The next day, Nichi woke up early and said nothing to the people around her.
Nichi: Ugh...
She put on a black dress and small coat that didn't drop beneath her chest, she put on a hat, and left the apartment.
Nichi: This won't be fun...
She kept walking down the street, until she reached the basilicom, she went inside.
Nichi: Hello?
She was approached by Etsel, who was in similar attire.
Etsel: I'm glad you could make it, Nichi.
Nichi: Who all showed up?
Etsel: Come on.
She took Nichi into the main room, many people were there.
Etsel: Michelle.
Sitting in one of the benches was Michelle, in a plain, black dress, a black hat on her head.
Michelle: Oh, Etsel.
Etsel: How are you holding up?
Michelle: I'm okay.
Etsel: Come on, sit up in front.
Michelle: O-okay.
Similar exchanges were had throughout the room with, Cave, Wry and Gia, Teth, Ifrit, and each CPU, some declining sitting in front, others seeming rather reluctant.
Nichi: When is it starting?
Etsel: In about ten minutes.
They sat for a while, and spoke with eachother rather bleakly, then when Histoire came into the room, and turned on a mic, they all remembered why they were there.
Histoire: Thank you all for coming, the memorial service for Mitsui Christine Maxwell will begin shortly.
The room dropped into silence, after about a minute, Histoire spoke again.
Histoire: Here today, we show our final gratitude towards Mitsui, her actions, undoubtedly saved Gamindustri, multiple times over,giving her life, not once, but twice to save this world. Each CPU is in debt to this one girl, and there is no way to repay it, Mitsui's sister, Etsel, has a few words to say.
Etsel got up and walked over to Histoire and adjusted a mic on a stand in front of her.
Etsel: My sister, did a lot. She helped save Leanbox, Lowee, and Planeptune in the same month, and Lastation later, she was important, to more than just me, she was important to everyone in this world.
She started tearing up.
Etsel: My sister, always knew what was the right thing to do, she was active, energetic, and overall, an incredibly nice and caring person. As she used to say before we came to the surface "We have to work, until all are one, and one, is all." However... Her death was inevitable. She was a guardian, who was very aware of her own mortality. My sister, Mitsui, was a young soul, she was the meager age of twenty. And for her, I'll Go one, protecting each and every one of you until the day I die.
She nodded, and walked back to her seat.
Etsel: Phew...
A few more people spoke, Cave, Teth, and Mas, but while that was happening, no one noticed other people slowly entering, first, there was Aylife, then, came Ketsuy, Lu, and April, then came Daku, and Utsuro. But what no one noticed truly, was the very last person to come in, minutes before it all ended.
Michi: I'm... Sorry. Mitsui, forgive me.
As it ended, she vanished.
Etsel: Thank you all for coming.
Michelle: It's okay.
Nichi: It's the least I could do.
Cave: She wasn't just my employee, you know that.
Etsel: Right.
About an hour and a half later, Nichi entered the apartment.
Nichi: I'm back!
It was all strangely silent, she noticed a perfectly blue rose on a table, next to a note.
Nichi: Huh?
She picked it up, and started reading.
Nichi: "Nichi, sorry for being so sudden, it's about time we got back to Auroura Academy, this was supposed to be a day-job, but, six months is too long to stay any longer, again, sorry for leaving you like this, X paid off the next few months on the apartment, so you can stay for a while, it was awesome meeting you. -Aylife"
She flipped it around and found more.
Nichi: "It was cool meeting you, Nichi, let's try and see eachother again, maybe a date? -Firodile" "Take care of yourself Nichi, no matter what happens, we'll root for ya'! -April" "Make sure to be safe, for us. -X" "Arigato, for the fun, Nichi, it was nice meeting you and spending time with you, though brief. -Maro"
She gasped.
Nichi: "P.S. If you ever want a chance to talk to us again, call this phone number."
She pulled out a phone quickly and dialed the number on the paper.
Nichi: Come on, pick up...
The line answered.
?: Auroura Academy principal's office, Adam Revine Styles, speaking.
Nichi: Hello?
Adam: Ah, you must be Nichi, my students told me all about you.
Nichi: Yes, that's me.
Adam: Aylife informed me to send you a link to an external website for your phone, I'll text it to your number, have a good day.
He hung up.
Nichi: Huh? It's already here.
She opened a message and touched the link in it, her internet opened and there was what seemed to be a chatbox, at the bottom, text read. "Auroura Academy, external private chatroom, one member online, five members offline.
Nichi: Huh... How am I already logged in, as myself, no less...
She sat down and stared at it for a second, then turned off her phone.
Nichi: Great. At least I didn't lose those friends...
Earlier...
US-Sans: Stop giving me shit.
Error!Pap: Ugh, I don't want to see those idiots.
US-Sans: Get over it, we're checking on them.
They went through a wall, but didn't find what they were expecting, they found Error and Geno, sitting next to eachother, each looked faint.
Geno!Sans: There it goes, the last of our life-force, did you feel it?
Error!Sans: Yeah...
Geno!Sans: Error?
Error!Sans: Yeah, Geno?
Geno!Sans: It was nice to meet you.
Error!Sans: You too.
They closed their eyes as Underswap Sans ran over to them.
US-Sans: Shit...
Geno!Sans faded away and Error started to as well, but Underswap Sans stuck his hand into Error's chest and it started glowing.
US-Sans: I won't let BOTH of you die!
Error started coming back, but different, the glow filled the room.
Error!Sans: Where am I...? And what's up with this outfit!?
The glow faded.
US-Sans: Is that you, Error?
He looked like a regular Sans, with white bones, except, he was wearing a black cloak tied across his chest with ropes, he had a frayed hood, and a scythe on his back.
Error!Sans: Yeah...
Error!Pap: With the whole body change, we ought to give you a new name, since you're tied to Nichi now.
Error!Sans: How about...
He looked at them and grinned.
Error!Sans: "Reaper Sans"?