A/N: What better time to bring a fic back from the dead than Halloween? Am I right? Well, don't count on frequent updates to Super SS II. I wanted to do something festive, but since Super Seven doesn't really have 'space', so to say, I had the choice of either making an entirely separate fic of just putting this chapter here.
I've included some Super Seven bits. Don't mind them. They're just parts that didn't make it into Super Seven for one reason or another.
Cereal Killer
After various events, the Magic God/former leader of terrorist group GREMLIN had turned into a 15 centimeter fairly-like being. Don't think too much on it.
Currently, this woman/god/fairy-thing was taking full advantage of her small stature. Bathing in a bowl filled with warm milk, she relaxed.
"This is rather nice."
Raising a leg in the air…
"Supposedly, this is good for my skin too."
…
Suddenly…
A shadow loomed over…
"Eh?"
An endless rain of Cheeri*s fell from above!
"EHHHH?-!"
Scooped up by a metal spoon, Othinus came face-to-face to a set of razor sharp teeth.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH-!"
Soylent
Later…
Kamijou Touma took Index aside for a "one-on-one" talk.
"So I heard you tried to eat a Magic God. Is that right?"
"That was an accident!"
Index answered innocently.
"Huh? An accident? I guess that settles that then-ACK!"
The unfortunate boy felt a kick on the back of his neck.
"I mean, this is a serious matter. Hilarious, but still serious. Don't ever do that again."
"Okay~!"
[ Touma: This enough? ]
[ Othinus: I really despise your lax attitude. ]
Turkey
"I'm really sorry! It was an accident, honest!"
Index made a joyful apology. She then offered various snacks and candy.
"Here! If it makes you happy, I'll give you some of my secret stash!"
( *Kamijou Touma's tips and tricks on how to deal with women, tip #4: If they seem angry, give them food. )
"Take as much as you want~!"
"…"
The Magic God gave a wide-eyed stare.
Is she trying to fatten me up…?-!
Hungry Eyes
Inside a dollhouse…
Othinus was lying in bed, trying to sleep.
Maybe I'm being paranoid... Even if that girl is always saying that she's hungry, there's no way she would go that far…
Right…?
Turning over…
The Magic God saw a giant eyeball staring intensely at her.
"…"
Turning back, she started sweating.
What is she planning…?-!
…
Backing up…
Kamijou Touma noted how Index affectionately watched over Othinus.
[ Touma: Aww, it's nice that they're getting along! ]
Sweet Dreams
Inside a nightmare…
Prey and predator were having an exchange.
"Oh my. What big eyes you have."
"It's because you've shrunk in size!"
"You seem to be licking your lips a lot too."
"It's because they're chapped!"
"And your teeth… they're awfully sharp…"
"Biting spiky hair will do that to ya!"
…
Othinus continued to sweat as she rolled around. She softly muttered while half-asleep.
'Why is it so hot?'
Love is the Best Seasoning
Voices from the Kamijou Residence…
[ "H-Huh? Index? Did you make Breakfast? That's rare!" ]
[ "Don't act so stunned! As a girl, I'd want to do something like this every now and then, right?" ]
[ "Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean it like that!" ]
[ "Hmph! Maybe I should eat everything by myself!" ]
[ "Ah, no. Please don't do that. I'm sorry." ]
[ "O~kay. Fine." ]
[ "So, what's in the oven? It smells delicious!" ]
[ "That's... a secret!" ]
[ "Nyyaa… nyaa…" ]
[ "Huh? Sphinx? You seem kinda frightened… I wonder why that is…" ]
Keeper of the Crypt
A thin bony hand closed the book to this somewhat disturbing tale.
The mummified High Priest wrapped up the segment with a dry grin.
"Well that was a… tasty development, don't you think?"
The wispy grey head tilted.
"I suppose you could call the meal they had that morning… GODLY?"
The High Priest threw his head back in laughter.
"Nihihihihihihihihihihi~!"
"That's it for me, ghouls and gals! Until next time! Rest in pieces!"
As the camera quickly backs out from a haunted house, the High Priest laughs manically.
[ "AHAHAHAHAHA~! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!" ]
Brainstorm
In an event that shall remain unexplained, a mysterious super director was attempting to craft a movie plot from scratch.
"Okay, we don't have a lot of time, so super simple ideas are preferable. Let's take this seriously now. Anyone have any suggestions?"
[ Accelerator ]
"A boy falls in love with a girl. Unable to confess, he is gifted with a deus ex machina with the girl's phone number. Never minding the strange area code, he immediately calls her, and-"
"Well meme'd senpai, but please shitpost somewhere else."
[ Sogiita Gunha ]
"A boy falls in love with a girl. Unable to confess, he is gifted with deus ex machina GUTS and confesses like one normally does."
"Same reasons as above. Rejected."
[ Kakine Teitoku ]
"A beetle falls in love with dark matter-"
"Screw it. We're doing horror."
Misaka Mikoto is Terrible!
In an event that shall remain unexplained, Misaka Mikoto became a gopher of sorts to the rest of the Level 5s. The girl carelessly dropped a bag of drinks on the table.
[ Teitoku: Did you get my yogurt? ]
"This is what was there. If you don't see what you want, deal with it."
Accelerator spoke up.
"Could you hand me a coffee?"
…
Misaka Mikoto blinked.
"Sure! Let me help you out!"
Taking out a can of black coffee, she held it out in front of the boy and pulled the tab for him. And after that…
She then started to pour the contents out onto the floor.
"…"
Raising the drink, she tipped it further until not a single drop was left.
"There!"
The girl smiled as she handed over the empty can.
"…"
Accelerator-kun's XX is on the Brink of Collapse
Accelerator was having issues with a certain "student".
"Saying that you're my 'biggest fan' doesn't make me particularly happy… And neither does being called 'teacher'. I don't know where this came from, but I think you have the wrong impression of me."
In response…
"Teacher… It might be a narrow minded view of things, but I have a great appreciation of you. While other guys only think of indecent things…"
"Teacher is different."
A darkness fell over Estelle Rosenthal's side of the room. Her eyes glazed over and her smile became almost static.
"Only Teacher is different."
"Teacher is real."
"Teacher is honest."
"Teacher is kind."
"Teacher is pure."
"Only Teacher is different from the other guys."
"That's why, I…"
The glassy stare continued even as she broke from her seat.
"Ah, sorry! I forgot I have to stop by somewhere!"
"Well then, see you again… Teacher."
…
For some reason, Accelerator now felt like he had a better understanding of the word 'fear'.
Spooky Fran
A girl in pajamas sifted through several stacks of papers. Behind her was one of those corkboards that had pinned photos with tightly wound strings that led from one picture to another.
There was a knock.
"Sorry, nobody down here but Academy City's most unwanted."
A certain unfortunate boy made his appearance.
"Fran? I'm Kamijou Touma. The two of us will be appearing in several scenes in NT17."
"Oh. It's nice to be suddenly so highly regarded. So, who did you tick off to get stuck with me? Kamachi? Haimura? Nagai?"
Sensing a bit of hostility, the boy attempted to show goodwill.
"Actually, I'm looking forward to working with you."
"Really now? I was under the impression that you were sent to spy on me."
Spooky Fran II
"I have a theory. Do you want to hear it?"
Kamijou Touma stared at Fran. He began to somewhat understand her eccentricity.
"I'm… assuming it's something crazy. Like, the Windowless Building is actually a highly advanced spaceship that's planned to take off into space at the end of the series."
…
Fran stared blankly.
And then an aura of ease emitted.
"Kamijou-san… should we be picking out china patterns after this?"
Spooky Fran III
Fran peeked through the blinds of a window.
"The truth is out there, Kamijou-san. But so are lies. Trust no one."
"Is your character really like this? I'm sure it's not. Anyone reading this, this probably isn't her character. Please don't get your hopes up."
"The Space Program is a potent symbol of progress and prosperity, but the government itself is suspect for self-sabotage. Recent failures with decreased spending of space exploration can only mean that there's a conspiracy, a conspiracy to deny us evidence."
"Evidence? Of what?"
"Alien civilization."
"Of course."
Fran continued.
"In this light, it only makes sense that Academy City has the answers. Academy City is the only place that can produce these answers, unseen and in the dark, free from the shadow organizations that control us all."
…
"Before we end this segment, is there anything else you want to add?"
"I want to believe."
"And that's it from us. See you in NT17."
[ A piano tune accompanied by whistling starts playing. ]
