it comes down to this. I can't say that I find it great that you're going to do this kind of thing. It's not exactly a nice thing to do. However, you aren't going to seriously harm anyone, Iori. Of course, any clean solution would be preferable, as what you've planned will certainly not be a pleasant experience. Yet you told me you couldn't find any better. While there's little to be done about the fact that you won't be the nice one in this scenario, you're ultimately doing it for their sake as well. As questionable as your solution may be. Also, I trust you took my teachings well enough to heart not to cross certain lines." (S)

  Well, this is all about this.

  "But, it still feels so wrong!" (I)

  "If my opinion alone isn't enough, then let's ask your dad." (S)

  "Dad!? But, but how? Why? That wouldn't make any sense." (I)

  Dad can't even understand what we're talking about.

  Whenever supernatural stuff comes up, he simply overhears it.

  "Iori, he's still your dad. Don't you think it's unfair to shut him out like this?" (S)

  I guess it is?

  Dad was always the "fun" parent.

  The one to give me a good time, but less about strict parenting and heavy emotional stuff.

  Still, recently, I never opened up to him, as I'm afraid it might trigger the spell on him in a problematic way.

  "Well, then I'll consult with him." (S)

  I, I'm not quite comfortable about this.

  Yet I can't quite tell my mother how to do my parenting.

  Well, I could, but not without breaking all my self-imposed rules and boundaries.

  So Mum tells him a version of what I told her.

  I guess it goes more in the direction of doing a scare house for the summer festival, and overdoing it, rather than our ghost wonder mess at school.

  "Well, go for it." (Chr)

  What!?

  "Ehm, excuse me?" (I)

  "I think you're on the right track. If you think you're right, then you should follow up on it. Don't let boundaries define you. Sometimes one has to jump over them to do what truly matters. Or do you think I got your mother by doing what others say?" (Chr)

  Right, I remember that story.

  But I didn't know that Dad could be so passionate.

  Maybe he does have a point.

  Sometimes something is worth going as far as one does.

  However, I also know that some boundaries simply need to be maintained.

  Otherwise, I may become a monster one day.

  On the other side, a scare should be fine.

  But I'll personally make sure nothing worse will happen to them.

  Or whoever did so will face my wrath.