CHAPTER THREE: COMPLETE!

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The whistle of the space train was heard as the tracks began to vibrate. Giroro held his bag tightly as he prepared himself to get onto the approaching train. The next five seconds felt like the longest seconds of his life as the train finally pulled into the station, making a stop. Giroro was now just a few steps away from leaving this horrible place and never looking back.

'The second I get back to Head-Quarters, I'm having my memory erased. Hopefully, that'll cause the nightmares to stop as well.' he thought as he took his last few steps on Pekopon and boarded the train. He walked down the aisle for a bit before throwing his bag onto one of the seats and sitting himself down beside it.

He had finally reached his destination. He was leaving his entire life and everyone he had ever grown to admire behind. His feelings of hatred and pain had suddenly turned into confusion and stress.

Deep inside, he really did hate himself for wanting to leave. Even though it was the right thing to do, there was always one small part of him that wanted to stay. But even if he did go with his gut, even if he did stay, he knew that it would only hurt the people around him. That's all he cared about. He no longer cared about himself, since his spirit was already broken beyond repair. Natsumi's death was what destroyed him, but somehow, everyone else was still strong enough to keep themselves intact, even after an entire year. After finally realizing how pathetic he really was, Giroro tried to shake these thoughts out of his head and think of something else.

'Hmm.' he thought. 'So I guess I finally get how Dororo feels whenever he gets left out. I suddenly have a lot more respect for the guy.' he managed to get a quick chuckle out of his thought.

He heard the bell in the station ring and the train's whistle was once again head. The train was taking off. Giroro took a few deep breathes as he turned his head toward his seat's window. Drops of rain slid down and barraged the outside of the glass, making it hard for Giroro to visualize the final glimpses of Pekopon he would ever have. He felt the train begin to move under his seat. He shut his eyes as he waited for it to move down the tracks and into the air.

After an entire year of bitterness, fear, and most of all, misery, he was relieved to discover that he was finally in a short moment of peace, which was something he thought he had forgotten how to feel a long time ago. He wanted it all to be over so badly. But was immensely disappointed when he heard his phone suddenly start to ring.

He grabbed his phone out from inside his bag and flipped it open. He wasn't surprised in the slightest of who it was.

"Dammit, Keroro!" he couldn't help but say out loud. "He just won't give up, will he?! I just wish he felt the same way about training." He sent the call to voice mail and flipped the phone shut. He shut his eyes again and went back to his moment of peace, which thanks to Keroro's sudden interruption, didn't feel quite as relaxing as it did before. Giroro just shrugged it off, happy that he at least didn't have to worry about this planet for as long as he lived.

Keroro, now staring teary eyed at his phone while curled up in Fuyuki's closet with his heart beating a million times per second, heard his call got to voice mail.

"Damn it!" he yelled as silently as he could, making sure that the maniac outside couldn't hear him. "Come on, Giroro. Please, pick up! You're my last hope." he cried, scared for his life.

He'd always been afraid of her, but this was a sense of fear beyond even her normal self. The entire closet felt like an oven. His body was heating up and his heart was aching. He held himself tightly as he waited for either Giroro to pick up or for her to burst in and kill him. Thinking it over for a while; however, he really wouldn't mind death so much. Anything would be better than having to rethink those horrific actions that had just taken place around him.

They all stared at her, stunned and unable to comprehend how she was standing there. Keroro thought he was seeing things for a second, but knew that that was impossible, since everyone was seeing the same thing as him. He looked at her, and haunting memories of her beating him and taking away his Gundam came rushing back, sending shivers down Keroro's spine. Now adding fear to the list of uneasy feelings he was being put through at the sight of her after all this time.

"N-Natsumi-dono!?" he shouted in surprise. Everyone else was just as shocked as he was, most likely more. Fuyuki was the first to take a step forward.

"N-Nii-chan?" he asked the silent figure who was standing in the doorway. Keroro could hear the same uneasiness in Fuyuki's voice that he himself had. The boy was just as scared as he was.

"Is that...really you?" Fuyuki took another step forward, this time smaller and slower. He didn't hear Natsumi's words, nor did he notice the long axe she was holding behind her back. Keroro turned to Aki and saw that she was now silently crying to herself. A tear slid down Aki's cheek, giving the impression that she was feeling a sort of a motherly heartbreak. Keroro didn't understand how a mother thinks, but even he knew that a situation like this would be too much for any normal mother to handle. But Aki was the strongest Pekoponian Keroro had ever met, so this had to be pretty tough for her to make her cry like that.

Turning his head back to Natsumi, he saw Fuyuki now just about a foot away from her face. She remained silent as she stood there, facing the ground and not even responding to Fuyuki's constant questions.

"What...Where have you...How...?" Fuyuki couldn't come up with the appropriate question to ask her, and Keroro understood why. What DO you ask a sibling that has been dead for over a year and that has suddenly come back out of nowhere?

"You...you all..." she whispered, this time loud enough for everyone outside to hear her. Fuyuki took a step back after hearing his sister's voice again after so long. Natsumi paused for quite a while before finishing her thought.

"You all...hurt him." she said, this time sounding more threatening. "You've done NOTHING but hurt him!"

"N-Nii-..." Fuyuki said before the absolute worst happened that scared Keroro and everyone around him to near death.

"FUYUKI!" everyone screamed when they saw Natsumi jam the axe into the boy's arm. Fuyuki cried out in agony as Natsumi kicked him to the ground,violently pulling the axe out. A twisted smile slowly appeared on Natsumi's face as she let out a few short giggles, which after a few seconds turned into an insane laugh.

"Kerorooo..." he heard, snapping him out of his daydream and back to the horrid reality. She was just outside of the closet door, waiting for him. With his heart now racing even faster than before, he quietly crawled over to the closet door and peeked through one of the door slats. Looking into the room around him, the first thing that caught his eye was the end of the axe she was carrying, dripping with the blood of who knows how many of his friends. Keroro tried desperately to hold back his vomit as the axe began to turn, indicating that she was now looking around the room for him. She'd eventually think to look in the closet, and then what was he supposed to do? Keroro quickly crawled up against the wall of the closet, sweat pouring down his forehead like the raindrops he had just been under a few minutes ago.

'This is it! This is how I'm gonna die!' he thought, losing all hope of making it through this alive. But after moving his shaking head a little to the right, he saw Fuyuki's dresser, with the bottom drawer still open. Without thinking, he rushed over to the open drawer and crawled in, using a few scattered shirts to cover him up.

He waited silently under the pile of clothes for her to open the closet door. This small dresser was his only chance to stay alive, at least until she finds him again and stabs that axe into his head. He felt his body shivering and quickly used all of his will power to stop himself, knowing that she would notice the pile of shivering clothes and know that he was under them. He waited for what felt like the longest few seconds of his life until he finally heard the closet doors swing open. He froze, knowing that she was just inches away from him. The sound of raindrops on Fuyuki's window was all that could be heard as Keroro continued to hold his fear in for as long as he could.

Finally, he heard the closet doors shut and footsteps walk towards the exit. He heard Fuyuki's door slam and he let out a breathe of relief, even though his heart was still pounding just as fast as when she was there. He crawled out of the open drawer and walked towards the closet doors. Taking a quick peak through a small crack in the door, he searched the room for any sign that she was still there, waiting for him. Seeing no sign of her, he slowly walked out of the closet and fell to the floor in exhaustion.

'That was too close! I've gotta get out of here before she really finds me!' he thought, wondering how he was supposed to get out of the house without her finding him. He couldn't escape thought the window, since it was too high above the ground and he had nothing to support him if he jumped out and fell to his already awaited death. He couldn't escape through the air vents, because he knew that she would certainly hear him crawling thought the walls and kill him before he could get anywhere. The only option he could think of was to call Kululu and have him teleport him down to the underground base, where he could safely think of a way out without having to worry about her finding him.

He ran over to his phone, which he left in the closet, and tried calling up Kululu. Bringing the phone up to his ear, he waited impatiently for Kululu to answer, hoping that he would at least be more responsible than Giroro, but very unlikely.

"Kukukuku. Yes, sir?" Kululu asked, giving Keroro tears of joy. He had never been so happy to hear Kululu's voice in his life. In fact, this was the first time ever that he was the least bit happy to hear his voice.

"Kululu! Thank frog!" he joyfully said as quietly as he could. "Please, something crazy has happened and I need you to beam me to the base immediately!"

"Kukukuku. Let me guess...she's trying to kill you?" Keroro was starstruck by his Sargent Major's reply.

"Y-You knew!?" he shouted back.

"Of course. Kuku. I created the Natsumi clone after all." he said. Keroro was silent. He felt like he should've known that it was him, but was still too angry and scared to believe it. Keroro was about to respond, but Kululu once again interrupted him.

"Kukukuku. Don't worry about your friends, Sargent. They'e all safe and sound. I beamed them all down here awhile ago. You're the only one still up there with that monster. Kukukuku!"

"W-What?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Yep. Kukukuku! Sorry I didn't bring you along. Must've forgotten. KUKUKUKU!"

"Th-That's not important right now!" Keroro said, still wanting to punch Kululu in the face for leaving him up here with that crazy lady. "Please, just teleport me down there before I'm killed. Please!" Keroro began to beg, which Kululu found amuzing.

"Kukukuku. Okay." he replied. "But only if you promise to behave yourself." he reached behind his back and pulled out a small remote. "I press!"

Keroro felt himself disappear from the room and land on the solid ground of his base. He looked around and saw everyone in the middle of the room, pacing around what looked like someone laying on the ground. Keroro ran over with a cheery smile and sparkles in his eyes, happy to see that everyone was still alright, but felt his heart suddenly sting when he saw who it was that was on the ground around them.

"F-Fuyuki-dono!" he screamed, running to his friend's aid. He was still bleeding from his arm where the axe had stabbed him earlier. He was looking pale, his eyes bloodshot, his body twitching and a stream of tears running out of both his eyes. It was absolutely haunting for Keroro to see Fuyuki like this.

"FUYUKI-DONO!" he screamed again, this time running up to the boy's head and lifting it up in an act of comfort. Fuyuki opened his eyes and saw Keroro by his side with tears of fear in his eyes. Fuyuki smiled.

"H-Hey, G-Gunso." he said in a weak voice. Keroro's tears grew larger as Kululu walked up behind him and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"I've already called for one of those Pekoponian ambulances to come over and take him away to the hospital. However, I haven't really figured out how they're supposed to make it past 'you know who' upstairs. Kukukuku." Kululu assured him as Keroro lightly set his best friend's head down.

Keroro suddenly remembered what Kululu said earlier and jumped up off his knees when he remembered. He grabbed Kululu by his head and began shaking him, catching everyone's attention. "Wait! I remember something! You said that you're the one who made Natsumi come back, right!?"

"Kukukuku, that's me." he calmly said back. Everyone stared wide eyed at the yellow Keronian, which Keroro noticed and concluded that Kululu hadn't told them yet.

"But...WHY WOULD YOU...HOW COULD YOU...WHY!?" Aki yelled, taking Kululu away from Keroro and started shaking him herself.

"Kukukuku!" Kululu laughed, a bit happy to be in Aki's soft hands. "I used some of Natsumi's old DNA to create a full bodied clone of her. I was gonna give it to Giroro as a little going away present; a little something to keep him company while he's away, but it looks like I made her a bit too...kukukuku, attached."

Aki dropped him on the ground, unable to think of any proper response to everything that had already happened today. Kululu got back on his feet and dusted himself off a bit as he finished his thought.

"She's too attached to Giroro to let anyone keep them apart. She won't stop this murderous rampage until Giroro admits that he loves her. But since Giroro's gone, I guess we'll just have to stay down here forever. Good thing I stacked up on curry packets just in case something like this would ever happen. We should be good for the next few months or so. Kukukuku!"

Everyone was far more scared and stressed out over all of this than anything that they'd ever been put through in the past. No one could think of any words to speak until Dororo broke the silence.

"Well, distressed and heartbroken clone girl or not, we can't stay hiding down here for too much longer! We have to get Fuyuki some help before he bleeds to death!" he said, finally getting the attention he deserves.

"Dororo's right!" Tamama courageously said. "We're not gonna let some Na-chi clone scared us away! We've got to help Fu-ki, and no one can get in our way!"

Just as Tamama finished, the door to the base burst open, letting all of the light of the hallway in and revealing a bent over silhouette of Natsumi holding an axe. Everyone screamed in fear when they saw her. She walked out of the light and into the dark base, showing everyone inside her murderous smile that scared each one of them more than before.

"HOW DID SHE GET DOWN HERE!?" Momoka screamed, facing Kululu, who showed no reaction to the situation. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID THAT YOU TURNED ON ALL OF YOUR BASE'S DEFENSES!"

"I did. She must've gotten past them. Remember, she's an exact clone of the original Natsumi. She has all of her old memories and fighting skills. Meaning that she must also already know how to get by all of our Keronian defenses. Kukukuku. Looks like we're dead for sure this time."

Natsumi continued to smile creepily at her new victims as she slowly let out a twisted laugh and ran towards the group of people with her axe in hand. Everyone scattered around the room while Dororo stayed where he was, prepared to protect Fuyuki from the danger that even he couldn't deny that he was also afraid of. He let these emotions pass as he jumped toward her with his blade and clashed it with her sharpened axe. The two clashed a few times before Natsumi kicked Dororo in the head, sending him flying into the wall and knocking him out.

"Dororo-sempai!" Tamama shouted before growing angry. "THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" he said in his usual angry voice. "TAMAMA IMPACT!"

He let out a massive wave of yellow energy out of his mouth that headed straight for the still laughing Natsumi clone. She rolled out of the way, causing the attack to fly past her and towards the injured Fuyuki. Everyone panicked when they saw Tamama's attack head down towards the boy and had no idea what they were supposed to do to save him. Keroro suddenly ran behind Tamama, grabbed hold of him around his waist and lifted him up off of the ground, causing the Tamama impact to swerve off into the air, blowing a giant hole in the roof.

Keroro took a breathe of relief before remembering that the crazy Natsumi clone was still there, ready to kill them all. Keroro had completely lost all hope by that time. His platoon could never stand up to Natsumi and win. She was just too powerful for any of them to stop.

'Oh, who am I kidding!' he thought in his last moment of desperation. 'We can't beat her. We couldn't beat her then and there's no way we can beat her now. The only one who could ever stand a chance against her was...'

"KERORO!" he heard from above, along with everyone else. They all looked over their heads to the hole in the roof, where they heard what sounded like a hoverboard coming in from outside. Their ears were proven correct when a Keronian on a hoverboard came flying in from above and flew straight down to where the Natsumi clone was standing. He pulled up on his board and jumped off, facing down the single worst memory of his life once again.

"Hello,...Natsumi." he said in a deep, angered voice.