[Other Fanfic] Periwinkle Springtime Reverie

[Palamon]

Welcome to Periwinkle Springtime Reverie. You might be familiar with my previous short story collection, Violet Midsummer Phantasm, if so this is a second season of Across the Siorcverse. However, these are not related to those, are not continuations, and this is nothing more than a collection of one-shots of thirteen different Siorcs across the multiverse. A majority of these will be fandom, but some won't be, and they'll all be based on drawings of Siorc I have drawn in the past of which will be collected into the endnotes at the bottom. With that being said, please enjoy!

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Siorcorita, and the Mysterious Mewtwo

"My name is Siorc, but most people refer to me as Siorcorita. As
You might guess from that

Nickname, I
Am what is known as a Pokémera.
My origin? A mystery. I don't
Even know. No one, not even my parents before

I moved into a boarding house know. I was born in
Some far away region, or rather, that's

Some cover up that
I've been told.
Of course, I don't know if that's even true. I'm
Rather sure it's likely not. I
Can't remember much about where I was

Born, quote on quote. I remember an
Eensy amount of my life when I lived in, what was
That region called again? Orre?
The Orre Region, yes, but
Eh. At some point, we moved to the Suleir
Region, where, Pokémeras often live together in harmony. It's

Kind of a strange region. There are
No Pokemon trainers here. Just Rangers and
Once in a
While, I assist the Rangers by befriending
Not catching a few Grass types.

Ah, I don't like the concept of owning
Some creatures. Pokémon

Should just live
In nature and be free.
Of course this opinion comes from a hybrid humanoid Pokemon creature. It'd be
Rather hypocritical if I
Caught Pokemon.
One or two Pokémeras left the Suleir
Region to become a trainer, but
In a strange twist,
They fight themselves in battle.
Ah, well, we Pokémeras have a few attacks.

It's different than normal Pokemon.

Ah, you see, we all have a universal attack known as Chimera Beam.
My roommates use it

All the time. They scream it out?

Can I use it?
Haha, I do but
I despise talking, so I just think it. I
Know, that's lame, but,
One thing is for sure, I'd
Rather keep my mouth shut.
I'd rather keep quiet.
The way I communicate?
Ah, well, using my vines to

Perform shape language, and
Obviously writing stuff down. I
Know that's
Especially boring, but it
Makes life
Easier to never utter a word. I
Report things through body language
And that's good enough.

In any case,

Living in the Suleir Region
Is great, but it can be
Very difficult sometimes,
Every once

In a while, some
Nasty plots kick in

And rangers come to the

Big rescue and
Once in
A while, we have to help.
Robin enjoys springing into action, but I
Don't. I
Hardly enjoy doing it. But, I guess,
Once in awhile is fine.
Ugh, lately, I've been
Starting to have to spring into action
Every day.

I have to assist rangers. I
Never feel complete having

To do this. I thought
Having moved here,
Everything would be peaceful,

Since so many other Pokémeras found
Ultimate acceptance in this
Little region. But,
Eh, I can't just sit
Inside my board house and
Rot. I have to do my work. It is

Rather tiring and not
Easy to save the environment, but I
Guess it's okay.
I'm doing something good.
Or maybe I do
Not do enough.

Ah, well, at the end, I am
Not all that strong, and
Don't have a

Lot to contribute, but
At the end of
The day, I am trying my best. But,
Err, in the past few days,
Lately I have been having a weird dream that won't
Yield. I keep having a dream

In Kanto, which is
Very strange, I only
Ever have

Been to Kanto once.
Err, when? I don't
Even remember. I do
Not have the most incredible memory,

Haha, maybe I know the move
Amnesia, ah no, it's just
Very hard for me to remember things.
I don't have any clue why, but that's
Neither here nor there.
Guess I should just have the dream

Vacate my head. I'm
Especially convinced it's just
Rocky garbage anyway.
Yeah, because honestly,

Why am I dreaming about Kanto?
Eh, it's not real.
I should move on since dreams aren't
Real. I have a job to
Do. I have to help some Rangers,

Don't I? Don't have time to
Ruminate about
Every silly dream that dances
Around in
My head.
So, it's time to move on."

A short, nearly translucent person stood by a shore off the coast of a volcanic island within a small region in the world known as the Kanto Region. Area tinted a reddish-orange, a strong scent of sulfuric ash overtook the person's surroundings. That scent, it had gotten so much stronger lately, too. The flaming mountain, would it soon erupt?

Before the unknown ghostly individual had been an isolated area with very few buildings very close to one another. Bright crimson roofed mansion looking ready to fall apart at any given moment, a laboratory with solar panels shined rather brightly. Gym with an orange roof on it as well, the door was locked like usual.

Hearing a an intense series of loud noises near the mansion, the ghastly figure floated off towards the building. Something was quite odd. What was happening? It was time to check it out. What could possibly be going on here? It was far more active here than it ever had been before. Had some discovery happened?

Phasing through the door, a rather strange scene played out in front of the phantom individual. Spotting a large, white, cat-like creature with two necks, one going from the back as well as the front, the critter had three fingered hands, three toed feet, and a long purple tail accompanied with a violet underbelly. Small, amethyst eyes opening up, the rather tall monster turned their head inside a large glass container.

Surrounding the creature had been an entire team of scientists working rather diligently. Writing this and that down, the phantom could see an entry curling up on another page, February Sixth, Mew gave birth, we have decided to call the newborn Mewtwo. Reading such, a realization had come the phantom's way. Ah, this dream again. Right where it had left off from last time. But, something was different this time.

The creature inside the tube, they had look much bigger than the last time the phantom had saw them. How much time had passed between this dream and the last? Weeks, months years? The ghost didn't know it had been way too long for it to matter. What was important was now, not then. But, the specter swore a voice beamed inside the head.

Where were they? Who are they? Why are they here? Hearing those questions, the ghost could not help but question the same. Why have the same, long ongoing dream over and over again? Maybe there had to have been some sort of reason. Glass cracking, a middle aged man with glasses soon cried out to the world as everything shattered.

"Mewtwo is alive at last!" the middle aged scientist cried. "The world's strongest Pokémon!"

"Mewtwo?" the creature asked, bemused.

Scientist going on a long raving rant about the creature known as Mewtwo being created from the deoxyribonucleic acids of a creature appropriately named Mew, the phantom scratched the side of the head. Wait, just a minute, hold on. That story, that sounded quite similar to how the race the phantom belonged to was created. This Pokémon, Mewtwo, why hadn't this being been recorded in the history books?

Creature's face growing dark, the ghost could hear the critter known as Mewtwo's thoughts begin to flurry. That scientist said they were created by the human race. Who are they, why were they created? For what purpose? What's their reason for being alive? Voice inside the head getting angrier, power had begun to build up rather quick.

Multiple scientists trying to run away, but were unable to, an intense array of strong psychic energy engulfed the mansion instantly. Glasses cracking, humans felled, the ghost's eyes opened wide as they could see a person begin to write another diary entry. Mewtwo is far too powerful. We cannot control it. Mansion beginning to rumble, everything collapsed. Creature flying away in the midst of it all, the ghost's thoughts had begun to wander.

Who is Mewtwo?

Peep, peep, peep, peep. A loud, bird calling alarm clock soon rang off the walls. Yawns going off one after another, a collective group let out a morning cry. Time to get ready for the day. It had been yet another, sunny, but smoky day for the Pokémon Chimeras, Pokémeras for short that lived in the boarding house in the dead center of the Suleir region. But, for one particular Pokémera, sunshine and rainbows were dead.

Waking up from a cold sweat had been a feminine appearing young adult humanoid Chikorita Pokémera with light green screen, and large, round mismatched purple and green eyes. Dark purple hair with a dangling leaf-like ponytail, a stubby, triangular tail had been on the backside. Little triangular bumps on the person's chest, the leaf on the head drooped. That dream again it just couldn't leave the head.

Images of that white, powerful creature destroying the mansion floating on through, the Chikorita could not help but question. Mewtwo, who was that Pokémon? And, why had they been so confused? That voice, they asked who they were, what their purpose was. Reaching for the Rotom phone with vines, the Pokémera soon typed away.

But, no matter how much the young adult typed away, not a single result for the creature known as Mewtwo popped up. Nothing at all whatsoever. Article after article lauding Mew as the ancestor to all Pokémon and the creation of Pokémeras, the Chikorita aborted the search. Why bother continuing to search for something that didn't even exist? Right, that was just a dream anyway. But, a cry had soon come the Pokémera's way.

"Siorc! Stop being lazy and get out of bed!" a deep, bass voice cried out.

"Yeah, Siorcorita!" a tenor voice cried out. "Quit slacking off! We have to go to Slushina Town's Ranger Base today, remember? The Rangers need us!"

"You know him, he's probably stuck in his dreams again!" a feminine voice called out. "Get it together, Siorc!"

Yelling from the bottom bunk had been a tall humanoid man with a bright green mask and a ruby red nose. Long pitch black hair behind him pulled into a high ponytail and the rest flowing towards his backside, he had sharp yellow claws and cape-like sea green wings behind him. Bright white fancy shirt with a crimson collar, his yellow eyes looked fierce like they always did. He always wondered if all Hawlucha Pokémeras were like this, or if it was just Robin. Probably just Robin.

Standing with an annoyed look on his face had been a rather short humanoid young adult man with spiky golden blond hair with small, orange eyes adorning heavy black rims around them. Bright violet suit with a beard like collar, on his face had been pure white flame shaped eyebrows. Present sack hunched over his shoulder, he let out a groan. As usual, Prinz had been nothing like the caring, present adoring Delibird he had the DNA of. But, what else was new? Maybe he had been a different Pokémera altogether.

Resolute in the corner had been a short, dark skinned feminine appearing canine featured woman with bright blue spiky ears on the top of her head. Black mask with four tassels hanging down low, her sky blue waist length hair glistened against her bright yellow bodysuit with a metallic protrusion in the front. Gloves with the same spikes, Siorc let out a sigh. As usual, Aega was quite unlike the other Lucario Pokémeras out there. Feminine, beautiful. Most were martial artists who cared more about fighting. Azure shorts beneath, she had a short tail behind her that looked almost hard as rock.

Removing himself from the bed, the Chikorita tried to shove the thoughts about that dream away. He needed to forget about that creature. There was no such thing as Mewtwo, after all. Why was he having that dream again anyway? He really needed to stop watching documentaries about legendary Pokémon before going to bed. His roommates didn't like it anyway.

Slipping on a jade green dress with a dark emerald collar and sleeves, a side print of arrows glared down at the Chikorita. Grassy, triangular shaped hairpins and earrings clipped onto his hair and ears, he soon headed for the kitchen. Bright yellow eared Lucario Pokémera with a blue shirt slaving over the stove, his thoughts continued to wander as he seated himself at the large breakfast table.

That Mewtwo creature, throughout that dream, he could hear their thoughts. They asked who they were, what their purpose was. He could not help but relate. Why were Pokémon Chimeras created in the first place? Who created them? He always wanted to leave this region he had moved to all those years ago and find out the truth. But, he never could, and probably never will, Aiding Pokémon Rangers in preserving the environment as a hybrid creature would be his duty forever.

"Loba, what's taking you so long?" a voice whined. "I'm hungry!"

Complaining in the corner had been an androgynous individual with short bright green hair pulled into a very high ponytail. High, yellow leafed v-shaped neck behind the snake had been a leafy tail. Regal, white outfit upon the Pokémera, the young adult sighed as he reached for his little whiteboard. Man, Kigyo sure lived up to the Servine Pokémera name quite well. Vines slapping up a storm, words soon appeared on the whiteboard.

|Be patient, Kigyo.| The vines slapped upon the whiteboard.

"Kigyo, honey, we go over this every morning," Loba said over the counter in the corner. "It takes me awhile to beat the eggs."

"Then make something else!" Kigyo cried. "Hello, the forest fires aren't going to beat themselves!"

"Kiki, we can't help the Rangers on an empty stomach!" a youthful voice cried. "And, you can't rush perfection!"

Pointing at Loba in the corner had been a tan skinned young adult woman with very dark shadows over her eyes. Long icy blue braid behind her, she adorned a light pink belly shirt covering a black and white striped longer shirt underneath. Long, light brown tail with black spikes coming from behind her, she had sharp clawed feet that looked ready for an attack at any given moment. Gris was nothing like her Krokorok Pokémera nature at all. How could such a nice, rule following girl like her be a dark type?

"Stop calling me Kiki, it's Kigyo!" Kigyo shouted.

"I'll call you Kiki all I like!" Gris cried.

"Ugh, Robinlucha, why did you let this annoying pest live here?" Kigyo cried. "She's making fun of me again!"

"Do you ever shut up and stop complaining?" Prinz asked. "It's just a nickname."

"And, I told you thousands of times now that she's welcome here and signed the same lease as you did!" Robin cried. "Now, shut up, and hurry and eat your breakfast!"

Loba and Aega joining the table, the grass type stared down at his eggs. He did not know why, but his fork wouldn't move. Images of his web searches still flowing through him, the words kept swimming. String of words, no results found for Mewtwo, did you mean Mew, continued to float on through, he pushed his plate away. Everyone munching away at their breakfast, multiple eyes soon turned towards him in tandem.

"Siorc, what's wrong?" Aega asked, pointing at his plate. "You haven't touched your eggs."

"Did I put too much salt in them again?" Loba asked. "I'm sorry."

Inquiry coming his way, the grass type attempted to chomp on down. But, he couldn't bring himself to. Mewtwo, Mewtwo, Mewtwo, he just couldn't stop thinking about that name. That creature, and the destruction they caused. Why couldn't he let this dream go? Vines moving around in a frenzy, he let the marker scribble down everything.

|Sorry, Aegacario, Lobacario, I'm just thinking about Mewtwo again,| the text on the whiteboard said. |I keep seeing that Pokémon in my dreams.| But, a sea of sighs had come his way.

"Ugh, not this Mewtwo garbage again!" Kigyo cried. "How many times you going to bring up that Pokémon your dreamed up?"

"You grass types and your stupid dreams," Prinz scoffed. "Don't you ever stop to think it's a dream and it's not real?" He threw a sack as he said such. "You could use a Present attack right about now!" But, such had been halted.

"Do I have to use Flying Press to knock some sense into you?!" Robin cried. He then turned towards Siorc. "Anyway, Siorc, get a grip! Mewtwo isn't real! No such Pokémon exists, got it? Hurry up and eat so we can go to Slushina Town already."

"Guys, don't you think you're too harsh sometimes?" Gris asked. "Some people say dreams are prosthetic."

"He's not a psychic type, you dolt!" Kigyo cried.

"Neither are you?" Gris barked back.

Munching on his eggs, the Chikorita tried to clear out his thoughts. That's right, Mewtwo wasn't real. There was no such thing. Right, of course, there had only been one hundred fifty Pokémon discovered in Kanto. So why did he feel like there was one missing? Every time he had that dream, he always thought something was a little off about that number.

Heading over to the next town, the grass type could just smell the fires brewing everywhere. Sky bright orange, the young adult's heart leaped out of his chest. Ah, they had gotten quite bad again, hadn't they? What was going on with the Suleir region lately? He had heard something about Entei awakening, but that was just a rumor, right? Surely.

Reaching Slushina's Ranger base, a tall, green haired person with a small, open red coat and black one piece outfit slapped on some gloves over a counter, he could feel their urgency from four meters away. Did the head Ranger even need to say what they had to do today? He already knew what was about to come on through.

"Thank you for coming, everyone," the Ranger said. "Due to Entei causing another eruption, the forest fires have gotten out of control. Could you Pokémeras help us out with your chimera beam attack and by befriending some Pokémon?"

"Of course, ma'am," Loba said, nodding. "We'll all go in teams of two or three and do that for you." She then clapped her gloves together. "How bad are the forest fires?"

"Devastating," the leader Ranger responded. "That why, we need your assistance, Pokémeras."

"Right," Loba replied. "I'll go with Siorc."

"I'll go with Kigyo," Robin said. "You'd better not slow me down with your babble, you hear?"

"Do you ever stop babbling yourself?!" Kigyo barked back. "Whatever! Let's go!"

"Guess I'll go with Prinz and Gris," Aega said. "Her ground type attacks might be very helpful."

"I'm not sure that'll be very helpful, but I'll try," Gris said.

"Illogical, as always I see," Prinz replied, stubby arms across his waist. "I'll have to befriend a few Piplup to my side, and they might not want to even aid me."

"Fair point, but we have to try. Let's go." She grabbed her teammates hands and exited swift, like a rocket, as she said such.

Everyone soon exiting the Ranger Base, the Pokémera stared off into space. So, the rumors about Entei causing a volcano to erupt had been true after all. Pokémon Rangers sure had their work cut out for them, didn't they? He could just imagine all the pain and suffering they must have went through to deal with all the catastrophic catastrophes that had been plaguing nature lately.

Trudging behind Loba slowly as the Frosteria Forest had kept getting ever so closer, the Grass Type could feel his heart skink at all the burned bushes everywhere. The Suleir Region used to be a slightly chilly northern region not too far from Almia. But, after years of volcanic eruptions, everything changed. No longer had the icy themed names matched in any way. Maybe it was about time to rename it to something else.

Smoky scent burning his nostrils, he shook his head to such. Ah, no, maybe it fit well. Suleir sounded like solar after all. But, gone were the nice, frosty days when he had moved here from the Orre Region. Gone was the snow and ice. None of that was here any more. And, it would probably never return.

He could not concentrate at all, in any shape or form whatsoever as he helped contain the forest fires. He couldn't stop thinking about it all. About everything. Those words that Pokémon thought in his dream. Who were they? What was their purpose? Why were they here? He could not help but twist such words back towards himself.

Who was he, why was he here? Why did Pokémeras exist in the first place? Back before he moved into the boarding house, he would ask his big brother and parents about his origins. But, no one would ever tell him. Where was he actually born, or perhaps, created? He had no idea. All those articles he had seen on the net had mentioned Pokémeras had been created. But, by who and why?

Befriending some Lotad on the side of the road, the little leaf head creatures assisted him in putting out the fires. Loba making her Aura Sphere filled with water, he could feel himself fall into a daze as the little leafy water type creatures did their duty together. Portion of the fires contained, the Chikorita's thoughts continued to rumble.

That place in his dreams, it was the Kanto Region, wasn't it? He had only gone to the Kanto Region once in his life while on vacation, but he could hardly remember. He didn't know why, but more often than not, his memory almost always failed him. Maybe he needed to try harder to absorb the information inside him.

Smoke slowly but surely thrown away, the young adult gazed at the sky, sighing. There still was a long way to go before all the forest fires would be contained. Where did that Entei come from, anyway? Had it moved away from the Johto Region? But, he threw a pebble to that. No, that couldn't have been it. Maybe a new one had been born and had been roaring a lot. That's all it was, probably.

Returning to the Ranger Base in the evening, the Head Ranger had soon asked if every single one of them could return tomorrow. Roommates except Loba and he heading back for the boarding house, he stared off into space. How much longer would this go on for? Loba soon turning towards him, he could feel a question ready to knock his socks off.

"You seemed kind of out of it today, honey," Loba said in a concerned tone. "Something wrong?"

Inquiry coming his way, the Chikorita scrambled for his whiteboard. What should he write? Vines frantically swirling about, he couldn't come to a conclusive response. Should he just act like nothing's on his mind? No, that wouldn't do any good. She would know he was lying anyway by reading his aura. Lucario Pokémeras were sharp as a tack.

|Sorry, I'm just thinking about Mewtwo again,| the whiteboard text said. |It made me wonder about my origins, no, our origins. Who we are, what's our purpose, why we're here? But, it's nothing really. I can get over it.|

"Ah, I see, well, I've been wondering about our origins, too," Loba responded, crestfallen. "I didn't tell you this, but Prinz's brother wrote him a letter from Kanto. He has been asking us for awhile to head there and go to Cinnabar Island." She paused for a moment before continuing. "I hear your older brother has gone off there, too, along with Gris' sibling." She gazed at the Pokémon Ranger at the desk as she bent over into a whisper. "I've been thinking lately that we should go there, too by taking the Sky Train. We could ask the Head Ranger at the end of the week and act like it's a cross regional mission if you want."

Gazing at the head Ranger in the corner, the Chikorita placed his hand on his chin. Would she fall for that? She as a human, after all, and they were pretty sharp. But, maybe it was worth a shot. It had been a long while since he had seen his brother since he moved into the boarding house. He had written letters every few months, but he had stopped getting them back. Maybe he had been barking up the wrong tree by bothering at all.

Returning home, he could not stop thinking about it all. His origins, what they might have been, why he existed. But, he tried to calm the storm. Ah, he needed to stop letting these thoughts consume him. What good would it do? Taking out a sheet of paper, he had begun scribbling away. Maybe writing a letter to his brother would clear his mind.

"Dear Pira,

I hope this letter finds you well. Lately, I have been having strange dreams about some Pokémon that doesn't seem to exist that might have lived in Cinnabar Island. That's where you're going, right? I haven't been hearing from you as much since I moved into the boarding house a few years ago. Is everything alright? I really miss you.

I'm thinking of going to Kanto in a week or so and going to that mansion I saw in my dreams. I don't know if it's still there, or if it even exists, but I want to find out more about myself. I feel like I know nothing apart from being a hybrid between Pokémon and human. I wish I knew more.

I hope to hear from you soon.

From,

Siorc."

Sealing the letter into a fancy pink envelope, the grass type crawled into his bed. It's not like he'd answer his letter anyway, right? Maybe he shouldn't even bother to send it. What good would any of that do for him? Probably nothing. Ah, forget all this, it was time to sleep. It's not like he'd be able to go to the Kanto region anyway.

Dreams about that Pokémon flowing through his tired mind again, he had soon learned a few other things. Some man with a black suit and a red R patch on it had a conversation with the creature. But, what he saw next soured everything. Machines, a lot of them. He could feel the coldness pinch him at the sight of such. This human was trying to use them as a weapon, wasn't he? How cruel.

Days went by in monotony after such. But, at the end of the week, there had been one string of good news. Going to Kanto for quote on quote cross regional work had been approved. He could hardly believe how easy it was for that outcome to happen. But, that hadn't been the only string of positivity.

Bright, grassy green envelope waiting for him in the mailbox addressed to him, the Chikorita's heart fluttered like a Butterfree. When was the last time he had gotten a letter from his older brother? He couldn't remember, it was way too long. Months, years? Well, what did that matter now. Tearing it open, he gazed at the fancy script in front of him.

"Hey Kiddo,

I'm sorry for not writing to you for so long. I have been travelling the world in pursuit of finding our origins in the world. But, no matter where I go, I always wind up empty. No one is interested in answering us, nor do most humans know where we came from. Maybe they just couldn't care less to answer.

But, in recent times, my team and I have heard that Cinnabar Island in Kanto might have the answers we're looking for. As of the time this letter comes to you, we are about to leave Johto in a couple of days. We often go between Johto and Kanto, but haven't yet gone to Cinnabar Island. We're planning on going this time, though. You're free to join us if you come by while we're there. If you do, I suggest taking the Sky Train. It'll drop you off in Saffron City. Head southwest and take a small ferry from there.

Look forward to seeing you again.

With love,

Pira."

Tears streaming down his face, he could hardly believe what he just read. Ah, how lovely. After all this time, he had finally received a reply back. Pira, he was heading to Cinnabar Island, too, huh? How wonderful. In two days time, they would reunite again, even if brief. He could feel his motivation rise through the roof as he put the letter down.

Click. Two days going by in a flash, he could hardly sleep over that long, grueling weekend. Kanto, what was it like? What if there was no mansion there in his dreams? All his roommates taking the quote on quote cross regional mission with him, his thoughts would not stop flurrying. Not even when the day of departure arrived. Familiar screams coming his way, he slapped the pillow over his ears.

"Siorcorita, wake up already!" Prinz cried. "We can't be late for the sky train!"

"How can you sleep in when you're the one who wanted to go to Kanto in the first place?!" Robin cried. "Get up! Kigyo, Loba, Aega and Gris left already!"

Plopping out of his bed, the remaining party had soon dashed off towards Sleeten City. Sky Train oddly not busy, he watched as the steam locomotive choo chooed up towards the clouds. Faint sights of burning forests everywhere, he closed his eyes. He could never get used to this painful sight before him.

Parachuting downward, a large, compact city with a very tall purple roofed building awaited the party of six and he. He swore he could see the text Silph Co near the roof. Why did he feel like he knew that name before? Maybe he had heard it somewhere at some point? He didn't know, his memory was pretty spotty. Loba and Aega looking at a map, the girls cleared their throat.

"According to this map, we have to head southwest to Fuchsia City, and then some man with a boat will take us to Cinnabar Island," Aega said. "But, I must say, Kanto feels pretty small."

"Small?" Loba asked. "What makes you think that?"

"I don't know, it just feels that way to me," Aega responded. "I can't sense many people's aura here, either."

"Isn't that a good thing?! You're always complaining there's too many people's aura in a condensed place!" Kigyo cried.

"Kiki, come on, we're in a new place we've never been, she has to get used to it!" Gris cried.

"I told you to stop calling me Kiki!" Kigyo ran off towards the south gate as such had been said.

Heading south for awhile, a small port city known as Vermillion City had been passed through. Taking a long fenced route west for awhile, the Pokémera could hardly believe his eyes at the sights before him. Humans fighting Pokémon with their own companions and catching wild ones in balls, he could feel a wave of shock flow through him, but tried to shake it off. That's right, in most of the other regions in the world, humans were trainers, not rangers, and they captured Pokémon for a sport known as Pokémon Battles. He could hardly ever understand the purpose behind such a thing.

Reaching a slightly bigger city with zoo exhibits out in the open, the Chikorita could see multiple young children eyeing the Pokémon in the little terrariums outside. Or, whatever they were called. He could not help but wonder upon seeing all this. What were Pokémon to humans in regions like this where trainers were the norm? Friends, tools? He didn't want to think about all that.

Taking the small boat, the small isolated island from his dreams soon graced him. Red roofed mansion there and everything. Everything had felt kind of eerie here. Why did this place feel like one volcano eruption away from destruction? He had to have been imagining it, right? Surely, he had to have been. Hopping off the boat, he had seen a face in the corner he thought he never would again.

In the corner had been a rather tall, light green skinned man with short, pine green hair pulled into a low ponytail. On the top of his head had been bright yellow antennae. Large red flower around his neck, he adorned a jade suit. Seeing him, he wondered. When had he evolved into a Meganium Pokémera? Why would he want to? He always thought he'd stay the same, like always. Pira had become so drastically different.

Next to him had been a rather tall man with long, but well brushed golden hair. Buck teeth, he adorned the same outfit as his brother Prinz, but red. Seeing such, he almost wanted to turn around. He had sometimes seen this Delibird Pokémera's letters. They were never nice at all. How were either of these two adorned Delibird DNA in any way was beyond him.

Standing in the corner with a boned hand had been a sickly looking Krookodile Pokémera with very short indigo pulled into lighting shaped pigtails. Pitch black eyes that almost looked like sunglasses, they adorned a rather strange looking red and white suit. Large striped crimson and black tail behind them, they had a bit of hay hanging out of their lips. Were the supposed to be a Krookodile, or a Grovyle? He didn't know anymore.

In the center of everyone had been a short masculine humanoid person with Wigglytuff ears on the top of their head. Short pigtails falling just below their ears, They adorned a pink shirt with a bowtie, and white belly. Exuding powerful high energy, he could feel his own drain right away. Ah, a Wigglytuff Pokémera. He'd better prepare himself for a loud hyper voice. Eyes turning towards him, he prepared himself.

"Nice to see you again, kiddo," Pira greeted. "Your roommates came with you, too, huh? Well, no matter, let's all go to the Cinnabar Lab together."

"Prinz, I told you to not come to Kanto!" the other Delibird Pokémera cried.

"Too late, Konig, I'm already here," Prinz replied, sticking out his tongue.

"I also told you that in letters multiple times, Gris," the Krookodile Pokémera said in a cold tone.

"I know, Liath, but we really want to know about our origins," Gris responded.

"You'll see soon enough that you won't like the answer you get," Liath responded. "Right, Nousagi?"

"Alright, everyone, let's find out the truth together!" Nousagi shouted. But, a sigh had come their way.

"Annoying as always." They moved on ahead as they said such.

Everyone except Pira going on ahead, the Chikorita looked into his brothers eyes. Why did he use a chimera stone to evolve? He had always told him when he was a kid he would never change. He promised him he wouldn't. But, he couldn't bring himself to write anything. Maybe he had his reasons for using those horrible things. But, oh well, there was hardly any time for that.

"Let's go, kiddo," Pira said, extending his hand.

Taking his brother's hand like the old days, the grass type could feel the questions race in his head. Would the scientists in the lab know anything? Would they have any idea about the origins of Pokémeras? He could feel himself freeze cold in anticipation. After all this time, he'd finally learn why he exists. Or, would he? Maybe he wouldn't.

Finding himself in a rather large laboratory, he could see a few scientists hard at work. Many working on fossil resurrection, and others working on other projects, they had all been brought to a room all the way in the deepest depths of the laboratory. Seeing a middle aged man that looked almost exactly like the one in his dream, he had been accompanied by a peculiar woman with long flowing golden locks and maroon eyes he had never seen before. Who was she? Told to wait outside for a bit, he stamped his shoes as the minutes dragged themselves out.

Roommates all leaving the room with dead looking eyes, the Pokémera gulped. Did they not like what they heard? Oh, no. Was he in for a cultural shock too? But, he slapped his cheeks. No, no. He couldn't allow for himself to be surprised about what he's about to hear. Soon hearing the call to come in, he braced himself. Clutching his whiteboard, he knew he would have to ask about that Pokémon, Mewtwo.

"Hello, there, young Pokémera," the golden haired scientist said. "I am Dr. Mysell, and this is Dr. Fuji. I hear you came from the far away region of Suleir to meet us today. You're here to ask about your origins, yes?"

"Correct, ma'am," Pira said, nodding. "Don't worry, I won't freak out like the others did."

"This lad over here seems more interested than you do," Dr. Fuji responded. "Son, ask away."

Spotlight plopped over him, the Chikorita could feel cold sweat pour down his back. Ah, he was being put on the spot. How should he write this? Shaping his vines into a question mark, he let the marker scribble away. How should he ask this? What should he ask? Should he bring up Mewtwo? Maybe he shouldn't. Popping such thoughts with a bubble, he included the name anyway.

|I apologize, this might sound a little weird, but I had a dream about this Pokémon named Mewtwo. I know that there's no such thing as a Mewtwo, but ever since I saw them, I was thinking lately. About myself, my origins, pretty much everything. Could you tell me? I'm certain I was created, not born.|

"Mewtwo, hmm?" the golden haired scientist asked. "I see, so you're the chosen one to inherit its memories."

Hearing such, nothing made sense. He was what now? The chosen one to inherit their memories? But, why? Mewtwo wasn't real, right? They were just a figment of his imagination in his dreams. Ah, no, this scientist, she was pulling his leg, right? She had to have been. She couldn't have been serious. There was no possible way.

|Sorry, could you repeat that?| the whiteboard text asked. |Dr. Mysell, you're joking, right?|

"No, young Chikorita Pokémera, I am not joking," Dr. Mysell responded. "Indeed, Mewtwo doesn't exist in this world, but, it does in another. Right, Dr. Fuji?"

"That's right, lad, there exists another universe," Dr. Fuji responded. "In this Kanto, instead of Mewtwo being created, Dr. Mysell and I decided to take the DNA of Mew and various other Pokémon and create hybrid existences like you, who stands before us today." He soon continued. "But, in the other Kanto, another version of myself and many other scientists in the Pokémon Mansion next door discovered Mew in a jungle and it gave birth to a Pokémon known as Mewtwo."

Hearing such, the Chikorita tried to absorb everything. There was another Pokémon world? How could that be? He did not quite understand this at all. Another version of Kanto where Mewtwo was created? There was a place where Pokémeras never existed. He did not know why, but hearing all this did not shock him. Something about this felt so right. Like it was meant this way. How many other Pokémon worlds were there? But, ah, maybe it didn't matter how many others there were.

Recalling what Dr. Mysell said, he couldn't help but think back to it for a moment. She said he had been the one who inherited Mewtwo's memories. What did that even mean? Did something happen to them in the other world? Should he try to find a way to get there and meet this creature? But, he plucked such ponderings away. There was probably no way to do that, was there?

|Why am I the one who inherited Mewtwo's memories? Did something happen to them in that other world?| The vines slapped on the whiteboard.

But, a long silence soon followed. Scientists looking at one another, the Chikorita couldn't help but feel a chill drop down his spine. Why did he suddenly feel this sinister aura radiate through them? Something wasn't right. Something wasn't right here at all. But, maybe he was overthinking it. He had to have been, right?

"Would you like us to probe your mind to find out?" Dr. Mysell asked.

Strange tools seated in the researcher's hands, the grass type's face grew dark. Ah, this was? He sees. This woman, had she said the same thing to his roommates? Maybe she had. What should he do? Should he agree? But, he could feel the little baby Chikorita in his head shaking their head. No, that wouldn't do any good. Older brother squeezing his hand, a powerful voice soon came out.

"Sorry, I won't let you do that to my brother," Pira said. "Kiddo, let's get out of here."

Screams attempting to follow him out of the lab, the grass type did not look back. Maybe he shouldn't have come here after all. But, at least he had some answers about himself, that's all that mattered in the end. Bidding farewell to his older brother, he had soon returned himself to the Sky Train. But, as the locomotive rode its way back to the Suleir, he couldn't stop thinking about everything.

That other world with Mewtwo, what was it like? What happened in that version of Kanto? Was there a version of himself in that world that was just a normal human? Maybe. But, he didn't want to think about that. Did a human version of himself have Pokémon in those scary Pokéball devices? He sure hoped not, he could hardly even imagine it.

As the days went by, and he went back to his normal routine of assisting Pokémon Rangers, the dreams about that Mewtwo creature kept on coming through his mind every so often. He could feel a ton of regret flow through him. Maybe he should have let that lady probe his mind. As the months went by, those dreams kept on going.

Forest fires raging even worse as time went on, he tried to move on with his life. He knew it was better to not have the answers about this sort of thing. But, at some point, he had had one peculiar dream. A transformation. Had Mewtwo evolved? Trying to focus on his job as the flames kept growing day after day, one question would never leave him.

Why was he the one who inherited Mewtwo's memories in the first place? He might never know.

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Next week, will be the Pokemas story.

Anyway: This is what Siorcorita looks like this was made by Chibiratsu!

Here's a the rest: My original version of Siorc Chikorita drawn by me. And, the redraw. This idea was born back in I'd like to say pretty late 2021, maybe early 2022, but it sat and rotted in my head for a very long time until I decided to bring the idea back. Pokemon Legends Z-A motivated me to actually plan this this time!

 

[Palamon]

Sync Pair: Siorc and Purple Flower Floette

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"I am called Siorc Ingne

And, not going to lie,
My life feels so empty. I am what you

Call a dollkin. A doll with a human brain
And heart. I'm somewhat of a chimera, I guess. My
Life has been pretty hollow since my younger sister
Linked together with a Scorbunny and started training with them
Every single day. Along with my friends. I
Don't know what to say,

Since I don't talk, but
I feel like she's left me behind for her Pokemon partner.
Over here in the very very distant
Region of Lunele, we synchronize with one Pokémon and usually
Compete mostly in Pokemon contests, sometimes

In Musicals and other forms of showmanship, but
Not me. I don't have a Pokémon partner, I
Guess I just haven't found one. I usually head for my garden and tend to it. I do
Not do much
Else. At least, not really.

I occasionally watch trainers,

Ah, no excuse me, let
Me correct myself here, Champions, in

A league called the Pokémon Masters League,

Duke it out with
One another. My favorite to watch is
La---, the Johto Champion, and his Pokémon partner, Dragonite.
La--- currently seems to be inviting new trainers to come over to Pasio, but I
Know I'd never ever be invited.
It's not like I have a partner.
Now, Hase, she probably would be invited.

At the moment, if I had to guess, it

Looks like her Scorbunny
Is quite close to evolving,
Very close to doing so anyway,
I truly don't know. It
Never occurred to me she could be
Going for the gold. I

Don't know if I should say this, but
Okay? You know what? I'm going to. I'm a
Little jealous of my sister. A
Little jealous. But, I

Would never admit that, of course.
I haven't found a Pokémon to bond with, I'm
The only one, and it
Hurts, I feel so left behind

As my sister is currently

Having the time of her life
Up on stage. But, I guess,
Maybe I'll eventually find
A partner. My parents had connections from Galar on a business trip, so that's how she met Scorbunny. I
Never dare say a word, so I guess if I

Had said something, maybe I'd have a Grookey right now, but
Eh. I prefer to be all
Alone in the garden tending to
Roses, but lately,
There has been something

Incredibly weird happening

A lot of the time,
My garden outside has been full of Pokémon such

As, Roselia, Oddish, Bellsprout, Hase

Comes into the garden and defeats them, often
Having a Pokéball or two
In hand and then releasing them to the wild.
Maybe I'm incompetent for not
Even bothering to deal with them. It's my
Rose garden, after all. But,
Ah, I'm not supposed to fight wild Pokémon without one

I call my own, but I can't help but
Feel bad leaving it all to Hase,

You know? I shouldn't force her to do it all. But,
Oh well. My parents are always abroad, so it's just the two of
Us. And, eh, I'm a young adult now.

Well, I guess, so
Is Hase. So, maybe it's time I just
Let this dream go. I
Literally won't be

Able to pursue it, anyway. I'll
Never be like La---. He's a master of the
Dragon type. But, in the end,

I'll never succeed in life. I

Feel so lonely, and
Empty as Hase gets her dream. I feel so
Empty, alone, and
Like I have nothing to live for. I wish I had a Pokémon to call my own, but I

Shouldn't count my Torchics before they hatch. It's
Obviously never going to happen,

Ever, why would it?
Meh, I have the garden and the
Pasio League to watch on
Television, it's fine.
Yes, it's fine, completely fine.

I'm fine with my big old
Nothing life that I currently am

Living. It's not like at this point,
I guess that's what I get
For being inactive and not doing anything.
Eh, oh well, that's just how it goes."

Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.

It had been a rather bright morning in the very distant Pokémon Region Lunele. Sun beaming through the curtains, the Doduo were screaming at the top of their lungs to get everyone's attention. Chirp, chirp, chirp. Little Flechling flock adding their own cries to the mix, a collective of yawns broke through the paper thin walls within an enclosed greenhouse residing mansion.

Letting out a yawn had been a young adult feminine appearing human sized mannequin person with socketed elbowed doll joints visible from the light cotton leaf printed duvet. Loud crack practically ready to rip out the walls, the dollkin let out a sigh. It was time to replace the arms and legs again, how tiresome.

Shoulder length dark purple hair as messy as it always had been, the living mannequin slumped back under the covers. What was even the point of getting out of bed anyway? Maybe it was better to sleep forever. But, the dollkin removed the self from the bed. Rotting here until mold spores formed would be a fate worse than death anyway. Tiptoeing to the latrine the young adult tried to search for motivation somewhere.

Staring at the reflection in the mirror, the mismatched purple and green eyes had no life to speak of in them. Pupils dull and boring, the dollkin kept staring at the glass in front. The same look, the same nothing. Today would be the same as well. Freckles looking rather dull as well, the young adult almost wished the entire world had been painted black and white.

Pitch black overalls thrown over the porcelain body, the dollkin pressed the comb through the wild locks. bright pink matching flower hairpins and earrings clicked in, the lifeless reflection kept staring back. Arms quickly replaced with a newer set, the individual reached for a small ovular shaped device. Small remote tucked away into a pocket, the living mannequin strutted off towards the kitchen with mild reluctance.

Whiffing up a burning scent from the dining room, the young adult, let out a groan. Oh, great, the sister was letting was letter her Pokémon cook with her again. How many times did it have to be said to not do that? At least a hundred dozen at this point. But, no, she never listened. Didn't she care if her doll joints got burned? Guessed not. Oh, well, the individual would not help this time if she burned away. Her fault.

"Waah!" a voice cried. "Scorbunny, no, I told you to do a light Ember, not a strong one! No, the brisket and sausages are gonna overcook now!"

Complaining in the kitchen, had been a short late adolescent human sized mannequin girl with bright green hair that had practically sparkling. Messy, spiky locks pulled into two pigtails, her eyes had matched her bangs almost exactly. Flaming hairpins and earrings looking ready to catch on fire, she adorned a red collared, one pieced black hoodie. Frying pan looking about ready to become a drying pan, her partner next to her jumped up and down like a madbunny.

Adjacent to her had been a short white rabbit creature that stood at about twelve inches tall. Large, white triangular shaped ears with orange tips, they had tiny little dark orange eyes like a sunset. Bandage placed on top of their nose, such adhesive had been on the bottom of their soles as well. Little white ball shaped tail behind them, the dollkin shook the head. As usual, Hase and Scorbunny were up to no good.

Click.

/Hase, I have told you a million times now to not let Scorbunny cook with you!/ Text screamed out on the open air in the kitchen. But, such had been met with complaints.

"Oh, my goodness, Siorc, not even a hello?!" Hase cried. "Not even a good morning Hase, good morning Scorbunny?" She let out a groan as she said such. "You can be such a lame big brother sometimes!"

Sister calling him lame once again, the dollkin shook his head. Look at her, thriving in her life with her Pokémon partner. He had told her countless times to not cook with her pal, but no, she never listened, and she probably never would. Every single morning, it was always the same. Ember, burned breakfast. He should have woken up early so she couldn't have tried to make anything.

Click.

/And I keep telling you over and over again that using Ember in the kitchen is a fire hazard. What if mother and father were to come home right now and see that? They'd be yelling at you for days!/ Floating text on the kitchen air said, screeching with a holler. But, such had once again been met with a groan.

"Ugh, Siorc, I keep telling you Scorbunny and I are practicing our contest moves!" Hase cried, tone annoyed. She then changed course. "Speaking of which, I'll be competing in a contest this afternoon, live at three! Will you actually watch me this time?"

"Scor!" Scorbunny chanted, punching their fists.

Reminder of her contest coming his way, the dollkin turned towards the opposite direction. Ah, that was today, wasn't it? Why should he tune into that? It was the same as always, anyway. Multiple humans and dollkins showing off their Pokémon moves. What was in it for him? It's not like she was on the line to win her fifth ribbon yet. He had to tend to the garden this afternoon, anyway.

Click.
/No, Hase, I have to attend to the garden before more wild poison types attack it again./ Floating text on the kitchen air said. But, such had been met with an immediate groan.

"Ugh, why can't you ever watch my contests?! All you ever do is garden, garden, garden, then you rot on the couch watching La--- in the Pasio league competitions! It's not like you have a Pokémon of your own! What, do you think, if you keep watching those televised broadcasts, he'll invite you to the Masters League or something?!" Hase shouted. "How can you call yourself a chimera when you barely pay any attention to my progress? I might win my second ribbon today!"

/I'll be in the garden, Hase. You know that./ Floating text on the kitchen air said. /I won't have time to watch your contest./

"Maybe if you watched my contest from home, I'd be on track to my fifth ribbon by now!" Hase cried. "Ugh, whatever! You're as boring as ever! I'm eating in my room! Let's go, Scorbunny!"

Sister and her partner stomping away, the chimera grabbed his plate and strutted off towards the couch. Here she goes again, crying the same thing as always. Turning on the boob tube, a bright, spiky red haired man wearing a dark blue outfit with orange accents and a red cape had been accompanied by large, orange friendly looking dragon creature with a long tail, yellow belly and green wings. Battlefield in front of him, he gazed at his opponent.

On the other side of the battlefield had been a short, young teenage girl with a white hat, and light brown pigtails adorning a sky blue spring kimono with white flowers, the chimera munched on his burned food. This girl didn't stand a chance against La---, the Johto Champion. Bright pink, round cat-like creature beside her with dark turquoise eyes and a curly little tuft, she soon pointed in a commanding manner.

"Jigglypuff, use Disarming voice!" the girl commanded.

Munch, munch, munch.

"What's this?!" an announcer cried. "It looks like La---'s Dragonite had a Roseli berry!"

Discordant pink hearted scream doing next to nothing to the Dragonite, the spiky haired red man rose his cape. Girl on the other side gritting her teeth, the dollkin's eyes were glued to the boob tube. As usual, Mr. La--- was two steps ahead of everyone. What a beautiful spectacle to behold. How he wished he could be on that stage right about now right alongside a Pokémon of his own.

But, the living mannequin shook his head. As if he would ever get a Pokémon companion of his own. Hase, she was always able to communicate to everyone exactly what she wanted. He still remembered it like it was yesterday when she told their parents she wanted to be partnered with her very own Pokémon. He still recalled that day their parents went all the way to Galar for a research mission just for her to bring her back a choice of a starting partner. He'll never be her.

"Dragonite, Hyper Beam!" the red haired man cried.

Bright white beam unleashed from the dragon's mouth, the poor little Jigglypuff could hardly withstand the blow. Announcer soon declaring La-- the winner, the dollkin's eyes soon sparkled. He won again. The Johto Champion was so cool. And, here he was, with the same boring old life. The same nothings every day. Everything was always the same. But, he guessed he only had himself to blame. But, his thoughts had soon been interrupted by the sound of stomping shoes.

"I'm heading to the Contest Hall now!" Hase cried. But, she soon groaned. "Ugh, all you ever do is watch the Pokémon Masters League on tv!" She waved her hands as she said such. "Why can't you ever pay attention to me, and my dreams?" She let out a sigh as she said such. "Ugh, whatever, I'm going! If another Poison type Pokémon appears in the Greenhouse again, go bother the neighbors or something, because I'm going out to eat with my friends tonight after the contest! Cook for yourself tonight!"

Sister stomping off, the young adult let out a sigh as the door had been slammed behind him. What was she so livid for? He never watched her contests in the first place? How could she expect him to when she had everything he always wanted? But, he knew he could never say that. What point was there? Laying on the cushions, the dollkin turned his porcelain legs inward.

Silence of everything around him engulfing him, a tidal wave flowed. If only he had his own Pokémon to call a partner. But, no matter how many times he tried, he could never bring himself to ask to borrow a Pokéball from his neighbors. It's not like he could move forward in life if he had one, anyway. What was the point in anything? Everything was an empty sea of nothing.

Ding, ding, ding.

Afternoon bell soon ringing, the living mannequin clicked off the boob tube. It was time to stop thinking about all this nonsense and tend to the garden. Slapping gloves over the porcelain palms, he tiptoed towards the door. Nincada army rubbing their wings together, loud cries had been ready to knock his ears off. Trying to tune it out, he pressed onwards towards the greenhouse. It was time to focus, and tend to the plants.

But, upon reaching the greenhouse, a dark purple creature with three pointy horns on the top of its head, long eyelashes, its yellow next was spewing with toxins. Dark orange skirt like leaf trunk and two brightly colored roses serving as its hands, the dollkin's human heart beat out of his chest. Oh, no, the Roselia had gotten in here again and mutated. What type were they now? He couldn't remember.

"Roselia!" the Roselia cried. "Roselia!"

Rose creature spitting a dark purple ball of acid, the chimera placed his hands through his hair. Ah, no, not again, that was the sixth time this week these Pokémon had come enmasse and used Acid Spray on his cucumber plants. His precious produce, if they shot anymore with their poison type attacks, harvest season would be so done for! He had to chase these creatures away!

Click.

/Shoo, get out of my greenhouse!/ The Floating text on the air cried.

"Roseeelia!" the Pokemon horde screeched!

Little Pokémon group spinning in a rapid manner, the chimera's eyes opened wide. He should have known better, never intimidate a wild Pokémon. What should he do? It's not like he had a partner of his own. If Hase were here, her Scorbunny could wipe out these Roselia in a second. Shaking his head, he pressed the SOS button on his sky writer. She wasn't here right now.

Hearing a set of six porcelain feet running, the dollkin had almost been taken aback. How many of his neighbors were coming to answer to this call? Had the entire neighborhood heard that? Maybe he should have just let his skywriter scream for help instead of pressing that alerter. Oh, well, too late now.

"Wild Pokémon in your greenhouse again?" a slow voice asked. sighing. "Siorc, can you please just get your own Pokémon already? Just catch the Roselia with a Pokéball, or something."

"Those Roselia look way too hostile, Yinlong," another voice said. "Can't you be neighborly and help a fellow dollkin out?"

"Parisa, you coddle him too much," the one named Yinlong responded. "He really needs to learn how to fight for himself."

"Hons, come on let's not argue," a tenor voice said. "Methinks he just relies on his sister too much. After all, she always battles for him. And, I don't mind taking on a few wild invaders in her stead."

"Raven, you're way too nice, you know that?" the one called Parisa responded, sighing. "I'm with Yinlong. He needs to catch his own Pokémon already."

"Roseeeeeeelia!" the Roselia horde cried.

"Anyhoo, you two, let's defeat these Roselia," Raven said, clutching a Pokéball.

Standing in the corner complaining had been a short, feminine appearing human sized mannequin person with round black ears on the top of their head. Short silver hair pulled into a messy low ponytail, a portion of their locks had been spiked upward. Pink eyes looking about ready to catch on fire, the dollkin wanted to look away. Dark black shirt with a triangular pattern on the bottom, next to them had been a short little white bear-like creature with small, round black ears, and a small black body and chubby, furred grey belly. Small leaf in their mouth, the chimera wanted to turn away. Yinlong and Pancham were in sync like they always were, he guessed.

Next to them had been a slightly taller, feminine human sized mannequin person with dark porcelain skin and black antlers. Long, magenta hair pulled into bunned braids, she had a pink shirt with a yellow stripe in the center. Tired green eyes, and pointy ears, next to her had been a quadruped fawn creature with a pink coat and yellow spots. Little yellow flower beneath its pointy ears, he could not help but feel a wave of envy. Parisa and Deerling were in tiptop shape as usual.

Throwing out a Pokéball had been a rather tall human sized male mannequin person with light brown hair pulled into a high ponytail. Cowlick on the top of his head split into three, his yellow shirt had a small pink ribbon on it. Wearing pants with one pink leg and the other yellow, next to him had been a slightly large pigeon like creature with brightly colored red feathers and brown head. Beak looking sharp as always, he wanted to look the other way. He sees, Raven's Pidgey had evolved into Pidgeotto recently. Everyone except him had been moving forward in life.

"Pancham, use Flamethrower!" Yinlong cried.

"Panchaaaaaaaaaaaam!" Pancham cried.

Breath of fire releasing from the little bear creature's mouth, the chimera shivered. How did that Pokémon learn such a move? Wasn't Pancham a fighting type? Shrugging, he stared off in silence. What did he know about battles anyway? Nothing. All he knew is about what he heard on the television. Roselia letting out a battle cry, a dark purple shield had soon been plopped over it, the flames had soon went out. Purple bubbles surrounding Yinlong's partner, a cry had soon released itself out into the open.

"No, Pancham is badly poisoned!" Yinlong cried. "What move did that Pokémon just use?!"

"Let me handle this," Parisa said, rolling up her sleeves. "Deerling, use Zen Headbutt!"

"Deer deeer" Deerling cried.

Deerling charging straight at the rose creature with a violet glowing head, the purple shield soon rose from the ashes once again. Head ram bounced off, the toxic bubbles had soon decorated the little fawn creature in spades. Ally on their knees huffing, the tables stayed in the feral Pokémon's favor. Gazing at the enemy, the dollkin wondered. How did these Pokémon get so strong?

"Raven, what move are they using?!" Parisa cried. "You're a move expert, right? Give us your insight!"

"I don't know, hon, but it looks to me like a protection move," Raven replied, he then chuckled. "No matter, leave it to me. My Pidgeotto is a special boy! He has the ability No Guard!"

"What?! How is that even possible?!" Yinlong cried. "I thought Pidgeotto can only have No Guard when it evolves into Pidgeot and assumes its mega form!"

"Roseeeeeeeeeeelia!" the Roselia cried.

"They've got their guard up!" Raven cried. "Pidgeotto, use Brave Bird!"

"Pidge!" Pidgeotto cried.

Intense energy surrounding the avian creature, a pitch black shield soon covered the horde of Roselia. Attack not connecting, the dollkin watched in horror as a large rose the size of a human child had soon been gifted to them in return. Intense explosion blasting towards the ally, bruises had come in droves. Seeing such, the chimera's knees buckled. No, his cucumber plants. He really needed to get a guard Pokémon, or something.

"What move was that?!" Parisa cried. "It hit Deerling, too!"

"Pancham, Pancham, can you hear me?!" Yinlong cried. "Pancham, snap out of it!"

"Roseeeeeeeeeeeeelia!" the Roselia horde cried.

Second explosive rose soon plopped upon the opponents, the living mannequin could no longer watch this. These Roselia were way too powerful, weren't they? Was this what happened when they invaded a nice, flourishing, beautiful greenhouse? Maybe he should have just caught one of them after all. Then, this would all be over in a flash.

Allies continuing to lose, regret flowed through the dollkin. Maybe he should have just told his sister he'd watch her contest. Then, maybe she wouldn't have stomped off in a huff. But, what good would any of that do now? He had already ruined it. It was too late to change what had happened. But, as he kept watching everything unfold, something soon floated into the battlefield.

"Ruinous Lily Beam!" a quiet, but prominent voice shouted.

"Rose?" Roselia one asked.

"Roseeeeeeeelia?" Roselia two asked, in a bewildered tone.

Large beam of bright orange lilies knocking the Roselia off towards the wall, the little flower creatures held their roses onto their torsos. Huffing and puffing, they tried to go in for the defense, but such had not worked in their favor. Large, purple flower soon dropped downward, another strong pulse had knocked the enemies silly.

"Roseeeeeelia!" the Roselia cried. "Rose, rose!"

Explosive plant soon gifted to the mystery floating creature, a strange scene soon played out in front of everyone. Attack doing nothing, the young adult studied the little floating critter for a moment. Fighting with prowess had been a tiny, white fae creature with green eyebrows. Little white floppy ears adorning a pigtail like aesthetic, they had yellow bump like notches besides such. Green tail in the shape of a broken heart, above them had been a little purple flower almost acting like an umbrella. Light violet eyes with no life in them, the dollkin could feel something flutter in his chest. This little Floette, he didn't know why, but he could see himself on them. They looked so alone, so empty, so hollow.

"Where did that Floette come from?" Yinlong asked.

"Beats me," Parisa cried. "But, look at that! That grass type attack did nothing to them!" She placed her hand on her chin when she said that. "Do you think that they have the ability Sap Sipper?" But, a head shake had come her way.

"I don't think that's possible, hon," Raven said. "As far as I know, Floette have the ability Flower Veil. What a strange little Pokémon."

"Lycoris Strike!" the Pokémon cried.

Large red flower slapping the Roselia down, the creatures fainted one after another. Little fae creature floating towards him, the chimera blinked. Had another neighbor come by and commanded their partner from afar? Observing the greenhouse around him, he had seen nothing of the sort. His head spun as he thought of the possibilities. This tiny Floette, were they the one talking? No, that couldn't have been possible, right? Maybe their trainer was somewhere nearby.

"That Floette just defeated an entire horde of Roselia with three attacks?!" Yinlong cried. "What in the world?!"

"Impressive," Raven said, hand on his chin. "I wonder whose Pokémon this is?"

Fae creature floating downwards towards him, their eyes met. Lifeless pupils staring back at him, he did not know why, but he could feel an immediate kinship with this Pokémon. Where did this little fellow float away from? Maybe a small breeze blew them away from their trainer. That was all, right?

"She's looking at Siorc," Parisa said.

"She is indeed," Raven said.

"He," a voice whispered.

Everyone turning their heads, collected confusion had come the Floette's way. Adding his own to the mix, the chimera scratched his porcelain ears. Did he hear that correctly just now? They just said he, didn't they? Gazing at the Pokémon, the dollkin did a triple take. He? No, he misheard that, right?

Thinking back to the Floette species for a moment, nothing was adding up. The Florges line, they were a female only species, weren't they? There was no way it was possible for there to be one of the opposite gender. At least, that's what he thought. This wasn't the Kalos Region or the Paldea Region. Why apply that logic here?

"Um, you two, are we going to address the fact this Floette is talking?" Yinlong asked in an exclamatory tone. "Hello?! Am I the only one who is going to point that out?!"

"Yeah, I heard it, hon," Raven replied. "But, I'm more concerned with what they just said." He placed his finger on his chin, turning towards the Pokémon. "Little Floette, care to repeat that?"

"He," the Floette replied, voice a little louder. "I'm male." They then floated behind Siorc.

Floette hiding behind him, their little purple flower had soon acted like some sort of shield. Turning towards them, his heart sank. Did they not handle confrontation well? As the minutes unraveled, he could see himself more and more in this Pokémon. Where had they come from? But, he recalled something. Recently, he had planted strange purple flowers. Could they have been attracted to those? Maybe so.

"Why don't we stop asking them questions?" Yinlong asked. They then nudged into their pocket. "Anyway, Siorc, we really suggest you catch a Pokémon of your own. The three of us want to train for the Pokémon Masters Young Adult Rookie League." Plopping a Pokéball in his hands, she continued. "You can't expect your sister or us to come to your rescue all the time, okay? Bye."

Party of three soon leaving, the chimera pocketed the Pokeball. Pulling the weeds, he could feel doom loom over him as all his plants had begun to flop over. Those lousy Roselia, they had to ruin everything. Grabbing the sheers, he plucked away the invasive plants. Maybe if he got rid of them, these crops could have a chance at life again.

Little Floette still floating beside him, the questions rolled around once again. They hadn't left yet. Where was their trainer? Pressing on with the droll routine for hours on end, he put a pin in that. Maybe they were simply just a wild Pokémon that hadn't been hostile. But, a seed of doubt soon plopped in. What if someone released them? Tiny fae's head dropping, he placed his hand on his chest. How lonely. All alone, and by themselves, just like him.

Exiting the greenhouse, the chimera trotted off towards the garden. Tall, beautiful sunflowers everywhere, the fae creature soon sped off towards the small violets in the corner. Dashing off towards them, he reached for a watering can. Why was the soil so dry today? But, as he prepared to sprinkle down the head, a loud whisper kicked.

"These flowers are so well taken care of," the Floette whispered. "Unlike me." Their head drooped as they said such.

Sprinkling down the water immediately, the dollkin could feel his chest grow tight. What happened to this poor little fellow? Whoever released this Pokémon should feel very sorry. Further plants sprinkled, he pondered. Should he invite them to stay with him? Maybe they would like that. But, that wasn't up to him, was it? Finger twitching over the remote, the sky had soon adorned worded clouds.

Click.

/You can have these flowers if you want,/ the skywriter up above said.

"Really?" Floette asked.

Pokémon's eyes sparkling, the chimera could feel his lips quiver. The look on this fairy type's face, he could tell. This poor creature, it had been cast away from society many times, hadn't they? Maybe, whatever little Floette colony they floated away from wanted nothing to do with them. Should he write they can come over to his garden whenever they wanted? Maybe he should.

/Yes,/ the skywriter up above said. /Float by whenever you'd like./

Pop.

Feeling something removed from his pocket, the dollkin could hardly believe his eyes. Pokéball seated in the fairy type's hands, the chimera blinked as the critter pressed the button. Did they just? But, he did not have time to think as the spectacle continued. Spherical capsule object opening, a white light soon engulfed the creature. Device dropping on the ground, it shook. Shaking a second time, it wobbled for one extra moment. Sparkling stars popping over the ball, a weird jingle soon played.

Gotcha! Floette was caught!" the skywriter up above cried.

Picking up the pokéball, the chimera gazed at the red and white spherical device. Why did Floette do that? Shrugging, he threw the ball outward. Why keep them trapped in that thing, that would do no good, would it? Fairy type soon next to him, their eyes met once more. Creature whispering about garden tending, the chore sped itself up a smidgeon.

Evening soon rolling around, the dollkin laid himself up on the couch. Was it just him, or did gardening go by much faster today? Maybe it had. Or, maybe it hadn't. He couldn't tell. Flipping on the boob tube, his eyes were soon glued to the screen. Pokémon Master Champion League playing, he could soon see his hero step onto the podium. Mic tapped, it screeched.

"I have an announcement to make!" La--- cried. "We here at Pasio will be recruiting trainers far and wide for the Pokémon Masters Young Adult Rookie League!" As he cried such, the crowd cheered.

Hero explaining that anyone from ages sixteen to twenty two could file a recruitment form, the dollkin sunk into the couch cushions. Ah, the rookie competition, huh? It's not like he'd qualify. He was almost twenty at this point. Maybe that age bracket was a mistake. Floette soon floating upward and pointing at the tv, he swore he could hear them whisper they should enter.

Sweating, he turned towards the little Pokémon. Him, try and apply for recruitment for a battle league? In what world would he ever get accepted for something like that? He didn't know the first thing about battles, let alone have the prowess capable to compete. He didn't have the talent, nor capability like Hase did.

Door slamming wide open, multiple sets of feet had pile drived their way in through the carpet. Groaning, the dollkin wanted to hide beneath a pillow. Hase invited friends over again from her Pokémon Contest, hadn't she? Great, and they were a loud looking bunch, too, as usual. And she wondered why he didn't watch her contests? Look around her, why doesn't she.

"I won the Contest without your cheering!" Hase cried. She then pointed at her partner. "And, look at this, Scorbunny evolved!"

"Raboot!" the former Scorbunny cried.

"You should have been watching, Hase's bro!" another voice cried.

"Yeah, totes," another voice cried. "She knocked me out in our contest battle round!"

"And she knocked me and my partner out in our contest battle!" another annoying voice cried.

Gazing at the crowd, the dollkin almost wanted to turn away. Standing proud had been a tall, floppy eared human sized mannequin person with short pink hair pulled into a tiny braid. Plain pink shirt with a red ribbon in it, next to her had been a large pink winged fairy creature with black tipped ears, and a swirly tail behind them. He almost wanted to pluck his ears off at this dollkin. What was Hase doing befriending this girl? What was her name again, Kouneko? He didn't know. He almost never listened when his sister said her friend's names.

Barely able to be seen from the couch had been a short child sized mannequin person that had barely been three feet tall. Big, round ears on the top of her head, she had a nervous look on her face. Brown hair barely going below her chin, the fringes were messy. Blue bouncy rodent creature next to her with a big white belly and coiled tail, he tried to remember her name. Krysi? How could a Marill lose on stage to a Scorbunny? That made no sense at all.

Looking ready to scream the loudest had been a short human sized mannequin with bright leaf like yellow hair, and flame like golden eyebrows. Orange eyes looking bright and bold, she had a pinkish red top in a strange shape. Short, red legs that looked rather flexible, next to her had been a little green haired feminine plant Pokémon adorning a similar small red and white body. Turning away, he continued to look at the boob tube. It was the ever annoying Regina and her even more annoying Steenee. Why did Hase have to invite these three over? So annoying.

Gazing at Hase's Pokémon for a moment, a slightly taller rabbit like creature had now been adorning a similar shirt. Turning back towards the television, he tried to tune her out. She was going to brag for days about this ribbon she earned. If she intended to that, she could talk to the wall instead. Sorry, the ear factory was closed.

"You should have seen me, Siorc!" Hase cried. "When Scorbunny evolved into Raboot, they practically just handed me the win!" She flapped her arms as she said such. "And, guess what else! I was recruited into the rookie Pokemon Masters league!"

"Me too, me too!" Kouneko cried. "Sucks to be rotting on the couch doing nothing all day, doesn't it? Your sister told me all about you. Look at you, all you do all day is garden, garden, garden, huh? Have some whimsy in your life!"

"Um," Krysi said. "Just one thing. You know the four of us all were all recruited, right?"

"Hmph! Way to spoil Hase's moment!" Regina cried. "Let her brag to her brother and rub it in some more!"

"Sorry?" Krysi backed away as she said such.

"You should have been watching me today!" Hase cried. "Then, you would have seen my crowning achievement! I bet you wish you tuned in for a change!"

Sinking deeper into the couch cushions, the chimera watched as his sister and her annoying friends chattered up a storm in her room. Covering his head with a pillow, he curled up into a ball, doll joints cracking. Why did she always have to brag about every little thing? He was getting quite tired of this. Every single day, Scorbunny did this. Scorbunny did that. Always shining. He was a pool of darkness with nowhere to go.

Feeling a tug on his sleeve, the chimera sit upward. Floette looking into his eyes with a rather disdained look, he could feel a sudden wave of determination flow through him. Maybe this Pokémon and he could? But, he popped such thought with a pin. Ah, no, it's not like he'd be recruited, or anything. Not a chance. He didn't know the first thing about battling anyway.

"I don't like her," Floette whispered. "She's so self important."

Disdain coming his way, the dollkin bowed an apology. As usual, Hase had to be the spotlight. The sun, the center of attention. Fingers twitching on the remote, he could feel something brew inside him. Maybe he should try to get recruited, too. Get into battling. It was about time his kin put her finger into a humble pie.

/I'm sorry about my sister,/ the floating text on the air said. /Floette, I have a question. Would you like to--?/ But, such air writing had been interrupted.

"Let's battle together," Floette whispered. "And, show your sister she's too much of a showoff."

Nodding, the living mannequin scrunched up into a ball. Letting the zes catch him, he could feel himself fall into dreamland. He could not help but think about everything. This little Floette, their origins, where they came from. Maybe he should try and find out more about them in the coming days. Thoughts fading, he soon fell into the flower field inside his head.

Days going by, the dollkin had soon found himself in Waxing Park quite often lately. Sister finding out about his new companion, a competition between the two soon roared into place. Claiming she would become a top league battler, he could feel a spark flow through him. The best battler there ever was, huh? She'd fall off that hill shortly.

Learning a few things about the distant Pasio region as the days went by, a rather interesting fact had been laid out to him. Told by a group of twin boys that in the Pokemon Masters League, people had to team up into three, there had been so many rules he had not understood. Three on three? How weird. Running off towards the park, he searched for his practice partners for the day.

Reaching the crescent shaped tree, the dollkin huffed as he could see his practice partners look rather impatient. Standing by the hollowed out trunk had been a short, dark skinned masculine appearing human sized mannequin with a bright red greasy mullet. Blue white collared shirt on him, seated on his lap had been a small cyan frog-like being with bright yellow eyes and a white collar all the same. He sweat as his sharp eyes turned towards him. Ah, Gloine was about to be so cross with him. Shorter doll boy with a flipped mullet and glasses beside him, a green creature with a bulb on its back had been sleeping soundly. Miotal rubbing his glasses, he could tell a scolding was about to come his way.

Click.

/Good afternoon, Gloine and Miotal. I'm sorry I'm late./ the skywriter up above said.

"Late?!" Gloine cried. "You're so late that if this were school, I'd have marked you absent! Froakie almost fell asleep we waited so long!"

"Uh, Gloine?" Miotal asked. "You know we're a year younger than him, right?"

"Who cares about that?!" Gloine cried. "Siorc, if you're serious about this, you have to come on time! Also, why are you wearing those filthy overalls again? You and Floette should be in sync with each other!"

Click.

/I don't have money for clothes, apologies./ the skywriter up above said.

"Good afternoon, boys," an alto voice said. "Ready to lose?"

"Squawk, ready to lose?" a Pokémon squawked.

Strutting in had been a tall human sized mannequin with short, curly light brown hair pulled into a low ponytail. Bright green checkered shirt and yellow pants, next to her had been a colorful avian Pokémon with a black head shaped into a musical note. Feathers colorful shades of yellow, green and blue, they had a metronome like tail and pink beak. Covering his ears, the Chatot continued to copy everything their trainer Gwendolyn said.

"Where are your partners, huh?" Miotal cried. "You know, we can't train for the Pokemon Masters Rookie League if it's just you!"

"Ugh, hold your Horseas they're coming in a second," Gwendolyn groaned. "Men are so impatient, I swear."

Yinlong and Parisa flocking by, the dollkin could feel his eyes burst into flames. His neighbors, huh, bring it on! He could take one, two, no, ten of them if he really wanted to. Twins taking their turns one after another, the living mannequin had soon gone with the flow. Be in sync with his partner, right. That's all it took, right?

Many fights won, but various lost, as the days tooted along, he could feel his kinship with his partner begin to grow. More and more reminders coming day in and day out the deadline to try and be recruited was fast approaching, the chimera tried his luck. Maybe he could submit his entry now. Scribbling away, a laugh had soon come his way.

"You really think they'll let you join the rookie league?" Hase asked, laughing. "I've seen you fight alongside your Floette, you're sloppy! No way La--- would ever recruit you!"

Chides coming his way, the dollkin folded his hands into a fist. Who did Hase think she was, huh? She had already been recruited. He'll show her, he'll be invited, for sure. Training day in and day out, as almost two months of battling alongside Floette floated by, he could feel something he had never felt before.

A spark.

Spark flowing through him, he wondered. Was this what it felt like to be alive? To have something to do in life? Maybe it was. Maybe this was what it felt like to pry away the emptiness, get rid of that nothing. Training sessions in the park roaring on, the blazes kept their parade marching forward.

Recruitment forms soon closed, the chimera knew deep down. Even if he wasn't accepted into the young adult rookie league, it would be fine in the end. There was always next year, and if not then, the year after that. Or, perhaps later down the line. Waiting with bated breath, the day soon came.

The magical day.

The day everything would change.

Finding a letter and a package on his doorstep while gardening one day, the chimera could hardly believe his eyes at what laid out in front of him. Lacy, purple dress with black ribbons gifted to him, he almost broke into tears. Where did this thing come from? Yellow scrunchies inside the box as well, he peeled back the envelope. Gazing at the letter, he almost did a double take.

"Dear Siorc and Floette,

You have been accepted into the Pokemon Masters Young Adult Rookie League. Attached in this letter is your ticket to the ferry to Pasio. We hope you continue to battle with style and grace.

— La---."

Hero personally signing the letter himself, the chimera could feel his eyes water. Had this really been happening right now? He had been accepted into the league? Boat ticket dated to the day after tomorrow, he clenched his fist. He could hardly believe it. He could finally join the rookie leagues. All these months of training had finally paid off.

Forty eight hours passing by in a flurry, the dollkin placed his hair upward into two low hanging pigtails in the style of his Floette's ears. Lacy lavender dress on him, he waited at the pier. Sister opting to taking a jet with all her so called proclaimed winners, he rolled his eyes. Always trying to one up him, like always.

Long ride upon him, the living mannequin could feel a fire blaze in his chest. Finally, after today, he would set foot in Pasio. His journey was just beginning. Multiple other trainers chatting away with one another, he watched the waves. Partner floating next to him, he could feel the anticipation growing.

Vessel soon docking, he could hardly believe his eyes at who had been waiting. Red spiky haired Johto Champion adorning a white shirt and purple cape, the dollkin's eyes sparkled. There he was La---, in the flesh! He could hardly believe it. he wasn't dreaming, right? Pinch him! Pinching himself, he let out a hiss. Nope, he was definitely awake right now. Man smiling, he soon announced himself.

"Looks like everyone is here!" the Johto Champion cried. "Welcome everyone, to the Rookie Pokemon Masters League!"

Multiple trainers speeding away, the chimera almost fell face first on the ground. Man, everyone sure was eager, weren't they? Looking at the world around him, he placed his hand on his chest. Finding himself on an artificial island, he could feel the battle juices within him flowing. So, this was Pasio, huh? What an interesting place. Ready to head for the Trainer Lodge, he could soon feel a tug on his dress.

"Ah, young man, the video you submitted of you and your Floette was quite heartwarming to watch," the Johto Champion said with a warm smile. "I hope you two enjoy your stay here."

Words coming his way, the chimera's cheeks immediately turned pink. Did La-- just talk to him? Him, of all dollkin? No way, he was dreaming right now, right? Pinch him! Porcelain stinging once again, he almost broke into tears. He wasn't dreaming at all! Amazing. Fingers twitching, he almost didn't want to let his skywriter spit the words out.

/Thank you so much, sir!/ the skywriter cried out. /We'll try our best to battle well together!/

Dashing off towards the trainer lodge, many other trainers had bragged to one another about being the very best. Tuning them out, the dollkin gazed at the little crudely drawn map. Finding his room number, he flopped onto his bed, screaming gleefully into pillow. He could hardly believe it, the Johto Champion spoke to him. Pokémon pal and him settling in, he could not help but grin as he looked into the window of the future.

His debut with Floette into the Pokemon Masters Rookie League was just getting started.

---

Okay. So, here's what this Siorc and his Floette look like.

Drawn by me.

I know a lot of questions regarding the Floette Siorc teamed up with went unanswered here, but you can leave them up to your imagination.

Next week: Ninja Assassin Siorc!

 

[Palamon]

Mosique's Movie Buff Ninja

---

"Greetings, welcome to the
Relatively sealed world of Mosique.
Enclosed world shut away from
Every other nation, and
The ninja capital of the world, or
Is it? I'll let people be the judge of that.
Now, in this isolated place, chimeras
Gather. There's very few humans.
Since I feel like sharing

What is public information, I'll tell you
Everything I as a citizen of this
Little establishment know.
Come one, come all for
One big information free for all.
My name is Siorc Ingne, the
Ever quiet floriculture major in

The most mixed reviewed college
Of all time. I communicate

Through a large floating television screen that
Has my thoughts broadcasted.
Eh? We're a high technology place, so. I'm a hyena

Chimera, but that
Literally doesn't matter much,
Of course.
Since pretty much
Everyone in this huge
Downtown is

One. At least, I think. While I'm a
Floriculture major by day, I am a
Film buff by afternoon, my friends and I

We go off and see movies every day.
Oh? How do I earn money? Get
Ready, it
Literally won't surprise you how. I'm a ninja.
Don't gasp. It's true. I'm

One of the ninjas you'd
Find in the news defending justice. You

Might even see me in
One of the big
Streets. Heheh, well maybe not
I'm a lesser known ninja.
Quite below the cuff, if you will.
Uhuhuhu. I have a bit of a team and
Err, we're pretty tight.

In the evening, when it's ninja time,

All of us
Move to The Ninja Office and

See clients who need us. Eh? What?
In this world, ninjaing is
One big business okay?
Ridiculous as that seems.
Can't do this for free, after all.

In any case, we
Ninjas are here to help, for a few hundred
Gold coins.
No, we wouldn't
Ever offer our services for free, get outta

Here. How do
You expect us to
Earn a living, hmm?
Ninjaing is a business, period.
And there's multiple ninja firms you

Can contact in a pinch.
Of course, that's only if you're willing to pay.
Look, sometimes, I can be a
Little understanding if it's an
Emergency job, but
Get real here. Gotta
Earn a living.

School ain't cheap!
That goes for all my teammates too.
Uh, who told you ninjas work alone? They
Don't? Whoever told you that is
Especially dumb, understand? That's
Never been
The case in this place.

It's better to work as a team.
Never work alone.

Though, I guess, some people
Have the galls to do so. But, they
End up being

Mauled under the pressure
Of managing such a demanding task alone.
Relegated to the side with
No chance of spotlight!
I'm not saying I'm well known or anything!
Not at all! But, I know how it
Goes. I know the rules.

Maybe some don't, but
Of course, that's a
Very big mistake here
In Mosique. You
Either learn the rules, or get

Buried by society.
Uhuhu, well, I
Feel like I am exaggerating a little here.
Fufu, maybe just a little?

But, it is true,
You have to learn

All the rules of this world, or you'll be
Fodder. I have seen
Time and time again when happens to pretty much
Everyone who tries to challenge the
Rules, who tries to challenge the
Norm. And,
One thing is for sure. Not a single
One of those people lasts long. They
Never do. So, either follow

All the rules, or get eaten.
Now, today is a big
Day. A big movie is releasing!

Now, as a film buff and movie critic,
I'm thrilled to go see it.
Nothing like a good old movie
Just as my lectures
Are done for the day.

But I have heard some
Yikes things lately. What exactly?

Not telling!
It's confidential! I
Guess you'll just
Have to sit and watch
To find out!

Ohoho, so, why not come by when evening is
Ripe and watch my team? You

Are not going to want to
Miss this. After all,

I'm the best ninja in town!"

It had been a rather dark and cloudy day over in the skies of the rather closed off vast, chimera and ninja populated city state known as Mosique. People were moving to their own beat. Some were training, some living normal lives. But, for one particular chimera today would be yet another day that leaned towards both sides of the spectrum.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring. Wake up Little Ninja, It's Time For Your Lectures.

Snooze.

Slapping down the phone alarm to a quiet snooze had been a young adult feminine appearing person with rather long dark purple hair that went down to about the backside scrunched up and messy as usual. Dark shadows beneath the mismatched purple and green eyes, a bright red two piece pajamas with a barrel of popcorn peeked through the bed covers.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, your lectures start in thirty minutes!

Alarm screaming again, the young adult let out a groan. Why did the brother have to make these stupid alerts? Being an application developer instead of a ninja was the worst career path he could have possibly chosen, but whatever. He was wasting his life by making these useless inventions, that was his problem at the end of the day.

Small eight inch television screen powering on floating next to the person, the college student fluttered off towards the latrine. Doing a light spritzing, the young adult almost wanted to punch the mirror at the sight before him. Oh, by the ninja lords above, why were the hyena ears out? Go away, go away, go away, go away. Closing the eyes, they soon dissipated. Human ears returning, a breath of relief had pushed on through. Today was not a good day for those stupid things to appear. How embarrassing.

Matching teddy bear hair accessory and earrings in place, a pull over white hoodie with dark brown sleeves and a bear cross body fanny pack had decorated the hyena's stomach. Light brown waist length skirt soon beneath, the chimera rubbed as much concealer as possible over the large hyena spots. Go away, disgusting spots, they were such an eyesore, that was for sure. The face looked better without them.

Hair soon pulled into a ponytail, the college student soon strutted off towards the dining room. Whiffing up eggs like mad had been a rather short feminine appearing person with long light green hair pulled into a high ponytail. Pitch black tassel earrings hanging down low, there had been a pitch black belly shirt with a golden band logo on it that read, Lan Haren. The young adult almost wanted to slap a palm over the face seeing this. The brother sure enjoyed wearing shirts five sizes too small on him. Didn't he know by now for someone at his ripe age of thirty, that nonsense wasn't hip anymore? How were they eight years apart again? It was more like the two of them were whole centuries apart! Varg was stuck in a time capsule. Time to get him out and bring him back to the present.

"Good morning, bro," Varg greeted. "You have like twenty minutes before your lectures start, ya know. Hop to it."

Brother reminding him once again of the time, he could feel his cheeks grow read. For the love of ninjutsu and crackers, he knows already. Twenty minutes, blah, blah, blah. Television screen up above buzzing around static, he closed his eyes for a minute. Ah, if he let that appear on the screen up there, that would only brew chaos. Well, he supposed it would do no good to let this thing spew out thoughts he didn't mean.

Beep, beep, beep.

= For the love of ninjutsu, I know I only have twenty minutes before I have to be at my lectures. Could you please not remind me? = the television screen up above marqueed across the screen.

"Just reminding ya, Siorc, ya gotta be on time, after all!" Varg cried. "Hurry, and eat up before you're late!"

Beep, beep, beep.

= Alright, fine, could you stop rushing me? = the television screen up above marqueed across the screen.

Biting away as the news had been playing up a storm, a report on the tiny screen in the corner caught his attention. Teachers purposely misgendering their students? Practically stabbing the yolks, the young adult's eyebrows twitched. Ah, how horrible, and these professors and teachers got away with this kind of behavior. He ought to do something about it! The nerve.

Munching away as fast as possible, the college student switched the television off. That was enough news for today. Honestly, how did his brother watch that all day long while working? Was he thirty, or was he fifty? He was mentally a middle aged man with too much technological know-how. Ah, but, he tried using that insult many times by now, and he'd always tell him he was wrong.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, time to head for your lectures.

Slapping the stupid alarm off, the hyena wanted to throw the alarm against the wall. Man, his brother sure loved to put a timer on everything, didn't he? Couldn't he see that he had fine time management by now? This man would never understand him. He wasn't a young chimera anymore who was almost late to everything! Stop timing him.

= I don't need your timers every ten minutes, Varg. Could you learn to turn them off? = the text marqueed across the television screen screeched out.

"Bro, if I did that, you'd be late to everything!" Varg cried. "Anyhoo, yer reviewing a movie again after lectures this morning, right?"

= I am. Why? = the television screen up above marqueed across the screen.

"You forgot your movie critique outfit again!" Vag responded. "Here you go."

Bright white shirt with the words, I am a film critic plastered on it, the last two words had been inside a clapper board. Popcorn hairpin and earring set slipped inside the skirt pocket, he folded them up. Slapping them into a fanny pack, he headed off towards the door. He supposed his brother was at least useful for something every once and awhile. Running shoes soon on, he moved towards the intersection. Crosswalk about to be upon him, he had soon seen one of his fellow film critic crew.

Standing by the edge of the sidewalk had been a rather tall feminine appearing person with bright, golden penguin crests where the eyebrows would have been. Long blond hair pulled into a ponytail flopping from the backside, A ton of makeup had been plastered over the eyes, making the orange pupils a near eyesore. Bright purple outfit with the chest slightly visible, he always wondered how Kaiser could go to college looking like that, but why judge? It was not in his place to do so.

"Beautiful morning it is today! Mostly because I'm here, of course!" Kaiser cried. "Siorc, we're still on for that movie this afternoon at the theater, right? We're getting paid a dirty amount of gold coins to review it, you know!"

Beep, beep, boop.

= Yes, of course we're still going. It's called Life Of A Sand Maiden, in case you forgot. = the text on the television marqueed across the screen. But, such had been met with an annoying dramatic screech.

"Why would I have forgotten?!" Kaiser cried. "I've been wanting to see that movie in early screening all week!"

"Could you two shut up and move already? The light's green!" an annoying voice behind them cried.

"Alright, alright, we're going!" Kaiser cried. "You know, rushing a queen is ugly, don't you?"

Running across the crosswalk, the chimera tried to hold back a sigh. He was waiting all week for Life of a Sand Maiden, huh? Not him, he had been dreading this film all week. He had heard about that nasty film company constantly calling the lead star a he during production, the nerve of those people! The actor they chose neither male nor female.

Reaching the gates towards the college, a rather short, dark skinned man, excuse him queen with black panther ears stood by the entranceway with his hands behind his head. Navy blue hair coiled up into curly dreadlocks, his light brown eyes were shiny against his sparkly eye shadow. Adorning a bright pink kaftan dress, in his hand had been a closed and peeled open mangosteen. Long tail behind him, a wave had soon come his way. Waving back, he let out a sigh. Same old Bogart, eating the queen fruit early in the morning.

"Mornin'!" Bogart cried. "We're seeing Life of A Sand Maiden today, right?"

= Yes. At two o'clock, as planned. = the text on the television marqueed across the screen.

"Awesome sauce. The maiden's costumes are so gorgeous, I wish I could look like them sometimes!" Bogart cried. He then turned towards Kaiser. "Where's Malika?"

"She had classes before me," Kaiser said. "But, we have the same floriculture lecture today."

"What about Plata?" Bogart asked.

"Oh, my lord, stop asking me ugly questions!" Kaiser cried. "They like to go to lectures early? Could we just go in already?"

Strutting towards the entrance, the hyena shook his head. Why would Bogart want to dress like the maiden in the movies? Did he not read the news about the production and how nasty they were to the lead star? He guessed not. He knew if he had read about all that, he would probably want to wear the outfits anyway to spite the director or something. Come to think of it, maybe he should do that, too. The directors of the movies he reviews always read their blogs on tumbloo and the newspaper anyway.

Reaching the door towards the lecture hall, the chimera snapped such thoughts away. No time to think about movies right now, he had a floriculture lecture to think about. What were they learning about this week? Flower arrangement, right. He almost forgot about that. He had other things to attend to right now.

"Ugh," a voice complained, walking towards the lecture hall. "Not again."

Complaining through the hallway had been a rather tall feminine appearing person with bright golden penguin crests replacing human eyebrows. Bright, sparkly flowing blonde hair going down to about her chest, a portion of it had been slightly hanging loose like they were sideburns. Flaming orange eyes and rosy cheeks, she had a pure white dress with a heart shaped chest covering. Malika was gorgeous as always. Honestly, how were Kaiser and she related? Penguin chimeras sure had it all.

"Did Professor Goma misgender you again?!" Kaiser asked.

"He did!" Malika cried. "It's the second month of our semester now, and he still hasn't stopped!"

"That rat!" Kaiser cried. "Why I oughta!"

Ding dong.

"We'll talk about this later," Malika said. "Better head inside the lecture hall before he yaps again."

Hearing the small commotion, the hyena pounded his fists behind him. That rotten professor, he was always uttering the wrong things, wasn't he? No one had ever taught this man how to respect others and how they wished to be seen, did they? Appalling. But, he knew he had to keep such thoughts to himself. If he were to dare call him out, he'd fail the rest of this course for the entire year, he bet.

Stepping into the lecture hall, the chimera strutted off towards his usual desk. Seated on the furthest chair had been a short, feminine appearing person with bright dark cobalt blue hair that barely reached below their ears. Bright yellow crocodile eyes with red pupils, on the top of their head had been a flower crown. He always wondered why Plata wore that thing to class all the time, but it was better to not ask questions. Adorning a white, lacy shirt, a plate of flan had been in their left hand. Munching away, he waited for them to finish munching.

Beep, beep, beep.

= Good morning, Plata. = the text on the television marqueed across the screen.

"Mornin, Siorc," Plata greeted. "Movie's at two today, right?"

= That's right. = the text on the television screen danced around on the screen in the static above.

"Right, got it," Plata responded, nodding. "How long is it again?"

"Two and a half hours, I think," Bogart said, sitting down next to her. "Why, you got something else planned after?"

"Nah." Plata shook their head as they responded.

"I don't know, you seemed pretty preoccupied with something just now," Malika said, seating herself in the middle seat. "Something on your mind?"

"No," Plata said, shaking their head.

"Then why you asking how long the movie is for?!" Kaiser cried. "You only ask that ugly question when you got something on your mind!"


Scrch, scrch, scrch.

"Men in the front table, could you all simmer down?" a loud voice asked. "I'm about the start the lecture."

Scratching his nails on the board in the corner had been a rather tall dark skinned man with small pitch black frog eyes. Bright red hair covering a portion of his face, the locks had been split down the middle, reaching to just below his shoulders. Pitch black suit with a necktie that had an egg yolk on it, the chimera once again cracked his knuckles behind him. He said men again about his group, how dare he. He was just asking for it, that's for sure! But, as he thought such, he could hear people running towards the door.

Boom.

"When will you two learn that you have to be to my lectures on time?" Professor Goma asked. "If you men can't take my lectures seriously, then drop out already!"

"Professor Goma, I'm a lady," a weak voice whispered.

"Don't talk back to me and get to your seat!" Professor Goma cried.

Party of two heading to their seats, the chimera twiddled a little dagger in the back of his hands. This professor, so annoying, he ought to throw something at him for a change. But ah, no, couldn't do that, now could he? Why make a scene? Putting the little pocket knife away, the professor soon screeched up a storm up front.

Long lecture about flower arrangement going on and on, the college student took note after note. Entire pages covered with ink in minutes, he held back a yawn. He didn't know how intricate the art of flower arranging was. Why was it so detailed and complicated? Maybe he should have majored in environmental science instead, but that class had been full. It was full in his first year, too, and his second. Oh, well.

Professor babbling for quite awhile about how to make a floral display perfect, the young adult's mind had begun to wander. What time was it anyway? Gazing at his watch, the little hand floated over the twelve. Big one passing by the six, he tried to keep his head up on his desk. One hour to go, and he's finally out of here. Time couldn't go any slower.

Stupid teacher throwing books at sleeping students in the corner, he could hear that pesky man refer to one of the students as a guy once more. Hearing such, he again spun the pocket knife behind him. This student already corrected him, and yet, he's still insistent on being wrong. The president ought to fire this guy already.

Long, tiresome lecture soon coming to an end, the chimera took out a small notebook. Adding four more lines and crossing them, he soon repeated such action once more. Ten times, time times today. How many times did this infuriating professor call his students men today? Too many to count, that's for sure. He ought to show this tally book to the president. But, that would be a waste of time, wouldn't it? He tried that a few times before, but it never did any good. Oh, well. But, an elbow soon bumped into him.

"Hey, we're going to the movie soon, right?" Bogart asked. "Shouldn't you get changed?"

Beep, beep, beep.

= This campus is so big, I forget where the bathrooms are here. = the text marqueed across the tv screen.

"What do you mean you forgot?!" Kaiser cried. "The inclusive ones are on the second floor, remember?"

= Right. = the text marqueed across the tv screen.

Trotting up to the second floor, the hyena quickly changed. White shirt soon upon him, the matching popcorn hairpin and earring set replaced the bears. Plopping the sweaty hoodie into a bag, he removed the fanny pack. Mascara plastered on, he could feel dread flow through him. Maybe he shouldn't see this movie, but he couldn't back out. His boss expected a review to submitted by tomorrow afternoon. Heading off towards his storage locker, he grabbed his afternoon backpack.

Meeting up with the film critic gang in the courtyard, a group sigh had soon taken the stage. Everyone complaining about the lecture, the college student kept his thoughts to himself. Why should he say anything? Powering down the floating television, he stuffed it in the container from behind him. Better to not let his thoughts be broadcast right now, that's for sure.

"Well, we should probably get going now," Malika said. "They want us to be a little early this time."

"How early?" Plata asked.

"I thought I told you in my text this morning that they want us to be there, like, ten minutes before the previews!" Kaiser cried. "Oh, wait, you didn't even read my texts, did you? How ugly!"

"Oh, sorry, my phone's been off since yesterday," Plata said. "I don't want to check my messages right now."

"Why's that?" Bogart asked.


"I don't wanna talk about it," Plata said, turning their head. "Let's get going."

Heading back towards the intersection, the hyena gazed at Plata. Had someone been sending them nasty messages again? How come they hadn't blocked this person by now? But, he supposed they could have gotten burner phone numbers whenever they discovered they weren't able to contact them again. But, now was not the time to focus on that.

Reaching the Super Discount Theater a tall man with brown hair waited outside the theater with a warm smile. Forcing a smile back, he soon stuck out his hand. Gazing down at his palm for a moment, he broke out into a sweat. His hand was human right now and not hyena, right? Right? He could feel daggers about to glare at him if it were the latter.

"Thank you for coming, you guys," the man said, shaking everyone's hands. "The front row's all yours."

"How many people are in the theater today?" Bogart asked.

"Just you five," the man responded. "A majority of the other reviewers for whatever reason didn't want to screen this movie."

Hearing such, the film buff wondered. Had the other film critics in his circle heard about what the director had said about the film star? Maybe they had, and refused to come. Maybe he should have also declined, but he had already been here. Too late to back out now. Moving towards the front row, popcorn and refreshments had already been waiting for him.

Multiple boring previews of documentaries playing over and over again, the young adult almost fell asleep. He really needed to tell the owner of this theater to stop playing those documentaries about the world's greatest ninjas. Most of them sold poorly and were a box office flop. Why did they keep on advertising them? Whatever, well, it's not like he would say anything about it.

Three.

Two.

One.

"Welcome, theatergoers. Please take this time to silence your phones. And, in the case of emergency, please go through the back exit door," the screen up front said.

Silencing his phone, the large roaring lion logo soon played. Crossing his arms across his waist, he shook his head. He sees, the his a Lions Door production. Every single one of their films always sent a backwards message. This one wouldn't be much different, would it? He could feel his blood ready to boil as he thought such.

Screen shifting to a sandy world and a bright white bed, a short young feminine appearing person had been eating a ton of sand grapes. Slightly older children in the room calling their name, the star of the film soon rose from their bed. Bright, golden dress with nice tassels on the side, he could see Bogart's eyes sparkle. He was already blown away by the costumes, wasn't he? Typical Bogart.

But, the next scene made the hyena's throat taste like lemons. Older woman groaning at the kid asking how many times has she told them not to wear that? They're a man act like one, the young adult already wanted to leave the theater. Ah, yup, this film was like all the others from this director. Pushing that you are what you're born agenda. Disgusting. He should have declined coming to this film screening.

Young heroine proclaiming themselves a maiden, throughout the first hour or so, multiple people were against them. Seeing such, the chimera almost wanted to pull his hair out. Man, if he directed this movie, he'd cut out almost an entire portion of this entire script. The Sand Maiden wanted to be seen as a girl, just accept that. But, he would soon see that conclusion would never come into fruition.

Reaching the climax, a war had soon broken out in the kingdom. Multiple people screaming at the sand maiden to be a man and fight for their country, screams had come everyone's way. They're a maiden, and maidens can fight, too. But, such tribulations had been met with screams aplenty. It doesn't matter, they're supposed to be the leader of this army, so fight like one. Hearing such, he almost wanted to throw his pocket knife at the movie screen. This film director thought that line was a good one, didn't he? Well, it had flopped.

Film twisting into a maiden sacrifice towards the end, a long scrolling message soon played on the screen, 'in the end, Mithra died a hero, and a forgotten warrior.' The film buff loudly chomped on the last piece of popcorn. Of course, the movie had to use that bury the different trope. He should have known it would go like this. The same message as usual, you are what you're born, and you will suffer if you go out of the norm. Why did this director always choose to tell stories of people he didn't even care about? Probably for money. Leaving the theater, the party of five headed towards the tree where they usually grouped.

"Another bad film from Lions Door production!" Kaiser cried. "As soon as I get home, I'm writing a one star review!"

"Me, too," Malika said. "But, enough of that." She turned towards Siorc. "Same time tonight, right?" She lowered her voice into a whisper.

Whisper coming his way, the hyena nodded. Ninja duties? Of course, the same time as always, nine o'clock sharp. Five hours to go until Ninja Time. He could hardly wait any longer before that time came, he had some things to take care of. But, ah patience, Siorc, patience, patience. The time would come.

"Okay, see you then," Malika said. She then whispered. "Honestly, I wish ninja time would come sooner. There's something we really need to take care of, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah, I'd say so," Bogart said. "But, we gotta movie review first, don't we?"

"Yup," Plata said. "See you all later."

Waving at everyone, the film buff returned home. Throwing his shoes back, he closed the door behind him in his room as his brother was loud as usual making apps with his annoying dev friends. Laptop taking forever to turn on, he rubbed his eyebrows. By the ninja lords, he really needed to invest in a better computer by now. Typing in tumbloo dot com in the address bar, a rainbow texted message screaming, welcome Hyena Movie Reviewer popped confetti on the screen. Seeing such, he almost wanted to shut the lid. When did the devs add this stupid feature? Was there a toggle? Pressing the compose new article button, he tip tappied away.

"Life of A Sand Maiden is yet another backwards movie parading around with the you are what you're born agenda.

I am tired of having to type this up every time I write up a review for Lions Door movies, but nothing ever changes. Every single movie they put out is always the same. They always try to use that same message, you are what you're born, and Life of a Sand Maiden so far has been the worst one of them all amongst the countless films I have seen from this studio.

We see the story of a young teenager, Mithra, who wants to be seen as a maiden in a warring country of sand. But, almost no one around her respects how they feel. Throughout the film, almost everyone tries to pressure them to go back to presenting as a man. Not only do I find this to be cruel, it's rather unrealistic that almost everyone would be against them like this. But, that's how almost all of these movies by Lions Door studio seem to go.

The climax made this even more apparent when the war had broken out and reached its maximum tension. Multiple citizens in the movie demanded Mithra fight like a man, and every time I had heard this line, I wanted to gag right there in the movie theater. I thought that this movie would at some point come to accept Mithra as the maiden they wanted to be seen as, but that conclusion was never going to happen, I fear.

And, as goes with every single one of these films, as usual, the bury the different trope was used. Mithra sacrificed themselves in battle for their country, and instead of referring to them as a heroine, they were referred to as a hero, of course, and as forgotten warrior. Not maiden, but warrior. I can see that this title was used a audience bait. As this film was completely backwards, I give it half a star out of five."

Looking over the entry for a moment, the hyena removed any typos or repetition he could find. Writing an entire separate review for the newspaper, he inched towards the envelope icon on his desktop. Spending a couple extra hours ensuring the review for the Daily Mosique Gazette looked professional, he almost wanted to pull his hair out. He was always the one who had to write for the newspaper, and more oftentimes than not, his boss would tell him to stop making his movie reviews make him seem like a social justice warrior. Like, excuse him? He's fighting against backwards people here!

Bling, bloop, bling, bloop, bling, bloop.

It's Ninja Time.

Alarm ringing, the ninja soon closed his laptop screen. It was time, the best time of the night, nine o'clock. Time to get into action. Leaping towards his drawers, a purple mask had soon covered his face. Pitch black sleek suit upon him, his popcorn hairpin and earring set had soon been replaced by knives. Ponytail curled upward, he slithered off to the office.

"Good luck, bro," Varg said. "Have fun, nin nin."

Toss.

= I'd like to remind you, brother, that this isn't fun and games. = A tossed ninja scroll said.

"I know, I know," Varg said, sighing, he then lowered his voice into a whisper. "But, I can't say that in front of my app making buddies here."

Toss.

= Good, you'd better keep it that way. = A tossed ninja scroll said.

Doing various hand symbols as he exited the door, a cloud of smoke soon puffed around the ninja. Reaching his office in no time flat, the chimera seated himself in his desk. Another evening, another beautiful night of ninjaing. Who would be their first client today? Party of four walking through the door, he soon tossed a scroll their way.

= I'd appreciate it if you came in here using ninjutsu instead of walking through the door. = A tossed ninja scroll said.

"Well, the thing is, our client came with us today," Ninja Malika said. "And our client brought two other people, so we couldn't poof here."

"That's right!" Ninja Kaiser said, flapping his arms. "When you see who our main client is today, you'll fall out of your seat!"

"Will he, though?" Ninja Bogart asked.

"I'm with Bogart here," Ninja Plata said.

"All of you are so ugly right now!" Ninja Kaiser said. "Does wearing all black make you all more annoying?!" He flapped his arms up as he screamed such. "Gah! Whatever. Come in esteemed clients!"

Walking in at the front of the crowd had been a short, androgynous appearing person with golden penguin crests more sparkly than Malika and Kaiser's could ever hope to be. Messy golden hair fringing to just below their chin, they had pointy ears. Orange eyes looking rather tired, they adorned a soccer uniform for whatever reason.

Standing behind them had been a rather tall dark skinned feminine appearing draconic person with panther ears on the top of her head. Short yellow hair pulled into a low bun, on her face had been scales. Olden grandma sweater barely hiding her dragon wings, he recalled this lizard lady had been Bogart's sister? He had no clue, maybe he had remembered wrong.

Standing in the corner looking away had been a rather tall feminine appearing draconic person with long pink hair that went down to about their backside split down the middle. One eye covered with their bangs, their bright red dragon claws had poked their bright red shirt. Green tail behind them, the ninja placed his hand on his chin. Ah, yes, he was waiting for this moment.

"Hello, there, Misgender Assassin, sir," the one in the front said, bowing their head. "I'm Domini, well, Darlene, please call me Darlene. And, the three of us have two clients for you today." But they soon stuttered. "Um, Rashmi, could you go first, please?"

"We'd like to hire you to eliminate professor Wanta," Rashmi said. "As well as Professor Goma." Her dragon tail furiously swished behind her as she continued. "The three of us are tired of these professor constantly misgendering not just us, but everyone else! Please, eliminate them."

"Especially Professor Goma," Darlene said, pointing at the third person. "He's been cruelly calling Yanglong a man all week. They keep correcting them, but they refuse to correct themselves!"

"Please, do something about them," Yanglong said. "We have an entire list of students these two refuse to call by their desired names, and have purposely continued to misgender. Take a look." But, as they handed over the paper, cheers echoed in the background.

"Finally," Ninja Malika cried. "I'm so tired of Professor Goma and Professor Wanta calling me a man. I'm a woman, thank you!"

"Uh, hold on a second," Ninja Plata said, finger held upward.

"Is there a problem, Plata, hmm?" Ninja Kaiser asked.

"Wouldn't it be, you know, kind of suspicious if we eliminated both of them at the same time?" Ninja Plata asked.

"Why would it be?" Ninja Bogart asked. "We've eliminated multiple targets at once before!"

"Right, but, I'm just saying, these are college professors," Ninja Plata said, voice shaking. "And, the whole school is going to find out."

"By the ninja lord, they're not going to find out, we're in masks!" Kaiser cried. "So, tell us, where do these two go around this time of day?"

"We have heard that Professor Goma and Professor Wanta are neighbors, and they sit outside in their yards at night and look at the stars together. So, now is the best time to eliminate them," Darlene said.

Reading over the long list of crimes committed by this disgusting professors, the misgender assassin flipped the pocket knife in the palm of his hands. Ah, yes, finally, after all this time, he could finally get rid of these annoying professors. So long, farewell, he couldn't wait to use his double team attack and get these pitiful backwards professors from behind! Haha, wonderful, wonderful, it's ninja time.

Toss.

= We'll eliminate them for you, but first, name your price! = the tossed ninja scroll cried.

"Two thousand gold," Rashmi said. "Six thousand if you eliminate these lowlifes in less than thirty minutes."

"I uh, I don't know, do you really think they can do that?" Yanglong asked. "I'm pretty sure our professors might have their guards up."

Toss.

= Oh, please, I'll have them eliminated in twenty minutes, mark my words. = the tossed scroll said.

"What a foolish statement, you really think it'll be that easy?" Rashmi asked. "You know, Professor Wanta is a cat, do you not?"

Toss.

= And, I'm a hyena chimera. And, my squad members are a group of stealthy penguins, crocodile and panther. Stop doubting us, why don't you? Isn't Bogart your brother? =

"And, that's exactly my point, he's my brother," Rashmi said. "This warning is specifically for him."

"I can eliminate a target just fine, thank you!" Ninja Bogart cried. "My specialty is smoke jutsu! They'll be blind before they even see us!"

"Whatever," Rashmi said. "Hurry up already, time is ticking."

Doing various hand symbols, the misgender assassin stocked up by the door. Trying to hold back a laugh, a toothy grin appeared inside the mask. Ah yes, yes, finally, finally it was time to eliminate these stupid backwards professors. He could hardly believe the time had come to get rid of these monsters. They had gone too far too many times, and he had had enough.

Following the map Yanglong had gave him, his crew sped up ahead of him. Leaping upwards towards a tree, the hyena had his shurikens ready. He could hardly wait for this moment. Beautiful, he had been waiting for two whole months for this moment to finally arrive, and the day, no evening, had finally come. So long, Professor Goma and Wanta, they were about to kiss their last days here.

Crouching on the tree branch, the ninja soon reached for the binoculars. Zooming into the homes from afar, the misgender assassin studied his prey. Standing in the yard with a telescope had been a rather tall man with bright yellow cat ears. Short, chin length blond hair with light blue highlights, the moron wore cloud shaped sunglasses during the evening. Ah, what an idiot, it was nine-ten at night, shark tail behind him, the hyena cracked a smirk from underneath his mask. Ah, a perfect place to eliminate him, shark cat chimeras were weakest in that area. It was time for Double Team Jutsu.

Double Team Jutsu!

Multiple copies of himself dropping down towards the bushes, the ninja clutches his dagger. Aim for the backside, come on, aim for the backside, waiting for the man to look away, he could hear a rather disgusting conversation as one of his shadow selves hid deeper into the bushes. Oh, great, he could already hear him talking smack about his students.

"I mean, you should see some of the students I teach!" Professor Wanta cried. "A bunch of <bleeps>. I thought I'd get to teach fashion to a bunch of cute girls, but my morning lecture is all <bleeps>. I should have made a rule only real girls should sign up for my lectures."

"I know, right?" Professor Goma asked. "And, my class is full of <bleeps> and <bleeps>, too. I was hoping cute young girls with big bums would sign up for my lecture this year, but nope, a bunch of men who sleep through my class half the time! I ought to fail them all for taking up spots from young beautiful women!"

Professor Goma proudly proclaiming he was ready to fail everyone, the chimera clutched his dagger aplenty. Excuse him, there were no men in his lectures here. Honestly, how dare he? Oooh, how he wanted to leap off this tree branch now and slice that throat of his right here, right now! But, patience, Siorc, patience, he had to take care of this little rat in the corner first. Leave this stupid frog to his partners.

Hearing such, the ninja cloaked himself. This monster, who did he think he was blurting that out? How dare he, first of all? And, second, disgusting, this man was in his forties, he could hardly believe it. It was time to eliminate this freak once and for all. Team in the corner slicing and dicing from behind, a scream had soon let itself out in the open.

"What was that?!" Professor Wanta cried. "Goma, Goma, speak to me!"

"Wanta, please remember," Professor Goma choked out, blood pouring out of his neck like rain. "To bury me next to that hot science professor that died last year."

"Flamejutsu!" Ninja Malika cried.

Professor Goma burning into a crisp, the ninja watched as the rest of his team came back for just desserts. Keeping himself from guffawing, the misgender assassin prepared himself for the final blow. This little rat was going down. It was his turn to be eliminated. Screams aplenty, the ninja had soon been behind him.

Slice, slice, slice, slice, slice, sliceroo.

Pathetic little rat lifeless on the floor, the ninja soon whistled. Multiple hand signs called, the party of five prepared the flames one after another. Pitch black bodies out in the open, the quintet dropped down the smokeballs in unison. Hopping back off towards the trees, a maniacal guffaw soon released itself from the throat.

Once again, the misgender assassins had successfully eliminated their targets.

Returning to the office, the hyena gazed at his stopwatch. Ah, yes, wonderful, done in twenty minutes just like he had thought he would. Wonderful, amazing, he's perfect, like usual. No, they were all perfection, as usual. Never failed to eliminate a target. He hoped that stupid rotten teacher enjoyed rotting in that grave next to that disgusting science professor they hit last year.

"Impressive," Rashmi said. "Done in twenty minutes. Fine, here, six thousand gold."

"Were you expecting us to fail?" Ninja Bogart asked. "Honestly, we have been plotting to eliminate Professor Goma for awhile now!"

"You have?" Darlene asked.

"That's right, we have," Ninja Malika said. "And, if you hadn't asked us to do it tonight, we would have eliminated them anyway."

"Really?" Darlene asked. "What about Professor Wanta?"

"Hmph, that little nasty monster was on our target list, too!" Ninja Kaiser cried. "Right, Plata?"

"Yeah," Ninja Plata said. "He was on our target list for awhile." As they said such, a head bow had come their way.

"Thank you so much for eliminating those awful professors!" Yanglong cried. "Thanks to you two, I feel safe to go to class more often."

Toss.

= No problem, take care of yourselves, alright? = the thrown scroll said.

"You, too," Yanglong said. "Thanks again, you five. Goodbye." She waved as she said such.

Returning home, the chimera curled up in his bed, giggling. Once again, the misgender assassin successfully eliminated his target. Heading to the lecture hall the next morning, an announcement had been made. President saying that unfortunately, Professor Goma had passed away, and they'll be finding someone to replace them soon, the chimera could hardly contain himself. Yes, yes, that's right, he's gone now, tell everyone the evil has been eliminated!

Rest of the week going by rather smoothly, a replacement who had been much kinder and less backwards had soon been found. Lectures going by much more smoothly, the ninja could feel pride flow through him as he continued to eliminate targets as the days went on. Multiple other garbage movies screened and reviewed, he could feel one last high hit target at the top of his list. Hitting submit on his most recent film review, he soon created a zip folder on his laptop as he closed the lid.

Next target: Lion Doors production's head director.

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Okay, so, here's Ninja Assasin Siorc, drawn by me: One of the earlier drawings I made on mspaint. And, Here are the other two outfits described.

Next week is Danganronpa Siorc.

 

[Palamon]

Danganronpa: Chimera Killing School Life!

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"I am Siorc Ingne, Ultimate Florist, and hyena chimera. I

Didn't get into Hope's Peak Academy when
I tried transferring through a foreign exchange program. I
Don't know why, but they told me they do

Not allow chimera scum into their school
Or something. And, honestly,
That bums me out. A lot of chimeras have been trying to

Get in for years now, but none of us
Ever do. But, guess what. Guess what,
There's now a chimera's Hope's Peak. And,

I may be a third year, but after all this time, I got it!
Now, there's one little
Thing I'm nervous about,
Oral exams. Oh, I forgot to mention, I don't talk.

Hahaha, I don't talk, ever. For
One thing, my voice is
Pretty disgusting. So, I communicate through a holographic watch by projecting the words on a wall and
Err, rapid hand gestures. That's
Something I also do! I'm

Pretty sure I'm in the first class which is filled with chimeras from
Every country you can imagine!
Ah, me? I'm from Scotland, you
Know Europe? Hehehe, I got

A book in the mail of my
Classmates, and there's nine of us, including me,
And, weird quadruplets. Thirteen, huh? Unlucky number,
Doh! Oh, no, what if
Every one of us is forced into a killing game? Oh,
My, well, that's not going to happen,
You know? Silly me! That's

Just so silly, why would that happen?
Uh, of course not! That'd
Never happen, nope, let's
Keep this positive!
Of course, stay happy, everyone.

My start date? Well, I'm leaving in a day or two,
Yeah. At home, it's just

Me, and my sister, and
Uhuhu, I'll miss her
So. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have tried to
Enter Hopes Peak Academy.

My ultimate may not be worthy, but,
You know, now it is!

Get a load of that!
Oooh, but, I am still nervous.
Don't get me wrong, I
Doubt anything bad will happen, but
Eh! It's like
Somewhat possible, you know!
Somewhat possible, anyway. I intend to get

My fresh start a little late, but
You know what, now's my time to

Shine! I might be two years too late
And all that, but it's
Very much a better late than never!
I know that sounds pretty lame, but,
Oh, well! Now, it's my turn! I'll make those
Rotten humans regret not accepting my application!

They'll pay for that, they'll pay for that
Hard! Ah, hmm,
Eh? Nothing, nothing.
Yeah, nothing. I didn't

Say anything weird, okay?
Ahahaha, what? It's not like
I want revenge on Hope's Peak Academy or anything!
Don't paint it like that,

Come on, where did that
Horrible idea come from?
It's not true, okay? Got it? I'm going to a better school, you
Misconstrued all this, okay?
Everything here has been
Rather misconstrued!
Ah, well, anyway! That's neither here nor there,

So. If only my twin sister
Could see me now!
Uh, what happened to
My twin sister? Oh, uh, she? She's

In another continent right, now, yeah!
She, uh, she transferred to
Nother school, yeah! She's uh, uh,
The Ultimate Lion Tamer!

Ah, she uh, she went to a school that specializes in, um! Show bizz! Yeah! I
Literally haven't seen her in so
Long, I miss her.
Oh, uh,
What school did she go to again?
Err, I forgot the name, sorry!
Didn't recall it, oopsie.

Sorry, I am a little bit
Of a klutz.

I seem to trip over my memories all the time.

But, that's not important right now!
Upup--, uh, what's
Important right now is my
Life is finally going in
The right direction! I

Might finally be able to show the world my talent!
Yes, yes, I can finally show the world what I'm made

Of! That I'm actually
Worth something! After all, I had it--. Oh,
Nothing, nothing, oops.

Silly me, this projector is
Constantly glitching out,
Hehe. Whoopsie, whoopsie, what an
Oopsie! So, I am packing my bags today, and heading
Onto the train in a
Little over, hmm,

I'd like to say, the day after?
Now, I got to be ready early,
Since I--. Um! My student number is one after all! Yeah,
That's right, I'm the student in the first seat,
Ehehe. Right, of course, I gotta be
All prepped and such. So, I'm going a
Day early.

Hehe, so, so
Excited, like I'm
Hyper, super duper excited. My time

Has come to show my worth as an Ultimate and a hyena chimera!
Every emotion inside me is full of bubbles.
Happy little bubbles floating around. My debut as the Ultimate De--, Ultimate Florist begins now!"

It had been a rather bright and sunny morning over the skies of Scotland. There had not been a single cloud in the sky. Everything was completely normal. Totally, completely fine and dandy. Hunky dory, peachy keen. But, for one particular young adult hyena chimera the next couple of days would be the door to a brand new debut.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Slap.

Slapping down the button on the alarm block had been a short, feminine appearing person with dark purple hair that had went down to about the waist. Mismatched purple and green eyes like a bellflower, the floral pajamas had rips all over them for no one to see. Wide smirk appearing on the face, the person reached for a wristwatch that had soon been on top of the pitch black hyena wrist.

Suitcase out in the corner, the young adult let out a yawn. Today was the last day before he were to set off into the world. The person would finally get to go to that brand new academy the chimera had b--, cough, couch, that was built recently, Chimera's Hope Academy. After all these years of being rejected from Hope's Peak Academy, the debut as the Ultimate Florist would finally be realized in this world!

Knowing packing could wait until the evening, the young adult slipped on a small skirt after doing a momentary cleansing. Bright orange shirt with a sun beaming over a flower, the chimera headed out towards the garden. wolfing down a large piece of toast, the hyena woofed up a storm. Wow, too fast. Maybe it would be best to knock it down a peg for a bit.

"Morning, Siorc, good old brother of mine," a high pitched voice. "The garden will miss you after you leave. But, I'll take good care of it, prommy."

Pruning the weeds in the corner had been a short, approaching middle aged woman with long curly very light purple hair that went down to about her backside. Adorning a large striped red and white outfit with an egg pattern on the front and back, the chimera let out a sigh. Coiote seemed to still be at it with wanting to let the world know she wanted a child. He especially heard her talking about more in recent months while--. Cough, cough. While they went to the doctors office lately doing physicals before getting ready for the new school year! Totally. Dark, large freckles on her face just like his, her hands had been human at the moment.

Nowhere to project an image to, the young adult closed his eyes for a moment. Hyena paws reversing back to a human state, he soon waved. Pointing at the garden and hopping, he wondered if she would get what he was trying to convey. Eating a sigh, he stared at the sky. If only the projector on his watch worked in here, everything would be simpler.

"Did you forget to charge your watch last night?" Coiote asked. "Siorc, you know, I'm getting super old, and stuff! Gonna be thirty eight soon. I don't know what you youngins are dancing to. Could you write it down?" She rummaged through her pocket as she said such. "Here. Take it."

Shopping list let out in front of him, the chimera scribbled away. Words on the paper reading, I'll miss the garden, too, please keep it going for me while I'm gone, he headed off towards the rose garden. Sheers in his hands, he let out a tired sigh. Without him, his sister would most certainly forget to take care of it, he bet.

"You know it, don't worry, I'll take care of it, prommy," Coiote responded. She then changed course. "Also, where are your hairpins and earrings?"

Hair and ears bare, the hopeful student's cheeks turned pink in an instant. How could he forget the most important thing? He had been busy thinking about the k-- cough, cough, his new school that it slipped his mind! How terrible, how could he do this to himself? Dashing back off towards his room, he slipped on a matching golden rose set. Can't tend to the garden without a load of style, that's for sure!

Returning to the rose bushes, the chimera snipped the leaves away. His class would have thirteen students including him, all chimeras. That was an unlucky number, right? Oh, no! What if a killing game would unfold before his very eyes like at Hope's Peak Academy? If that happened, he wouldn't know what to do with himself! Would he be the first to die? He wasn't a talker, after all, easy target.

Roses accidentally plucked away, the hyena let out a scream. Ah, no! He didn't mean to do that. He had been so caught up in the ki-- cough, cough, in thinking about his new school, he let a precious little rose get away! How could he do something so silly? Focus, focus, this would be the last time he'd see this garden until graduation!

Continuing to prune away every unusual growth he could, the Ultimate Florist pulled out a student roaster list. Everything looked to rather normal. Just a bunch of chimera students shunned away from Hope's Peak Academy. Those Headmasters, honestly, how could they turn them away and call them chimera scum. He would get his re-- cough, cough, they had missed a perfect student such as himself! A missed opportunity!

Work of art finished, the young adult moved onwards to the next area. Freshly ripe cucumbers and other plants picked off the stem, the chimera wiped his brow. Hopefully, Chimera's Hope Academy would have a nice garden for him to tend to as well. If it didn't what a shame! But, he supposed he would be able to start a gardening club anyway. This was a brand new school after all, think of the possibilities!

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.

Early evening arriving faster than he could keep up with, the hyena made a run for it. Ah, look at the time, it was time to pack his things! After all, he had to leave tomorrow in order to se--. Cough, cough. He had to leave tomorrow because he's student one in Class A! Have to be there earlier than everyone else, after all! Of course, of course. That's how it should be!

"I'm going to make dinner now," Coiote asked. "What do you want for your last meal?"

Click, click.

(A nice juicy steak, please.) The projection on the wall said.

"Alrighty, coming up, I'll make you a nice steak!" Coiote cried. "I'll kill it good!" She giggled as she said such.

Returning to his room, the young adult rummaged through his drawers. Old school uniform glaring daggers at him, he rolled his eyes. Ah, why did he keep that ratty old disgusting boy's uniform? Disgusting. He'd never forgive his parents for--. Cough, cough. Who cares about them? They were long gone! And, those long days of suffocating are long over!

Dark green checkered dress with a pink flower in the center, and light olive green sleeves, the Ultimate Florist practically twirled the outfit around like a little kid. His uniform, it was so beautiful, so vibrant, so colorful. Unlike that disgusting middle school uniform. If he had gone straight to High School after graduating that infernal place, he bet that he would have to wear that hideous blazer again! But, no matter, this would be a new start!

Hairpins and earrings tucked away, the chimera let out a somber sigh. If only his twin sister could see him off right now. But, she went to the sch-- cough, cough, she was abroad as some show business school, living the dream as the Ultimate Lion Tamer! Haha, how was she doing right now? What was the name of the school she was going to again? Oh, no, he forgot! How could he let something so important slip his mind?

Everything packed away, the chimera brushed his hands together. That should do it. Was there anything he forgot? Gasping, he covered his mouth. Oh, he forgot his g--, extra rem-- cough, cough. His charger for his watch, right! How could he forget that? Silly him! He's such a forgetful little klutz, hehe. Silly him!

Whiffing up a juicy smell, the hopeful student practically floated off towards the kitchen. Coiote had made such a delicious steak as usual! How amazing. Was she an Ultimate Cook when she was in High School? Maybe not, maybe so. Come to think of it, he never asked about that, but oh, well! Not enough time to! Time's a ticking.

Greasy, dark brown slab of meat right in front of him, the young adult licked his lips. Wow, this meat looked so dead, how wonderful. Kind of like when? But, he shook his head. Oh, nothing! Haha, of course, this was a slaughtered cow on his plate, after all! Just a normal, juicy slab of meat!

"I might have let it simmer a little too long, I hope you don't mind!" Coiote exclaimed. "Maybe I killed it too dead, hehe!"

Click, click, click.

(No, it's perfectly well done, Ultimate Cook.) The projection on the wall said.

"Aww, you flatter me, brother, but I'm not the Ultimate Cook," Coiote responded, giggling. "Hehe, you know, back in my day there wasn't any Ultimates yet!" She then sat herself on the opposite corner. "Now, let's eat!"

Munch, munch, munch.

Thick juices soaking through his teeth, the chimera almost let himself strip in his mind. Ah, the tenderness, the gravy, mwah, mwah, the mushrooms, the super thick sauce, wonderful, beautiful. This is the deadest steak he's had in his entire life. Did she use new seasoning? She would definitely be the Ultimate Chef if she were his twin rather than his other sister. But, oh well! That's not how the egg went into the basket eighteen years ago.

Click, click, click.

(Did you use new seasoning? This is so good!) The projection on the wall said.

"Oh, you noticed? Yes, I did!" Coiote cried. "It's called blood juice. Bought it at the supermarket last night!"

Hearing the words blood juice, the young adult let out a giggle. Haha, blood juice, what a silly name! So red, and squishy, how funny. How he would miss his sister's outdated and cringy humor. But, he had a life to live out here! He was this close to his dream of showing the world what the Ultimate De--, cough, cough Ultimate Florist looked like after all!

Watching a funny battle royale show on television, the hopeful student's eyes were practically glued to the boob tube. Students, killing each other on live television for everyone to see, how could someone put people against one another like that? How awful! He hoped something like that wouldn't happen at this new school! It would be such a shame if it did!

Letting out a yawn, the chimera curled up underneath his covers. Tomorrow would be a long day ahead of him, better get to sleep! Letting out some zzes, he put on a little smile. Tomorrow, the k--, cough, cough, he could show the world he was the Ultimate Florist! Twin, wait for him, he would soon be able to be with all the elite chimeras out there, just like her.

Peep, peep, peep.

Waking up the next dawn, the young adult stretched. Good morning, Ultimate Florist, it was time to start a brand new day! The train ride over to Chimera's Hope Academy would be a long one after all. Gotta prepare himself for the super long day ahead. Dark green uniform on, the hopeful student slapped on pink flower hairpins and earrings.

Suitcase dragging behind him, the Ultimate Florist slapped the watch onto his wrist. But, he could feel a small wave of unease flow through him. Oh, no, what if the school wouldn't let him use it? That would be terrible! But, he shook his head. No, of course not, he had arranged it so that would not be the case. Right! Sister waiting for him by the door, he clicked away.

(You ready to go?) The projection on the wall asked.

"Yup," Coiote said. "Let's get going, bro."

Sister revving up the engine, the hyena hummed a little tune. Finally, after all this time, the day had finally come. He'd make Hope's Peak Academy p-- cough, cough, he'd make Hope's Peak Academy feel sorry for missing out on a perfect student such as himself! They missed an opportunity for greatness! Perfectly understandable. Maybe he was too good for this school! He'll show them, he'll show everyone that he can make a better k--, cough, cough, that this brand new school was the most elite of them all!

Reaching the train station after what felt like the blink of an eye, the hyena was ready to set off on a grand new adventure. Chimera's Hope Academy, he could hardly believe it. after three years of missing out on his high school experience, it was finally time! The other chimeras were about to have the time of their lives, too, that's for sure.

Click, click, click, click.

(I'll see you during break, Coiote, don't kill the garden while I'm gone!) The projection on the car door said.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll try my best to not to!" Coiote cried. She then curled her fingers, bellowing a whisper. "And, don't worry, everything's been arranged, okay?" She then let out a giggle. "Have fun, Ultimate Florist!"

Choo, choo, choo, choo.

Train roaring up a storm, the young adult giggled. Hehe, his sister was so silly. Everything been arranged? What was arranged, exactly? The k--, cough, cough, oh, silly him, he's so clumsy, tripping on his memories like that! She just meant she arranged with the teacher to let him use his watch, that's all!

Soon finding himself at the entrance of Chimera's Hope Academy, the chimera practically sprinted towards the door. A new school, a new life, a new world of ultimates! What a wonderful day it was today! Hehe, after three long years, he was finally the Ultimate De--, cough, cough, the Ultimate Florist! Here goes nothing!

Huh?

His head, why did it hurt so much of all a sudden?

Ah, no, this was-- pa-- -f, --- ---- ---- -----.

Darkness.

Waking up again, the chimera rubbed his eyes. Huh, where was he? Finding himself in a classroom, he rubbed his eyes. Why did everything feel so fuzzy, was this a dream? Maybe he was still asleep? Observing the area around him, there were more questions than answers. Destroyed blackboard laid out in front of him, he scratched his head. Did his sis--, cough, cough. Huh, why was everything in this room looking so disheveled? That's weird! Did the teachers abandon this room?

Hearing voices off in the distance, the hopeful student strutted off towards the racket. Oh, the other vi-- cough, cough, students were here already? Man, how long was he out for? Darn, he was supposed to talk to the teachers a day early! How could he let himself get dizzy like that? Silly him.

Spotting twelve other students in the gym with confused looks on their faces, the hopeful student put on his own bewildered look. Ah, look at all these vi--, cough, cough. Huh? How strange, everyone else was here already? He could have sworn it would take everyone a few days to get here! Guess not.

"Did anyone else feel dizzy when approaching the gate?" a blonde girl with lynx ears asked.

"You did, too?" A girl with magenta hair asked.

"Same, that was like, super weird, am I right?" a badger girl in the corner asked.

Gazing at everyone, the chimera's hands twitched over his watch. Ah, so everyone was here already, huh? P--- a----, cough, cough. Maybe he should introduce himself and have everyone say what their Ultimates were? Like in--? Cough, cough. Right, they all felt dizzy and found themselves in this destroyed place! Wouldn't it be common courtesy to learn everyone's names and Ultimates? Of course.

Click, click, click.

(Don't you all find it strange that we all have the same story?) The projection on the wall asked. Click, click, click. (Let's find out what happened together. I'm Siorc Ingne, The Ultimate Florist. What about you guys? Could you all tell me your names and Ultimates?)

"Haah, you what?" a redhead asked. "You expect us to do that?"

Click, click, click.

(If we know each other's names, maybe we can get to the bottom of this together!) The projection on the wall exclaimed.

"Fine, whatever, I'll start, then," a tenor voice groaned. "Name's Garran Frama. Ultimate Heavy Metal Guitarist."

Standing in the corner with their hands in their pockets had been a short, dark skinned masculine appearing individual with a bright red spiky mohawk and pitch black eyes with tiny white pupils. Seeing such, the chimera placed his hands on his chin. Ah, so they were a frog chimera, huh? Wouldn't it be very difficult to play the guitar with slimy suctioned hands? Ah, well, not his problem. Pitch black clothing with spiky edges, he nervously scratched his head. Ah, this guy looks like they could smack someone hard with a guitar. Ah, no, what was he thinking? Silly him.

"I'm Qiulong Jinzi," a small, nervous voice asked. "Ultimate Pink Rattan Weaver."

Shaking with her hands on her sides had been a short young woman with panda ears on the top of her head. Rosy skin, she had shiny pink hair that went down to about her shoulders. Bright pink lacy outfit and skirt beneath her, there was absolutely no other color visible on her person at all whatsoever in any shape or form.

"Well, I guess, I'm Xena Pictiur, you can call me that, or whatever," an annoyed voice forced out. "Ultimate Norse Mythology Historian."

Standing in the corner with her head hung low had been a short young woman with bright blonde hair pulled into low heart shaped buns. Bright pink headband upon her, her sideburns had been dyed a dark shade of purple. Old style fuchsia dress that looked like it had been ripped straight out of the alleged Norse Mythology time period, he crossed his arms across his waist. What a weird ultimate.

"I don't see why we have to introduce ourselves, but fine, I guess. I'm Cordon Piosa, lizard chimera," the young girl said, sighing. "Ultimate Martial Artist."

Rolling her eyes in the corner had been a short, tan woman with light brown hair pulled into rather spiky ponytails. Bright purple dress with cross stitches in the center, the young adult did a double take. Hold on, she was the Ultimate Martial Artist? She sure? She looks more like the ultimate brownie baker, or something. Dark purple yam brownies in her hands, on the top of her head had been a lopsided headband.

"What's the point of introducing ourselves?! You know what, whatever, I'm Aigre Bulles, this is so stupid," the redhead groaned. "Ultimate Mermaid."

Seated on the ground looking ready to gasp for air had been a tall young woman with dull magenta hair pulled into a high ponytail. Eyes matching her locks exactly, she adorned a rather skin tight outfit. Little tail cover thrown off in the corner, her legs and feet had been complete barren. Turning away, the chimera's face grew hot. Woah, was this allowed? Shouldn't she, he doesn't know, at least wear socks, or something?

"You all sure seem uneager, huh? Well, I'm Sani Kawu," a bass voice said. "Ultimate Scientist."

Spinning his bowtie in the middle of the room had been a rather tall dark skinned man with jackal ears on the top of his head. Short, messy dark blue hair with loose strands going to about his chest, on him had been a bright white lab coat blinding enough to ruin everyone's eyes around them. Could this man have worn a black one instead? No? Whatever.

"Yawn, can we just get this over with?" a tired voice asked. "Satine Piosa, Ultimate Insomniac."

Yawning her head off in the corner had been a short badger woman with a pure white face that had pitch black patches covering her barely visible eyes. Light brown hair pulled back into a high ponytail, she had a cream nightgown with the words I Love Sleep printed on them. Shaking his head, he mumbled. Insomniac, huh? She'd be the fi--, cough, cough. Man, she must be a super hard worker pulling all nighters all the time!

"Mmm, not going to lie, this is pretty dumb," the other redhead groaned. "Whatever, whatever, I'm Toki Pictiur. Ultimate Rabbit Breeder."

Stroking a rabbit plushie had been a short, androgynous looking individual with crimson hair pulled into a medium ponytail. Ribbon holding it together, they had a rather olden looking teal sweater that barely fit them. Little rabbit chain on the side of their belt, the chimera sighed. A gentle soul, he would be the f--, cough, cough. It was so rare to see people who cared so deeply for rabbits, how cute!

"Mimi Meresa," a robotic voice said. "Ultimate Quadruplet."

"Mumu Meresa," a robotic voice said. "Ultimate Quadruplet."

"Meme Meresa," a robotic voice said. "Ultimate Quadruplet."

"Momo Meresa," a robotic voice said. "Ultimate Quadruplet."

Robotically reciting their ultimates in the corner had been a group of four nearly identical girls with one off piece to tell them apart. First girl having a golden streak in her messy knee length hair, the girl next to her had a cyan streak, third adorning a bright red one, the last girl had a teal one. Everything else too close to tell apart, the chimera shrugged. Was there a secret hidden fourteenth student somewhere who made robots, or something? Ah, no, silly him! Maybe they just had trouble conveying emotion.

Upupupupu.

"Did you hear that?!" Garran asked.

"Hear what?" Qiulong asked.

"A laugh!" Garran cried. "Someone laughed!"

"You must be hearing things, dude," Xena said, shaking her head.

"Totally," Cordon cried.

"Nope, I heard it, too!" Aigre cried.

"Oh, goodness, same," Sani cried.

"Upupupu?!" Satine cried. "Oh, no!"

"Oh, no, indeed," Toki cried.

"Flower," Mimi said.

"Over there, little flower," Mumu said, printing.

"Black and white," Meme added.

"Smirking," Momo added.

Boom.

Standing by the podium had been a small black and white stuffed animal, excuse him, stuffed flower with a bright red spiky eye and weirdly stitched mouth that only appeared on the black side. Huh, where did the other half go? He thought he told hi--, cough, cough. Woah, wait a second, did that stuffed animal just talk? No, way!

"Thanks for ruining my grand entrance, stupid quadruplets!" A voice cried. "How dare you, how dare you, how dare you!"

"Who the heck are you, huh?!" Aigre cried. "You'd better explain yourself!" She then gulped. "Hold on, did that flower stuffed animal just talk?!"

"Upupupu! Why, of course!" the flower stuffed animal cried. "I'm your Headmaster, Monohana!" They then did a little bow. "Welcome to the Chimera Killing School Life! You thirteen will be--!" But such had been interrupted with a gag.

"What did you just say?!" Cordon cried, twisting the stuffed animal tighter. "You'd better repeat that."

"No roughhousing the Headmaster!" the flower stuffed animal cried. "It's as I've said. You thirteen will be playing a killing game! Want to get out of this place? You gotta kill to survive!" But, such had been met with screams and chatter.

"Kill?!" Qiulong cried. "No way! We won't play your sick little game!"

"Ugh, did no one remember what happened at Hope's Peak Academy?!" Garran cried. "Why are we playing this game? I ain't killing nobody!"

"Me neither, I refuse!" Xena cried.

"Same here!" Aigre shouted.

"Oh, my, now, this is such a ugly little thing," Sani said.

"Say sike right now!" Satine cried.

"I'm too young to die, I'm too young to die!" Toki cried. "I don't want to kill either!"

"Ah," Mimi said.

"A killing game," Mumu said.

"How unexpected," Meme said.

"Weird," Momo said. But, such had been shouted back at.

"Upupupu, and who said any of you had a choice, hmm?" Monohana asked. "If no one is killed in forty eight hours, the bombs strapped to your necks will go boom!"

"What? did you say?!" Garran cried. "What did you do to us?!"

"Look and the mirror, and then you'll see!" Monohana cried.

Reflection looking back at him, the hopeful student's eyes opened wide. Did his t--, cough, cough. Huh, when did this collar get on his neck?! It was so tight! Ow. Who did this to them, and why? But, no, he would not resort to killing! That scientist, Sani, surely, he knew how to defuse these bombs! He wasn't about to play this little flower's games!

Click, click, click.

(We won't play this game, puppet! Sani will find a way to get rid of these bombs!) The projection on the wall screamed.

"Upupupu, we'll see about that!" Monohana cried. "Enjoy your last forty eight hours, then! Unless you kill someone then, upupupu, the rest of you will get to live, maybe!" As they said such, they cackled. "Tootaloo!"

Weird flower creature disappearing, everyone screamed one after another. Ah, this was really happening, wasn't it? A killing game. Per----, per----, ---------- -s ----- --------- -o ----. No! How could this be happening to him? Did someone watch Junko Enoshima and decide to play her sick game? How horrible!

"Don't worry guys, I'll find a way to get rid of these bombs!" Sani cried. "I'm pretty good at wires, and stuff."

"But, we need a plan and a place to do it," Garran said, hand on his chin. "Why don't we all split up into groups of two and find out what kind of places this school has? Assuming most of them aren't destroyed."

"Sounds like a plan," Qiulong said. She then turned towards Siorc. "Say, florist boy, why don't you decide?"

Click, click, click.

(Why me?) The projection on the wall asked.

"I don't know, you just seem like the leader type!" Qiulong cried.

Hearing such, the chimera almost wanted to hold back a laugh. Him, the leader type? How silly, he wasn't the leader type! After all he was the Ultimate De--, cough, cough, Ultimate Florist! He was a mere background character. But, if they saw him as the leader, so be it, he may as well assign people into groups.

Click, click, click.

(Alright, Garran, you come with me, Cordon and Satine can go together. Qiulong and Xena, you two seem like you might be able to be quick on your feet, so you two go in a pair. Aigre and Sani, and, Toki and Momo, you can head upstairs, and I guess the rest of the triplets can go to the bottom floor.) The projection on the wall said. (When we're done, meet us back in the gym.)

"Fine," Cordon said. "We'll tell you our findings!" As she said such, she dashed away.

Everyone going their separate ways, the hyena rubbed his furry hands together. Ah, yes, yes, this student, he'll do, he can--. Cough, cough. Man, this guy, Garran, he seemed like he might know a thing or two about music, huh? The two of them were the exact opposite of one another, weren't they? He was probably a screamer, for sure.

Finding a large auditorium shortly after, the chimera placed his hands on his chin. How interesting, this little hall looked big enough to host concerts. Maybe they could? Ah, yes, that could work. Taking out a piece of paper, he scribbled up a map. That should do it. How many other rooms were in this school.

"This auditorium looks like it could hold an entire classroom," Garran cried. "Makes me want to jam out!"

Returning to the gymnasium, at least twelve rooms had been spoken about. Multiple floors reported to be locked up, the hyena sighed. Ah, how tiresome, some places were inaccessible. But, why? What was the headmaster planning? Had his t--? Oh, nothing. Whoever this flower headmaster was, they were playing a sick and twisted game!


"So, what now?" Toki asked. "Where do we go from here?"

Click, click, click, click.

(How about the day after tomorrow in the morning, Garran holds a concert in the auditorium while Sani tries to remove our explosive collars?) The Projection on wall asked.

"Hmm, sure, I guess," Qiulong said, shrugging.

"I?!" Garran stuttered. "Well, if you want to see how great I am at guitar, sure!"

"Eh, fine with me, I don't care," Xena said, why not?

"Cool, I guess, I'll go," Cordon said, shrugging.

"Hmph, fine!" Aigre shouted. "I'll think about it!"

"Oh, dear, you thinking that high voltage in the air or something will disrupt the collars?" Sani asked. "Okay, well, I guess I'll take you up on that."

"No objections," Satine said.

"Same here," Toki said. "Please play a bunny song, okay?"

"No contest," the four quadruplets said in unison.

Everyone splitting off on their own way, someone soon tugged onto his sleeve. Guitarist asking to hang out with him, the chimera shrugged. Eh, sure, why not? The best way to learn about your v--, cough, cough, the best way to come to understand the other students was to hang out with them, right? That was a good idea. Walking around the school together, the party of two soon stopped by a fountain.

"You know, kinda weird someone as quiet as you is the leader type," Garran said. "What's your secret?"

Question coming his way, the chimera broke into a sweat. Huh, what was his secret? What did they mean by that? What should he say? He wasn't the leader type at all! He was usually the one on the sidelines. But, maybe this situation changed something in him, who knows? Click, click, click.

(I don't know, maybe it's because I took the intuitive to get everyone to introduce themselves.) The projection on the wall said.

"Hmm, you could be right!" Garran cried. "Where do you want to go next?"

Click, click, click.

(You lead the way.) The projection on the wall said.

"Sure, leave it to me," Garran responded.

Finding dorm rooms off in the distance, the hopeful student could see a door with a pixel art picture of him. Seeing such, sweat dropped down his neck. What a crude drawing of him. Did that headmaster draw that? It looks so crude. Well, oh well, that's how things crumbled sometimes, he supposed.

Hours of hanging out eventually coming to an end, the hyena flopped onto his bed. Dumb little flower headmaster flopping on in to disturb him, a lock had been removed from his door. Seeing such, he rolled his eyes. Why did they have to go and do that for, huh? Little plant stuffed animal crying only the girls get locks on their shower doors, he wanted to strangle this little thing. Excuse him, he's not a guy, but he supposed he wasn't the opposite, either. Whatever.

Waking up the next morning, a full out argument had broken out in the cafeteria. Multiple people screaming at one another, the young adult covered his mouth. Ah, ex--------, -t --- -----, --- ---- --- ----- --t- -----, cough, cough. Oh, no, why was everyone fighting? What was going on here? Yesterday, everyone was getting along so well! Where did all this hostility come from?

"Why did the quadruplets swap rooms? Who said you could do that?!" Qiulong cried.

"Scared," Momo said.

"Afraid someone might kill us," Meme cried.

"Someone looked at us funny," Mimi cried.

"Really funny," Mumu cried. "So, swapped rooms."

"Ugh, I didn't look at you funny!" Aigre cried. "Stop perpetrating that lie!"

"Did," Mumu cried. "So did Xena over there."


"I didn't!" Xena cried. "You four are so annoying, and so robotic, but I wasn't looking at you funny!"

"Hey, uh, guys, could we please get along?" Garran cried.

"How dare you," Cordon said. "That guy over with the bunnies was sniffing me last night when they claimed they wanted to hang out!"

"He sniffed me, too!" Aigre cried. "Creep!"

"I'm not a guy, and I didn't do that!" Toki cried. "That's all a misunderstanding, I swear!"

"You so did!" Satine did. "You sniffed our hair, our clothes, weirdo!"

"Everyone, can we please calm down?" Sani asked. "This is all a misunderstanding."

"I'm not going to get all buddy buddy with freaky sniffer over here!" Aigre cried. "Everyone, let's sit as far away from freakazoid as possible!"

"Here ye, here ye!" Satine cried.

Girls all sitting on the opposite end of the cafeteria, the young adult bit into the school slop. He did not know why, but this accusation was kind of strange. Why would this meek little rabbit person do that? But, he could soon see something weird underneath the table. Hmm, this person had a snake tail, how very interesting.

Rest of the day everyone grouping up into pairs hanging out with one another, the chimera watched everyone from afar. Rabbit breeder guy sniffing girl's hair as accused, the young adult watched as everyone avoided them like the plague. Shaking his head, he could not help but feel that would not end well at all.

Day of the concert.

Auditorium all ramped up and ready to go, something quite horrible had been discovered before the songs had begun. Neck collars unable to be removed, the hyena's knees buckled. Oh, no, was everyone going to die? They all agreed to not kill anyone! Maybe he should p--, cough, cough. Well, it's been a nice forty eight hours here, he guessed. Goodbye world.

Everyone sitting away from Toki, the word pervert had been repeated on loop. Everyone stay away from Toki the pervert, and many other nasty tidings said, the redhead's face grew dark. Garran slamming down on the microphone, everyone looked towards the noise. Screams front and center, an electric guitar had soon been plugged in.

"Are you all ready to make some noise?!" Garran cried.

"Let's blow this joint!" Cordon cried.

Mystical tunes playing for hours on end, the hyena turned towards the back row. Girls throwing gum at Toki, the chimera shook his head. How cruel. Was this really a good punishment? But, he shrugged. Not like he was going to do anything about it. Why should he? That was a waste of his time.

"Man, I'm parched, intermission," Garran cried. "Let's come back in thirty, kay?"

Everyone exiting the auditorium, the young adult strutted off towards the fountain. Thirty minutes going by in a flash, something was not right when he returned. Everyone except two people missing, the chimera couldn't help but get a bad feeling. Oh, no, something happened didn't it?

"Almost all of the girls are missing," Sani said. "We have to look for them!"

"Missing?!" Toki said. "You sure?"

"Well, everyone except for the quadruplets," Sani said. "They're kind of weird."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Loud scream coming from the cafeteria, the Ultimate Florist had begun running. That noise, something happened, didn't it? But, what he had seen upon reaching the eatery had been something he not expected. Ceiling span spinning slowly, a body had been attached to it, rotating like mad. Quadruplets turning down the power, he could the blonde lynx girl soon screamed again.

"Agire is dead!" Xena cried. But, such had been met with further screams.

"Xena, your hands!" Momo cried. "They're covered in blood!"

"I, I-," Xena cried.

Qiulong unconscious in the corner, the hyena's knees buckles. Was Qiulong dead, too? But, he shook his head, surely, no! Why would that be the case here? That couldn't have been more wrong! Sani and Toki running towards the cafeteria as well, they let out a scream.

"Aigre!" Sani cried. "Who did this?!"

"What?!" Toki cried. "Someone k-k-killed?!"

"Shut up, perv!" Xena cried in a weak voice.

Ding, ding, ding, ding!

"A body has been discovered, I repeat, a body has been discovered!" Monohana cried. "You have twenty minutes to investigate, and then it's time for a class trial."

"Are you kidding me?!" Xena cried. "Some of us went missing somewhere, you know!"

"Hehe, you mean Cordon and Satine? Hehe, they're in the weights room tied up!" Monohana cried.

"What?!" Xena cried. "We have to grab them!"

Running to the gym, the hopeful student could hardly believe his eyes, Cordon and Satine tied together with blindfolds attached, the chimera could feel the color fade away. Ah, this really happened, didn't it? Who did this? Who could the killer have been? He didn't anticipate this. Hearing spiky boots come running, shouts had soon added themselves to the mix.

"What do you mean a body has been discovered?!" Garran cried, what happened?!"

"Aigre," Meme cried.

"On the ceiling fan," Mumu said.

"Spin, spin," Mimi cried.

"Ugh, everyone, investigate the murder scene!" Garran cried. He then turned towards three of the four quadruplets. "Say, you three, why are your hands dirty?"

But, no answer had come. Observing his surroundings in silence, the hyena scribbled everything down. victim, Aigre Bulles, strangled to death by a ceiling fan in the cafeteria. Neck shows extreme signs of being fractured before being tied onto the apparatus. Writing down all the possible culprits and suspects, multiple other people had added their own observations to the mix.

Timer ticking down, the hyena strutted to the gym all by himself. Cordon and Satine, did someone intend to kill them, too? Qiulong coming to after some time, the chimera wrote down everything he could as the timer moved off towards zero. Returning to the scene of the crime one last time, there was something quite unusual he couldn't help but find on the deceased body. Skin, how strange. Peeling it off while no one was looking, he place the incriminating evidence into a small casket. How interesting. Will everyone be able to figure out who the killer is?

"Times up!" Monohana cried. "It's time for the class trial!"

Finding himself in a small courtroom, with everyone's pictures on chairs, the hyena blinked. Ah, he sees, this was exactly like the Hope's Peak Academy Killing game. Wond--, cough, cough. Horrible, horrible, how awful. What if no one was able to find the killer? They'd all die, oh no, how terrible! Flower stuffed animal sitting on the podium, he soon announced himself.

"Welcome, students to your first class trial where--!" Monohana started to say, but he was soon interrupted.

"Oh, my god, we know!" Xena cried. "We all have to find the killer, and if we are able to correctly guess who it is, only the killer dies! But, if guess wrong, and the killer gets away with it, we all die! We all know how it went in Killing School Life! So, start the stupid trial already!"

"Sheesh, you didn't even let me finish!" Monohana cried. "But, you know the drill, without further ado, then!" They then pointed at Aigre's crossed out picture. "Aigre, the Ultimate Mermaid! Cause of death strangulation! Body found attached to a ceiling fan! Which of you guys do you think dunnit?"

"Well, I think it was one of the quadruplets personally!" Garran cried. "Their hands all were dirty and covered in mermaid slime!"

"Huh?" Mumu asked.


"We didn't kill her!" Momo cried.

"Monohana, only one person can kill, right?" Mimi asked.


"Therefore, it couldn't have been us!" Meme cried.

"If more than one person kills someone, then only the first person who initiated the murder counts!" Monohana cried.

"Are you kiddin' me right now?!" Toki cried. "You dumb, or somehin'?" They then pointed at Garran. "Garran probs did it! I mean, he knows a thing or two 'bout electricity!"

"Excuse me?! How could I have done it?" Garran cried. "I was with my guitar the entire time!"

"That's right perv!" Xena cried. "Garran couldn't have done it!"

"Xena, your hands were covered in blood!" Qiulong cried. "Care to explain that? That's looking awfully suspicious!"

"What?! Why would I have been the one to kill her?!" Xena cried. "I couldn't have possibly! Someone went after me, too! And they cut my hands!"

"Really?!" Qiulong cried. "And, how can you prove that?"

But, silence soon followed. Everyone staring at Xena, the hyena folded his hands on the table. Oh, they were all going to paint the lynx as the murderer weren't they? Yawn, how boring. Should he refute this point? It would be so b--, cough, cough, no! It couldn't have been her, after all, mermaid blood was green and slimy! Should he refute that? Nah, he'll let everyone else figure it out for themselves.

"No, that's wrong!" Satine cried. "It couldn't have been Xena!"

"Oh, and what makes you say that?" Qiulong asked. "Care to explain?"

"It couldn't have been Xena, because according to the evidence file, the blood on her hand was red! And mermaids like Aigre have slimy green blood!"

"See? So, it couldn't have been me!" Xena cried. But, now, I have a question!"

"Oh? Do you now?" Sani asked. "Pray tell."

"Cordon, Satine, were you able to make out who tied you up?" Xena asked.

"No, but, they had a high pitched voice," Satine said, hand on her chin. "But, I know the person who tied us up is the same chimera who killed Aigre!"

High pitched voice mentioned, the young adult almost broke out into a whistle. Hmm, a high pitched voice, so no one would accuse him of anything, that's good. Eyes soon turning to him, the chimera gulped. Ah, they were going to send accusations his way, weren't they? How tiresome, he was ready to defend if he had to.

"You know, Siorc, you're sweating a lot!" Xena cried. "Almost like you're guilty! What are those scales on your hands?"

Hearing such, the early adult clicked up a storm. Huh, scales on his hands? That's what they were fixated on? But, mermaids didn't have scales. Should he mention that? Maybe he should, but before he could even get one projection in, someone had pointed his way with a loud scream strong enough to shake amounts.

"No, that's wrong!" Garran cried. "Siorc couldn't have done it! He's mute!"

"Hmm, you do make a good point, no one has ever heard what he sounds like," Xena said, hands on her chin. "But that doesn't mean he's innocent! What are those scales on his hands?"

Everyone arguing amongst one another for awhile, no one had come to a conclusion for minutes on end. But, as the fights had broken out, one point had been repeated over and over, Toki's clothes had been wet. Hearing such, a random and stupid excuse had been laid out in the open that almost no one believed.

"I slipped in the bathroom!" Toki cried. "I didn't do nothin'!"

"No, that's wrong!" Sani cried. "No one went to the bathroom during intermission!"

"Huh, you're right," Qiulong did. "Hold on a second, Toki, are you putting on a fake voice?"

"What are ya talkin' bout?" Toki asked. "I ain't doin' none of that! My voice is deep, baritone!"

Everyone gazing at the redhead, the hyena folded his hands together once more. Would you look at that? Everyone finally came to the conclusion. Shall he add one final piece of evidence to the mix? Click, click, click, click. Yes, yes, perhaps he should. He wasn't planning on participating much in the class trial, but whatever, here goes.

(I can prove without a doubt that Toki is the culprit here, everyone look at this.) The projection on the wall said.

Click.

"Huh?! Snake skin?!" Qiulong cried. "Wait, that's weird, there's no snake chimera here, is there?"

Click, click, click.

(Everyone, look beneath the table!) The projector on the wall said.

Gasp.

"Toki's got a snake tail!" Xena cried.


"What?!" Qiulong cried.

"You mean?" Mumu asked.

"They were?" Meme asked.

"Transformed?" Mimi asked.

Everyone glaring at Toki, the chimera hid a smirk behind his palm. Yes, yes, that's right, they found it the culprit! Isn't it wonderful? Color in his face disappearing, they soon slithered on top of the table hopping up and down. Seeing such, he slapped a palm across his forehead. The guilty were always the loudest and most annoying, weren't they?

"Yer a bunchamorons!" Toki cried. "I ain't the one who did it none! It was Xena, she's a snake, too!"

"I am not!" Xena cried. "Shut up! Just because your mother and my mother are cousins doesn't mean I'm like you!"

"Idiots, idiots, idiots, all of you!" Toki cried. "The quadruplets are snakes, they did it!"

"Nope," Mumu said.

"We cat dolls," Meme said.

"Meow," Momo said.

"Give it up," Garran said. "You're guilty, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaH." Toki screamed.

"That monster, she! She called me a pervert, that stupid mermaid, she told everyone to stay away from me! How couldn't I kill that monster, huh? I just thought her hair smelled nice and I wanted to get a whiff, but no! She had to label me a freak! I ain't no freak! What healthy eighteen year old doesn't want to smell a gal's hair? To that I say, no normal person wouldn't! So, yeah, I killed her, so what? She deserved it!"

"Pervert, you sick pervert!" Xena cried. "I hope you die!"

Everyone glaring at the culprit, the chimera rolled his eyes. Wow, the guilty sure had a lot to say, didn't they? How pitiful. It was always like this, though, wasn't it? The most likely person who was the one to have done it always had the most to say. Everyone without a doubt voting for Toki, the flower let out a cheer.

"It's punishment tiiiiiiiiiiiiime!" Monohana cried.

"No, please! She had it coming!" Toki cried. "Let me live!"

"Nope, let's go!" Monohana cried.

Toki Pictiur has been found guilty.

Time for the punishment!

Bunny Meal.

Redhead in the a pet store setting, the young breeder was sweating. Thousands upon thousands of bunnies nibbles on his ears, face and eventually everything else, the young adult could hardly believe his eyes. Huh, what a strange punishment. Little fluffy mammals munching on them like the leaves outside, soon nothing remained.

Flower plushie saying they felt bad for the poor fella, they had soon been held into a chokehold once again. Little plushie crying if they do that again, they'll be the next to go, everyone returned to their rooms. Closing the door behind him, the young adult plopped himself in the bathroom.

Letting out a laugh, the hopeful student placed his hands over his face. Wonderful, wonderful, the first class trial had soon come to an end, what a great spectacle! Cough, cough. Huh, what? No, what a terrible show! He needed to get out of this terrible school as soon as possible! But, how? How could he ever hope to leave this place? Sighing, he smirked as he stared at the wall.

His Killing School Life was just beginning.

How won--. Cough, cough. Terrible.

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It should be pretty obvious who the mastermind is. Anyway, I don't have a digital reference, so here's Danganronpa Siorc, I guess!

Next week is phantom thief Siorc, oh boy.