Hiya! I just completed TWEWY, and decided I was gonna write a fanfiction for it. So, here it is. Anyway, the title may be changing at some point and if I get any details wrong please tell me, because although I've completed the game I haven't collected all the reports yet so there might be something I miss.

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Minamimoto pulled himself out from his pile of rubbish. For a mathematical genius such as him, it had been easy as pi to arrange the stack around himself to look like it had crushed him. Neku and his idiot friends had passed by, and instantly jumped to the conclusion that he was dead. It had worked perfectly. Except for one small factor. They had taken his hat.

"Stupid zetta morons!" He screamed. "What kind of freak takes hats off dead bodies?" He needed that hat, for more reasons than one. No matter. His plan was foolproof. Neku, Beat and Shiki would take on the Composer. Either the Composer would erase them, or they would erase the Composer. It didn't really matter who won. The survivor of the fight would be severely weakened, whilst Minamimoto was at the height of his powers. It would be no contest. He was in no doubt that by the end of the day he would be the Composer, and have his hat back too.

"Game on," he said out loud, and followed Neku and his friends down the tunnel.

Joshua turned to the door, still holding the gun he had used to shoot Neku.

"Come on in, Minamimoto. It must be boring, standing out there on your own." Minamimoto grinned sharkishly and entered the room.

"So you managed to erase the factors then?" He asked. Joshua smiled.

"Erase them? No. I just sent them back to the RG." Minamimoto stared at him.

"Why would you do that?" He asked incredulously. "And anyway, where is my hat?" Joshua shrugged.

"I sent them back because I decided that was the best course of action. As to your hat, I have no idea as to its whereabouts. I assume Neku took it back with him to the RG, if Neku was the one who had taken it. Why, is it important to you?" He asked slyly, twisting a strand of hair round his finger. He knew full well how important the hat was.

"Not important enough that I can't erase you without it! You're out of your vector here and you know it!" Without warning, he summoned five taboo noise and leapt backwards out of the way. Joshua reacted instantly, punching numbers into his phone to drop objects on the noise. Nothing happened.

"Come on," he muttered, dodging a kick from the kangaroo noise, only to be pinched in the ankle by a crab noise. "Why aren't you working?" Then he realised. Everyone in the UG needed a partner to fight noise. Neku had been his partner, but Neku was now in the RG. Joshua had no partner.

He would just have to use his gun, but he only had so much ammunition. Was there enough? He fell backwards as a wolf noise slammed into him, knocking him flying. He raised the gun and fired at the wolf noise, managing to hit it in the shoulder. It whipped round, snarling as Joshua picked himself up. He fired again and again, and watched as it dissolved into nothingness. So at least guns could erase noise. Something hit him in the head and he fell to the floor, twisting around and firing at the dark shape. It was hopeless. The crab noise spun towards him, slamming into his leg. He fired at it, but it blocked the bullet with its rock solid claw.

"So zetta slow!" Minamimoto mocked. A frog noise leapt onto Joshua's shoulder and bounced off, pushing him backwards. Joshua shot it twice and it disappeared. He stepped back wearily. Fighting the noise without a partner was hard. He stood no chance. If he could have unleashed his noise form, he would have made short work of the taboo noise, but as a human his powers were limited. This was not going well, but at least he had managed to erase two of the noise. He dodged a spray of bubbles sent out by another frog noise and fired at the kangaroo noise. It leapt up into the air, dodging the bullets. Minamimoto was watching with satisfaction. Joshua glared at him and fired a couple of bullets in his direction. Minamimoto dodged them easily. Joshua turned round and attempted to shoot at the crab noise, but the gun wouldn't fire. He pulled at the trigger desperately, but there was no ammunition left.

Minamimoto smiled evilly.

"Game over, Composer." He watched the kangaroo noise stomp on Joshua, ignoring his pathetic attempts to get it off. The crab noise spun itself at Joshua, who dodged only to stumble into the cloud of toxic looking bubbles that the frog noise had sprayed out. Just when it looked like he was about to be erased, Minamimoto erased the noise.

Joshua picked himself off the floor, dusting down his clothes. He sighed.

"So you want to erase me yourself then?" Minamimoto's smile grew.

"No way! You make the UG zetta interesting. I'll erase you at some point, but first I'm going to have some fun! So long, digit!" He pulled out a gun of his own and fired.

Joshua opened his eyes. He was in Shibuya, lying sprawled out on the pavement of the scramble crossing.

"Interesting..." he muttered to himself as he stood up. "So he wasn't lying. But I wonder, am I in the UG or the RG?" There was one way to find out. He could see players, reapers and noise, but that was nothing unusual for him. He'd been seeing them for the whole of his life. He put his hand in his pocket to check for a player pin, but found only a screwed up piece of paper. He pulled it out and read the message written on it.

You zetta loser. I'm the Composer now, and you're just a regular human. Things are gonna be sooo zetta different now. Oh yeah, I'll be looking out for you in the RG so I can kill you and you can see the improvements I've made to Shibuya UG! And don't worry, I'll make it extra difficult just for you.

Sho Minamimoto, Composer.

Joshua screwed the paper up and threw it on the floor. He hardly ever lost his cool, but right now he was coming close. Minamimoto would be a terrible Composer. At least when Joshua had been Composer his Game had been fair. If the players won, their entry fee was returned and they came back to life. Simple as that, no strings attached. Except for Neku Sakuraba, but his had been exceptional circumstances. Joshua's Game had been completely fair, if almost impossible. He doubted that Minamimoto's Game would be as easy on the players. And sooner or later, he would have to play his Game himself. He sighed. Looks like he would have some preparation to do. The first thing he would need was a partner. He smiled slightly. Neku was going to hate him for this.