I never created Sailor Moon.
Mimete began to glance from lab rats to the other Witches 5. Were they really so different from one another? Frowning, Mimete recalled them playing pranks on one another occasionally. Then again, so did she. Putting snails in lockers. Tacks in shoes.
Mimete walked to her locker as she tried to figure out which celebrity to attack. Her eyes settled on a handful of photos. They widened.
There were several tiny holes on every picture. Eyes were mostly gone. The same with mouths.
Tears formed in Mimete's eyes before she glowered. She tensed after she approached Tellu with Viluy and Cyprine. ''You're terrible! Wrecking my pictures!'' Mimete viewed them tilting their heads to the sides. Exchanging glances. Frowning.
''I wasn't near your photos,'' Viluy said.
''We were busy,'' Cyprine said while she continued to frown.
After Mimete turned to her locker, she saw two lab rodents by the pictures. Chewing on every photo. Her eyes flew open. Mimete ran to the tank where she viewed them earlier. Weren't there seven rats? She couldn't exactly remember.
Mimete's eyes remained wide even when the Witches 5 scowled and surrounded her slowly.
THE END