Disclaimer: Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt is by Gainax.
Anarchy
Huh? A question for me?
Make this quick. That Garterbelt will be cooking dinner soon.
What makes me and Stockin' good sisters?
Well, there are a few things we have in common. We don't bother with those stupid "Rules" as that Kneesocks bitch says it. We go all out with what we want in life. I want boys, she wants sweets. If one of us is complaining about something, the other will give her what she likes so she can bear with what's making her complain. Didn't someone once say to live life to the fullest? I guess that person didn't count the afterlife.
But sugary sweet shit aside, there's something else. It started back while we were still humans.
The two of us were only friends back then. We were both popular, but never met each other until one day. Despite my looks, I'm usually lazy, leap before looking, and sharp mouthed toward others I don't know. All the boys fell for me, but in school or at life, I was usually a drifter and a few steps behind.
That didn't change even after I died.
I met Stockin' when a few bullies stole a box of chocolates an admirer gave her. She would've flown into rage at the fact that her candy was stolen, but I stepped in, seeing as how we were both popular and needed to stick together. In a few minutes, the boys that stole her candy apologized to Stockin' thanks to my "persuasion", or whatever it's called, and left her and me alone. She thanked me and offered me some of her stash of candy, and we stuck together since.
I won't admit it in front of her face, but she helps me keep up, both in my past life and the life I'm in now. It usually helps to have someone hold you by the leash and tell you what you're doing wrong, even if it starts a fight in the process. No matter how many of those we have, we'll forever be sisters. That was proven when Stockin' took a bullet meant for me when some crazed gun-wielding demon attacked back then.
There, I said it. Now scram, bitch, or Garterbelt will tie ya to the church bell and ring it.
