>>6116737>>6112593Abigail opens the front door again. Armed, determined, hoping for the first (and likely only) time that Oliver is in danger.
“Let’s go.”
The Huntress stares at Abigail and grins. “You got a knife?”
“Yeah, I have to protect myself from this ‘Witch’.” She purposely omits that she wants to protect herself from the Huntress as well.
“You have the spirit, at least.”
As the Huntress leads Abigail, they both elaborate on some important details.
“My name is Riko Inuyama. I’m a Magical Girl, just like you, but more experienced.”
“U-uh, hello? It’s a bit late for introductions…”
Riko chuckles. “Yes, I do know more about you than you do about me. I was ‘stalking’ you, but that’s only because I sensed that a Witch was going to be born here, and you would be one of the candidates.”
“W-wha- me?! Become a Witch?! How would I even do that? I don’t even know about magic!””
Riko sighs. “That’s something I will explain later, I can’t afford to have you hesitate now.”
<span class="mu-i">”Why would I hesitate at this point?”</span>
The duo run into the nearest woodlands, then Riko stops.
“Huh, why are we stopping? If Oliver is in danger then we need to hurry!”
“Abigail, we’ve been in these woods before, right? Does this look familiar to you?”
Abigail looks around for a moment. She’s especially suited for this considering how much time she’s spent drawing these woods.
Everything looks off.
The trees and branches are growing in ways that are unnatural and impossible. Some trees are even non-euclidean, as if the gardener who planted them could use hyper-geometry.
That isn’t even going into what the trees are made out of, because Abigail knows it’s certainly not wood. It’s some sort of mix between flesh, ribbons, and string.
“Y-yeah, none of this looks familiar.”
>>?? (M1 Perception メ Auto-Success)<< (Detect the Labyrinth of the {%<<£{=!%< Witch.)Riko and Abigail run through the forest, though Abigail gets antsy because she still doesn’t know whether Oliver is in danger yet.
“Where is Oliver?”
“Wait for a moment.”
Abigail does, and soon she runs past people. All roughly her own age, wandering aimlessly in the woods completely isolated from each other, not only that but…
“Do you recognise them? Any common trends?”
“Yes… They’re all students in my school.”
“Hmm, if they’re all students, then Oliver could have also been snatched away and put under a Witch’s Kiss.”
“W-wait, the Witch kissed Oliver?!”
“It’s a figurative kiss, Abigail. Don’t worry, you only have to worry if he’s dead, not if he’s taken.”
“...I’m conflicted on how to feel about that.”
“Regardless, We’re heading to the place with the highest density of Magic, so we should be-”
“Whoa!”
“What the-”
The sight that greeted Riko and Abigail was awesome for Riko and disturbing for Abigail...
