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Episode 14
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【Yumi Hara】 In the rain 【Corpse Party Blood Drive】 【Eng Lyrics】
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Marilyn Manson - Resident Evil Main Title Theme (Corp. Umbrella) (SX Long)
Somewhere in PC Universe-2004 a.k.a. The World of Pretty Cure...
It was one early morning.
Somewhere in the unknown forest in Japan, there was the presence of an anomalous crack in space-time, one that was dark-red in color. From out of that crack came hordes of slow-walking reanimated corpses coming in droves for the past few hours.
"More of them walkers, vods, a few clicks away to the north side, take them out," one of the soldiers on stand-by spoke. He was wearing a specific type of armor, whiter in color, with a T-shaped visor with a downward Y-shaped mouth, light purple markings and musical notes all throughout his body, and the emblem ''S.O.N.G.'' located on his shoulders. A Clone Trooper from the 14th Legion under the banner of the Spatio-Temporal Armed Forces (STARS). He was zooming his visor, turning up the dial from his helmet.
The sound of advanced rotary turrets was heard firing blue-colored high-density energy beams that managed to cut down the new horde with ease. The clones were grimacing and grumbling among themselves. Every few hours or so, there would be a new horde, more numerous than the last. For the most part, they seem to have been taken care of with ease. But the clones couldn't help but grimace at this particular situation since the news was spreading out throughout the Multiverse regarding a common anomaly that was being encountered by their other brothers and allies. It is related to a type of anomaly that was verified to originate or is somewhat connected to DCMK Universe-Prime, with the center point being DCMK Earth-Prime. And then, there was that circulating rumor that the Doctor and the JOATs of Team TARDIS are involved, which further makes everyone worried as all hell. For this felt like a type of foreboding for the men, some of whom were sweating from their brows. Whenever the Doctor and the five young men are involved, one is justified in worrying because of the scale of probable threats that they have dealt with.
Among the clones who were stationed in this part of the forest, there were two individuals, two young men who were watching from afar.
A young man with black hair and purple-brown eyes, wearing a black leather jacket, white dress shirt, blue jeans, and black shoes.
George Kurai.
A young man with short messy brown hair, wearing a green jacket, blue jeans, and red sports shoes.
Tatsuya Kaname.
They were currently looking at the decimated zombie horde lying on the ground, the turrets had ceased firing a few minutes later. Many of the clones that acted as the clean-up crew for the bodies were now moving forward in order to take care of them.
"This is like the twentieth or so horde that we've just taken care of," Clone Private Coda, walking nearby to George and Tatsuya's position, spoke with a grim, concerned tone, carrying his carbine staser with him. "And I've got the feeling that more is coming our way if that crack doesn't close as it should."
"Uncle," George raises his right hand towards his right ear where a circular comm device was found. "What can you tell me about the closing of the breach so far?"
"It seems that we and the Bearpenters can't close it quite as easily as we had hoped, my dear nephew. Luckily enough for all of us, this anomaly seems to be contained to just this one specific location so we have no need to worry for civilian casualties or any of the Precure from finding out," Doctor Traum spoke from the comm channel. "To get back to the other matter at hand, I fear that you two are going to have to venture into that portal just as what had been briefly discussed prior for the sake of assisting the Doctor and five of your friends."
Yes, George knew what his uncle was talking about. Since the rumors have even reached their side of the Multiverse, and with the anomaly that was currently being dealt with here, it was decided that George and Tatsuya would go while the others stay behind from this side. There were many risks involved in this plan but it was better to act upon them than to just sit back and do nothing. Sure, zombies seem to be an easy lot to deal with, but they can't be dealt with forever. That's beside the whole people disappearing from the face of the earth on several worlds as confirmed from the reports and their entire existence becoming retconned into no longer being remembered even by their loved ones or other potential threats more dangerous than these undead walkers.
"Straight into the lion's den, it seems. I have a bad feeling about this," George grimaced and cringed because he can just feel the polluted miasma that was coming forth from this particular crack. It was one of evil, of death, and of blood. The timelines felt all wrong. His space-time sensitivities are twitching and tingling.
"Oh hey, on the bright side, George, at least there's the adventure," Tatsuya pointed out with an exasperated smile.
"How is that supposed to be comforting in this situation?" George asked, curious and concerned.
But Tatsuya only responded with an exasperated smile and with raised hands in a T-shaped manner of an "I don't know, but it's worth the try" sort of expression.
George could only respond with a heavy sigh and a pinch of his eyes. Nevertheless, while he can see Tatsuya's point, it still didn't help to make him feel nauseous when staring at the hole in space-time that lead to hell and damnation that has a couple of nightmares rolled up and mixed. It felt wrong. It looked wrong. It's like, to give a comparison if you try to make a rectangle have more than four sides and multiply them by a ton, that is the more tame and layman's explanation.
"(Sigh). May fortune favors the foolish," George muttered softly. And while he said it, he was holding a type of watch-like device that showed the symbol of a clock-faceplate with pink visors. He got it from his pocket.
"And off to a great adventure," Tatsuya said with a smile, getting his own watch-like device from his pocket. It has yellow butterfly hiragana visors.
"Coda," George looked at the clone who was nearby. "I guess you and the others can take care of things from this side while we go forward as planned."
"Yes, sir," Coda nodded. "Me and the boys will do just fine from here. Good luck, sir."
George nodded. He turned towards Tatsuya. "Let's go."
"Right," Tatsuya nodded.
George and Tatsuya begin to walk forward towards the crack. They stopped for a moment, breathing in and out in order to make themselves ready. And then...they stepped forward...
...And now, George and Tatsuya managed to cross over to the other side of the crack. The crack itself automatically closed unexpectedly. Both George and Tatsuya slowly looked back, concerned and surprised. It gave them a few shivers, reminding them of the cold. And speaking of the cold, they begin to notice a cold atmosphere felt throughout the area. Judging from the solid and wet asphalt ground, it used to be raining. Now the skies were clear. They can tell that it was night. However...
"...!"
Their eyes widened as they saw the unnatural moon. It was a mixture of white and red. A half and half color. The right side of the moon was found to be of an unnatural crimson shade. They look around and they found themselves in a forest. Many abandoned automobiles were lying around left and right.
Something felt...off...
They can already tell that aside from the fact that they were in uncharted territory, and aside from the fact that the scenery that takes up their eyes reminded one of the apocalypse-like scenarios, they felt something. A shiver ran down their spines. Whatever they landed on was enemy territory. They couldn't keep their guard down. Possible traps were probably set in this place. The question remains as to what type of trap would they spring if they were not careful.
They start walking north. They had to start somewhere. But their steps were careful while walking naturally. For they felt as if there are potential dangers that they may encounter.
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Silent Hill 2 - Pyramid Heads Fight Theme Extended
Leon S. Kennedy and Gilead Burgundy, who was currently piggyback carrying Mitsuki Yamamoto as she was admittedly tired, were still walking across the deserted road that is filled with abandoned cars and other vehicles, sometimes corpses of animals were seen lying on the ground. The forest seems to have stretched on for miles. There was a haunting sense despite the beauty of nature because of the fact that all of this is quite unnatural. This hellish dimension of Heavenly Host was now mixing and matching with other realms and places, dragging it into its own domain like a box of Legos.
After about an hour or so of walking, they finally saw what appeared to be a suspension bridge . It was rather large, almost reminding one of the tall bridges in San Francisco. But there were also abandoned highways under the bridge. There was the presence of a dense type of fog from farther north of the bridge. But what they found to their shock, and for Mitsuki was one of subtle horror, was the presence of decayed corpses of students. One of them has an ID attached to them.
Leon begins to walk slowly towards the corpse with the ID, with his sidearm held firmly, eyes sharp as a hawk, while Gilead and Mitsuki, the latter eventually being let down by Gilead in order for her to walk, stay back for now. Leon crouches down and grabs an ID. It read:
Minoda Agricultural
Kazumi Masaki.
Age: 15
Leon grimaced as he stood up. "And yet another dead body, a kid no less. From the looks of it, she was stabbed to death with some type of sharp object. Either a knife or something else. There's also the smell. Her body must have been here for a while, never getting a proper burial. I have a feeling that someone is deliberately putting these corpses on full display just for the sake of psychological mind games and warfare, amping up the fear factor. And fear can lead people to do very stupid things, no need for the monsters to intervene."
Gilead could only look at Leon with empathy, knowing that the latter was speaking from personal experiences. The same could be said of himself as he has encountered that kind of messed-up pattern before so this was nothing new to him. But Mitsuki was not like them. She was terrified. She wasn't used to seeing this much death, along with the horror that comes with it.
Mitsuki was shaking. She just wanted to find her classmates. She just wanted to leave this place. She just wanted to go home where it is safe. She doesn't want to be in this place anymore. She can't take it. And then, just as she was having these thoughts, she was embraced and patted on the back by Gilead which took her by surprise, her eyes surprised and teary. She looked up to find Gilead, sporting an empathetic expression.
"It's alright. We'll find your friends, jou-chan. We're going to find them and get all of you out. I promise," Gilead reassured with a smile.
Mitsuki only smiled in turn, nodding and trying to be strong. "A-Alright."
Then suddenly...
"...!"
Gilead felt something as his eyes widened. He senses something coming from behind. He looks to his back and finds a very tall figure walking slowly from the distance. It had a large pyramid-head-shaped helmet and butcher's smock. He was carrying a large, heavy half-scissor with his right hand.
"Eep!" Mitsuki was shocked and horrified by the approaching monster.
Gilead recognized the monster. And so did Leon who did not hesitate to aim his gun and shoot it. Leon fires one single shot toward the head. No effect. It did wound the creature, penetrating the metal triangular-shaped head, stumbling back for a moment. Afterward, it begins to move forward with an unnatural instinct. That wasn't good, both Leon and Gilead thought to themselves. Normally speaking, when Gilead blessed Leon's handgun, there were a lot of benefits that were added to the weapon. Aside from the fact that he didn't need to reload, with just one shot, Leon can take out any unholy creatures, no matter what level of durability and non-tangible property. Meaning ghosts, monsters, and other sorts were all fair game for Leon to take down with ease with no sweat. But it appeared that this monster would need more than one bullet to be taken down so easily.
Both Gilead and Leon recognized this particular monster.
The Pyramid Head.
It was a creature related to a cursed town called Silent Hill, a creature of vengeance and justice who inflicts punishment on those who deserve it. But right now, it appeared that this creature's purpose is that of servitude and slavery. Unbeknownst to them, this creature was now serving the girl dyed in red.
"We should run, now!" Gilead exclaims, grabbing Mitsuki by the hand as they made a run for it.
They begin to head toward the bridge, heading north. Leon was covering them from the rear, shooting at the monster in the head at least five times before moving. They would climb up a few vehicles that were scattered throughout the road. One time, Gilead was helping Mitsuki climb up to the top of an abandoned bus. There was the name "MART" found on the rusted sides of the bus, smeared and shaded, denoting a long time. There were also broken glass windows and damaged passenger chairs. If one were to look closely, there were some skeletons found on the bus, victims of the past that met a rather unfortunate fate, wearing old-school clothing from the late 60s. It just shows the bleak situation that anyone from anywhere in the past, present, and future might end up trapped in this hellish nightmare.
After climbing the roof of the bus, Leon was still continuing to shoot at the monster that was following them. Five to ten bullets in total. It still wasn't enough to take the monster down.
"Jump down! Now!" Leon exclaims while continuing to shoot at the monster.
Gilead and Mitsuki did as Leon said, jumping down the bus and continuing to move forward. After firing three shots, Leon was jumping off of the bus, rolling down the asphalt ground, and continued to catch up with the two. After a few meters of running, Leon heard the sound of metal being sliced in half. He glances to find the monster hacking through the bus and pushing it back, making Leon's eyes widen, plus sporting an expression of grimace and displeasure.
"Oh great. So much for using the bus to slow the thing down," Leon said in exasperation. He kept firing five rounds rapidly followed by another set of five. It hit the creature in the head and made it stumble to the ground for a few moments. Leon took the advantage of running, trying to catch up with Gilead and Mitsuki who were continuing their best to run.
Leon was sliding from the hood of the vehicles, little by little, he catches up to them.
"I think the difficultly just raised considerably," Gilead said, running.
"You don't have to tell me twice," Leon said, running while glancing at the monster that was now raising itself back up and slowly begins to walk forward.
"...I...wasn't exactly talking about Pyramid Head, Leon," Gilead spoke with a grimace, stopping while holding Mitsuki's stomach with his right hand in order to indicate a sign of stopping.
"Hm?" Leon was confused.
But the answer came when he suddenly heard the sound of a growl. It echoed throughout the bridge. From what can be seen a few meters to the north that was covered in a dense fog, there was a large horde of individuals coming toward them. They all had the common pale complexion. They come in a variety of appearances of both sexes, most of them appeared to be ordinary civilians with disheveled clothing. The vehicles scattered throughout the area weren't stopping them, sprinting upwards, some of them were growling.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me," Leon said in displeasure, raising his sidearm to open fire on the incoming horde. He managed to take out ten of these zombie-like creatures. Adding in ten more for good measure. With his range of pinpoint accuracy, Leon manages to kill at least ten more of the creatures from coming close.
"We're trapped!" Mitsuki looks back and forth in horror. On the front side, there were the zombie-like creatures that were being shot by Leon. On the back side, there was the monster with a metal pyramid-shaped head.
Gilead breathes in and out. He raises both of his hands, conjuring up a set of red magic circles, at the center, there was the letter "火". With a set of gestures, both from his hands and his body, he raised them forward, unleashing a barrage of flames that rained down on the zombie-like creatures, taking many of them out while the others were screaming in agony of getting torched alive as they went straight to the edge of the bridge and fell down, much to the surprise and awe of Mitsuki.
"Everyone, let's move! Jou-chan, always stay beside me!" Gilead exclaims.
"Right!" Mitsuki nodded with a trustful expression, managing to get herself together.
And so, everyone begins to make a run for it, hopping between vehicles and other debris. Leon and Gilead were clearing the north of the bridge, the former shooting his handgun with precise concentrated accuracy through the head while the latter was conjuring a barrage of flames from his hands and feet, motioning his body with aggressive and disciplined punches and kicks, sending many of the zombie-like creatures back, some even getting thrown out of the bridge. Every now and then, both Leon and Gilead were switched back and forth, sending their respective attacks against the Pyramid Head. Each holy round to the head and barrage of elemental fire was dealing enough damage to the monster that was relentless in following them.
This continued for quite some time. A few moments later, the Pyramid Head was seen to be grievously damaged. Its blood was seen flowing from the damaged metal head after many rounds that were fired back. The monster's clothing was crumpled by scorches of flames that were sent by Gilead. It was still moving forward, albeit a bit slowly. The zombie-like creatures were still coming from the north in droves, only to be sent away to the flames by Gilead.
After a few shots were fired by Leon through the head, the Pyramid Head finally succumb to its wounds, falling down to the ground in a thump along with letting go of its large half-scissor blade.
"That at least takes care of this monster," Leon muttered in satisfaction and slight relief.
But as soon as he said that, he heard a growling sound from the south. Upon closer look, the same zombie-like creatures that were coming in droves from the north, most of them being torched by Gilead through the use of conjured-up flames, were seen to appear amidst the fog, running aggressively towards them.
"Oh shit..." both Leon and Gilead muttered in displeasure. Mitsuki on the other hand was terrified as she was staying by Gilead's side.
They were surrounded on all sides with nowhere to go, trapped like rats.
How will they get out of this alive?
Who will save them now?
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Defender'Z Brand!
"Hm?! What the?!"
Somewhere in the foggy skies, there was a young tall woman wearing a set of futuristic techno-dress armor with light and dark blue and black and white colors slowly floating in the air for the sake of accommodating herself from the fog that renders the surroundings invisible. There were spike edges in her armor found on many sides. Her name is Tsubasa Kazanari. Her expression was one of concern, her eyebrows crunching.
She noticed the sound of gunfire coming from the fog. She follows the sound, diving as the breeze blows her hair. As she follows the sound of the gunfire closely, she slowly sees a tall bridge. From both sides, there appeared to be hordes of zombie-like creatures. And to add to her concern, they were all converging upon three individuals, two of whom she recognized. Her eyes widened.
"What?! Leon-sensei?! Gilead-san?!"
With no time to lose because of the growing number of zombie-like creatures that were coming from both the north and south, she begins to conjure up multiple swords floating in perfect circular order and start singing with all of her heart.
Ya-haiya Nariwatare Ya-haiya Ten e to
(Ya-haiya-haiya-ie yaiye-haiye Chikara yo kaeran)
(Ya-haiya-haiya-ie yaiye-haiye Ame no Habakiri Ya-i-ye Tsurugi yo utae)
Mai chiru toki no hana ni ikuyo mo onore wo tō
(Ya-ha) Hikuki ni mizu wa nagare (I-e) hito mo onajiku…mujō ni
"Hm?"
After firing the last twenty shots on the multiple numbers of zombie-like creatures that were coming from both directions north and south, Leon begins to notice something, his eyes widening. It was the sound of a familiar tune that felt so out of place in the given situation. It spoke of the strength of character that came from the sharpened edge of a blade forged through the heart of battle. It is also being noticed by Gilead and Mitsuki, the former recognizing the tune and sensing the familiar presence that accompanied the song, and the latter being a little confused but felt something odd, almost hopeful even in spite of the dire situation that she and her companions were finding themselves in.
They look upwards to find...
Kuzurete kiesaru (nasu subenaku) muryoku no kiwami ni (namida wa kare)
Ina…sare domo nageki sura danzai no yaiba e kae
Issen ni negai wo kome kono shishi chikireyō tomo
Sakimoran
"Tsubasa!" both Leon and Gilead exclaim in surprise, but not an unwelcome one.
They saw Tsubasa Kazanari unleashing large blades that were hurled toward the zombie-like creatures that were coming from both directions, stabbing and cutting through them like bread and butter. Afterward, she touches down and begins making spinning attacks like a twister, sharp blades coming from her own two feet, slicing many of the zombie-like creatures that were nearby Leon, Gilead, and Mitsuki's position.
Shizan ketsu ga no ikubaku wo kizuki yaburereba
Inochi no hi wo gedō kara mamoru koto ga?
Kotae wa aru no ka?
Hikari wa sasu no ka?
Tsurugi yo michi wo kirihirake…! Tsurugi yo…!
A few spin tricks later, she ended up near Leon's position, making a warrior's stance, holding her materialized blade with both of her hands.
"Are you all right, Leon-sensei?" Tsubasa asked, glancing at Leon.
Leon nodded. "We are thanks to you, Kazanari-kun," he said. After a few moments, he raised his handgun and fired at the incoming zombie-like creatures, shooting at least five of them in the head and taking his position near Tsubasa. "I would have to assume that you ended up here without your meaning too and that you have no idea where you are currently are."
"Yes, sensei," Tsubasa said, confirming Leon's guess.
"Well, it's a long story that involves some kind of vengeful ghost dyed in red and that it relates to the Doctor and the JOATs somehow. And by the way, we have reason to believe that they are here as well in this dimension," Leon explained, picking off ten to fifteen zombie-like creatures.
"Really?" Tsubasa asked in concern, her expression grim. "That is quite concerning...and yet unsurprising."
When Tsubasa spoke of this, it meant that she and many others were more than aware of the escalating events where and when the Doctor and Jack of All Trades of TARDIS School usually get involved in. Some were of the universal or multiversal variety. When analyzing this situation, she'd probably lean for the latter.
"Tell me about it," Leon agreed. "But before me and Gilead can explain further what we know so far, we should probably get off of this bridge. I have a feeling that there's no end to these things the more we stay here and that we're pretty much exposed to the enemy. Plus, we might attract even more unwanted attention if what the dead monster that we've killed was anything to go by."
While Leon was shooting at the zombie-like creatures, he pointed toward the large corpse that he had taken care of not too long ago. Tsubasa saw it and her eyes widened in recognition. "Isn't that...Pyramid Head? If he's here, then does this relate to Silent Hill somehow?"
Like her other fellow Symphogear users, Tsubasa is more than aware of the sheer number of horrors relating to the location of a simple and dangerous town known as Silent Hill, being taught in TARDIS School about them. If the Pyramid Head is here, then she was concerned about what other nasties she might have to see for herself face to face. At least with her and her fellow comrade's enemies, the Noise, were easier to deal with because of their obvious threat. Threats of this caliber require more mental fortitude and strength which is what Tsubasa is supposed to excel at based on all of her training as a swordswoman of the Kazanaris.
And speaking of her comrades, she thought of something. If she was sent here, then what about the others?
Last she recalled before ending up here was spending time with Maria Cadenzavna Eve and Kanade Amou, walking with them towards the park and doing some casual girl talk, one of those talks just so happen to be related to a young man that captured all of their hearts and an inspirational figure all around in their native Earth, striking fear upon the abominable Noise that brought so much suffering and breaking down the illusions of the villains, making miracles as he goes along that he is sometimes called the Miracle Worker which is an irony because of his right hand of negation, much to their common exasperation and laughter.
Touma Kamijou.
And speaking of him, why did it feel like an omen of premonition for Tsubasa? Because considering the track record of the Imagine Breaker, she would not be surprised that this has Touma Kamijou written all over it. Women's intuition, one could say.
After getting separated from Maria and Kanade, having felt an earthquake, a blink and you missed it kind of earthquake one she might add, she ended up in some kind of deserted forest and having to fend off monsters with sharp teeth and claws, already making Tsubasa realized that she was in enemy territory and that she needed to get her bearings together in order to survive and set out to find her friends. Naturally, she managed to deal with the monsters and take to the skies, trying to make sense of the geography of the place that was a bit of a pain because of the fog.
"Silent Hill and a whole bunch of nasties considering that multiple dimensions are getting mixed matched in this dimension, creating something entirely new and one that could potentially threaten the wider multiverse, starting with my world," Gilead said, conjuring up balls of fire from up the air and send them down in droves, sending the flames to combust all of the zombie-like creatures, which in turn would allow them to move forward. "Tsubasa-chan, if you would be so kind as to provide some of us with a vehicle that would allow us to get the hell out of here."
"Right," Tsubasa nodded. She begins to immediately construct a set of armored motorcycle wheels from her legs. Sharp edges were seen from the front in case of charging through multiple opponents. Mitsuki notices this and was quite surprised and in awe.
"Mitsuki-kun, get on the bike, now!" Leon said, shooting five more zombie-like creatures in the head.
"Ri-Right!" Mitsuki begins to hurry and hop on the armored bike, holding on to Tsubasa's waist. Leon was not far behind as he begins to hop towards the back and continues to fire at the zombie-like creatures that were still coming in droves.
"Kazanari-kun, move!" Leon ordered.
And with that, Tsubasa begins to accelerate the bike. Gilead, following close behind, sends him into the air and enters flight mode, with red magic circles found in both hands and feet. The color of the circles would change depending on the element he's using. Aside from firing barrages of flames at the zombie-like creatures, he was also making use of water - "水" - to turn the magic circles blue, and the use of earth - "土" - to turn the magic circles yellow; with these skills, he was materializing water and creating artificial boulders from the abandoned automobiles from the palm of his hands through a set of gestures and send droves of the zombie-like creatures off of the bridge.
And so, the four company of survivors are now driving straight towards the unknown where the fog still reigns supreme. They don't know what lies at the end of this bridge, but they needed to keep moving. Stopping now would only get them killed. Besides this, they still needed to get rid of these zombie-like creatures from their tail.
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[Corpse Party] Blood Drive OST - A Decaying World
Touma Kamijou was careful and concentrated. So were the rest of his fellow companions, the Eighth Doctor, and Dhruv Varma.
They opted to walk through the alleyways instead of the streets as many of them were feeling something off about staying in the streets for too long. Stealth is the preferable tactic in this situation. They were all quiet as they take great care of maintaining their footsteps.
Touma still senses the Hunter from afar, hopping from the rooftop.
They need to time their attacks carefully. They don't want to tip any other potential nasties off more than needed. Lelouch suggested that Touma should adjust his repulsors into suppressor mode and aim for the head if possible. Touma agreed. And now, there were two circular circuitry devices found from the palm of his hands. Touma was readying his repulsors, breathing in and out.
They walked to an alleyway where there was a slant N-shaped road from one place to another. They waited. One. Two. Three.
"Grraagh!"
Something growled from above. The Hunter, with his raised claws, decided to make his move and pounce on the nearest person that he can get his hands on. And it happened to be Touma Kamijou of all people. But Touma sensed him from a mile away. He simply raised his left hand and shot the Hunter with his repulsor, firing a silent but deadly energy beam that blew away the head of the Hunter, with the head being severed and blown off from the body as the latter was landing down on the plastic garbage nearby.
The Hunter was killed. That takes care of one monster to deal with.
Touma and the others begin to move forward and inspect the severed body of the Hunter. The Eighth Doctor, crouching down, raised his sonic screwdriver in order to scan it for any potential traces. After scanning the body, the Eighth Doctor's face was grim. He recognized this particular creature based on the readings he'd gathered. And it was one that was once human.
The Eighth Doctor stands up and informs the group. "Well, I have even more bad news for you lot. Based on the readings that I can get from my sonic, it would appear that we are dealing with a particular creature that was infected by a biological pathogen. Tell me you lot, ever heard of The Green Flu?"
"..." the Companions all remained silent, their expressions were grim as they recognized the terminology.
It related to a dangerous pathogen from another Earth, one that was part of the official records of dangerous pathogens that they learned in Zombie Class.
The Green Flu.
Commonly referred to as The Infection, it was the name given to a virus that converted most humans who came into contact with it into homicidal and zombie-like beings known as the Infected. How it actually works via spreading depends based on the situation and the mutation of the strain. It was notable for being one of the most unpredictable and random viruses that are recorded, and it is one that other organizations such as the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance (B.S.A.A.) would take notice and care of, having a set of protocols in the event of dealing with possible events involving The Green Flu.
"Judging by all of your expressions, I assume that you lot have heard of it. But the good news on the other hand is that we will likely not contract the infection in the long run as most if not all of us here I would observe have a natural immune system to such to the point that the possibility of being carriers is unlikely if not improbable," the Eighth Doctor explained, keeping the sonic back to his inner pockets.
"If we're dealing with The Green Flu, then we should probably look out for any of the Special Infected," Sota spoke grimly.
"Great," Kyon made a sarcastic tone. "Because knowing that, we should probably keep an eye out for any sign of Witches and Tanks. Those are the ones that are really a gigantic pain to deal with."
"Except with one shot from your revolvers, Kyon, you could practically kill them with no sweat, so it's not like you would have any problems," Lelouch reminded, pointing out the specific mechanism of Kyon's revolvers.
"Yeah, I can deal with them just fine. I'm just more worried about your average student or civilian that might get caught in the crossfire or get unlucky enough to get spotted by them," Kyon pointed out in concern.
"Yes, there's that too," Conan nodded grimly. "Every second we try to search for the soul fragments, more people get unnecessarily brought into all of this madness. We're technically all on a ticking clock as more lives are being added on the line."
"Which is why we should move quickly," the Eighth Doctor said with a determined smile. "Come along, gents, I'll lead the way from here on out. It will make things a whole lot easier."
"And that's what we're worried about," the Companions all muttered in concern.
"And what is that suppose to mean?" the Eighth Doctor pouted.
Oddly enough, they all managed to mostly avoid most of the Infected that were crawling around the town as much as Dhruv Varma could scout. The one advantage to having a ghost for one's company is the vital element of stealth and reconnaissance. Dhruv Varma's invisibility to the Infected was quite beneficial for the necessary avoidance of most of the Infected. Some were of course unavoidable and the Companions had no other choice but to clear the area. But all in all, at least they didn't run into any more of the Special Infected. About five areas of estimation. The last one was that of an underground sewer.
Now, Kyon begins to open up the manhole, putting the lid to the side carefully, and climbing upwards, standing up on the solid wooden ground and raising his right hand to grab the right hand of Touma, pulling him up. And the rest soon followed, minus Dhruv as he simply floated past the surface and moved upwards on his own with no need to climb.
They all begin to look around the place. And yet another school hallway. The decayed wooden floors. The broken down windows. It felt familiar.
"Welp, we're back in the good old horror schoolville setting again. Quite uncreative of the masters of this place I should say," the Eighth Doctor remarked with humor.
"You can say that again..." Touma muttered, eyes narrowed.
"Imagine Breaker."
There was the voice of an ancient apex predator that resounded from within Touma. Touma and everyone else heard the voice, bringing their full attention and surprise. There was no physical presence and yet they could all feel the presence, communicating mentally.
"Oh, blazes!" the Eighth Doctor was surprised. He felt something familiar. An old friend that he hadn't met in a long while. "My word...IT? Is that you, old friend?" He asked this with a remarkable look of curiosity, drawing near to Touma.
"I am. It has been a while since I last saw this particular face of yours, my Lord Doctor. But that is no surprise as you are from somewhere not of our personal meta-time zone," said IT.
"It seems that surprise after surprise keeps coming up ever since I first met you all," the Eighth Doctor was indicating at the Companions and Dhruv Varma. But he especially regarded Touma. The original history is not as it should be, it seems. Looking back, the Eighth Doctor recalled IT's voice and roar coming out from within, feeling the sheer presence and power. A familiar sight. It would seem that this Touma Kamijou appears to be capable of communicating with IT.
"Imagine Breaker. There is something that you and your companions should know. For the past hours, I have been sensing unnatural distortions occurring throughout this dimension. I felt that all of these continuous space-time quakes that are scattered throughout the various locations, bringing individuals, peoples, and others here against their will, appear to come from multiple unnatural holes created all in a constant chain that is linked to a particular source of corruption of the mysticism variety," IT explained.
"Sachiko Ever After," Touma spoke grimly. "We already know that the spell is bringing people against their will, many of which appear to be random since Rika and Satoko, both who are past versions of my wife and best friend, are an example. But there's something else, isn't there, IT?"
"Yes," IT confirmed. "You already saw the Lamias from that other dimensional corridor. You and everyone else are also aware that other dimensions are getting dragged into this one, mix-matching into one single world of nightmares. Unspeakable horrors, ancient evils, forgotten gods, all of the others which are being dragged here. But even this is not the end of it."
"Oh come on, are you telling us that there's more?" Kyon raised an eyebrow. "What could honestly be worst than this hell and what you've already just exposition dumped like there's no tomorrow?"
"Based on the unnatural pattern of interdimensional merging, it is only a matter of time before some innocent worlds succumb to this process," IT explained, the tone became even more grave.
"Wait...Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Conan became worried. He slowly fitted the pieces together.
"If we don't find a way to end this madness quickly, then this would spread through your world first since it is the nearest and most connected. Everything seems to be concentrated on your Earth since this is the origin point where it all began," Lelouch said, his expression was one of subtle horror. "Other worlds would probably follow afterward."
"That would explain the unnatural rift that I stumble into not long after I got here," Dhruv spoke as he put his hand to his chin, deep in thought. "And I have a feeling that there is more than one rift from our world to this that is active."
"Meaning anyone can end up trapped here, charm or no charm. And the Foundation would probably notice it and make sure to prep the MTFs just in case," Sota said.
"Great, guess we really are running on borrowed time," Kyon said in irritation and worry. "And the worse problem now is that we don't even know how much time we really have."
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, Kyon. Right now, we need to focus on finding all of the fragments. Then we worry about that. One step at a time," Touma suggested, taking charge.
"Touma is right," the Eighth Doctor nodded. "Perhaps it is wise that we should keep moving and we don't stop." He raised his sonic screwdriver in order to do a scan for the soul fragments. "We're only a few miles away before the next soul fragment. Time to do a little bit of walking."
"Wait, my Lord Doctor," IT said, making the Eighth Doctor stop his tracks for a moment. "Before you leave, you and everyone else would need to stay here for a few moments. I have the feeling that there would be three familiar signatures heading your way."
This caused both the Eighth Doctor and the others to look at each other, curious and concerned.
And so, they waited for a few moments. Some like Kyon were leaning against the wall. Others would sit down on the floor in the case of Touma. And then, they noticed a few muffled voices coming from the south side of the corridor.
"...This place feels quite as long of a walk as it would have been," the voice of a young girl was heard.
"Young man, you said that this place had changed greatly since the last time you recall being here. Why do you think so?" the voice of an older woman was heard.
"Your guess is as good as mine, sensei," the voice of a young man was heard.
They turned around and spotted a young man, a young adult woman, and a young girl (?) walking from the side of the eerie broken hallway.
"...Eh?" Touma muttered in shock, standing up. "Satoshi-san? Rumiko-sensei? Komoe-sensei?"
"Eh?!" the aforementioned three—Satoshi Mochida, Rumiko Chie, and Komoe Tsukuyomi—noticed Touma and the others.
"Kamijou-kun?!" Rumiko exclaims in surprise.
"Kamijou-chan?!" Komoe exclaims in surprise.
"Touma-san?!" Satoshi exclaims in surprise. As far as he recalled, Touma Kamijou was a lot shorter and younger in appearance than he used to be. Now, he's quite tall and appears to be the same physical age as he was, towering him in fact. What was odd also was the current company that he was with, especially the ghost-like figure that was with them. But he didn't feel anything malevolent towards the ghost. It felt...warm. Much different from the other wandering souls of this place.
Touma and the others were surprised as well. The young man, Satoshi Mochida, knew his name. Even more, his expression gave it away. He knew Touma. Did that mean that he remembers?
"Edogawa-kun, Kyon-kun, Mizushino-kun, Lamperouge-kun, you are also here...and Doctor-sensei?!" Komoe looked confused at the last part, recognizing the past incarnation of the Time Lord that she knew.
"You know of me?" the Eighth Doctor asked, curious.
"Yes," Komoe nodded with a smile of cheerfulness and professionalism. "It is the duty of a teacher of TARDIS School to recognize the past incarnations of the Doctor as part of emergency procedures. That would also have to include Chie-sensei." Rumiko nodded in response.
The Eighth Doctor smiled. "I see that one of my emergency programs is still in effect in the future. Quite splendid and well done."
"...Touma-san," Satoshi looks at Touma with a sense of curiosity. "Is that really you?"
"Yeah, it's me," Touma nodded, confirming his guess.
"You've...You've..." Satoshi muttered, confused.
"Gotten older? A lot older than what you're used to but I'm still me," Touma smiled. Then his face turned serious. "But enough about that, there's something I need to tell you about Yuka-chan."
"Eh?!| Satoshi sported a shocked expression. "My sister! Do you know where my sister is, Touma-san?!" he asked, putting both hands to Touma's shoulders.
"She's safe. She and Akaboji-san are safe, somewhere where Sachiko can never reach. And not just them, Ayumi-chan, Yoshiki-san, and Yui-sensei are safe as well, all together. We're still trying to find the others among other things," Touma reassured his old friend.
"(Sigh). I'm glad..." Satoshi was genuinely happy on the inside. His little sister was safe from this place. And that wasn't all. Two of his friends and his sensei are alright as well.
"Everyone, since we're all gathered like this, I believe that an explanation is an order," Rumiko suggested seriously.
Conan nodded. "We'll try, sensei. But we have to warn you, it's quite complicated."
Complicated.
It doesn't even begin to describe what had been explained by the Eighth Doctor, the Companions, and Dhruv Varma. Satoshi had minor suspicions about it and had been confirmed to be the case plus a bunch of additional factors that escalated into an "end of the world" as they knew it. No pressure. Rumiko was more concerned because of the fact that her students, their past selves at least, are prime targets by the girl dyed in red because of the connection that they all commonly had with Touma Kamijou, making her ponder deeply on this matter.
They were all currently walking on the vast dilapidated corridor, walking up the stairs, and finding a lit candle to the side.
"Hm. A candle is lit at this part of the corridor. Someone must have either lit it...," the Doctor muttered.
"Or someone wants to think someone must have lit it...You can never be too careful around these parts...," Conan narrowed his eyes.
"Right you are, Conan," the Eighth Doctor smiled sadly.
And so, they move forward upstairs. They were still seeing the same old scenery as the last school corridor. Touma and Satoshi were catching up in the meantime.
"...You know...it's weird," Satoshi smiled sadly.
"Hm? What's weird?" Touma asked.
"You know...us repeating this hell over and over and over again. People die, we end up in Heavenly Host, we try to find a way to appease the spirit of Sachiko, depending on how we do things, we either succeed or make things worst. It's sort of...discouraging, to say the least," Satoshi said.
"I know what you mean," Touma nodded in empathy. "But things are a lot different this time, Satoshi. Heavenly Host is no longer the same school we were used to dealing with. Back then, it was just simple vengeful ghosts, endless traps, and school corridors. Now, multiple numbers of horrors from beyond are getting added to the mix all because of that grimoire."
"The Book of Shadows, right?" Satoshi sported a grim expression. "I always knew that book was nothing but trouble."
"Dabbling in dark magicks the likes of which normal humans and other sentient mortals could not possibly understand always leads to potential disasters, young man," the Eighth Doctor spoke with a tone of a teacher. "It's why I prefer science instead. Fewer practical risks and one knows what one does if you're clever enough. Magick is messy and chaotic and unpredictable, not safe for the normal layman to touch."
"If I recall, the Time Lords used to deal with stuff like that back in the day, Doctor," Lelouch said with a smile.
"Oh yes, we did, but there's quite the difference in scale," the Eighth Doctor nodded. "They're the more dangerous kinds that we needed to either eradicate from the face of existence with extreme prejudice or strictly contain for the sake of safety and precaution for the many."
"You know...I still can't believe that you have an alien mentor, Touma," Satoshi said with a smile. "You never really told me and the rest of our friends about your other life much."
"Well in my defense, we were trying to survive at that time, plus I've been spending god knows how long getting sent to one place or another uncontrollably. Kinda like an isekai gone horribly wrong," Touma spoke grimly.
Everyone who knew what Touma was talking about such as the Companions, Dhruv Varma, Rumiko, and Komoe sported empathetic expressions. The Eighth Doctor, not knowing the full context but knowing more than enough without risk to future knowledge and experience, was nevertheless curious and concerned.
Satoshi only sported a sympathetic expression, twitching. "Well...for what it's worth, I'm glad that you're here now, meeting again I mean. I only wish that our meeting again were different for a change instead of Heavenly Host getting shoved to our faces."
"So do I," Touma said. "At this point, one really needs to change the name of this school. Hellish Host seems like the more appropriate title for this place as it's far from being a paradise."
"Agreed," Satoshi nodded. Then he became thoughtful. "Speaking of which..." He glances at Rumiko and Komoe who were right behind him. "I didn't think that I'd stumble upon two of your senseis before we even met, Touma-san."
"Hm. Hm," Komoe smiled, closing her eyes while maintaining a proud expression. "I have been Touma's teacher the longest so I knew him more than most. When I first met him as a late elementary student enrolling in Academy City, he was such a very good boy."
"A very good boy, huh," Satoshi smiled. "You know...never have I imagined that you came from another world, never mind living in a city that is about thirty years more advance in terms of technology."
"I never thought of that as a big deal really," Touma smiled, his hands tucked in his pocket. "Truth be told, I cherished the interactions more, all of the people that I've ever met in that city, many of whom I can safely call my friends."
"That sounds interesting. It makes me want to visit Academy City when all of this is over, maybe even bring the others along," Satoshi said with a smile.
"I...wouldn't recommend visiting Academy City, Satoshi," Touma spoke sadly, noticed by Satoshi who was concerned. "A lot of messed up things happened in that place. Not everything is all sunshine and rainbows despite the public advertisements and advanced technology. Like any city, there's a dark side - the criminals and corruptible included. Only in this case, most of them happen to be espers, people capable of powerful feats. A lot of discrimination when it comes to various levels."
"Oh...that bad huh," Satoshi grimaced.
"Well, half the time really. But with many of my friends there fighting the good fight, I managed well enough," Touma said.
"And I'm one of the few people that Touma comes to in case of problems since I'm not just his teacher but his guardian," Komoe said, walking forward and smiled at the two young men.
"And I'm quite grateful for all of those times, Komoe-sensei," Touma said with a smile.
"...So um," Satoshi glances at Dhruv Varma. "What's his story?"
Touma noticed the gesture. He smiled. "Oh, he's just your simple friendly ghost. The Indian variety. We've met a long time ago before I ever encountered you guys,"
"You were visiting Bangalore at that time last I recall," Dhruv smiled in reminiscence. "Needless to say, that was quite a good adventure."
A few walks later, they found themselves on a nearby rooftop with stairs leading to the bottom and another corridor. There were abandoned buildings found in the distance. There was a dense fog covering the midwestern section of the town.
"Alright, the first rule for everyone as a reminder. Watch out for the foggiest of places. Lots of nasty surprises, these ones," the Eighth Doctor said, grimacing.
"That's kind of an obvious trope at this point," Kyon deadpanned.
"How much further do we go from here?" Rumiko asked.
The Eighth Doctor checked for his sonic, making a few scrunched eyebrows. "That way." He said, pointing to the stairs that lead down to the corridor.
And they begin to walk downstairs and walk through the dilapidated corridors. While walking, they spotted another corpse lying down on the floor in a sitting position. It was a female student. She appeared to have pale skin and the remains of her flesh were still seen for her to remain recognizable. Guts spilled out from her stomach, almost as if it were hacked. There was an ID on his person. The Companions and Dhruv Varma were narrowing their eyes. The Eighth Doctor ventured to examine the ID while crouching down and scanning the body with his sonic screwdriver and read:
Naruizawa High School.
Ruri Akaisha
Age: 16
"Another lost soul...a child at that," the Eighth Doctor spoke with subtle displeasure, standing up. "Dying a brutal death through the use of a pair of gardening scissors and bleeding to death."
"That's...honestly a painful way to go," Satoshi was sick to his stomach. "But this feels more like Sachiko's style, really."
And then, they kept moving forward and turning to the right corner. They passed by several deserted classrooms. More decayed corpses were found, those of young students that were dealt with harsh and violent deaths which were undeserved.
And then...
"Kyaaaaaaah!"
"Hm?"
They stopped. They begin to hear a few screams echoing from somewhere down the other hallway. The Eighth Doctor and the Companions all looked at each other before eventually dashing forward, with the others following close behind.
After one pass to the right, they find three young teenagers, one young man and two young women, who were running from what appeared to be multiple Common Infected. They appeared to be wearing high school uniforms, the young man was seen with a byzantium purple blazer found on his right shoulder while the girls were wearing a white sailor fuku with a green collar and a red bow. While taking note of the Infected, Touma couldn't help but widen his eyes as he immediately recognized one of the teenagers who were running. The same goes for Satoshi who could not help but widen his eyes in recognition, having already regained enough memories to know that the one young man that was running was bad news overall.
"Uh oh..." Kyon muttered, drawing out his revolvers and open-fired. The same response was present in Sota, bringing out his Ride Booker and shooting magenta-colored projectiles at the Infected, taking many of them down in droves.
Touma narrowed his eyes, raising his right hand. A moment later, the sound of the walls from the corridor was heard to crash just as Touma closed his right fist, knocking out many of the Infected and burying them senseless, killing some. Satoshi, witnessing this feat, was in shock. He was looking at Touma, wondering just how can he do something like this since he never recalled Touma having done this type of feat before.
"Everyone, run!" Touma exclaimed.
The three high school students noticed Touma and the others. While surprised at this sudden timing, they nevertheless agreed. They and everyone else were now making a run for it towards the other direction as what Touma had done was merely temporary to hold the Infected from breaching the debris.
After more than an hour of running, they finally stopped in order for most people to catch their breath. The danger had passed for the time being and they had managed to evade the Infected. They were now currently in a nearby corridor. The view of the city was seen from the broken windows. However...
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"
That doesn't mean it wasn't without problems.
The girls in particular were naturally terrified of Dhruv Varma because of his ghost status which they only realized by the time the Infected were no longer on their tale, something that made him both sad and annoyed, muttering in an exasperated complaint. "Really? You two girls are realizing this now while we were all being chased by those other monsters down the hallway?"
The girls didn't answer due to fear. Naturally, the Companions stepped in.
"Easy girls, calm down, he's not going to hurt you," Sota reassured, raising an eyebrow.
"But he will hurt your feelings at least," Kyon smirked in amusement.
"Kyon!" Lelouch made a disapproving look.
"I'm just kidding, alright," Kyon raised both of his hands in a form of mocking surrender.
"My friend being a snarky and graceless toad aside," As Lelouch said this, Kyon muttered "Oi!". Lelouch smiled gracefully and spoke in a gentlemanly tone. "Can I ask for the names of you two fine ladies?"
The two girls were blinking, slowly looking at each other before turning back to Lelouch. AFter a few moments, they decided to speak up.
"Um...my name is Urabe...Urabe Emi..." one girl said. She is a girl of below-average height and above-average weight. She has medium-length brown hair with a tint of green, green eyes and purple glasses.
"My name is...Kirisaki Tohko," the other girl said. She is a girl of average height and below average weight. She has medium-length brown hair with a tint of green tied into a ponytail with a white bow and desaturated turquoise eyes.
Lelouch nodded with a smile. "I see. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you all. And you?" Lelouch looked towards the young man who was leaning on the side of the wall in order to rest for a bit.
The young man was of above-average height and build. He has grey eyes and short, black hair. He keeps his blazer on his right shoulder, and he has his shirt partly unbuttoned and untucked with his sleeves rolled up. He also has a silver chain looped onto his pants and a belt with a silver buckle.
"Hm? Oh, my name is Kizami Yuuya. Please to meet yo-"
But he didn't get to finish the sentence because...
Much to the shock of almost everyone...
Touma Kamijou suddenly punches Yuuya with a mean right hook to the face, knocking him several meters away out cold, twisting at least three times at mid-air before falling down to the wooden floor.
There was silence...
Nobody spoke as they were at a loss as to what on earth just happened...
No, not even Yuuya's two classmates couldn't utter a word, scared as they were, putting both hands and joined them to each other, looking in horror.
"Eh..." only Komoe's voice was heard, spooked at what had just occurred. It was one of worry, her heart being heavy. "Kamijou...chan..."
All they saw was Touma suddenly punching a random high school boy which happened without any prior warning. Despite the urge to ask just what had happened, most of the Companions begin to notice something. Touma's eyes went pale yellow. It wasn't like those other times. It was one of anger. It wasn't the ordinary violent bursts of anger of a teenager. No. It was subtle rage.
The Companions realized that there was something that they were missing the necessary context. They realized that since Touma had experienced the horrors of Heavenly Host for who knows how many years, it wouldn't be surprising that Touma had met a few people along the way as Ayumi Shinozaki, Yoshiki Kishinuma, Yuka Mochida, Yui Shishido, and finally Satoshi Mochida as one example.
Speaking of Satoshi, the Companions looked at him and saw a face of recognition. There was also relief and slight approval. The Companions realized at once that the young man that Touma had recently knocked out cold have history.
Touma was slowly walking forward towards the knocked-out Yuuya Kiazami, with Satoshi not hesitating to follow close behind.
"Doctor..." Touma muttered. It was one of contrite and urgency. He wasn't letting Yuuya Kizami out of his sight.
"Yes," the Eighth Doctor muttered in a serious and concerned tone. It almost seems like this didn't bother him based on his blank expression.
"Can we go back to the TARDIS? Your TARDIS I mean?" Touma said in an ominous tone.
"Why, Touma?" the Eighth Doctor stepped forward. "Just who is he?" It was a question hidden with many meanings. It wasn't just about the identity of the young man who was currently knocked out. Rather, it was about the obvious history that Touma seem to have with this young man.
"We need to prep the dungeon and keep him confined there until everything is all said and done, a place where he can't hurt anyone else," Touma's eyes returned to normal afterward. But his tone was no less grim and dire. "You all don't know it but...this person may perhaps be one of the most dangerous and sadistic people that had ever been trapped in this godforsaken school. We can't let him remain on the loose as he may prove to be more of a liability than needed."
"I'd have to agree on that one," Satoshi muttered, making an angry face towards Yuuya and with hands turning to clenched knuckles.
"Okay...you're starting to sound like Lelouch," Kyon muttered in concern. Then he tried to correct himself. "Not that it's a bad thing, but..."
"I would have to incline to agree with Kyon for once, Touma. And that's not even getting into the whole punching someone randomly with no prior warning. Although...I think that I and the rest of us would have to hazard a guess..." Lelouch said, concerned.
"You've met him before...?...Haven't you...?" Conan said with a serious expression.
Touma was silent for a few moments. Afterward, he nodded. "Yeah...I knew him...A long time ago..."
Really...?
How can he forget him of all people...?
How can he forget the many deaths that this bastard had caused in the past...? Or was it the future...?
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ED Song:
【ARTERY VEIN】Confutatis no Inori (Full Version)【CP Blood Covered】【Eng Lyrics】
Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:
The Eighth Doctor - A: Paul McGann
Main Companion Protagonists:
Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe
Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa/Night Baron - VA: Minami Takayama
Kyon - VA: Tomokazu Sugita
Sota Mizushino/Kamen Rider Decade - VA: Daiki Yamashita
Lelouch vi Britannia/Zero - VA: Jun Fukuyama
The Club Characters:
Rumiko Chie - VA: Fumiko Orikasa
The Nine Characters:
Satoshi Mochida - VA: Hiro Shimono
New Characters:
George Kurai/Kamen Rider Zi-O - VA: Yoshitaka Yamaya
Tatsuya Kaname/Kamen Rider Geiz - VA: Kaori Mizuhashi
Doctor Traum/Kamen Rider Trauma - VA: Takaya Hashi
Private Coda (STARS) - A: Temuera Morrison
Tsubasa Kazanari - VA: Nana Mizuki
Yuuya Kiazami - VA: Tomokazu Sugita
Emi Urabe - VA: Satomi Moriya
Tohko Kirisaki - VA: Seiko Yoshida