Redundance
The blond girl stares blankly at the kindergarten in front of her.
Children, with adoring parents mill around the place.
Bottled up words slip from her throat, escaping as hollow whispers.
"Because I am redundant."
And the Chara beside her screamed.
And turned black, negative energy bursting forth.
And returned into an X Egg.
"Because I was never loved."
More words slip from her mouth.
Tears do not form.
Emotion is an illusion.
"It's time to end this," her voice turns softer than usual, but her aura darkens as she Chara Changes with the X Chara.
No one can stop her now.
She feels power.
But an empty one, at that.
And there is no purifier.
Because they have committed the darkest sin of all, she claims.
Ignorance.
Negligence.
Emotionless.
The three things that define me.
The once outgoing girl.
Now a shell, the ultimate epitome of a porcelain doll – of which was reinforced by rusting steel – stood in her place.
I'm ready.
"Chara-nari: Broken Porcelain"
It ends here.
And no one can stop me.
There is no true 'love'.
There only exists...
"Shattered fragments"
Shards of broken china spring from her hands; imbued with the deepest negative energy the Guardians may have ever encountered.
"Rima-chi!" a familiar childish voice screams, "Chara-nari: Dear Baby!"
Yaya pulls out her duckies.
Rima screeches, rendering all those in the surrounding radius of 20 metres into more shells of negative energy.
She murmurs, a string of words which forms a prayer-like chant.
"Broken porcelain," she mutters, "get rid of the joy."
And there is no going back.
She ultimately destroys herself.
And officials find her.
Dead.
In a heap of shattered ceramics and china dishware.