Author's Note: Owen Shroyer here with InfoWarsdotcom, I just saw something amazing while browsing through the story stats. Normally, I get about one thousand views every month, a very nice number. But this past month, the month of July, I received a staggering three thousand views! Hey, that's pretty good.

Before we continue this heroic epic, let me answer this great man's comment:

"I liked the chapter a lot and here is the part I say the pairing I would like to see Ted x Akko

And again great chapter keep the work up."

Thanks man for the love, I will definitely keep the work up. As for the pairing, we'll just wait and see.

As promised, this chapter will contain my first, incompleted fan fiction. Make sure to let me know how awful it is.

Looking outside my window, I note that the sun is going down, yellow rays engulfing the sky. It looks like I slept straight through the rest of the day and into the afternoon.

As I put on fresh clothes, I play around with a few ideas of this sudden disturbance. Perhaps Sucy tried to take Akko's guinea pig status too far, attempting an experiment far out of Akko's comfort zone. But that doesn't explain why Lotte is so irate.

Maybe, well maybe...it's just that time of the month. Damn, well I don't know much about...that, but I do know that it can cause sudden mood swings. But all three acting like this at once? Is that time of the month the same time for every girl, or does it differ from person to person? As interesting as that possibility is, I doubt it. After all, it's not like I've been here for under a month. If those three act like that once a month, I would've noticed it sooner, especially since every other student here is a girl.

Enough of all these hypothetical theories. The only way to know for sure is to ask them directly.

With my room and myself now organized, I leave my dorm, Teddy Bear in hand, walking through the halls, and to their room.

I knock on the door, waiting for one of the girls.

Surprisingly, Sucy herself answers the door. She has on her pajamas, as if she was getting ready for bed. She stares at me, waiting for the reason of my disturbance.

"Hey Sucy, where's Lotte?" I ask.

Sucy steps to the side, revealing Lotte sitting at the desk. Her arms are folded on the table, as she buries her head in them. She is also wearing pajamas.

"She's been like that all day." Sucy comments.

"Where's Akko?" I ask.

"Dunno." Sucy says, shrugging. "She didn't come back yet. No surprise that she can't face the music after what happened."

"What did happen?" I ask curiously.

"I'll let Lotte explain that one to you." Sucy states, sitting on her bed, pulling out a book, and engaging in that.

I close the door as I enter, walking over to Lotte. She continues to bury herself within her arms, not acknowledging my presence in any way. It's like she just fell asleep, completely unaware.

I gently put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it compassionately.

"Hey Lotte, it's Theodore."

She stirs, slowly raising her head up to me. She smiles at me. It's a small smile, but a real one nevertheless.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" She asks.

It looks like she's doing better than last time I saw her. Time has a tendency to heal wounds, or in Lotte's case, a scab.

"Well, you seemed a little down, so I bought you this." I answer, holding out the Teddy Bear.

Her previously lazy eyes light up at the gift. Her smile grows, as she outstretches one of her hands. She retracts as soon as it makes contact, as if it was some rare and fragile archeological find, never to be touched by human hands.

"You got that for me?" She asks.

"Yes." I say, nodding to her.

She takes it, snuggling up with the bear as a child would do.

"Thank you very much. This is...this is so nice."

She gently places it on the desk, pulling out her wand from a drawer.

With a flick of the wrist, a light blue mist flows out of the wand and seeps into the Teddy Bear.

After a few silent seconds, the blue mist comes back out, forming into a small blue humanoid figure on the desk.

"The spirit of the the Teddy Bear." Lotte explains.

The Finn grabs a lamp decorated with a skull from under the table. She delicately taps it with her wand, whispering

"Come out, come out."

Another blue humanoid spirit emerges from the lamp, jumping out and onto the table with a thump. This catches the attention of the Teddy Bear spirit.

The two examine each other cautiously in the same way that two puppies would at a dog park.

Newly acquainted, the two begin playing, running around on the desk, chasing each other.

"There, now you have a friend to play with." Lotte says, chuckling at their actions.

She continues watching the spirits play. Perhaps it reminds Lotte of her and Akko.

"You still don't know what happened, do you?" She asks, her gaze never wavering, and her smile never fading.

"No, but I'd like to know." I admit.

"Akko, she..., well she accidentally ripped a music sheet that's been passed down from generation to generation. It meant so much to me, and now it's gone."

So that's is? I admit, ancestry means a lot to me. I'd probably kill the person who destroyed my pugio dagger, or any other Sempronian artifacts for that matter.

But still, it's Akko. Sure she can be clumsy and dumb at times, but overall she means well. I doubt she would've tore the music sheet on purpose, even if she really wanted to.

"We all makes mistakes." I bring up.

"That true, but this is a pretty big one."

Maybe me sharing my experiences on mistake will make her feel not so alone and damaged.

"I'll tell you about a pretty big mistake. My family once ruled over Rome, but thanks to their own cowardice we lost it all. We're still trying to correct that mistake to this day."

"Yes, you've told me this before. But-"

"But that's not all." I continue, interrupting her. "In our quest to regain our past power, we've done some pretty horrible stuff over the years, stuff long before I was born, and stuff I remember vividly."

She looks down in her lap, asking wearily

"What's your point?"

"My point is once you see a mistake, you should try to fix it as soon as possible, and not let it fester into something even worse."

Her eyes widen, as her confusion runs amuck across her face. Her gaze turns to the window, as she begins to deep think on the matter.

I may have hit a note, but I still don't want to leave, not yet. I want to know if I truly had a lasting effect. I might as well get comfortable.

I sit down on the bottom bunk of the bunk bed, pulling out 'The Brink of Salvation'. Hey, if he was right about The Stockton Boyz, then who knows what else he was right about?

'As we all know, Europeans are dumb, plain, and simple. They are born dumb, live dumb, and die dumb. The whole European species runs on a quantity over quality mentality.

However, with billions and billions of Europeans, there are bound to be some that have great mental strength, for a European. The smartest European, George Soros, has a mental and physical capacity equal to what an average American kindergarten has. But even kindergarteners can read and write, and thus the horrors of European literature was created.

I'm surprised myself that a few gifted Europeans can even hold a pencil, let alone write symbols and characters recognizable by other gifted Europeans.

Now, in European literature there are no original stories, as they are not creative enough for such a task. Thus, all stories created by Europeans take the form of fiction created by the fans of a certain American cartoon or book, that is if the European can read.

One creator of European literature chills me to the bone with his ugly stories, even compared to other European stories! He has no name, for his adoptive European parents were too dumb to be creative and think of one. However, he is known in America as RomanViking. What a disgusting individual he is.

What makes him worse than any other European writer is the fact that he is not European, but American. Yes, this filthy man is a turncoat to the entire holy nation of America by participating in this disturbing European ritual.

His stories aren't even good. The one he's working on right now, 'Little Wizard Academia', which is a fan fiction of the Tibetan cartoon 'Small Mage School', is horrible. It's clearly a self insert, Mary Sue, harem.

It's about a horny boy, who thinks he can get some action at an all girls school.

Even his earlier works are atrocious. His first story is about a horny boy who thinks he can get some action at a school for the disabled. You see the theme that this pedophile follows? It wasn't published, and for good reason. He was only thirteen in American years when he wrote it, so that's a disgust point. The grammar is wrong, the story is wrong, the characters are awful, and there is no sense of relation between the main character and I. A true European piece of literature.

Then again, a story about a Roman boy going to an all girls magic school doesn't exactly relate to me either.

Anyway, if you have kids, now's the time to get them out of the room. I have done some elite American hacking, and dug up the story out from the deep web, RomanViking's incomplete fan fiction of the visual novel Katawa Shoujo. God give you strength.

"The Bad Beginning

The names Jango Cross. Italian by trait. I live in a small town called Godega di Saint Urabano. I was born with a condition called anemia. This causes me to have a lack of blood cells so im extremely pale with bags under the eyes and low stamina. I had a normal life despite this up till high school. It was just another day of boring school up until the walk home. While i was walking i noticed a shadow that kept following me from behind. I didn't mind and just carried on. Up in till he spoke.

"Alright albino just hand over your wallet and we're fine".

Oh no not him it was Dirk Damnrin the bully of the school. I turned and as i did two of his lackeys grabbed my arms and pinned me too the wall.

"I dont have any money" i said

He reaches his hand down into my pocket and picks up my wallet.

"You know something" he says, "I really hate liars."

My eyes grow wide as he pulls out a lighter and a can of aerosol spray from his pocket.

"Lets make that face tan" he says

He puts the lighter in front of the can lights it and pushes the button. Fire shoots out and makes contact with my face. I scream in agony as the flames sears my skin. As i pass the pain finally goes away.

The Hospital

I awake with several bandages covering my head. A heart monitor hooked up to my arm as the rhythmic pulse of my heart matches that of the machine. I start to sit up but instantly backed down as intense pain overwhelmed me. I wait for what seems like hours but is just minutes in real life. I start to remember of what just happened to me but my train of thought is interrupted as a white clad man opens the door.

"Well well it looks like your awake" he says

I reply with nothing as im lost in my own thoughts of what im doing here. He seems to read my mind as he speaks.

"It appears that you were attacked and someone heard your cry of pain."

I think hard and remember the attack. The lighter. The aerosol can. And of course Dirk Damnrin.

"What happened to Dirk" I ask

" Mr. Damnrin and his friends are as of now facing 3 years jail time. Your parents are on their way now so i must go and prepare for their arrival."

He leaves without any further word. I finally fall into a well deserved rest. I am awoken by my parents and the doctor. The doctor was in mid sentence talking about sone school called Yamaku Academy.

"It is a great opportunity to-"

He is cutoff mid sentence as he notices my awakening.

"Hello son" my parents says.

I turn to the doctor

"What's Yamaku Academy"

"Well its a school located in Japan. It specializes in teaching and catering to the needs of the disabled" my doctor says

"I know i have anemia but that's no reason for me to relocate right" i turn to my parents for answers.

My dad is the first to speak "Your doctor fears that another attack like this might occur again. This is a good opportunity to continue your education."

This kind of sounds good too me but wait.

"I'm going to have to move out of Italy?" I reply

"Unfortunately yes" my doctor says " their is no other school in the world like this one but don't worry all the preparations for your flight have already been made out. You leave in a few weeks."

Im sunk so i dont even get to choose but whats a school like that even like?

"But before we do anything its high time we take off those bandages" the doctor says.

He reaches to my face and once the surgical scissors makes contact with the bandages the sound of cloth breaking fills the air. Once the bandages cone undone it feels good to have that side exposed to the cool air again. However the good feelings end as i hear my mom screaming in terror and a look i have never seen before shone on my dad's face. I grab the hand mirror laying on the desk next to the bed and take a look. The right side of my face wad covered in burns and scars as i felt the skin it had a rough leathery feeling. Also my right eye was now permanently bloodshot. Even my ear was burnt to a crisp. Is this really me now?

First Day"

What did I tell you, my children? Pure disgust, pure horror, pure confusion, pure autism, pure European.

Reading this has just ripped you away from God's favor, and has damned you all to European hell. For that I am sorry. But have no fear, me, Mr. Brink, shall save you from the brink of destruction, and bring you to the brink of sal-'

"I used to get laughed at when I was little, because I was from a family of witches." Lotte admits, interrupting my reading.

Looking from my book, I see her staring out the window, a smile spread across her face. "But you know, when I sing the magic song, the fairies would make a rainbow for me. It was always amazingly beautiful."

Sucy and I glance at each other. It seems like Lotte is feeling better.

A pause later, and Lotte continues.

"Akko didn't mean it. Besides, I still remember every last line of the song. It may be gone, but its memory and spirit stays with me."

"Just like your dad." I point out, trying to instill more happiness into her.

She sighs happily, continuing to look out the window.

"Yeah, just like my dad."

After another period of silence, she gets up, walking over towards me. I close my book and stand up, wondering what's on her mind. Unexpectedly, she wraps her arms around me in a light hug.

"Thank you for coming here, really. It means so much to me that you came just to see if I was alright."

Smiling, I hug her back, saying

"Of course, we're friends, right?"

Her tighter squeeze is answer enough for me.

I feel another squeeze, this time on my shoulder. Looking at the source, I see Sucy with a hand on my shoulder, a thin smirk on her face.

"Theodotte." She whispers.

I give her my own smirk before looking back at Lotte, our embrace ending.

"The parade is tomorrow, and after that is the start of Christmas break." I point out.

"Yes, I've decided. I'll be there at the parade, when it gets dark. I was already debating my arrival before you came."

"Yeah, me too." Sucy adds.

I'm sure Akko will love to hear that.

I turn towards the window, noticing that the sun has completely disappeared, allowing night to reign supreme. That's not good. If I remember right I'm supposed to be in my dorm by night, especially since I'm a boy. Also, I came here to find out what was wrong, not fix it, but it seems like I've done just that. My work here is done.

"Well, I'm going to go now." I say, putting 'The Brink of Salvation' back into my satchel.

"Have a nice night Theodore." Lotte sweetly says.

"Yeah, try not to have any sweet dreams about us Luna Nova ladies." Sucy jokes, winking at me.

As I exit the room and close the door, I hear Lotte say

"And thank you again for the Teddy Bear. I know exactly what I'm going to do with it."

Now alone in the hall, I decide to go back to my dorm. I already had a nap earlier, but I feel like I'm going to need the extra energy for tomorrow.

Author's Note: Well this was a short chapter. Really, I'm sick of writing the canon story, and I want to get to the juicy good stuff that I've thought up. Sorry though if this wasn't what you were expecting.

Now, with all this conflict over the destruction of the ancestral poem, it must've said something pretty beautiful, right? If you pause the movie when Lotte first opens the scroll, this is what it says:

"I travel all around the city, go in and out of locomotives all alone. There's no one here and people everywhere crying, cause I need you crying, I can feel you crying, cause I need you crying, cause I care. It's a hot day and I'm dressed lightly, I move carefully through the crowd, here everyone, it's so vulnerable and I'm aswell. There's no one here and people everywhere crying, cause I need you crying, I can feel you crying, cause I need you crying, cause I care."

Truly a work of art. Better than my fan fiction, no doubt.

A little bit of research later, and the song is called 'Crying' by Björk, an Icelandic singer. Why Trigger chose that song is a mystery never to be solved.

Now that that's out of the way, it's time to respond to a man, a man who is not the same man who we all know and love, but is. A man, a new man known as Nightcore Miku.

"Sorry Nightcore Miku hasn't responded to you. He died in a school shooting. But, like the Dread Pirate Roberts, the name Nightcore Miku is passed down from person to person. I am the new Nightcore Miku. I enjoy the band Suicidal Tendencies, listening to nightcore and slitting my wrist open to finally reach Enlightenment. I hope we can be friends or lovers or whatever."

A true loss to humankind, may his soul rest comfortably, knowing that he died doing what he loved. I welcome you, the new Nightcore Miku, with open arms, and I expect all of you readers to do the same.