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∿Miharu Fukugawa, Marie-Antoinette Desire, Rin Nakamora; strangers to each other, the three Magical Girls gaze with wide-open eyes- even Rin. They stand in a tidy and clean, wet park full of grass and flowers, in a playground for kids- in the middle of a juxtaposition of things that shouldn’t be there, some that shouldn’t even exist, and others that the laws of physics wouldn’t allow.∿
???: Hello.∿
∿Sitting by a round wood table, choke-full of bento boxes, sushi, onigiri, tempura, yakitori, and juice, stares at them a girl of short stature and massive, all-enveloping pink hair. Her voice is slow and soothing; she’s in her paper-white pajamas, which have many names written all over in many colors and many styles. Instead of saying something else, she takes her time to look at someone behind her.∿
???: Dolores, would you mind introducing us?∿
∿It’s the Magical Girl who made all their contracts, and she looks hungover- untransformed, all she wears is a very long, very red shirt. As if any strong sound could shatter her, the woman pretty much limps over as she mumbles under her breath; yet, once there, she still says nothing.∿
???: Dolores, would you mind introducing us?∿
Dolores: mhmhsmhsmm… why am I even here? I’m just… going back.∿
???: Miharu, Rin, and Marie-Antoinette still don’t know me. If you introduce me to them they won’t have to be afraid.∿
๑ Marie: First name already? No honorifics? Bet your ass I’m afraid.∿
∿Miharu looks around, and her mouth goes wide and WIDER by the second. Trees that are swords, cocks in suits arguing logistics over picnic, magnificent, decrepit towers looming at the distance. A giant cat is chasing a crying, shitting banana man through doors that teleport them all over the place. From holes in the ground, the gist of a crystal cathedral in the dark can be seen
and right above, past the flying cities and dick shaped spaceships, two moons loom.∿
Ӝ Miharu: Eh… huh?!∿
∿Then Miharu realizes that a whole arm is going through her chest- even though she can’t feel it.∿
ع Rin: A ghost.∿
∿Rin punches Miharu a few more times, who cowers and screams at the quiet volley of fists- as Marie watches in horror.∿
๑ Marie: OH MY GOD. WE ARE FUCKING DEAD.∿
∿And yet, the pink tower of hair is still just giving that same shiny little smile.∿
???: Dolores; would you mind introducing us?∿
∿Which finally seems to do the trick.∿
Dolores: Yeah, I guess I’m sober enough now.∿
