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Session 54

Glass Walls pt 2: Out of Control

Olrumon did a double take.

For as possible as this revelation could be, it still didn't quite make sense to him.

"So how did you figure this out?" he inquired, only for Chacha to just roll her eyes and laugh.

"I am a robot. What did you expect?" Chacha answered and returned her attention to the left wall of the room.

"Uh…" Olrumon responded as he debated in his head on how to respond to this. "True I guess?"

As the rabbit said that, Chacha mumbled something under her breath. For as nice Olrumon's optimism was, it felt quite disconnected from this whole mess. Not that it would be the first instance of it.

"Since we have quite a distance to travel, I would like to tell you a story." Chacha explained as she headed towards the left wall, proceeding to slam her arm blade into the dirt. She then pulled it back out, revealing a second glass hallway. "That way, you can get to know me better."

"Sure." Olrumon answered and walked over to the android. Once the two were in close proximity, they headed off.

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Our story begins with a box in a monotone world.

For some time, the contents of the box had stood silent, waiting for some sort of purpose to its currently pointless existence. Had it known the series of events that would soon occur, maybe it would have attempted to rewrite its own history. Not that it really could, especially with the 'past' in a state of quasi-existence that's really hard to explain. Imagine a series of chapter drafts, all of which complete and edited. Now never post them, instead occasionally just doing small edits so it doesn't get deleted by ffnet's weird time limit for drafts. And then accidentally lose part of it, forcing you to replace with what you hope will make sense.

That is pretty much the simplest of explanations to describe her state of memories. While this problem does have a 'solution', solving it brings forth more devastating consequences than solutions. Like accidentally 'destroying' this timeline and having to rebuild it, running right back into the same problem as before.

While the author was continuing his monologue, the box had disappeared and revealed the currently 'comatose' Chacha.

Initiating boot-up sequence…

Boot-up complete.

Loading personality routine program...

Loading complete.

Disabling HUD...

Hud disabled.

Awakening...

Chacha opened her eyes.

"So I'm back here again?" she thought and took her surroundings in. Once more she found herself back at Mahora and dress in the school uniform. More specifically, she stood at the far edge of a cobblestone plaza with her former abode far off behind her in the distance. And while she couldn't quite remember the exact location she had came from, something told her it wasn't exactly here. Once she was done with that, she gave her an arm a slight tap. Instead of the usual metal tap she had expected, there was no sound. "Now what?"

"Meow!"

Chacha looked downwards, finding a black cat staring at her. Strangely, it was cradling a ringing flip phone in its jaw.

"Uh thanks?" the 'human' whispered as she gave the kitty a casual pet. Afterwards, she took the phone out of the feline's jaw and flipped it open. "Hello?"

Silence.

"Is there anyone there?"

Still silence.

"What do you want with me?"

Silence, followed by the beep. Chacha reluctantly closed the phone and shoved it somewhere on her person. As long as she had it, there wasn't much of a preference for the location of it.

"If this is the past, I probably should just head to class anyway." Chacha thought and took a deep breath. The 'human' then casually jogged from the plaza to the building, making sure to keep a low profile and not catch the attention of anyone else. Which was a task much easier than one would expect it to be. Especially when one was currently in a world where anything weird was considered normal.

First grader teaching a bunch of teenagers? Perfectly acceptable!

Said teacher having every girl in his personal harem? Not only accepted, encouraged by his superiors!

Ghosts, robots, vampires and all sorts of weird and unique people that make one question what they won't allow in? Absolutely.

In many ways, Mahora seemed to be a magnet for all things weird. Today was no different. Even as Chacha trudged her way into the entrance of the building, she continued to keep her facade up. Even within the stucco hallway leading to the classroom, she couldn't allow herself to give anything away.

"It'll be alright." Chacha thought and took a deep breath. "Somebody at class will definitely know what's going on."

It didn't take her that long to reach her destination after that. Especially with the door looking ready to give up and fall to the floor. She casually opened it and gazed inside. The classroom was just like she remembered it, with a set of bleachers that nearly went all the way up the wall. Strangely, it's only occupants were fifteen other girls and some silver-haired boy. Of all the girls there, her gaze focused on the one with dark brown hair tied into a long ponytail. And yet, Chacha decided to not sit beside her. Instead, she decided to just sit in the back row near the creepy white-haired girl with a red tear tattoo thing on the left side of her face for some reason. Not that it really mattered to the 'human', currently focusing her gaze on the empty desk with a note on it. She snatched it off the desk, giving it a quick glance. While there was

"What's on the paper?" the girl accused and got ignored by Chacha, who shoved it in the same pocket as her phone.

"None of your business." Chacha responded, only for her 'opponent' to laugh.

"Refusing is not a good idea. For I have a complaint that's need to be addressed."
If both parties knew what would happen next, would it have changed the outcome of everything that followed? Would the ripple effect cast forth still create the same events from before? That, I do not know. What is known though, was that complaints girl then appeared and began banging her bat into the idiot's head.

"Stop that!" the girl announced as a sudden bolt of lightning struck the attacker, knocking her partially through the wall behind the other two girls. "Good. It seems someone is actually listening to me for once."

Her face then twisted into a grin as she was engulfed within a cocoon of red light. Strangely, Chacha was more focused on complaints girl and the hole she had created.

"So, what's your name?" the 'human' inquired, watching as complaint girl's attire change to match her's. In this case, a red blazer with a matching plaid skirt.

"Usagi." complaints girl whispered and picked herself out of the wreckage, possibly wondering what the fuck had just happened. "Now excuse me for a second. I need to shout at the sky."
But before she could begin her rant, gray-haired boy noticed what was going on.

"At the very least, can you please just take it outside?" silver haired boy explained. "I'm trying to run a class, not a circus."

"Fine." Chacha answered as the red cocoon around the girl dissipated, revealing a red-skinned humanoid with a pair of curved grey horns sitting on its head. The school uniform was gone now, having been replaced with some sort of skimpy leather outfit. Once Usagi and Chacha were finished gawking at the new creature, the two dashed over to the exit with demon girl following right behind. Silver-haired boy only watched on, content with the proactive action he had taken. Maybe if he known what was coming, would it have changed his decision? He had pretty much unknowingly wasted his one shot at setting things right within Mahora. Now, it was out of his hands and in theirs.

Outside, it was quite a similar story for Chacha and Usagi. And while the latter had her vine hook thing, that still meant the former had to stick to the sidelines mostly. Not that swinging a small chunk of metal towards a demon would really do as much damage one would think it would do.

"Crap." Chacha whispered and took a deep breath. As much as she wanted to just freak out and straight-up attack the thing, that seemed like a good way to die. Especially with her stuck in this mortal body. "Let's flee for now."

Usagi made a quick glance to her, unsure of how to answer her.

"Where?" she asked as continued to do battle with their opponent.

"I know a place." Chacha answered and motioned for her to follow. "I think our opponent can wait."
The two then headed off once more, making quick work of the brick paths that connected everything within Mahora. Soon, those eventually gave way to a small grove of trees, which both would need to traverse. Not that the two of them really minded though. Soon, a small cabin into view, with both girls picking their pace up.

"Is that it?" Usagi whispered as the distance between them and the building seemed to close. As such, their opponent had decided to join them in this game of tag. Even though there wasn't anything of valuable related to their opponent.

"Yes stupid." Chacha answered as her 'partner' swung her hook into demon girl once more, leaving the opponent in some sort of stunned phase. "You pound on her and I'll grab whatever awaits me inside."

Usagi didn't answer, instead continuing to swing that stupid hook into demon girl. In retrospect, probably shouldn't of had Valia take away her bat. After all, it's far more satisfying to watch a piece of wood collide with a body part than to see a piece of metal to do the same. But I digress.

As she continued attacking, Chacha entered her home. At best, the inside looked like a two room cottage. Walls of grey stone surrounded her, with a matching floor holding it all in. The furniture was bare bones at best, with just a small couch and table in the bigger of the two rooms. The smaller room served as a bedroom, containing just a small child's bed with a nightstand. Strangely, a slightly dust covered leather-bound book had been carefully placed there. In a way, it seemed to call out to her, demanding her attention. Even if she tried to resist, its hold upon her would simply grow. So she gave into that temptation, grabbing the book and pulled it open. Everything after that was a complete blur. It was as if she was just an observer of her own story, unable to change the outcome of her actions. Someone is else seemed to be dictating them, unwilling to relent control back to her. And so she watched, unable to take her gaze away. Even when they unintentionally trapped themselves within a room. The 'human' wasn't sure how it started or who suggested it, but she did know one thing. Sometime during this truly wonderful mess, her classmates managed to either defeat her or turn her off. Whatever it was, doesn't really matter…

.

"And that's pretty much it." Chacha explained and took a deep breath. "So, what do you think? Pretty pathetic, amirite?"
Olrumon took a deep breath and chuckled.

"It could have been worse." the rabbit added as the two continued down the tunnel, watching it transition from the bare ground they had been walking over to the white gas walls and floor that Olrumon had left behind in the previous chapter. It was here the hallway opened up and revealed a larger circular room. Like the cottage mentioned earlier, it was pretty bare. The only object in there appeared to be a cylindrical glass tube with an aquiosmon in it. Strangely, a woman was sitting by it and had set up a tea set for some reason. Unlike the man though, she was not dressed in the labcoat. No, those clothes had been tossed behind the tube. Instead she was dressed in a dress designed to resemble Alice from Alice in Wonderland, with the only difference being that the outfit was black and red instead blue and white. A bow sat in her long blonde hair, covered in some sort of pink liquid. Along with her, appeared to be the naked body of a teenage boy with spiky red hair. In said hair, was a pair of aviator goggles.

"Would you like some Miss Chacha? How about you, Mr Olrumon?" the woman inquired as she attempted to do her best impression of a little girl.

"I am a robot. Do you really think I would even want tea?" Chacha responded and cautiously approached the girl.

Glacial Blade!

Chacha gave her left wrist a slight flick, watching the sword blade shoot out.

"So that's how it is going to be, huh?" the woman added and snickered, not at all noticing the cracks suddenly forming on the tube. "Polly dear, would you like some tea?"

Watery Grave Punch!

The containment tube then shattered, allowing its occupant to slip out and switch forms.

"Surprise." Polly announced and flung her 'mom' into a nearby wall, watching the woman make a nice dent into it. "Let's go!"

The monk magi then did a quick stretch, confused by their reaction to all of this. It probably wasn't by her spending a whole year in her infusion form.

"You do realize there's a crazed eldritch monstrosity that wants to kill us out there?" Olrumon explained, only to just stand there as Polly headed in the direction the duo had come from. Reluctantly, the duo followed right behind.

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He stood under the grey sky and took a deep breath.

Once more he had been too late. In a way, he had grown quite tired of it. For once, he would like to feel like he a had a fighting chance within all of this.

"Soon, Fate, soon." he whispered and took another deep breath, cracking a smile as he headed off...

Notes:

Didn't plan for this too be long as they did. And there's still a chunk of stuff left to cover, Human-wise. And as tempting as it was to cover the rest, the flashback was beginning to lose steam.

On an awesome note, this is now the longest chapter of DAO.

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Next time: The greatest apocalypse to never happen...