✧ The Repository ✧

You take a deep breath as a girl with long hair opens the large metal gates. They creak as you open them, revealing a place where freshly-oiled gears spin, lightbulb filaments flicker ever so brightly, and shining golden webs are weaved, capturing ideas to use for the day.. She turns, her silver hair glowing in the golden sunlight, saying in her gentle voice, “Welcome to the Repository.”

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ Dailies ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

✩ Daily 1: Intro ✩

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✩ Daily 2: Five Words ✩

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✩ Daily 3: Portmaneau ✩

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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✧ Weeklies ✧ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

✧ Weekly 1: Worldbuilding ✧

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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ☾ Word Wars ☽ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

☾ Word War 1: Claustrophobia ☽

Opponent: @aviva_

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✩ Daily 1 - 1k intro ✩

The virtual world has been revamped since the last time Haruhi got here. She glanced around, looking at all the shiny new posters and holograms that had formed in Untitled. There was one of her favorite idols, smiling at the occupants of this world like they had never been through their fifth focus events. In fact, those idols were everywhere, and in bright colors that only art students and bees can see. Even where they weren't physically present, you can feel their passionate aura emanating from the buildings, and even in the lively music that plays throughout the streets. It refreshed Haruhi's energy, making her feel like she could do anything. Haruhi then checked her brand-new watch, and it said it was 12:00. Haruhi stopped breathing for a minute. She was late for something important - yet again! She facepalmed and ran at the speed of light to the stop, praying that the train won't leave without her.
Phew. Just at the last minute. She hopped on in an instant, hoping that won't happen again.
When she got off, she was shocked. Even though the windows took up one wall, only a sliver of light lit the place. She could see a train chugging through the rails of the place. Hold up. Another train station? Did she get on the wrong train? She glanced around, sweating. She could barely even navigate that place. Haruhi took a deep, calming breath, like her uncle taught her. Breathe in, and breathe out. She thought of the first thing that she would use to find where she is. Aha! Signs. They happen to be in most places. She looked and saw a large white metal sign, which looks like it was so old that a good portion of the sign looks faded. Paint was chipped off at the edges. It said in loopy cursive, “SWStation - Connecting Station for All Campers.” On the bottom, it had a print version, that is in the font used for accommodating dyslexic people. On the sides, it had an image of a turtle that seemed to be wearing a pirate hat, and an fuzzy looking plush shark and a plush bear. Haruhi sighed. This was the place she was looking for. She then realized that she didn't have a ticket! She broke into a flustered sweat, looking around, yet not seeing that there was a ticket booth in front of her. Soon, she stopped panicking and started to notice the navy blue ticket stand, which looks like it was ran by a shark plush that you could buy from your local IKEA.

A familiar, soft hand lightly tapped her shoulder. It was Blahaj. He said, “You're Haruhi, right?”

Haruhi nodded. She said, “Yup!”

Blahaj said, smiling, “You aren't taking the train. You're taking portal.”

Haruhi gasped, and her brain timed out for a little while. Portal? She has never taken a portal before. She can't even afford to take portal transport! Is it even safe?

Haruhi said, still confused by what Blahaj said, “Can I take the train instead? I can't exactly afford portal transport.”

Blahaj said, standing up straight, “The guardian of the venerable city of Athens insists you take portal. In fact, she'll pay for you, since you all are basically the chosen ones.”

Haruhi, even more bewildered, said, “So, I have to take portal to… Greece? Can't I take a plane instead?”

Blahaj sighed. He said, in his most serious tone, “It's. Portal. Or. Nothing.”
Haruhi shrugged. Since Blahaj and whomever the “Guardian of the Venerable City of Athens” wants her to take portal, she begrudgingly walked to the sign labeled, “PORTAL USERS ONLY. WARNING: ACUTE DIZZINESS, AND THE DESIRE TO FIND THE DAM SNACKBAR.”

The warnings gave her a shiver down her spine. She already felt butterflies and a volcano in her stomach, and a nagging feeling to tell her to not go into the portal. But, that tiny, judgemental voice in her head told her to step inside, or else she was a big chicken. She brushed that feeling aside. Okay. She was about to take a step into the portal room. A room that's existence was brand-new to her. A room that she felt a little queasy just about it. But, what's life without a few risks? She dashed into the portal room and was greeted by a giant, looming, spinning, golden vortex. All of her hair stood on end. That's what portals are like? She did NOT want to go into that thing! She took one tiny step towards the monstrous black hole-esque thing that was supposed to be considered a form of transport. Nope. She ran away like it was a burning building. She stepped forward again. Nope. She immediately ran away once she got a closer look at the portal. It emanated a sound that was so horrifying, words cannot describe it. The other person next to her told her, eyebrows furrowed, “Move it! You signed up to fight gods.”

Fight what now? Before she could think about it, the other person kicked her with all their strength into the horrifying portal.

Haruhi's head was spinning. She collapsed on the hard concrete floor. What was happening? Soon, she gained consciousness and saw a blurry outline of three people in togas. They must be officials in Ancient Greece. Their stare was as cold as ice. Haruhi shivered just looking at them. She was about to run away, but something told her to stay. One of them, who has long blond hair just like Annabeth Chase said, “Welcome, child of Athena, to the Battlefield. You must save Athens from those Spartans.” She said Spartans with a sort of anguish she has never heard before.

The other ones nodded in agreement. One of them said, “You need a place to stay, young one.” She was right. She did need a place to stay.

The one who offered her a place to stay had a nametag on her toga that said, “WILLOW” in bold letters. She said, “Welcome to the Ville d' Sofia. That's where you all are going to be staying.”

Willow, and the other ones who she figured are named Sage and Kat, take her to the Ville. It wasn't bad! It was surprisingly comfortable for an ancient Greek hotel. Sage said, staring at her with a serious look in her eye, “You're going to start your training tomorrow.” Sage's face softened, giving her a silly and lighthearted air. It was like she took off a heavy mask of doom. She chirped, “Good luck fighting gods!”

Welp, Haruhi is probably cooked.

✩ Daily 2 - Portmaneau ✩

Introducing… the Griefanspital. It's a very well air-conditioned hospital for patients that are grieving. Studies show that freezing cold air sure helps with all the grief in the brain. All that fog, all that muckiness… You just feel overtaken by it… Ahh… my mother. I still like thinking about her sometimes… Oh no! We need to cure ALL the sadness, as stated by the Happiness and Peace Comittee! We can't be like this! So, we turn up the cold to so cold that all the thoughts are numbed! That's a good distraction from the grief… right? Right?

(some person in the background): I still miss my mother! She was so dear to me!

Oh well! I suppose that's true… You can never really get rid of those memories… but you can ICE. THEM. OUT!

*turns up the Big Fan to 100*

Background Person: AAAAAAAAAACK! I can't even think! My brain feels like it has icicles growing on icicles! It feels… so sharp… I don't feel so good… Ouch! I feel a jab in my stomach! I don't think fans should even do such a thing!

Oh well! Looks like it works for this person over there! But, it looks like they're not feeling happy! Time to turn it off now. Hopefully they won't ever think of their mother ever again. Now that I think of it… Oh no! Looks like it's fan time again. Works every time!

*comedically large words say “Works every time!” around the speaker*

Background Person: I still miss my… Nevermind. I don't want to have to deal with the Big Fan again. Yeesh. Now, back to my normal job at Normal Corporation! Sigh…

Job stress? If you go to the Griefanspital, you can ice that out too! It needs a little less fanpower, so, our Small Fan would work perfectly!

“Doctor”: Okay, BP. Time for you to go to the room with the Small Fan.

The Small Fan, despite lacking in size, it makes up for with style! It will blast happy music, like “Friday” by Rebecca Black, “APT.” by Bruno Mars and Rose, “Baby” by Justin Bieber, “Call Me Maybe” by Carly Rae Jepsen, and so much MORE! All at ONCE! So you can have the maximum EFFECT!

Background Person: HELP. STOP. THIS. PLEASE.

“Doctor”: Not until your feelings of dissastisfaction went away.

Background Person: They're gone! Just give me a pass and send me to my job!

“Doctor”: Okay!
“Doctor”, hushed: Now say that you want to come here again the next time you are grieving.

Background Person: I… want to come here next time… when I am grieving?

“Doctor”: Louder, and more enthusiastic!

Background Person: I want to come here next time when I am grieving!

See? Like good ol' BP, you can ice your grief away in the Griefanspital! Yay!

Warning: May cause feelings of madness, and/or feeling crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. I was in a room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. I was in a room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. I was in a room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy.

I think that's it, Warning Man.

Come to the Griefanspital today to ice out your grief!

☾ Word War 1 - Claustrophobia ft. @aviva_ ☽

Is now a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic? Yeah, we're stuck in the evelator, but you are being very stubborn and taking up to o much space! We need to go down, not stay here! We have Twisteds to deal with! Shrimpo, stop taking up space! Toodles! No! Don't touch that thing! Oh no. The eleavatory shrink. This is a annoying. I hate this. Why do I have to be with these two! If it were Goob, then it would be so much worse! Oh man, I wish Twisted Teagan didn't take all my tapes. I need my tapes! I need to create hearts! Teagan, I will never forgive you for this. Also, there was this Poppy who took these tapes for me. Something telsl me that she isn't playing for mastery. I think she is brand new to the game, because no one.

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✧ Weekly 1 - Worldbuilding ✧

Part 1

The people of DELTASC4PE live in a high-tech, futuristic world that is ruled by five gods presiding over the five elements. Each of the five gods presides over a “path”. There is Ventus, the path of air, Aquus, the path of water, Pyrus, the path of fire, Terrus, the path of earth, and Mettalus, the path of well, metal. You get your path at the age of 12, where the gods know you and know what powers suit you the best. Sometimes, you get rare “light” and “dark” paths, ruled by the two major gods. There is only one god who doesn't get a path: the Ancient Evil. The Ancient Evil was born from the gods of Light and Dark. Because the Ancient Evil couldn't become a god due to his parents not being able to procreate, it turned evil, and swore revenge on all the gods.

Because the paths are formed based off of personality and not your birth, people of different paths are equal in most lands. But, that doesn't mean that they don't have their own biases. People who follow the path of Terrus usually don't like the people who follow the path of Ventus. They think that people of the Ventus path usually are too airheaded and scatterbrained, and usually have bad and useless jobs, such as hologram performer. Terrus people think that hologram performers will be outdated soon. This is just one example.

Some relevant locations in DELTASC4PE is the main fortress, where the gods discuss plans and other government-y stuff. It looks like an old, rusted, building, that looks very official.

There is a civil war brewing, and there is a rebellion against it. They meet up at the Kirameki Cafe, where no one can suspect a thing. Luckily, they haven't been found out yet! It looks like your average cafe, with your average robot servers and average cakes and pastries, but they sometimes have secret messages if you are a certain person.

The hiearchy is the Gods, the Gods' mortal second-in-command, and then there are the people who work with the gods, and then there are the techies, then the average workers, then the people who don't have homes.

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part tres

Rei Asagiri woke up in her sister's lab. Her vision was clouded, but she could make out thin sillouhettes of her sister and a strange device. Then, she lifted up a part of her skin… or maybe it was something else. Eh, she was probably fixing up some injury she had. She couldn't think too much, as she felt a cold needle injected into her skin, making her eyelids feeling heavy and droopy.

When she woke up, she tried to get herself some orange juice and toast, like usual. She reached for the orange juice, but her arm pulled back, like it was being pulled on a string. How strange. Probably nothing much. Then, she tried to grab a piece of toast. But, she was pulled back again. She then tried to recall what happened to her. But, all that she remembered was a hazy blur. Something then clicked in her brain, and then she spaced out for a bit. She realized that she has finished a salad. She doesn't even like most salad! She needed to take a walk to clear her mind. But then, her mind fogged up again, and she tried to think, but she fell into unconsciousness.

She then woke up with the most gaudy black shoes, with black rhinestones all over them. Something like her sister, or that random performer girl would wear. She gasped, trying to take them off, but her own body fought back with full force. Rei then took some steps back, realizing that she was no longer in control. Her body walked her to the grand dressing room. She clapped two times to open the big closet, and then she tried to pick out a practical sweater and jeans, but then, like a puppet, she clumsily put on a top that had an X for straps at the top, a pair of black gloves that were fingerless, and a leather jacket. She shook her head at how she looked. This looked so impractical. It practically screamed, “Look at me! I'm noticeable, and probably going to commit a crime!” She then put on a pair of black shorts, while her body looking for a belt. She understood, as it seemed like it was going to fall off anytime soon. Soon, it felt like a string yanked her head to look at the belts on the top shelf. So, her body tapped both of her shoes, and she started floating. She attempted to turn them off, but her brain was unresponsive. She grabbed two more belts, and put them on. She then spaced out again, seeing her sister in the corner of her eye.

Suddenly, she was at the Tokimeki Market. What did her- or her body want for food? Her shoes started glowing red, and she floated into the double doors of the market. The market was its usual pastel color. She floated past some mirrors. She looked… different. Taller. More… mature. Her features were sharper, and she was wearing a pair of shades that looked like devil's wings which accented her right eye's sharpness, and its inexplicable appearance which happens to be comparable to a violet flame. She looked at her left eye, but it turns out that it was covered. She looked like the spitting image of someone her sister would idolize. Not her. That girl in the mirror? That was not her. Something in her whispered, “You look good, Rei.”

Rei broke into a sweat. This didn't sound like her normal internal monologue.

Her head turned to look at a girl with electric-blue hair and another girl with sandy brown hair. They seem to be casually chatting with a boy with green hair. The boy with green hair was wearing raggedy clothes. He must be an orphan. Oh well. Just some teens hanging out with an orphan. She tried to walk away, but the voice whispered, “You realized that you aren't in control, right?” Rei nodded. She noticed that it was like being in the backseat of your own body. She shuddered just thinking about that. She then spaced out and was transported to a dark place, where she faced another girl who looked a little like her, except taller, with longer hair which turns purple when the light hits it. Her eyes looked the same as she looked now, except her left eye was unnaturally red. It was almost glowing. She was wearing a lacy black gown, which made her look like a combination of a princess and a fairy-tale witch. She held Rei, but Rei pushed against her. She seemed to be wearing a crown made out of pure black crystal, almost like the ones that grow deep in the forest. She whispered into Rei's ear, “This is your first mission. It's actually mine, but let's see if your body can handle it.”

Rei scratched her head. Mission? Like, Guardian missions? She turned and said, with a sharper voice than usual, “Who do you think you are, and why are you taking me out on a mission?”

The woman said, “Oh, Just call me Taetel.” She then disappeared, and she returned to her body. It turns out that the people she just saw were right in front of her. Her hand reached out for a sword. Wait… why is she fighting people in a grocery store? The kids braced themselves, nervously grabbing whatever arms they needed. The sandy-haired one got out a beginner light rail, and the blue-haired one just used her fists. The green-haired one just stood back and watched. They seemed to just have started their training. Huh. If she was forced to have a duel with them, then she was going to go easy. She whispered to Taetel, “Let's go easy on them if we have to duel them.”

Taetel cackled in her head, and said, “Oh, hohohoho! You are mistaken. Their fate must end now.”

Rei said, “N-no! They didn't even do anything wrong! Even Guardian missions just defeat them just to prove triumph. We haven't had a full-blown war since the Treaty of 2100!”

Taetel completely ignored her and forced her body to charge at the poor children. The children attempted to hurt her, but she just swerved. Rei tried to point the sword at something… something other than those children, but she just had to watch the atrocities as Taetel put on an elaborate puppet show with her body.

Rei tried to speak up, but Taetel just silenced her and then she spaced out again. She could hear, “Power down” in the back of her head.

Rei woke up, tied to a chair. She didn't hear Taetel this time around. She tried to speak, but the bandages covering her mouth hurt so much. She could hear the sandy-haired one say, “Isn't this a bit too cruel, Anzu?”, and the blue-haired one, whose name happened to be Anzu say, “We do this all the time.”

The blue haired one ripped off her bandages covering her mouth with enough force to take out 10 people of the Guild. She said, “So, do you know anything about the Ancient Evil?”
Rei said, “No…? Other than it must be obliterated at all costs?”

Anzu said, with more force this time, “Then why were you charging at me with only a sword that people who work with the Ancient Evil?”

Rei said, “Well, Taetel picked it out for me.”

Anzu raised an eyebrow. She said, inching a teensy bit closer, “Who's Taetel?”

Rei said, “Oh, just this person that was installed into me by someone that was probably my sister.”

The green-haired one said, “I knew it! This is one of the many Puppets that the Ancient Evil utilizes for his own personal gain!”

Anzu said, voice dragging, “Uggghhh. Don't Puppets willingly give up their body to the Ancient Evil and his many daimons?”

The green-haired one said, “Well, sometimes. But, sometimes, they get taken away just so they can install the Ancient Evil's minions to put the box inside.”

Anzu said, “I still don't trust her.”

Rei said, “Well, I highly apologize to those whom I have charged at. You don't have to forgive me, but please understand, my sister has been doing experiments like this on me for days.”

Anzu said, “I believe you… for now. If you ever pull a stunt like this, you're ending up in Base 01, the most heavily fortified jail in Guerre.”

Rei said, “Well, why are you guys targeted by this… Ancient Evil?”

Sandy said, “To put it simply, we happen to be the ”Chosen Ones“ that can ”end the upcoming war“ before it happens.”

Rei was confused. First of all, there hasn't been a war in 200 years. Second of all, Chosen Ones are usually trained professionals… and oh, right. The gods tend to pick the most inexperienced people for the job for no good reason. She sighed, with a trace of concern. The gods usually don't pick people to end their wars. They must be sent by the gods of Light and Dark. Rei straightened up, but still a little shaky. These newbies, the ones that have been hired for a big job, needed her help. She said as clear as day, “May I please help?”

Sandy and Kian said, smiling, “Sure!”

Anzu said, “As long as you don't do something like this ever again, you're good to go.”

Rei smiled, happy to be part of such an important party.

(1574 words)

part fore

It was the year 2100. Five beings gathered around the table. A holo-projection of the agreements that they have decided on after the war lit up the middle of the table. One of them, with hair that looked like it was made of dancing fire said, “Alright! So everybody say ‘aye’ in favor of these agreements.”

Every god raised their hands and said “aye” with enough force to topple the newly built city of Delt4scape down.

Two of the beings, one which radiated brightness that was brighter than the sun, and another one which had an aura as dark as the night sky. They said, together, “Aye.”

Every god seemed to nod in agreement.

Soon, two of the gods broke one of the most important agreements - no children. Not with mortals or with other gods, but a child was produced nonetheless. The child wasn't anything like they've seen before - it was radiating with something that wasn't any of the elements - nor light - nor darkness - it was something that could make even the most ordererly society crumble at its knees - it was the force of chaos.

When the child was born, he said, “Arson!”

Everybody gasped. Could the god of fire create such a horrible creature?

The child looked into the water goddess, Mizu's watery eyes and with its big, round, saucer-like eyes and said, in a pleading voice, “Can I commit arson please?”

Mizu said, in a soft voice, “No, dearie. Also, where did you learn about arson?”

The child shrugged said, “I don't know.” His expression seemed so innocent, that you could forget that he wanted to commit a violent crime.

Mizu said, “It's time for your nap, dear.” Mizu sighed, hoping that the child would get better.

The chaos continued for days and days and weeks and weeks until the god of earth was done with this child. At the next Meeting of the Gods, he slammed his iron fist, smashing the decorative vines on his fingers and arm, and yelled, “Gods. We need to get rid of this child.”

The god of air said unpromptedly, “He broke my vase!” He pronounced “vase” like “vah-se”, like a very fancy god. The god of air wanted to differentiate himself with the people down below. He sighed haughtily, and said, “He's no good for us, if we want to continue living like this.”

The god of fire said, punching the table, which accidentally set it on fire, “He tried to jab a stick into me to set his plush collection on fire! Mind you, he intentionally picked the most expensive plushes and now he is destroying them. He is even defenestrating some of them. Defenestrating. Yeah, you heard me. Defenestrating.”

Everybody in the audience gasped. No one has ever done that in their now-orderly society.

The other gods said their objections, while Mizu watched in horror. How could they do this to a small child? He still had years of life ahead of him. Watery tears fell from her eyes, landing into the new city. She cried so much, that the usually bright city started flickering due to water damage. She said, “We need a compromise. How about if he was exiled, and I can check on him from time to time?”

The gods all agreed with Mizu. After all, all they want is less chaos, right? They took him to the Exile Tree, and forced him to live there for the time being. When that happened, the tree's leaves started wilting, and the leaves looked black - and almost glitchy.

When the child was there, he was lonely. So, Mizu visited the child every year, and even gave him a name, Taemin. Soon, Taemin wanted Mizu to visit less and less, and started pushing her out. Mizu looked at Taemin longingly, hoping that this was just a phase.

While Mizu was gone, Taemin looked at videos of things crashing, burning, and frying. (Taemin really likes fried food.) Taemin realized that those people who crash and burn things are called, “evil” or “chaotic”. Taemin didn't really like the second term, so he called himself, “evil”. He rubbed his hands while smirking menacingly, like most evil beings do. Soon, he devised an “evil” plan. To cause civil war between the gods. Ohohohoho… this will be fun.

He learned the art of forgery, so he could create fake letters to everyone, insulting them and then declaring war. He didn't know if it would work, but who knows? Sometimes, first time's the charm. He went back to his room to let the chaos unfold.

Soon, the gods were arguing about which path was better, and their words got more bitter as they speak. Even Mizu's, who he kind of cared about. But, who cares? As long as things crash and burn, things are going to plan.

After a few years, Mizu walked up to the Tree of Prophecy, and asked for a prophecy. The tree didn't hesitate, or bug her. It spat out a prophecy like it was a piece of bad-tasting duck. It said, “Find the four people. A warrior, a prince, a guardian, and an otherworlder.”

Mizu nodded. She has got a good feeling that she knew who they were.

(868 words)

☾ Word War 2 - Claustrophobia - Reloaded v. @Broken-Ice ☽

The factory trapped me in a big metal box, but they didn't know I was claustrophobic. They are about to sell me to this big factory, where I work and work with no pay. I cry just thinking about the heavy burden on my back, and my heart. I have a family. I have a life, with cheerful, happy children, and a caring, motherly, wife. I want my life back as much as possible. My wife… My wife makes me happy. My wife is a plamp for some reason, and my children are adopted because I need to hve children to be appy, as they make me happy, and they bring the biggest, bgger and brighter than the sun, smile on my face. I need children to be happy because my life doesn't feel fulfilling. My life isn't fufulling anywmore bcause I am being shipped off to the Temu Land Factory. It's like Temu, but worse . Shein is scared just by lookng at the Temu Land factry. I need to take a break. I am taking a break, but I am still scared of te big metal box, and claustrophobia blwws. I really don't like this. It is annyoing, and I dislike it. I keep being squished, and I mught suffocate, either from crippling ear, or criping nightness. I ant tod ispapeear.

What Goes Down in Journalism (171 words)

We write all day, we don't sleep at night.
We wear bags that are oh-so-tight.
We nose around to find news.
It's might be gossip, if you choose
To think about it that way.

We sneak around other cabins to find the scoop.
The scoop is that Myth might eat…
No that is definitely not true,
But we will say that they have a steady diet of…
Never mind. Anything to disparage the others, anywho!

We work in dull factories,
Where we smell paper, and look at a lack of trees,
No, no! We don't touch grass, not at all,
But, we will be here, if you call!

If you call, we will report,
That everybody in Dystopian is short,
The people in Mythology snorts,
While they breathe, and Thriller
has a weird obsession with hornets. (What?)

We write all day, we don't sleep at night.
We wear bags that are oh-so-tight.
We nose around to find news.
It's might be gossip, if you choose
To think about it that way.


The Itsy-Bitsy Campers (Adventure - 167 words)

The itsy-bitsy campers,
Climbed up the big mountain.
Down came the snow,
And made the campers fall.
Up came the sun,
and they're trying to commit arson.
The itsy-bitsy campers,
Keep trying to climb up the big mountain.

The itsy-bitsy campers,
Claimed up the big mountain,
With their oversized backpacks,
With insufficient materials,
Turns out they only packed dry sticks,
And have lost all their water,
Because the water wet the sticks,
And it's more useless than my mother's daughter!

The itsy-bitsy campers,
Climbed up the big mountain,
Turns out someone has a big stick,
And started hitting things again!
The leaders try to stop them,
but they have began to rise.
Turns out that someone with the stick
Was Gurtle in disguise.

The itsy-bitsy campers,
Let Gurtle join them.
Turns out that was a mistake,
as they ate the links that they packed,
When they climb up the big mountain,
they couldn't win at all,
Because Gurtle ate their links,
And now they start to fall.

They have came to take us away, haha! (Dystopian)

Remember when I was chilling in Perfaith City
And I was done with perfection and begged them
To not live so perfectly because I'd do berserk?
WELL,

They dragged me to the rubber room
And the days got worse and worse,
And now you see we're going to start rebelling
With many sticks,

AND

They´re coming to take me away,
Haha, they´re coming to take me away,
Ho ho, hee hee, ha ha,
To the rubber room
Where life will be perfect all the time
And I'll be happy to see
Those nice young men
In they're clean white coats
And they´re coming to take me away,
HA HAAAAAAAAA

The government got angry,
so they laughed and LAUGHED!
I heard them laugh,
and then they gave me a form
To take me away and I'm utterly mad.

AND

They´re coming to take me away,
Haha, they´re coming to take me away,
Ho ho, hee hee, ha ha,
To the rubber room
Where life will be perfect all the time
And I'll be happy to see
Those nice young men
In they're clean white coats
And they´re coming to take me away,
HA HAAAAAAAAA

I was sitting on my gleaming, golden, glamourous throne, looking into my vanity mirror like I always do. There was nothing like looking at your shining, beautiful self after a long day. In fact, I was even more beautiful than the nymphs. They aren't so pretty, aren't they. Look at them, with their fishy hair, and smelly attire.
I sashay out the door, with my finest silk dress. It was white, with pretty golden flowers that are almost as beautiful as me. I applied my favorite lipstick, which was the color of the finest roses of Persephone's garden. I was ready to deliver my most important message that everyone has to hear. The servants did my hair in the most luxurious updo, and put on my crown with jewels that are colors that even the gods would be in awe with.
I clap my hands, and everybody turned to look at me. Of course they do, because why wouldn't they? I said clearly, so everybody can hear, “I am much prettier than the sea nymphs!”
One person in the crowd strutted up to me. Who does she think she is? She then revealed her true form - a semi-transparent body with glowing fish gracefully swimming in it. You would think it looked terrible, but it was entrancing to me. Oh no. it turns out that she was a sea nymph. She glared at me with a look that can hurt the entirety of Greece and said in a low tone, “You have insulted us. We will send a sea monster after you. The only way is to sacrifice your daughter, Andromeda.”
That was easy! My husband swiftly grabbed my daughter, and tied her to a nearby rock for the sea monsters to grab her. Good job, Cepheus! You get an extra special dinner and a movie!

Later, it turns out Andromeda was saved by some sniveling hero named Perseus. He told me, “Hey. You have a nice daughter. Why did you chain her to a rock like… I don't know… You don't exactly chain things to a rock!”
I gasped in the most offended way possible, my mouth wide open, and my eyebrows more furrowed than you can ever imagine. I said, “Well, I needed to save myself that day! After all, we need to preserve beauty.”
Perseus shrugged and said, “Good luck in the heavens. You need to be humbled.”

Well, it turns out it was time for me to go. I sat in my heavenly throne, but I was turned upside down! Do you know the audacity of the gods to turn me upside down in my throne? I was about to Iris-message their manager!
It turns out, that was unnecessary. Zeus floated up to me. It turns out that he was bigger and more imposing than I thought. He said, “You egoistical person. You thought you were the most beautiful, so you then sacrificed your own daughter just so people can look at you. Now everyone has to see you upside down in your throne.”
I sighed, accepting my horrendous fate. Now I just curse people down below, hanging down from my throne.

(525 words)

Sleep Daily

We were on a skiing trip. My friend and best partner, Akito, were playing in the snow. Akito ran up to me and jumped up and down. His eyes lit up with excitement. He said, “Let's have a snowball fight!”

I shrugged, because snowball fights didn't sound too bad. After all, I have drank ice water before. I looked at the soft, shiny snow. Surely they couldn't hurt that much. In the movies, it never hurts. I wouldn't know, because I have very few opportunities to play in the snow, especially with my partner. I smile, thinking about the warmth of us hanging out. Soon, Akito's loud voice cut through my daydreaming. He yelled, “HEADS UP!” Even though I couldn't see his face, I could see his determined grin as he threw the ball. Wait, what does “heads up” mean? I immediately stuck my head up and a big white ball of cold smushed into my face. The sheer force of the snowball was enough to make me fall down backwards. I even felt a ball of hard ice inside the snowball. When I got up, my face felt like there were ice crystals forming inside of my face. It was burning red with pain… and something else, but that's… not important. Akito ran up to me and cried, “Are you okay, Toya? I didn't realize that you haven't had a snowball fight before. I might go easy on you this time. Once you learn to hold your own, then you'll be expecting these from more on.”

I said sheepishly, “Yeah.” When I think about it, I had a lot of fun. Although Akito might have been a little aggressive when throwing that snowball, it was admirable how seriously he took this. Even thought it was just a silly snowball fight, he gave it his all.

Akito said with enthusiasm in his voice, “All right! Let's try this again.” He gave me a big thumbs up. He threw the snowball with a perfect aim, probably learned from soccer. I ran to the right of the ball like a swift angel, but it hit me on the face again. This time, the impact was smaller. I couldn't tell if it were Akito being less aggressive, or it was me getting better, but either way, I was pretty happy with myself. In fact, Akito agreed. He said cheerfully, “You're getting better. Hopefully, you can become on par with me someday.” I smiled, thinking about all the snowball fights we will have in the future.

The young mage strolled in the woods. He could feel the fresh scent of the trees when the wind whipped by. He had a good idea, and this was a good, quiet place to try. He stuck out his bruised hand, let his fingers fly up naturally, and released a red ball of magic, with red tendrils coming out of it. He closed his eyes, staring at the flame-red ball. He sighed, thinking about how evil his magic looked to an untrained eye. Even though it was the magic of his bloodline, his head cowered just looking at it. If he was looking from the outside, he would be afraid of him now. He looked at the sky, which was a deep orange fading into a regal purple, almost like the Revered Knight of the Dark Kingdom's hair.

Suddenly, in a poof of air, a cloaked person appeared right infront of him. They stuck out a bony hand, letting their fingers slowly unfurl to reveal a tomato. Their hood faltered a little in the wind, revealing milky brown eyes, and a kind smile.

He stepped back, feeling like something suspicious was going on.

The cloaked person said in a shaky voice, “I am just a widow. Will you take my tomato?”

A tomato? He doesn't even like vegetables. He shook his head. He said profusely, “No way. I am not eating a tomato, any way, anyhow.” He ran away immediately, wondering why he interacted with this stranger. After all, stranger danger is a very real thing. The stranger poofed in front of him again. She said, “Tomato? It's good for you.”

He tried not to react to the lack of acknowledgement of his preferences, but he really needed to get them to leave him alone! He said, “I don't like vegetables.”

The cloaked person edged closer to the boy. He whispered, “This is a fruit. You can't really refuse a tomato, right?”

The boy gasped at the sheer audacity of the cloaked person. He didn't want to resort to wanton violence, but somehow, he feels like it was necessary. He sighed, putting on his shiny metal cuff that enhances his magic. He said through gritted teeth, “If you don't leave me alone, then I will have to blast you.”

The cloaked person whispered under her breath, saying, “Drat! I can't poison that rotten sorcerer boy!”

They know who he is? He dashed off to nowhere in particular, trying to escape the clasps of the cloaked person.

Neru Yumemiru hunched over their computer, looking through her database for errors in her dream archive. Neru felt a teensy bit drowsy, but now wasn't the time for sleep. But, she needed to dream too. So, they closed her feeble, overheating Chromebook and gave them both a break.

They woke up to a sudden flash of red, and opened their eyes, blinking the sleep out of them. They groaned weakly, “What?” and scanned the room for any glowing red things. Soon, they encountered a large glowing warning on her Chromebook. It was large, glowing, and even though it couldn't say anything, it said, “DATABASE ERROR! DATABASE ERROR!” Neru gasped, pushing herself back in her gamer chair. They clicked on the database as fast as they can. She gasped, realizing that she had 50 missing orders, all from the same person for some reason. Who needs that many dreams in one night? They probably sent her a very angry email saying that “SHE NEEDS TO DELIVER THOSE DREAMS BY 12/12”. That's a pretty far deadline, but that's a lot of things that need to be made. Dreams take time to craft! She sighed in frustration, but she needed to get them ready by next month. She swiftly took her phone out of her pocket, and blasted “Ikouze! Kaitou Shoujou!” as music to hype her up. She then put an update on her website that says, “I have a big order. Do not bother me, or order anything right now.” She gripped her table, and locked in like she has never before.

Anzu closed her eyes. The fan blew a small breeze of cold air, bot not cold enough to cool down her small, sparsely filled room. A piece of inexplicable toilet paper, probably from someone TP-ing her house a few days ago, fluttered down onto her face. She grabbed the toilet paper, and placed it on to her extremely cluttered and ever growing pile on her nightstand. The toilet paper fluttered outside her window, and into the glowing arena where the Apprentice Warriors trained. Another thing blew into her face, tickling her nose. The inside of her nostrils felt like there was something dripping out of them. Turns out, it was an iris. Anzu grabbed one of the many books she had on the pile that she planned to read, but didn't read. She haphazardly placed the iris inside, and slammed the cover with as much force she could muster. A hologram came right outside of the book.

Anzu fell out of her mattress, which didn't have any covering besides a throw blanket. The blanket was tangled up with her, right in front of the giant hologram of a woman with flowing blue hair. She had an aura of softness, yet it was also an aura of authority, with her sharp features and wavy, but not tangled hair. On closer inspection, it turns out that she was the god of water, Mizu. Anzu said with her tone sharply going up, “H-huh?”

The woman said, “Find the chosen one from another world.” She then showed a picture of a girl with sandy hair, in a faded navy blue t-shirt. She was standing at the beach, when the sky was dyed with different hues of orange, pink, and a hint of the night sky peeking through. She was looking towards something, with a confused expression. White rose petals were floating around her, as if they know who she was. The woman said, laughing, “Don't worry. She knows about the prophecy. In fact, I took this picture while I telling her about it.”

Anzu nodded, invigorated by her first mission. It was one from the gods, and one involving a Chosen One! This has been what every single person in the warrior community has been dreaming of. She reached into her “Just In Case” cabinet, and pulled out some dried Canterbury Bells. It was about time that she was finally about to use them. She picked a dry blue flower off of the stem, and threw it into the air, watching it fade away into pixels. The gods know that their official message has been recieved.

(around 400 words)

Mira stood in a hall of mirrors that were reflecting every color except the colors of her. The sandy brown of her hair, the green jacket that she often wears, it was murky and invisible. She heard a voice, that sounded almost as black of the infinite void that surrounded her, with its snakelike breathing and echoey, glitchy sound. It said, “I caught you, Chosen one.” The colors amplified all around her, turning into chromatic aberration. The mirrors shattered all around her, dissipating into shards of overwhelmingly bright neon colors. Despite being surrounded with color, she saw absolutely nothing. Nothing. All she saw was light… all those feelings coming in at once. She could catch a glimpse of her friends, reaching out to her, but not timely enough to save her from this… I don't know.
Underneath all those colors was a strange, sickly, neon green. She saw all those colors surrounding it like toxic sludge that she will never drink. She curled up into a ball, letting it surround her, but not touch her. The muffled sounds of her friends' voices tried to reach her, but it all fades to black… and then neon green. The undercurrents of the black, poisonous voice stings her, and seeps into her brain. She wasn't meant to be the Chosen One. Tears tried to fall out of her eyes, but it was too hard to. The flashes of colors end up in her brain, making her fade to black. Slowly, slowly, she falls down the rabbit hole. The more deeper she goes, the darker the hole gets, and all she could see was a monochromatic static. She could faintly hear her friends screaming for her, but it all sounds like grey. Grey mush. The static eventually closes, like an old television. Zip. Done. She is now just nothing. Nobody. Just a single part of the empty void surrounding her. The empty, not even black, void that exists now. It was her final goodbye.

330 words

Neru Yumemiru was concocting her next dream. A pinch of fairy dust, a smattering of hope, and a jiffy of the fleeting moment when you think you fear something, but in reality, it's quite safe. It swirled with the colors of the flowers and rain. Neru nodded, thinking, “This is nice.” Suddenly, the Grand Dreamweaver laughed as loud as a witch at the top of a spiralling tower, who happened to be stirring a mysterious concoction that involved camper toes, mangoes, and horse liver. Neru turned her head, noticing that the Grand Dreamweaver happened to be talking with… her. The possessed one that only lives in the darkest nightmares and cautionary tales. Why was her beloved Grand Dreamweaver, the one that they were second-in-command to, talking to the person who was made out of pure shadow? The spectre, who had fully taken over the person who once was, said in a tone that whispered and curled around her thoughts, “Oh, Eleanor, you've done it again.” Eleanor? Are they on a first-name basis? Neru's light cerulean eyes dilated to the size of an atom. The possessed one cackled like a even bigger, more powerful witch who was stirring a concoction made out of eye of newt, wart of toad, and other witchy things that make a potion that is more potent than a non-existent vaccine for the bubonic plague. Oh rats. The spectre took out something with her well manicured, but slightly bony hand. It looked like a cupcake that tasted like eggs, butter, flour and sugar baked at 400 degrees for 30 minutes. The frosting looked as dangerous as a marshmallow. Neru Yumemiru stared at the fluffy, marshmallowy cupcake. It wasn't threatening. Does that mean that they are… friends? Why would the Grand Dreamweaver, the most kind person that Neru known be friends with… that nightmare? Was that nightmare not as bad as they seem? Maybe the shadow woman was as threatening as a fly.

When Neru came to the Grand Dreamweaver's room, her face was angry, and they looked like they was about to break down the door to the Grand Dreamweaver's - Eleanor's mind. They said, “What were you doing with the Nightmare Woman?”

The Grand Dreamweaver's face looked as guilty as a peanut butter sandwich. They were deathly allergic to peanut butter. Her face was red as a cherry tomato ready to burst. She said quickly and hastily, “Hey! Hey hey hey! It's not what it looks like!”

Tsukasa Tenma smelled the sweet aroma coming out of the oven. It was buttery, caramell-y, and was so heavenly, it reached up to the the heavens of Olympus! Perfect for his amazing sister and number one fan, Saki! He was going to frost it with specialty golden frosting and put star sprinkles that gleamed and twinkled just like the real thing. Saki would love those. He looked out the window, hoping that his fellow workers at the Booo! Cafe would come and see. Instead, he saw three faces as pale as the snow. They were dressed with garments that were white or grey, and adorned with chains and pins shaped like symbols that you can see at your local Hot Topic. He swore he saw them before! He was forgetting who they were, like he forgot anyone else. It was like he had his very own River of Forgetting in his own brain. He sighed with frustration, asking, “Who are you and why are you looking in my window?”

The blue-haired one with pins the shape of sheep horns on the side of her head said, “We're here to uhh… uhh…” The blue-haired one swiftly turned her head backwards. She muttered something about eating and the underworld. The others nodded their heads along with the blue-haired one. The ginger one with an accessory shaped like ribs along his back lightly punched the blue haired one. The blue-haired one turned her head back, her expression looking slightly guilty. She said, “Well, we are known as the Lost Children, formerly known as the Wanderers In The Future City.” His eyebrows raised, and he realized that they were the ones that were stealing their food. He was about to scream at them until the blue-haired one said, “Truce?”

Tsukasa nodded hesitantly, accepting their truce for no known reason.

The void of my brain is pitch-black
There was no one left for me to go.
A human, or what appears to be
Appears in the reflection of the snow.

I look at her, and she looks at me.
I cry, seeing as she is being
Crashing into everything I have ever loved, and
Utterly destroying it.

I wanted to step forward. I don't want the reflection to take me alive.
No matter what the voices say inside. I'm smart, I'm strong.
But the voices say inside,
“Maybe you weren't meant to be alive”.

Maybe I just need to grow.
Maybe I just need to be better.
Maybe it's just hard,
And it's not all just sunny weather.

The voices grow agitated, swallowing me whole.
But, I need to be strong.
Even if it's hard, and the strength won't last long.
Maybe it's goodbye if I don't grow, maybe it's just a hello waiting to be unlocked.

pt 1

The Chosen One:

Pros: There is a lot of room on what you could do with the Chosen One. You could make them an underdog, a top student, or something else. These types of stories never fail in my eyes.

Cons: It's pretty predictable, and you can see what's going to happen. For example, with Harry Potter, the suspense is pretty much ruined once you remember that Harry Potter is the “boy who lived” and is probably going to defeat Voldemort in the end.

Enemies to Friends

Pros: It's pretty amazing in my opinion. Anything that involves a sympathetic antagonistic force getting redeemed makes my heart soar. It finally gives them the second chance they need. Also, this shows the power of good triumphing over evil, and the realization of the truth. For example, Wicked. Glinda was the annoying popular girl, but she turns out to have sympathy for the animals and Elphaba in the end, siding with her when she needed her most.

Cons: It can come off toxic if not well written.

Side Quests/B-Plot

Pros: They can be entertaining and funny, and a little break from the trauma that is going in the A-plot, and they can add depth to other characters other than the main. In fact, one of my favorite episodes in Amphibia has none of the main cast in it.

Cons: Can take away from the main plot, and can water it down, and leave the readers wondering about what is happening in the main plot if done excessively.

Orphan Hero/Rags To Riches

Pros: I love a good story about an underdog, as they have a lot of room to grow and change and adapt. I like it when an average, or a below-average person wins in the end, as it brings hope to even the most desperate and depressed people.

Cons: Very overused. About half of the heroes in media probably fall under that trope.

Amnesia

Pros: It can make for an interesting story, seeing the amnesiac wander around life, wondering about things, and maybe even making a beneficial change. A good example of this is “Restart” by Gordon Korman. I highly recommend this.

Cons: There are a lot of logic holes sometimes, like remembering languages but not knowing your friends or family, but remembering to do your hobbies.

Pt 2: Damsel In Distess, mentions of extreme ableism and bullying

Itsuka was sitting in the courtyard bench, minding her own business, while admiring the vivid pinks and the melancholy blues of the flowers and nature. She could feel the light breeze in her newly ombred brown hair. She sighed, glad to be alone. She could vaguely hear energetic skipping. They sounded like small bunny rabbits. The bunnies increased in size, and no longer becoming fluffy. The bunnies mutated into dino-bunnies that were stomping with such force that she could feel it under the ground. Itsuka opened one eye, and looked for the disturbance. She shielded her eyes from the blinding sun, trying to make out what was bothering her.

Turns out, it was Owen Jones, the one who's always bothering her when she's trying to do almost anything. He was also her academic rival. She groaned in her head, hoping no one could hear her. After all, she had a reputation as the nice, studious girl who never complained. She gave Owen a sharp side-eye, but it was completely ignored, as him and his bouncy afro got nose-to-nose with her. Itsuka fell backwards and glared at him. Owen screamed, “ITSUKAAAAA! GUESS WHAT?”

Itsuka said drearily with a hint of sarcasm, “You haven't stopped following me around?” Of course he was following her around. After all, Owen was… unique. He was in a whole other category. Owen bounced up and down, fidgeting with his fingers, and said, “I'm invited to a parrr-ty!!!!!”

Itsuka shook her head, and laughed loudly in disbelief. Why would Owen, local weirdo, get invited to a party? She wouldn't invite him to any parties anytime soon. She tried to hold in the laughter that bubbled up as he said, “I'm so glad that you're laughing with so much happiness that I will join the party!”

Itsuka turned away, and silently chuckled to herself. The chuckle was more like a hearty laugh, but Owen wouldn't care. She said, “Whose party?”

Owen said excitedly, “Marina's party! She's the absolute best. We like to compliment each other on each others' swag.” Itsuka sighed. Owen, Owen, Owen. He does not know when he is being made fun of. Marina likes to tease Owen by making him repeat teenage slang, knowing that it sounds wrong and weird when Owen says it. Owen added, “You're invited too!”

Itsuka gasped. This might be her time to rise a little in the social ranks.


A few days later, it was the night of the party. Itsuka was scrolling through all the clothes she had in her drawer. Her little black dress? No, not really. Maybe as a last resort. Her mother's hand-me-down gown from prom? No, that's too cliche! This isn't one of those teen movies. Aha! A black top with slightly puffed sleeves with a white skirt. Modern, chic, and pretty safe to wear to a party. She even went the extra mile to put on some makeup that her friends gave her. She smiled at herself, thinking, “I look like a new person already!”

The neon lights at Andrea's courtyard were blinding. People were chatting amiably, and holding red cups of hopefully soda or juice. She looked for a familiar face, but she couldn't see any in the sea of people. At the party, she saw her friend Andrea. Andrea said, “It's nice to see a familiar face here.”

Itsuka said, “Same here!”

Andrea said happily, “Look! Owen is getting hung by his shirt on a pole, and he's being hit like a pinata! He isn't even batting an eye.”

Itsuka looked up in shock. Owen was hanging on a tetherball pole by his Thomas the Tank Engine shirt. She saw Owen in a completely new light. He wasn't some annoying rat that bugged her every few seconds. He was a human that was different, and because of that, he's hanging on a tetherball pole. Sure, she didn't like Owen, but she didn't think that Owen deserved to be treated like a vermin. She ran at full speed, pushing away partygoers and other people. She even found Marina's mom for a second. Marina's mom was wearing an outfit that was quite teenage too. She said, “Owen is being hung by his shirt on a pole and being hit like a pinata.”

Marina's mom laughed and said, “Oh, kids like him don't mind this.”

Itsuka said, breathing desperate, shallow breaths, fueled by the flames of panic and rage, “But this is basically dehumanizing him!”

Marina's mom sighed and said, “Well, they're kids. It's a pretty normal experience. I did this to another kid like him when I was his age.”

Itsuka realized that the adults were just as bad as the kids here. She ran over to the pole and shouted, “Hey, you! Let go of the kid.” Marina and her friends stared at her tentatively. Marina's perfectly curled hair bounced a little bit, almost like it was also confused. Marina said in a deadpan voice, “You don't even like him.”
Itsuka said with a passionate flame burning in her heart, “Well, he deserves to be treated like a human, even if he is annoying.” Owen continued swinging on the cold metal pole left and right like a pendulum. Owen took his shirt from the pendulum and started free-falling. Itsuka tried to catch him, to prevent further injury. Sure, she was going to be made fun of, but who cares? Soon, Itsuka finally caught the surprisingly light Owen, but then immediately dropped him, rubbing off whatever stuff he had. She muttered to herself, “The things I do for people…”

Owen chirped, “Thanks. I didn't really like this kind of play.”

Itsuka didn't have the heart to remind Owen that they weren't playing, so she said, “Thanks.” Itsuka really wanted to help Owen, even if he is frustrating, so she added, “Can I be your friend, and can I teach you how to get more friends that are actually nice to you?”

Owen nodded enthusiastically. Itsuka smiled, hoping that maybe Owen can be her friend someday.

Pt. 3: Project Sekai-style Isekai gone wrong, scary imagery TW

Kanade Yoisaki's phone glowed a light blue with a brand new notification. It was a message from her fellow Nightcord member, Yuki. Huh. She looked at it. It said, “UNTiTlED_GONE.mp3” What a strange name for a file. It didn't look like Yuki's other files. Usually, they were like “Song.mp3, or Lyrics.doc”. This could have gone from Amia, or Enanan, but not Yuki. Was someone hacking Yuki? Kanade put her head in her hand, not knowing what to do. Soon, a finger leapt out of her phone and clicked the link. Kanade stumbled backwards, and her phone cracked for the first time ever. What was it? A bright light flashed in her eyes, and she was about to cover them when she was inside an empty, ruined library. Tall shelves were broken, pillars were tumbling down, some letters on the signs rearranged to spell ominous messages. Kanade also noticed a dark, glitching void on the creeping across the vines, on the shelves, and even on a being who happened to live here. Wait… She screamed, “Do you know anything about this place?”

The being stood in absolute silence, staring at her. The being's emotionless eyes bored into her soul. They were black as the empty void eating away at the SEKAI, but they contained hints of blue and pink, almost like they used to be there. She wore an almost tattered dress, with a straitjacket. Strings as red as spiderlilies were tied to her like she was a marionette. She wore simple white ribbons to tie her messy gray hair. Kanade blinked. The being was right in front of her. Startled, she toppled backwards, almost into a void puddle. The being extended a thin hand to her. Kanade didn't trust it, but better to trust a stranger than fall by yourself. She tried to cough out, “Thank you.” The unknown savior continued staring into her soul.

Kanade asked, “What's your name?”

The unknown savior said nothing. It just kept looking at her with empty eyes.

Kanade asked, “Where did you come from?”

Still nothing. The glitch continued eating at the children's section. She could hear a severe whisper, “Let go of the past. Become better.” It sounded like a middle-aged woman, someone who could be her mom.

Kanade asked, desperate for an answer out of this weird creature, “Do you know Yuki, and why she sent this to me?”

The mysterious savior said, “Save her soul. Save her from the strings that bind her. Save her true self. Save her from the clutches she's in. Save her with a single song, a song that will free her soul like a bird. With the song, something more might happen.”

Kanade gasped. She asked, gasping, “H-hey, what do you mean?”

The mysterious savior said, blues and pinks flickering in her eyes, like a television screen rebooting after not working for so many years, “You will know.”

Kanade was thrown back into her chair. The chair spun back with sheer force, knocking into her makeshift bed. She checked her phone. It now has a Hatsune Miku voicebank, except with the mysterious savior instead of the usual twintailed idol.

Weekly 4, Chosen One, amnesia, second chance, Karen mom, Isekai, hospital mention

Mira cracked her eyes open. Bright hospital lights seeped through her eyelids, even before she fully opened her eyes. She awakened to two people floating over her. One of them panicked, “Mira! MIRA! Wake up! Wake up!”

She gazed at the stranger, with her long brown hair, and her caked-on face. She waved her hand right in her face. Mira backed up. She didn't want her sharp, long, and electric pink nails in her face. The stranger asked, “I don't know why they did this to you, or why, but, MIRA!!!! Please remember me!”

Mira groaned. She said, still in a confused daze, “Whaaa?”

The stranger gasped, looking like one of those emojis that was a blue to yellow gradient, except more flabbergasted. She said, shaking Mira, “I'm your mother. Why wouldn't you remember ME, of all people?”

Her… mother? The stranger pushed her cell phone into Mira's face, revealing that Mira was the spitting image of the stranger that called her “Mom”. Mira gasped. She said sharply, “I hope you learn to survive in this world.”

What does she mean by that? Mira's head itched. This world? Surviving? What does it have to do with anything? Does it have to do with a new school? Speaking of school, she couldn't remember anything about it. In fact, she tried to rack her head for memories of… well… anything. Nope. The only thing Mira could recall was her standing at the beach, carnation petals surrounding her. She could remember the sunset was a deep orange, chased by delicate purple and pink hues leading it into the night. All she could remember was a vivid confusion. The doctor said casually, “You're ready to go, Chosen Soul.” Their glasses revealed nothing, and so do their pale, tense lips.

Mira raised an eyebrow. Chosen Soul? Mira said, “Chosen Soul? What do you mean?”

The doctor looked at her, and said in a monotone drone, “You'll figure it out later. Just leave with me now.”

The woman who was probably her mother screamed in the most shrill, angry tone you could possible muster, “You can't possibly make her leave with you! You know nothing about her!” She charged up to the two of them, and dragged Mira to her side. Huh? What is going on? Was she being kidnapped? Mira's heart clenched, her body tensed, not knowing what to do. Mira's heart beat like it was a drum going 500 beats per minute. Mira, not thinking, pushed the two of them back with the force of a thousand winds and screamed, “STOP IT!!!! STOP IT NOW!”

The woman who claimed to be her mother's face got as red as a tomato. She screamed, “You would do that to your own mother?”

Mira retorted, “I don't even remember you at all. I don't even know who you are.”
The woman said through gritted teeth, “You used to be great. You used to be popular. You were the queen of the school, and everyone basically worshipped you, or at least respected you. I was the cool mom who set up cool parties, and was the head of the volleyball team.”

She did remember that she did play volleyball, but she couldn't remember anything related to it, and who was in the team. Either way, she did feel a tinge of bittersweet memories thinking about it.

The doctor said, “Come with me. Let me show you something.” They led her to a cold, empty room with nothing but an giant TV screen, and just two white neon lights in the shape of a circle on the left and right wall. The doctor said, “Come with me.”

The doctor turned on the TV. The screen displayed beautiful techicolor petals moving across a lake. Mira noticed that this was just their lockscreen. She was shocked at how pretty it was. For such a seemingly plain person, they had very good taste. They said, “Here's a video about how you came to be.”

Mira squirmed in her seat. She did not need to see that again. The doctor put her hand on her shoulder and comforted, “No, no. Not that. You probably already know about that already. It's how your soul came to be, and the rot of your own soul.” Mira's ears perked up attentively.

The doctor showed her a slideshow. She pointed to the first slide, which seemed to be a map of some sort. They said, “These are the Six Realms. There's Bellion, the realm of demons, misfit creatures and others; Novalita, the realm of metaphysical creatures; your old universe, Ludius; Heibun, the realm of angels; and Delta, or Delt4scape, the realm of us, gods, and people blessed with godly powers. Also, heads-up, it's a good century ahead of Ludius in technological advancements.”

Mira's head swirled. This was a lot to take in. She asked, “Soooo… I'm now moving to Delta or whatever it's called? What's the point of removing my memories?”

The doctor said, “As you see, you have been committing many atrocities.”

Mira gasped. Atrocities? But, wasn't she just a silly volleyball player?

The doctor's glasses fogged up. Their expression grew grim as they showed her the many rumors she spread, all the people she's hurt, and everything else she did. Mira's face contorted into an O. The doctor said, “That's why we erased all your memories, and even cleansed a little bit of your soul. It's like giving you a second chance in a new world. Don't waste it.”

Mira gave a tentative nod, and much to her chagrin, is dreading the horrible karma that was waiting for her.

Rina woke up, on the sinister side of the bed, as some people in Delta say. Rina didn't believe it, as it was an old wives' tale. Old wives' tales are usually incorrect in her experience. Soon, she heard a snakelike whisper in her left ear. Rina let out a startled scream. It was the Prince, Taemin, the Ancient Evil. She said, her voice quivering at His Evilness, “Uhhh… Your Highness?”

Taemin said, with his snakelike whisper, “Well, you're going to have a good time with this one.”

Rina know that he was probably joking, as most of his missions involve digging in cold, hard dirt for red crystals the size of her pinky nail in the frigid weather. Rina tried to let out a groan, but she knew that she would be met with a punishment that no one ever has faced before - because they fear Taemin. Rina's face probably looked like it was contorted into a smile, but she silently prayed that Taemin wouldn't be able to see it. That probably didn't work, because he was the one that she prayed to. Rina sighed. She said, her voice dragging a little bit but trying to sound las loyal and obedient as possible, “My Evilness, what am I going to do?”

Taemin cackled in a deep voice. He said, “Oh, Rina, Rina, Rina. It's different than the usual tasks you do. Just install this into your dear mother's new clone. Oh, and you might get a promotion.” Rina's dull purple eyes lit up for the first time ever. A promotion! For doing something so easy! Clones aren't usually that advanced, as they can be pretty simple-minded someties. Rina tiptoed to her the room that her mother kept all her projects. She creaked open the giant wooden door with a sign that says, “Personal!” Seriously, she shouldn't put a sign that says “personal” on your door. It's just an invite to invade personal space.

Inside, there were giant machines with high-tech capabilities. Maybe even higher tech than ever before. She wondered why the Guardians needed them. Maybe to control humans like they're their pets. She scoffed, feeling disgusted by them. Soon, she spotted what she was looking for. A Clone Chamber VX. She opened it up, hoping to find a someone resembling a homonuculus. Nope. It was a girl with long purple hair. She was wearing a simple white dress, like the one that her mother loved through her childhood. Her eyes were closed, not knowing about the cruel, cruel world outside of her. A… successful clone. How was she ever going to break into her brain?