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Angol Mois was thrown onto the cold steel floor of the room that would hold her.

"Augh!" She tried to move to the door before it was closed, but could not make it. She turned to the small window she had been given in her cell and attempted to break it, but without her Lucifer Spear, it was hopeless.

I can't even break this window... Escape is hopeless...she realized.

She needed time to think, anyway. Time to think about what had happened to Keroro and what had transpired between Kululu and her.

She curled up in the corner of her cold room and sobbed, sobbed for the lost life of her Uncle and out of guilt over her own feelings.

After crying herself tired, she eventually fell asleep, her body sore from her shaking and tears.

When she awoke, a thought struck her. Why am I not dead yet? She had threatened the Men in Black many times and she would have considered herself a great threat to Pekopon, meaning that she'd probably be killed upon capture. Yet, it had been hours and she hadn't heard a single bit of news toward her fate.

She became frightened. Was there something worse in store for her, then? If they weren't planning on killing her, what were they planning to do to her?

Mois let out a cry again, this time, frightened for herself. Somebody... please help me. Save me, she pleaded.

But she knew nobody could save her. She had been the Keronians' last hope of saving them, and now there was no one to be the same for her.

Admittedly I've always had this fantasy, a rather childish one, of being saved, Mois recalled as she thought to herself alone in her cell. She had a lot of time to think about how weak she currently was without her cell phone. She had no plans on how to get out, no ideas, nothing.

I wanted my Prince Charming to come riding on some white stallion and save me from something. Be it a monster, a hopeless mission, or even loneliness. But there is no Prince Charming coming for me here.She knew everybody she cared about was in the same position as her. Trapped, afraid for their own lives and the lives of others.

The Keronians probably had it worse. They had been there longer. I swore to myself I'd save them, right? That Kululu wouldn't go into any deeper despair... I may be in the same situation as him, captured, but I shouldn't just give up! I still have some things up my sleeve! Like... I'm sure the Men in Black will have more problems dissecting me than dissecting anyone else because I look like a Pekoponian.

I'm still better off than the rest of them. I can't just be waiting around for some stranger to save me. I need to stop that childish fantasy. I can't just give up.

I need to put my thoughts together, for all those who have died, and to save Kululu and any others who can be saved. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Now was not the time for fantasies. Fantasies wouldn't come true. She couldn't give up just because she had lost one battle. She needed to help Kululu.

If she gave up when she was so close to him, then Alisa and Keroro had died for nothing. She wouldn't let that happen.

Kululu... I will save you. Even if I'm captured and without my Lucifer Spear. I will figure out a way to save you, she vowed. She had to be strong this time. For Kululu.

And the first thing she did to try to be strong was actually try to examine her surroundings in the room that she had been thrown into.

When she had first arrived, she had just desperately pounded at the window, which she discovered quite soon was made out of a very strong material. If she had her Lucifer Spear, she would have taken care of it in seconds, but without it, she was useless.

She didn't have strength anymore, or the upper hand. They probably weren't even terrified of her, but she still had her head.

So she began looking around. The room was an average room that they had probably thrown her in until they figured out what to do with her. White room, white floor, and ceiling. There was a small cot to the left along with a sink and toilet.

Pretty classic layout. They hadn't put much thought into imprisoning her, that was clear.

She turned her head to the window. It was pretty small, much smaller than Kululu's window. It only gave a view of the corner of the hallway, and it seemed that she was next to other cells.

She couldn't see into those other cells, though.

I wonder if there are other aliens imprisoned here? she wondered. Perhaps Dororo, Giroro or Tamama were close by?

The window was useless for seeing into the other cells, so she looked around some more. She easily spotted a security camera in the top left corner of her room.

She frowned. She could feel her privacy already being violated, even though she was quite used to security cameras around her. It just didn't feel right if it wasn't Kululu's.

Her eyes spotted something that looked out of the ordinary, something that she hadn't spotted during her first eye sweep of the room - a ventilation shaft on the wall.

She jumped up to it, wondering if she could remove the grate so she could enter it. Unfortunately, she didn't have any tools on her, and couldn't.

"Darn," she cursed to herself.

She heard a hissing noise coming from the ventilation shaft... a very nostalgic hissing noise.

It didn't sound machine made, it sounded like someone hissing.

"Is someone there?" she asked again, even though she already suspected who was on the other end, perhaps the room next to her.

"Shut up, woman," said the hissing sound. Mois felt relief wash over her as she heard Tamama's voice.

"Tamama! You're okay!" She ignoring his hateful attitude toward her. "I'm so glad!"

"I'm not glad that you're okay. How did you survive this long? I thought you weren't captured, but I guess you blew that!" Tamama laughed at her pain.

Mois frowned. "I came here to rescue all of you, and I happened to get captured," she told him. "I... I was caught off-guard."

"You probably came here to steal Mr. Sergeant and win him over by saving his life. You wanted him for yourself and that was the reason you risked your life!" Tamama accused.

Mois was caught up in a wave of guilt and sadness when Keroro was mentioned again.

"Never mind that." She dismissed it, not wanting to talk about Keroro. "What have they been doing to you? Please tell me the situation! Maybe if we put our heads together, we can escape!"

"You admitted it! You're trying to get Mr. Sergeant back! To steal him for yourself!" Tamama sounded horrified. "I would never work with you. So shut up, woman," he told her again.

"But... Tamama..." she tried to beg. But Tamama did not answer her. At first, she thought something had happened to the tadpole, but then she realized he was just ignoring her.

She sighed and sat down on the floor. How could she figure out a plan if Tamama wouldn't pool information with her? How could she help him if he refused to listen to her?

She tried to talk to him several more times, but he never answered.

Soon enough, Mois realized her cell wasn't soundproof like Kululu's. She tried peering out the window, waiting for the Men in Black to show up and tell her what they had planned for her.

Instead, they stood in front of Tamama's cell. She couldn't see Tamama, but she could see them.

"All right. Remember the deal. If you give us the information on Keron that we want, we'll show you Keroro," they told him.

Give up information on Keron? But Tamama's a loyal Keronian soldier! They're all loyal Keronian soldiers! They'd never give up their secrets! Mois thought to herself, but she heard Tamama answer them.

"I'll do anything if I get to see Mr. Sergeant again," he responded before telling them a bit about his home planet.

Mois felt a knot tighten in her stomach. If Tamama was really giving up his home world's secrets for Keroro, then the poor Keronian hadn't been told that he was dead.

How could he see Keroro if Keroro was dead?

"Good job," the Men in Black told Tamama. "Now... Sadly you'll only be able to shake his hand. Maybe you'll get to see more of him tomorrow?"

"Anything. As long as he's safe," Tamama responded.

A shudder of horror went through Mois as she saw Keroro approach Tamama, but not a living Keroro. He was quite clearly dead. His eyes were soulless and lifeless, yet... he moved. She could see little strings attached to all his joints as the Keronian that she had once embraced as her uncle had been turned into a taxidermized puppet.

She knew that Tamama couldn't see from his cell the men in black control Keroro, the rest of him besides his hand. Keroro reached out his lifeless arm into Tamama's cell and she could only assume that they were holding hands for a moment.

He couldn't see the Men in Black pulling the strings. He didn't know that Keroro was dead.

"Nooo... That's too cruel..." she cried. They must have had to do something to ensure that he wouldn't rot. Skinning him, tanning him, and then rebuilding him. The whole taxidermy shebang all so he could be their puppet.

There was no longer a soul inside of him. He was just a thing. Not even a living being.

"What do you mean it's too cruel? Mr. Sergeant wants to see me and not you! It's not too cruel!" Tamama hissed, finally responding to Mois.

"Gas the Angolian. She could be a problem in our interrogation. Sleeping through this should be fine for her," an agent ordered.

Angol Mois saw the white walls transform into leaking pipes. The sleeping gas hit her and she fell onto the floor, no longer a bother to Tamama.

I have to tell him... He can't just go on not knowing about Uncle. Feeling his dead hand hoping that he'll someday see the rest of him. He deserves to know the truth, she decided before blacking out.

"I bet you're jealous, aren't you?" She heard Tamama's voice awaken her. He was boasting. "That's why you exploded at the Men in Black. You came here to save Mr. Sergeant, to win his love, yet I already won it."

"Y-you did?" She hadn't been aware that anything had been going on between Tamama and Keroro. The news of Keroro's death would be even harder on him, then.

"Mr. Sergeant felt sorry for me, all the torture I was going through. I was stronger than you. I could go through those things! I heard it when you arrived here. All you did was cry," Tamama pointed out. "Mr. Sergeant wanted to protect me. He chose me. Not you." His voice began quivering. "A-and... And if you were in my position, it wouldn't mean... that he would have chosen you... H-he didn't just feel sorry for me. It was because I was me! He'll tell me that when he gets back from what those Men in Black want from him!" She could sense fear in Tamama's voice. He was afraid that Keroro didn't love him.

"I'm sure he chose you because he loved you." She tried to comfort Tamama. He didn't need to be crying before getting the really bad news.

"Stop pitying me, woman!" Tamama yelled. "Be jealous! Be what I had to be for years, thanks to you!" he screamed. "Or do you believe Mr. Sergeant will throw me away when he finds out you came here to save him? Are you that confident in your bond?"

"He won't throw you away, Tamama," she tried to reassure him. A false promise because Keroro couldn't throw anyone away in the state he was in. "Tamama... I didn't come to save just him. I came to save all of you! I didn't want any of you to be tortured by the Pekoponians. Not Uncle, not you, not Kululu..." She stopped at Kululu's name, thinking about her friend again. Was he doing better? Unlike Tamama, who was to discover the person he cared about was dead, Kululu had discovered that Mois was really alive. She hoped he was much better because of that.

"Kululu?" Tamama noticed the pause. She could tell his face had scrunched up. "Is that why you're suddenly so supportive of me and Mr. Sergeant? Because you've moved on, like the whore you are?"

"N-no!" she denied. She really didn't want to talk to Tamama about her feelings for Kululu and how she had only realized them after Keroro had died. It was all kinds of messed up and she was still working around that.

"Listen... Tamama..." she said, "I wanted to talk to you about Uncle... About what you're doing, giving up Keronian information just to see a little bit of him... A handshake here... Perhaps a quick glance... It's wrong."

"Oh? So you are jealous!" Tamama seemed to be back in gloating mode again. "He would have done the same for me. Betraying Keron. So he deserves the same respect. Keron is nothing to me compared to him."

"Tamama... It's not him that you're seeing," she finally said. "I could see out of my window and it wasn't him. Not really."

"Wh-what do you mean? It really is him!" Tamama shouted out in anger.

"Then why hasn't he talked to you?" she asked. "Tamama... The truth is... Uncle's dead. I saw him die."

Tamama screamed. Loudly. "You're lying!"

"When I infiltrated this facility, they wanted to trap me. So they lured me out with his screams as they tortured him. When I got there, they rewarded me for finding him by killing him. I'm... I'm sorry..." He deserved the full truth about his death, and that it was partially her fault.

"WOMAN! You evil monster!" Tamama screamed. "No! He can't be dead! That can't be true!" he sobbed. "You! You... killed him!" She heard him break into sobs.

"I... I didn't... But I guess it was partly my fault. He died because of me. Because he was important to me."

She could hear Tamama thrashing around in his cell.

"Tamama?" she asked, trying to keep her voice soothing. "I'm sure he loved you as much as you loved him... Please calm down."

"I will never calm down! You took away my only happiness! When Mr. Sergeant and I were finally together, YOU came in and ruined it again! I'll ruin you someway!" he vowed. "I hate you! I'll kill you, and if I can't do that, and die trying, I'll haunt you beyond the grave! I'll haunt your nightmares, I'll haunt your life! I'll make you miserable!"

She could hear Tamama's angry yelling, but unlike the fit of a child, it sounded like actual threats. She felt so sorry for Tamama, so she decided for once to be quiet. To let him just cry.

Deep down, Tamama knew Mois wasn't lying. Keroro's fingers had been so cold when he had grasped his hand. So lifeless. He hadn't wanted to believe something was wrong, that Keroro would return to him, but the truth was clear. Keroro had died so Mois could be captured.

Tamama sobbed and sobbed into his knees. Noo... I... I don't want to be without you, Mr. Sergeant... The torture he had endured was too much for him. He was afraid to go through it again, and more importantly, he was afraid to be without Keroro.

Keroro was his whole life. His love. And he had been taken away by Angol Mois.

I'll punish her. My vows won't be nothing... Tamama looked at his arms and bit into them until his wrists were bleeding. He tried not to wince in pain.

It was the best he could do in the circumstances. He put his finger into the blood that was his arm and started writing on the walls.

Please... Dissect me in front of that woman. That is my only wish. I'm sure it works with your deal - you can't hurt me if I'm already dead.

P.S. Make sure to make it gruesome, the message read.

Without Keroro there, was no reason for Tamama to be there. So he took a deep breath and turned to his bed. Tying up his sheets into a noose, he threw them up to the grate to hang it like a rope. He then fitted his neck into the middle hole.

I hope this haunts her nightmares enough. That horrible woman, Tamama thought to himself. He knew she was a kind soul, and that was why his death would take a toll on her. It would be all his fault.

And that was the last bit of happiness he felt before hanging himself.

The Men in Black found Tamama's body in the morning.

"Sh-should... we abide by his last wish? We don't usually give them a last request before death..." one of them asked.

"Yeah, and who is 'that woman'?" another one said.

"Agent Mutsumi's report says it's the Angolian girl. I suppose as long as we dissect him, it doesn't matter where we do it... So let's do it in front of her cell," one of them suggested. They might as well go through with the Keronian tadpole's last wish.

So they carted the body away to the window in front of Mois's cell.

"Hey! Angolian!" One of the Men in Black banged on her door. Mois woke up as she felt ropes around her. The Men in Black were dragging her away from her cell.

She struggled, tried to struggle free, but it was to no avail.

"Don't worry. You aren't going to be killed. We want to show you something." The agents sat her down in a new room, a dissection room.

Mois peered over to the table they were surrounding, a navy blue leg resting on the table. It was Tamama's.

"Did you say anything to prompt his death?" an agent asked. "Because if so, congratulations! You killed him! He committed suicide thanks to you."

Mois's lip began to quiver. "Wh-what...? B-but... No... T-Tamama wouldn't do that. He wanted to harm me... not die!" She remembered his last words to her.

"Oh, and harm you, he will. His last message was for us to show you the process of dissecting him. Would you like to see all his insides? His organs? His eyes being plucked out of his skull? After we're done with him, he'll be less recognizable than a chicken WcNugget." They laughed.

Mois shook. "I-it... It's isn't my fault. D-don't do this... I didn't want him to die... I don't want to see..." she begged. But they strapped her to a chair, anyway.

"You'll be getting a special presentation now, brought to you by that Tamama fellow. Keep your eyes open, or we'll have to open them for you," they threatened. Just as a precaution, they taped her eyes open.

She could not see anything except them slicing open Tamama's lifeless body. She screamed several times, but her screams faded to crying pretty quickly.

She watched. As they promised, Tamama became no more. It was done with more violence than any other dissection she had witnessed. She couldn't bear to think about how Tamama had been yelling at her a little while ago.

Some of Tamama's guts splashed onto her, but she couldn't move. She couldn't remove her eyes from the body that was in front of her.

She just cried.

She was moved back to her room after the deed was done. She just quivered and shook, wrapping herself up in a blanket.

She had to hand it to Tamama, though. He would definitely be in her nightmares. Now, and forever. He had imprinted himself on her mind. And because of him, she didn't know when she would sleep.

She cried. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to kill you... I didn't mean to kill Uncle either..." She tried to apologize, but it was too late.

They were both dead.