Homura groggily opened her eyes, her hazy vision clearing. Her left eye stung horribly, and she didn't know why. Grimacing at the newfound pain, she muttered, "What… What happened?"
Her memory blanked out as she tried to recall her memories.
Well, she thought, the last thing I remember… Madoka and I arrived at the cabin… she spoke briefly with her father, then… she furrowed her brow, straining her brow top remember. She gulped as her eyes widened slightly, She aimed her gun at me…! She requested to know who I was. Surely it was a test, a fairly common one that she'd used quite a bit during my training. As such, I bowed low and said "I am your loyal servant, my beloved mistress."
She grimaced and recoiled, whimpering as tears started forming, I must've answered incorrectly… She just got mad and punched me with her leather-bound wrist and knocked me out cold...
She attempted to lift her hand to touch her wounded eye, but quickly discovered that her appendage refused to move. Confused, she gazed down at her torso to discover she had been tied down to a small wooden chair, constricted by rope. She twisted and turned in a struggle to break free, but the ropes wouldn't budge. She furrowed her brow worriedly and moaned, "...Again?"
Then, she felt cold steel tap against her cheek as the voice of her girlfriend stated lowly, "Hey, you're awake. Time to answer some questions."
Realizing that she had overslept again (a grievance punished by twenty-five laps around the border of Mitakihara), the demon panicked as her sleepiness was immediately eradicated by her terror. She shot her eyes to look at the Madoka's face, releasing how much of the pinkette's patience she must've exhausted, "M-M-M-Madoka!"
"Don't call me that," the pinkette growled shortly, crossing her arms, "Only my friends and family can call me by my name."
Oh no! Homura's eyes grew wide in fear, She's in one of her moods! She completely furious! The only thing that could cheer her up now would be for me to lick the her feet clean with my tongue, she grimaced, And, given my current position, it will be impossible...
With sweat appearing on her forehead thinking about the various punishments in store for her today, she gulped and stuttered, "Y-Yes, Mistress…"
"Speaking of," Madoka's eyes narrowed, "Who are you?"
"B-But, Mistress," the brunette spoke fearfully, "It's m-me, your darling Homura-chan..."
She gulped at that last part, knowing Madoka would never allow the demon to refer to herself as such under normal circumstances.
Instead slingling the regular verbal slurs and violent curses, shadows covered the pinkette's eyes as her arms fell limply to her sides, fist clenching her Python revolver tightly, "Don't lie to me, and don't call me 'Mistress'," she glowered through clenched teeth, "I don't have patience for fakers, so tell me: who are you, and where's my friend?"
"B-But…!" the demon squeaked, tears forming in her eyes again. Did their separation through the Time Stream really irritate the pinkette so much that she'd refuse to even acknowledge their relationship?
Not knowing what else to do or say Homura bit her lip and cried, "M-M-Madoka, you're m-my girlfriend…"
"That's enough!" the pinkette hissed. She lunged towards the brunette-who recoiled in fear-and placed the cold barrel of her firearm at the demon's temple. She growled lowly, "Liars don't last very long here. The only thing we are anymore are survivors. There are no more girlfriends, boyfriends, or anything like that. There's only the living and the dead. Us, and the Walkers. The only relationship that exists now is that of familial bond we've built within our group, because anything else will get us killed," she glowered, shoving the pistol more forcefully into the demon's skull, "You remember what I said happens to anyone who gets in the way of that bond, right?"
Homura whimpered under the weight of the pinkette's glare and weapon, only managing to sputter, "L-L-L-Lose…?"
"That's right," the pinkette nodded darkly, "And just guess how that happens."
With eyes wide and shaking fearfully, Homura remembered the story of the man who shot Madoka in the chest. Then, her mind's eye immediately dragged her to a horrific scene of her strapped to the chair as she currently was, with the pinkette apathetically holding her revolver to the demon's forehead, and a long, sanguine stream of blood spurting out of the back of her skull, splattering the wall behind her a crimson red.
Not that any of that would kill her; it would merely be excruciatingly painful and mildly inconvenient. However, what left Homura's jaw agape and speechless was the thought that her dear Mistress would resort to something so terrible, something so awful that not even her agonizing training had ever touched upon.
And even so, one thought screamed above the rest at the pinkette's mention of a familial bond. Homura choked as her tears started to drip down her face, Madoka… doesn't love me anymore...?
Her lips mouthed wordless syllables, completely broken after Madoka's revelation.
"Jeez, Madoka, that's a bit harsh," the irritating voice of a familiar mongrel chuckled as she walked over to the two. The blunette in question placed a hand on the pinkette's shoulder and gently eased her away. She furrowed her brow, "It doesn't look like it's working. We're not gonna get anything out of her if she's scared to death."
"Yeah," Madoka sighed, the intensity in her face melting into worried anxiousness as she stepped away from the captive, "I guess you're right…" she grimaced, "I'm… just worried for Homura, y'know?"
"We all are," Sayaka nodded, "But you know as well I do that she can handle herself out there. Your dad and I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for her. She'll be fine."
"I… I know…" holding back a sob, the pinkette took a deep breath and muttered as she holstered her weapon, "I'm going to see if Dad needs help with anything..."
"Alright," the blunette nodded again. She smirked and glanced at the demon rope-bound to a wooden chair, "I'll try my hand to see if I can get any info out of our little prisoner."
Giving a nod, Madoka walked back towards the middle of the candle-lit cabin where Mr. Kaname and some other people Homura cared very little about waited.
With the pinkette gone, the demon's expression of sorrow and horror quickly twisted to absolute disgust as she glared at the mongrel still stupidly smiling at her.
Before Homura could voice her distaste for the situation, Sayaka chuckled, "Well, looks like the 'Bad Cop' half of our 'Good Cop, Bad Cop' routine didn't really pan out. So, I guess that means I'm gonna be your 'Good Cop'."
Homura rolled her eyes, "Whoever was stupid enough to even metaphorically induct an idiot like you into the police force should be fired."
Sayaka narrowed her eyes at the demon's comment, "...I'm just gonna ignore that," then, she crossed her arms, shook her head and sighed, "...Okay, I'm gonna give it to you straight here; you're on a thin thread. Trying to infiltrate us and lyin' about who you are doesn't exactly give us the warm fuzzies. In fact," she pointed to the group of people that Madoka had walked over to, now sitting in a rough circle in the bare foyer of the cabin, warily staring at the single entrance barricade by a couch and a coffee table, "you see those people over there?"
Homura craned her neck to glance at the group: she could see two young Asian men, Mr. Kaname and Madoka-who she smiled at the sight of, despite the fear that the pinkette just instilled in her; a burly, middle-aged negro man in a green, sweaty tanktop; Shizuki Hitomi's wheelchair-bound lover, Kamijou Kyosuke; two young schoolgirls, and the magical girls, Tomoe Mami and Sakura Kyoko.
As she turned her irritated attention back to Sayaka, she noticed out of the corner of her eyes the each group member stole short, nervous glances at her. Ignoring them, she furrowed her brow and retorted apathetically, "Yes, but I fail to see how that matters. I don't care for any of them except my dear Madoka."
Sayaka frowned, "Half of them think we should execute you, including 'your dear' Madoka,"
Homura gasped inwardly, S-S-She's mad enough to try to kill m-m-me?! she shoo'd away the horrid thought and calmed herself, N-No, that's not possible. Surely, Madoka still loves me. Miki is just trying to get in my head, that's all.
Sayaka grimly continued, "and the other half just wants you gone. Leave you to the Walkers, fend for yourself, whatever. Y'see, we build our group on a whole lotta trust, and when someone comes in and breaks that trust, we don't take to kindly to it."
Turning her head to avoid her gaze, Homura rolled her eyes and harrumphed, "And I should believe a mongrel like you because…?"
The blunette scowled and glowered, clenching her fists tightly, "Listen, chick! You're a stranger in a group that wants you dead! You may look like our friend, but everyone knows that you're not. If it weren't for me willing to stick my neck out for ya, you'd already be gone!"
She took a deep breath to calm herself. Throwing on a smile, she asked, "...You ever heard of the Ace Attorney games?"
What is she doing now? Homura narrowed her gaze, Whatever it is, I won't let her into ruin my psyche. I won't let her in between me and my darling Mistress! she paused, ...I also won't let her know that I do enjoy the Ace Attorney games quite a bit...
"Perhaps," the demon replied vaguely, "Perhaps not. But I must question the reason that you brought this up. Foolish, I'm sure, yet I'm still curious."
Sayaka frowned again, "You're really making this difficult for me, aren't you?" She sighed again and explained, throwing on another smile, this one noticeably forced, "Back before the apocalypse hit, there was this game franchise about lawyers and law and stuff called 'Ace Attorney'. The main protagonist that you played as was this lawyer named Phoenix Wright," she gave a genuine chuckle, "Man, I really loved those games because of him. He always believed in the truth and fought through all kinds of evil just to preserve justice," she stared at the ground, losing herself in her own words, "He was a hero… Heh… A hero of justice…"
"Hmm," Homura mused, "It appears that I was correct in believing that a mongrel like yourself couldn't make a cohesive correlation with your points of argument."
Sayaka's gentle grin disappeared as the glow in her eyes dimmed. Her voice became laced with apathetic hopelessness as she stated, "...C'mon. Don't make us kill someone else. We've seen way too much of that already..." she sighed, "I'm… I'm trying to help you out here. If you just tell us who you are and what you want without lying again, everything'll be okay. But if you don't…" she paused, then sighed, "I'm the last line of defense between you and Madoka's revolver or the jaws of a Walker. I don't want to see anyone else die... Just... Please… Let me be your Phoenix Wright."
Homura's glare narrowed as she sized up the blunette with her gaze, "...You're my last line of defense?" she rolled her eyes and scoffed, "You might as well just kill me now."
Clenching her fists tightly again, Sayaka's face twisted in rage as she screamed,"RHAAHH! THAT'S IT!"
She drew her hand back and struck the raven-haired girl with a powerful punch directly on her nose, causing the demon to recoil.
Homura blinked in shock at the pain coursing through her face, refusing to believe the mongrel just did that to her. With her nose now bleeding and swelling in an ugly purple hue, she glowered as her eye twitched, "You insolent fool! When I get out these ropes, I'll throw your Soul Gem into the sea and use my magic to make your body run around the city na-"
"WOAH! SAYAKA!" Mr. Kaname interrupted her threat with a yell as he and Madoka quickly dashed over to them. The man stopped between the two and grabbed the blunette's drawn-back fist in order to keep her from striking again. He asked worriedly, "What happened?"
"Tseh," she spat. Relaxing her arm, she shook off his grip and turned away. She muttered bitterly as she started shuffling back to the group, "You guys do what you want with her; I'm done..."
Staring at her friend trudging away, Madoka sighed, "I guess that's it then," she turned and glared at the captive as she drew her revolver and aimed it at at her forehead.
Mr. Kaname gasped, "MADOKA!"
Homura's eyes grew wide and shook in terror. She gulped and stuttered, "B-But, Madoka…! I… I love you!"
The pinkette growled, "No more lies. No more tricks," her scowl darkened viciously and clenched her teeth as she cocked the hammer on her Python, "No more screwing with us."
As she began to squeeze the trigger, Homura recoiled and yelped, but Tomohisa quickly stepped in and stole the weapon before she could fire. He shook his head and stated grimly, "You know that we're better than this, Madoka. You know that one person doesn't get to decide the life of another."
"B-But Dad…" Madoka's vicious expression quickly melted as she looked to be on the verge of tears, "H-Homura…"
Pushing up with glasses, he knelt down to meet her on eye level, "I know, sweetie. I'm worried too, but killing the imposter won't bring her back safely," he motioned with the Walkie Talkie still in his hand, "Homura said over the radio that she was making her way back. She'll be here soon, I promise."
Madoka dropped her gaze to the ground, closed her eyes and whimpered, "Please stop making promises over things you can't control..."
Throwing on a small, consoling smile, He placed his hand on her shoulder and stated, "Madoka, back when this whole thing started, Homura saved both mine and Sayaka's life. I have the utmost faith that she'll be okay."
They paused in silence. Then, Madoka stole an anxious glance at their prisoner. Tomohisa noticed this and furrowed his brow, somberly answering the question hanging in the pinkette's mind, "She won't be staying with us; I want to give her one last chance to see what her story is, why she looks like Homura, or anything else that will help us out. If she still refuses to cooperate, we'll call a vote with the group to see what to do with her as we always do for these things."
With a deep, heavy sigh, Madoka choked, "Okay…"
He nodded to her as she stepped away, yet remained in close proximity. He turned to Homura still recovering from Madoka's scare. He sighed, "I suppose we all got off on the wrong foot. My name is Tomohisa Kaname, and I'm the leader of the group we have here, and Madoka's father."
Of course, I'm fully aware of this, Homura remained silent as she pondered, I don't quite understand what's going on, but perhaps I'll learn if I simply play along. Perhaps this is what Madoka wants… she grinned, Yes, that must be it; my Mistress merely wants me to play along with the scenario she's begun here. It sounds like the others are in on it as well. They're even pretending that there's another me running around to spice it up! Oh, Madoka! You never cease to think of masterfully crafted ideas!
She scowled, Of course, I'm fully certain that the bloody nose wasn't apart of the plan. My Mistress wouldn't allow any pain to come to me! Miki must've taken over for a moment after all. I'll just have to pay that mongrel back ten-fold later, she inwardly sighed, But for now...
She cleared her throat and stated confidently, "Yes sir. My name is Akemi Homura."
She smirked, I must admit, this is much easier with someone I mildly respect. Kaname-san may be a little overprotective over my Madoka, but he's a good man and a good father. I can respect that much.
Tomohisa sighed and rubbed his forehead. He spoke with slight traces of irritation, "...Okay. Well then, who was that on the radio?"
"I am not sure," the demon replied plainly, "As I said, I lost the Walkie Talkie running from Walkers."
The man narrowed his gaze and asked slowly and deliberately, "...Then, why did she claim to be you?"
Naturally, it's all apart an elaborate plan to bring about enjoyment for Madoka; It's most likely just a fabricated pre-recording or something to that nature.
That's what she wanted to say, but she worried that Madoka may punish her if she knew the demon had found out sooner than anticipated. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders and responded smugly, "I'm not sure."
"Okay," shadows covered his eyes as he sighed and took a step back, "I've found out what I wanted to know."
She smiled, With perfection, as usual. Surely, Madoka must be proud of my performa-
"Madoka," Tomohisa stated, "Get everyone together. It's time to vote on whether we kill her or kick her out."
"Alright," the pinkette nodded grimly.
W-W-W-WHAT?! the demon gasped as her eyes grew wide in shocked terror, horrified that she'd be separated once again from her Mistress. She gulped as both tears and nervous sweat began forming in her eyes and forehead respectively, B-But… I answered perfectly…! I… I don't understand…
Before she realized it, every single survivor had crowded around the corner that held Homura captive.
The red-haired Sakura Kyoko was the first to speak up, resting her hands behind her forehead, "So, we ever figure the mystery behind the whole 'Two Akemis' thing?"
Tomohisa nodded, "I think I've got a decent grasp on the ordeal. But before I explain it, let's take care of the prisoner first."
He paused and took a deep breath, then pushed up his glasses and started explaining, "I am the leader of this group. We decided that long ago. I've been tasked with being the deciding judge on any given scenario with as much wisdom as I can, but this is not a dictatorship. The burden of an individual's life cannot be shouldered by one person alone. We have determined to take matters like this into a democracy; we vote on everything. So now, I ask you; as my group and my family, what should we do with this imposter?"
I-Imposter? Homura sat motionless and jaw agape, her only movement being her terrible trembling and fearful tears forming in her eyes, S-Surely this is not apart of my Mistress' plans… Of course! She'll stop this all before something hasty happens! I just know it!
Her thoughts were interrupted by Madoka herself clenching her fist, looking to the ground and stating darkly, "You already know my vote."
Tomohisa sighed and nodded, "Noted."
Homura gulped, I hope…
Kamijou furrowed his brow and spoke next from his wheelchair, "She's crafty, I can see it in her eyes; someone like that could be a thorn in our side later. I don't think we should even consider giving that a chance to happen."
Tomoe Mami shook her head and pleaded, "What has this girl actually done wrong?" She motioned with an open hand and exclaimed, "Just look at her! She's terrified, and probably just doing whatever she can to survive! Isn't that what any of us would do?" she gulped and choked, "Please… I beg you… Let's not have a repeat of Bill…"
The blue-haired asian man nodded, "I agree. Killing her seems pretty unnecessary. While I wasn't with you guys for the whole 'Bill' incident, I think it's best to retain what humanity we have left."
Sayaka sighed, turned to walk away and added apathetically, "Like I said before, just get rid of her. I don't care how you do it; just do it."
Kyoko tilted her head upwards and smirked, "I'm all for splattering her brains so long as I get to do it."
Homura gagged at the thought.
Mami's expression twisted in disgust, "Kyoko! That's absolutely morbid!"
The red-head rolled her eyes, "Ain't just about everything morbid nowadays?"
"I suppose," the blonde crossed her arms and glared, "But you don't have to add to it."
Kyoko merely shrugged, "Eh."
One of the schoolgirls, the one with blue pigtails, spoke up, "I honestly don't really care either way."
Her friend, the one with caramel-colored hair shook her head, "Yeah, me neither."
The burly negro man in the grass-green tanktop crossed his arms and threw in his two cents, "If you ask me, all life is precious. Self-defense is one thing, but murder is something completely different, and a path none should follow."
The chocolate-haired asian frowned at him, "Stephen, don't you remember Robert? Lives like that shouldn't be spared," he turned his glare to the demon, "She's got the same eyes he had; shifty, and filled with apathetic malice for the world. I don't think we should let her live."
With everyone's votes in place, Tomohisa rubbed his chin and closed his eyes, taking what everyone had said into consideration. Then, he grimly stated as he reopened his eyes, "I've come to a decision," he turned to the red-haired Magical Girl, "Well Kyoko," he motioned towards the prisoner, "you said you wanted to be the one to do it."
The red-head smirked again and summoned her spear, "With pleasure, Mr. T," with a skillful spin of her weapon, she began menacingly stalking towards the prisoner like a hungry predator, "It's been too long since I've seen some REAL action."
Mami gasped, ran to Tomohisa's side and grabbed his upper arm. She begged fervently, "Mr. Kaname! Please! You mustn't allow this! We can't murder another person!"
He sighed, "...I'm sorry Mami, but there were four votes to kill her and three votes to spare her. This is what the group had to say."
"B-But…" the blonde stuttered, desperately grasping for straws, "Y-You're a father! You have a daughter just like her! How can you just allow this to happen?!"
Remembering the twisted stares that the captive had been giving to Madoka before they restrained her, Tomohisa stated lowly as shadows covered his eyes, "My daughter is why I'm allowing this to happen."
"B-But…" Mami turned her gaze back to the raven-haired girl, "N-No…"
Meanwhile, Homura began to panic. Madoka wasn't stopping this like the demon thought she would've by now. With tears now finally breaking from her eyes and streaming down her cheeks, she craned her neck to see past the red-head-now close enough to strike-to plead with the pinkette. She stuttered and croaked, "M-M-Madoka…!"
"I said not to call me that," Madoka glared and turned away, "I don't know you."
"B-B-But…!" the demon cried.
With a twist of her neck that caused a loud cracking sound, Kyoko smirked as brought her spear to the ready, "Hey, just wanna let ya know, this ain't nothin' personal."
Homura grimaced and whimpered as the red-head reared her spear back to strike. However, the blow never landed, as static from Mr. Kaname's radio blared through and interrupted the attack, saving the demon from horrendous amounts of pain.
Homura heard her own familiar voice spoke through the device, anxiety clearly audible, "Mr. Kaname, we're coming upon the cabin very shortly, and if you have the entrance blocked as I instructed this morning, we need that cleared and opened ASAP."
"...We?" Tomohisa furrowed his brow and questioned through the speaker.
"There's no time to explain!" the voice worriedly responded, "We just need you to unblock the barricade and open that door, NOW!"
He gasped, already guessing what was wrong. He gulped and transmitted, "Understood."
He called out loud enough for everyone in the cabin to hear, "EVERYONE! We gotta get the barricades out of the way! Homura's on her way in and she has no window of time left!"
As if forgetting all about the demon's execution, Kyoko gasped. She cursed, "Son of a…!" and tossed her spear to the ground, joining all the other able-bodied survivors immediately rushing towards the makeshift barricade.
As the group strained and started pulling away the couch, Tomohisa grimaced as an overwhelming stench of rotting flesh permeated the air of the cabin, confirming his fear. Setting the couch down just far away enough to open the door, they all dashed back to remove the coffee table. Low moans began to resonate from the outside.
As, they gently set the table by the couch, Madoka looked at up her father worriedly and gasped, "Dad, Walkers…!"
He grimly nodded, "I know."
He dashed to the door and grabbed the handle. He paused for a moment to take a long breath, then threw open the door. He felt the wind of Homura's body rush past him into the cabin. He froze in shock as he stared slack-jawed at the large group of Walkers shambling towards the haven, their terrible moans filling the previously silent night.
"MR. KANAME!" He heard Homura hiss, her voice strained by fatigue, "THE DOOR!"
Breaking out of his trance, he gasped, slammed the door shut and braced his shoulder against it. He called out, "Quick! The barricades!"
However, no one moved. Confused, he turned his head and opened his mouth to repeat the command, but then discovered why no one had moved. Someone had ran in with Homura. That someone was now doubled over with their hands on their knees next to the raven-haired girl, both breathing heavily and out of breath. That someone was a second Madoka.
Tomohisa's eyes grew wide as he breathed, "...Dear lord."
The new pinkette wheezed, "Jeez... this world... really... went all-out with... the whole... 'zombie' thing," she chuckled in amusement, standing to her feet and glancing at the survivor Homura, "I swear, I think there was around forty of them chasing us at one point! Right, Homura-chan?"
"FORTY?!" Mr. Kaname exclaimed fearfully as he shot a worriedly glare to the raven-haired girl, now sitting down and leaning on her hands behind her.
The girl nodded as she pushed up her glasses, "There was, but I killed a few and we outran some others. If my count is correct, about twenty still remain," seeing the worry still plastered on the man's face, Homura nodded and assured, "Reinforce the blockade. We'll be fine as long as we keep quiet."
Then, the captive brunette that the Walkers caused everyone to momentarily forget about hesitantly called from across the room, hints of confusion evident in her voice, "...M-Mistress?"
The new Madoka turned to the voice, furrowed her brow and started walking over to the prisoner, "Homura-chan! There you are."
The bounded Homura gasped gleefully in relief, "Madoka! I'm so glad to see you! I was so frightened when we got separated!"
"Yeah, remind me to punish you for that when we get home," the pinkette deadpanned.
The captive's expression drooped, "B-But…"
Then, Sayaka hesitantly asked the center of the room, "I take it you two… know each other…?"
"Yeah," Madoka replied without even looking at the blunette. She responded as she eyed her girlfriend's current predicament, "We came from the same place," she frowned at her Homura, placed her hands on her hips and began chastising her like a child, "...Homura-chan? Did you ride this world's Madoka's scooter without asking? Is that why you're tied up?"
The demon shook her head furiously in denial, "N-No, Mistress! I didn't, I swear!"
"That's not what the black eye and bloody nose are telling me," The pinkette crossed her arms, "Well then, why ARE you tied up?"
Homura gulped and whimpered, "I… I'm not certain anymore…"
Madoka sighed and shook her head, "Then why didn't you just break free with your powers? You're a demon, dangit!"
The brunette blinked, as if coming to a sudden realization, "Oh… That's right…"
The girl then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and in the next moment, the ropes that had bound her simply fell off as if they hadn't even been tied. Her knees popped as she stood to her feet. Kneeling down to rub her thighs, she moaned, "Agh… That chair is an absolute murderer on my legs…"
"Now then," Madoka nodded and smirked as she started turning back towards the group, "let's go find a place to stay for the ni-"
She was interrupted as now stared down the steel barrel of revolver held by the survivor Madoka. The weaponless pinkette chuckled, "...Alright."
The survivor had a less jovial expression as she frowned at her mirror copy. Cocking the hammer on her gun with her thumb, she glared darkly and growled, "Who are you and why do you look like me?"
"Jeez, kid," Kyoko mused from the group still gawking at the dopplegangers, "New people really ain't your forte, are they?"
Ignoring the girl's jest, the survivor ordered the other pinkette, her grip tensing tightly on her gun, "Answer me!"
The latter scowled, No one tells me what to do; I'M the only one can order me arou-Oh, wait...
The weaponless Madoka ended up laughing as she gently placed her hand on top of the firearm eased the weapon out of her face, "Easy now, calm down! I'll tell ya everything you wanna know."
Clearing her throat and stepping past the other Madoka, the pinkette and demon walked to the middle of the cabin. The former smiled and spoke loud enough for all to hear, "So hi, I'm Madoka," she pointed to herself, "I'm a Goddess," she pointed to her Homura, "you've already met Homura; she's a demon," she chuckled and shrugged, "and we're from the future."