Note: This chapter is set on Earth-YY-1 (the Yuru Yuri universe). If you want context, read chapter 41 and Kill La Kill: Season 2 chapters 41, 42, and 46.

The Song And Dance Man looked at Ganger suspiciously. After a bit of thinking, he asked him something.

"How do you know who we are?"

"Oh, that's easy," replied Ganger. "I read your minds."

He turned towards Dr. Inumuta. "Y'know, Glasses, you look familiar. You see..." He paused, stroked his chin, and continued. "Well, actually, it's too complicated to explain right now. You probably wouldn't understand."

Inumuta glared at him. "I think I'm smart enough to understand whatever you tell me, child. I'm a psychiatrist."

"I know. Like I said, I read your mind. And I'll have you know, I'm fifteen. Anyway, I've decided that I'll help you with taking over this universe. It seems like fun!" Ganger laughed. "Oh, and what a fine July day to murder children!"

The Song And Dance Man would have smiled, if his mouth had been showing. "It certainly is! I-" He paused. "Wait. Did you say July?"

"Yeah. July, 2017. Not when I came here, but that's what the month is now."

"...We came here in AUGUST, 2016! WE'VE BEEN HERE A DAY!"

The Song And Dance Man snapped his fingers, causing a folder to materialize out of thin air. He flipped through it. "Holy fuck, we time-skipped."

"We what?" asked Inumuta, confused. He was knowledgeable in many things, but time wasn't one of them.

The Song And Dance Man sighed. The folder disappeared. "This universe's time works differently than our universes'. The fourth wall is exceptionally thin here as well. Let's just do what we need to do and go. This place is freaking me out."

"You go on ahead," said Ganger. "I'll be with you in a minute."

The Song And Dance Man, Dr. Inumuta, and poor young Chinatsu (who was rather traumatized at this point) walked down the hallway. Ganger went into the back of the classroom. He lay down on a desk, staring up at the ceiling.

"Another child died today, Yuno. He was terrified. In that moment, I wished I could merge with his fear and slip into a saccharine foreverscream. But this is my duty. Yuno, have you stopped swallowing that cyanide? Have you ever looked in that box? When was the last time you tasted what you were swallowing? You shuffling, bumbling, crusty, dumb fuck bitch, Yuno. If I pelted you with rocks, who would hear the dumb screams? If I set myself on fire and smothered you, who would die first? You're a tumor, Yuno, but Deus made cancer, just like he made cyanide, except I bought the cyanide. Does that make me more than a man?"

As Ganger's madness and memories surfaced, he continued his vile ranting.

"They called you a 'psychopath', but they will never drink from the fat and rotten juices, they are unfit to be in the Kingdom Of Heaven And Hell, Yuno. You are cut from the nape of the Earth, you little bitch," he said. His voice was calm, almost nostalgic.

"You stumble home drunk and your bits are all cut away. Did you let someone get to them? Did you snip them off yourself? You won't tell me. Instead, you sit in front of the television, sagging and staring at a romantic comedy. Your bits are still bleeding. Chunks soak into the upholstery. You'll be fine tomorrow, Yuno."

He smiled.

"You live here, Yuno. You are in between the walls and the beams, but you live here. I breathe you in, sometimes. It makes me remember innocence. I scream and shake outside of the shower. I try to step in, but I slip on a contraceptive. I catch a glimpse of you on the way down, just outside of the door frame. Your smile all pus and burn scars. Whose face will it be tomorrow? Yuno, I am your keeper."

He sat up and looked out the window. Chinatsu's classmates were staring at the white dome the Song And Dance Man had created around the schoolyard. He noticed one girl in particular: Yui, a tomboy with short, dark hair. She reminded Ganger of himself, back when he was still Yuki.

"A thousand shifting fever dreams couldn't molest my love and hate for you, Yuno. It runs through the wires, and the cogs, and the paper cuts, and the rabbit costume. It died a year ago. It's pumped up again from a rotten river bottom and vomited onto naked little bodies. Can I remove myself from its fate?"

Ganger laughed sickeningly. It sounded like a cat choking.

"They pick at you like a great big feast. Yuno, your bulbous thoughts were always clear. I just didn't want to hear. But now, it doesn't matter. Now, you will see tomorrow. A thousand million living things melted for you. A hundred thousand writhing tongues coming from you. It's a wonderful world and this is all that there is. Tell me you're happy, you foul, diseased slut. Tell me to sleep."

He stared at the children. A blonde girl, who he recognized from Chinatsu's memories as her friend, Kyouko, cried. She knew that none of the girls would survive the horrors that were hunting them. Yui comforted her.

"Strive for your next breath, you rotting cunt. Believe that with it you can do more than with the last one. Use your breath to power your capacities: capacity to hate, to kill, to destroy."

The girls were speaking to a woman about what to do. Her name was Nana, and she was their science teacher. Ganger thought it strange that they called her by her first name.

"And just where did your capacities come from, Yuno? Why did you always go where I wanted and did what I said, with a grumble in your wake and a hiss of incompetence with each step you took?"

A red-haired girl, Akari, was standing a few meters away from the others. They didn't even seem to notice. Her eyes were dull and unhappy.

"Perhaps you're just running a fool's errand, doing everything as I've planned, never able to change your course. You would do well to believe that I know it isn't much unlike how you can't change your course of thought - being 'Yukiii' after 'Yukiii' - just as I can't decipher the chaotic motion of your thought process for each bubble that comes to par, motions against me - your valued lover - for a choice circumstance."

Two girls, Sakurako and Himawari, were talking about something. Ganger couldn't hear what it was, but he suspected it had something to do with their feelings towards each other.

"Or, perhaps, that is not the case."

Ganger clenched his teeth. His "breathing", for lack of a better term for the hissing that would occasionally come from his mouth, became faster and more erratic.

"Perhaps, you are doing what you were meant to do. Your animalistic mentality screams for vengeance and thrives on the love that I could hardly endure. I had many times beckoned to you to get a life and find other interests, to love me when necessary, but to always love is your jurisdiction. Did you care about me, or did you use me as an excuse? An excuse to exist in a world where your merits are ill-conceived and nigh impossible for the demands that plague your everyday insane life. A world where violence is only a fit of jealousy. A haze of laughter to come, but you and I both know what truly you wish for in that abrasion of what is normality."

Two silver-haired twin girls, Chitose and Chizuru, embraced each other.

"Your brothers and sisters, your fellow orphans, are constantly fighting for life on the streets outside. Every breath, every motion brings them one instant closer to their death. With that kind of heritage and destiny, how can you deny yourself? How can you expect yourself to give up violence?"

A purple-haired girl, Ayano, joined Yui in comforting Kyouko.

"It is our nature."

Another dark-haired girl, a slightly older one named Rise, was looking up at Nana. It was clear that she loved her.

"Did you feel free, Yuno?"

Nana had said something to the girls that had calmed them down somewhat.

"Yuno, if I removed your head, would it float in water? And in formaldehyde, just as well? Would you tell me you loved me with holes all through your jaw? Would you undulate a sickly hate for those who would take me away from you out from beneath those shimmering puncture wounds? In spite of the answers, I am luculent. You, Yuno, are the one who's mad. Gone from pure insanity to a thin mask of normalcy, a mockery of child and woman. Your eardrum-piercing 'Yukiii's leaking into open air like mustard gas, making me question the meanings of love and hate. Now I know they are two sides of the same cyanide pill."

Ganger sat up. He had an idea. He got off the desk. His bones cracked as they shrunk in size. He didn't feel pain anymore.

"They stretched your hide across the Earth out of a wretched love for you. It tore at the seams but never ripped apart, covering me like a child, over and over. Through the folds I saw your infinite faces snarling and laughing. My tormentor. My play pet. At the precipice of the elevator, in school bombings past and future, I reached out for you. I grasped your bubbling silhouette, bathed in a roar of lustful flame. And I recognized dimly that somewhere nearby, yet also insurmountable, I did not make this choice."

His hair grew out and turned pink. His clothes, formerly a sleeveless white shirt and black pants, changed into a schoolgirl's uniform. He now looked exactly like Chinatsu.

"In spite of that, Yuno, I want to ask you," he said in Chinatsu's voice. "Do you bleed?"

Note: Readers who browse /co/ might realize that Ganger's rant was a parody of a certain creepy Garfield thread~