Floor IV: Moge-ko and Hasu

The fourth floor. It was this particular floor that Defect dreaded coming to. At least he might run into his good friend Hasu here, and they can have a nice friendly chat. Right now, though, he just wanted to find the elevator ASAP. He would hate to run into...

Unfortunately, Yonaka decided to take her sweet time and talk to all the Mogekos here. He kept quiet to be nice, but he really didn't like talking to the people on this floor. All they did was talk about how awful and pointless life is- far too cynical for his tastes. Though they had an understandable reason- this floor is pretty much the dumping ground for the defects from other floors. If they weren't already broken, they would be when they meet the executioner.

Ohhh... the Mogeko executioner. Why was that damn demon brought into this world? 'Lord Prosciutto' must have a sick sense of humor.

"I-It's okay guys. She won't be mad if we behave." Yonaka replied: "That's right. Just keep your hands to yourself and we'll be just peachy!" Defect shuddered- he knew all too well who they were really referring to...

"It's been an... interesting floor so far." said Yonaka. Defect found that a little funny. "You should come on Taco Tuesdays... though I doubt they do that anymore." Not since her creation: words cannot describe that girl's hatred of tacos and all things Mexican. She reminded him of that blonde human politician that's always on the news he watches recently; yellow, childish brats who were somehow given important positions of authority and use it to bully everyone else. Come to think of it, that describes their king as well. He regarded them all with the same contempt.

As they walked through a long corridor, Defect figured that he should explain the situation in this floor. "A certain person controls this floor..."

"What kind of person?" asked Yonaka.

"It's ruled by... Moge-ko." A little girl apparently created to be the ultimate high school girl- a sex slave, basically. Yet for some reason, she had a vicious personality. He didn't really know the story behind her creation, and could only guess as to why. "Moge-ko's a real scoundrel. Never seen her in person, but..." But he's heard stories. Awful, awful stories. Mostly from Hasu.

Well, here they were at the elevator. And no sign of the blonde furry demon.

"E-elevator?" asked Yonaka.

"Only goes from this floor to the next. We can take it to floor five."

"Only these two floors?"

"Moge-ko forced them to make it... I think." Most likely to allow easy access to that monster she's got on the fifth floor.

"It looks like we'll be able to proceed without meeting Moge-ko." said Yonaka. "Yeah, that's a relief." replied Defect.

"You called?"

Knew I shouldn't have said anything, thought Yonaka.

With a bright red flash, the feared Queen and executioner of the Mogekos appeared, seeking her next victims.

"Ahah... Ahahahah! Hellooooo there!" So this was Moge-ko. She looked like a pretty normal girl, but Defect knew better than to judge by appearances.

"Eheheh! Hello, hello, nice to meet you! It's me, the loveable Moge-ko!"

"If you don't like Moge-ko, then you diiiie!"

Needless to say, they hightailed it out of there.

After that ridiculousness, they wandered around the castle to find an alternate exit. Eventually they came to a bar. In it were a bunch of Mogekos even more depressed than the others. The whole endeavor made Defect sick to his stomach- he'd really just like to get the hell out of there.

"Yummy prosciutto! Praise be to prosciutto!" said a Mogeko in the bar.

"At least one of them is happy." said Yonaka. But she figured she'd have to make this one cry, too. Now that Moge-ko's on their tail, they would need supplies more than ever.

She took the prosciutto and ran, ignoring the cries as she had done before.

They entered Moge-ko's disgustingly cutesy room, and headed to a room on the left.

Upon seeing the contents of that room, Defect swore he could feel his heart snapping in half. Hasu was chosen as Moge-ko's latest victim, and hung there crucified.

"Well," explained Hasu, "I didn't think I'd get caught either."

He told them the story of how he was just in the church, preaching the word of Lord Prosciutto, when Moge-ko suddenly barged in
and killed all his subjects before taking him prisoner. It seemed she just decided to go after him one day. He's been there, being mercilessly beaten by her ever since.

But at last, he was ready. Now that he finally got to speak to his friend one last time, he no longer felt the need to hold on. "I think... this is it for me... I wanted to play with you all again... But it's all right."

Thus, Hasu ascended to heaven.

"Poor guy," remarked Yonaka. "He-he's already dead. Yo, let's go check out this book!" Again with the insensitivity.

Distracted, Yonaka walks out the room... and right into Moge-ko's grasp.

Awake again. This time, she steps away from the door.

She thought about what she had experienced. That... was beyond horrible. That was pure torture. And it seemed like it would never end.

Hasu... is this the "true torture" he suffered? The poor creature...

...If Moge-ko were to find his corpse... there's no telling what horrible things she'd do to it. No, Yonaka would not give that brat the pleasure.

She took her knife, and with it mangled Hasu's corpse beyond repair.

"Wha...MISSY?!"

"...I did him a mercy. Moge-ko won't wanna 'play' with him anymore."

"...Really... well, I guess we don't really have the time to argue about this."

So they pressed on. Though, in the back of Defect's head, he was experiencing a horrible confusion. 'Missy' was kind of a jerk, but he didn't recall her ever going that far. She did it as a mercy, she claimed... still, he was beginning to have doubts about his new companion.

"...He was my friend, you know," he said in an attempt to guilt-trip her.

"It must be hard losing someone so important to you." replied Yonaka.

They mostly grunted and grumbled. Of course there would be some... strong feelings about what just happened. Yet still, now was not the time to argue about the questionable morality of Yonaka's actions. They had to leave, now or never.