Killer Circuit - Madoka x DanganRonpa
Nothing could last forever, even the time traveler knew this. Time, even her own time, waited for no one. At long last, she was out of options and the destruction was inevitable. All she could do was to embrace it.
The circuit is broken. The circuit ends now.
But who said there can't be another one started?
Warning: Huge plot spoilers.
Author's Note:
Hi everyone! I suppose the summary already warned you about everything but I'll do so again.
Warning: spoilers, spoilers, spoilers, angst, gore, character death, and one hell of a confusing plot
This is one of my two first fanfiction (and both are about Puella Magi Madoka Magica). If you were liking for something not serious, well this definitely isn't it. Read my other one dubbed "Contract," (to be posted) which is a Black Butler and Madoka crossover with Kyubey disguised as Sebastian.
#shameless self advertising :P
The plot will stem from where the Madoka anime left off. You don't have watch Rebellion to read this spoiler free though its highly advised since you'll be able to understand better what is going on. You don't have to read all the manga spin-offs/sequels to read this spoiler free. All you have to know is what Kyubey does and be prepared to suffer. Oh and if you had no idea the witches had names, then I suggest you go refresh your memory with the Puella Magi wiki.
The events will be parallel/similar to those that happened in DR: Trigger Happy Havoc (or DanganRonpa: The Animation) but with our guest Puella Magi investigating the situation also. Please note I don't know a thing about SDR2 (except for the fact that Monosami and Sonia Nevermind are totes adorable) so if there's some freaky plot twist like the characters have actually entered contract with Monokuma who turned to be Kyubey in disguise, don't tell me and pretend it doesn't exist, okay?
Okay.
Whoops, forgot the disclaimer: I don't own Puella Magi Madoka Magica or DanganRonpa.
[Prologue]
The world was dark and dismal but the usually-perceptive Akemi Homura had no idea whether the source was the gloom of Walapurgis Nacht's ebbing labyrinth or the shadows caused by her own grief.
"Goodbye Homura-chan," the pink haired girl lying in Homura's arms whispered softly, "Goodbye, and thank you… for being my friend till the end."
Although there were few external wounds on Madoka's body, she looked drained and deathly pale. In the her outstretched palms was a small glowing pink gem encased in intricate gold framing. It's luminescence was vanishing by the second, the color slowly diluting into a murky, evil black. That object was her crystallized soul and it was clear by the its gradual darkening that she didn't have much longer.
Adolescent girls who enter a contract to become Puella Magi are set on a path of tears and destruction. Both girls knew this but their roles were more different than ever.
One was destined to endure the transition from an all powerful guardian of justice into the world's most devastating disaster. The other existed solely to prevent the fate of the former. She knew this, and had spent countless timelines traveling in the same circuit, from naivety, to despair, to destruction. She, like an electrical charge, was brilliant in its own way but still couldn't escape the confinements of the wire loop it was trapped in.
No matter what Homura did or who she depended on, the result was always the same. The hope she had held onto had already faded, even thought light of Madoka's soul gem had yet to vanish. She knew from the beginning that this was her last chance.
It was her fault anyway, that Madoka had become this.
A tear rolled off Homura's cheek and fell onto Madoka's uniform. She hadn't noticed when the girl turned back but loosing transformation abilities meant being one step closer to…
"I'm sorry," Homura choked out, "I can't go back anymore! I can't do anything! I'm sorry I was too weak to protect you! I'm sorry that–
"Stop!" A hand reached up to wipe her tears and Homura let out a small gasp when she looked down at the dying girl.
"Homura-chan, you've done more than enough just being my friend," Madoka replied hoarsely, a soft smile finding it's way on her face. "It's because of you, I can now die happy."
Homura felt the dreadful coldness settle over the girl, one that she had seen countless times. This time, however, it would be permanent. The wire loop will be cut and there was no way the same electric spark could ever return again. The lights were out. There were no more alternatives left for her.
"We'll meet again sometime— it's a promise!"
Madoka's last words.
The soul gem's glow completely faded, leaving it a liquid obsidian. The surface cracked and wept the black mist that threatened to engulf its owner's corpse. Ever so slowly, Homura let the body go as if partaking in a ritual for the dead.
It's time, said a different voice. What's next should be…
The rest was drowned out in a cacophonous roar and Homura only caught a glimpse of the white abomination before the world around her erupted in blackened flames and screams of agony pierced through the dark sky. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, he was right.
It was time.
Slowly, she stepped back but unlike the last couple times, she did not shoot. She did not escape to her own time with her grief still fresh because there was none to return to. The circuit had already been broken
Unlike the last times, she was able to stay and watch the end of the world begin from a front row seat.
It was hardly a show anyone would pay to see.
The sky was now darker than before as column of darkness shot up before her, powerful and raging, sucking up debris from the ground.
The Witch of Salvation had arrived, armed with one-way flight tickets to her twisted heaven.
Homura walked towards the expanding black column, grimly. The white creature followed her, stopping short a good distance from the raging black mass while the girl continued towards it with determination.
Dust and other particles sent blown up by the dark force whipped past her, some damaging her clothes, a couple scratching her face, but she didn't care. The continuous screaming bore no hole in her. She'd seen enough suffering already to block it all out.
We will see each other soon, Homura made a silent vow, that's one thing I definitely can make happen all by myself.
Without hesitation, she spread her hands outwards, reaching to encircle the shadowed remnant of Madoka's soul, and willingly embraced the darkness.
"Hey, long time no see.
Let's be together forever, okay?"
I love you.
-hands out tissues-
I told you it was going to be sad, right? Please read and review! Feel free to point out any grammar mistakes or formating things. I'm not so sure how this whole document system is supposed to work so if all this turns out to be super spaced out or something...
Next up, our SHSL students arrive on the cat's table! Well a few of them at least.
Onto prologue the second...