The ride down the elevator to the lower levels of the lab was...Excruciatingly awkward. There wasn't anything much to do in the small, enclosed space as it slowly and painfully went down. It didn't seem like the facility had much power running the place now; it definitely seemed like it'd take forever to reach their destination. There wasn't any music either, just the noise of rumbling descension to fill the vacant air.

Hate found itself leaning against the wall with his arms crossed while Betty sat down on the ground, playing around with a tiny needle of her magic like a fidget spinner, and Adel stood around. There was nothing but silence between them all without anything to entertain the trio. The humanoid was starting to get pissed at how long it was taking to reach their destination, secretly bawling its hands into a fist, nails digging into its skin, but said nothing. Not until Adel took his revolver out and spun its cylinder continuously like a toy.

At first Hate had no issue with the adult's fixation on the weapon, he was just passing the time like Betty and it figured he'd stop after a minute or so. But as time went on and the spinning noise the item made repeated and repeated, it figured it had enough and would try some better alternative to waste time for them all than watch the cowboy officer annoyingly act ready for gunslinging. He pushed himself off the wall and grabbed the human's wrist before they thought of spinning the gun's chambers again, forcing a grin. "Hey, why don't we stop that and talk?"

"I never thought you'd strike up a conversation," Betty remarked with a coy smirk.

"Beats listening to whatever god-forsaken noise that gun is making." Hate scoffed. "I seriously can't handle how long this elevator is taking. We might as well pass the time with something," It released its grip from Adel and looked down at Betty with its dull gray eyes, "and I know you're very curious about Adel..."

Betty just rolled her eyes while Adel shook off the pain in his wrist. "Ease on the grip next time." he chuffed and holstered his firearm to rub his now-sore joint. "So what's this gonna be? Some casual chatting? A QnA? Ah understand ya have questions about me – considering y'all two barely know what's going on with ol' Adel."

Some questions and answers sounded like a good idea, neither Hate nor Betty really knew Adel outside from the fact he was related to Agni and a cowboy-obsessed police officer. Pair that with the suspicion Betty had – at least to Hate's knowledge anyways – along with its boredom, and the humanoid thought it was a good way to kill three birds with one stone."QnA."

"Alrighty then-" Adel pointed a finger gun at his two accomplices and winked, which almost immediately meet with stinging pain from his wrist. "S-shoot."

Maybe I should've been gentler... Hate forgot that the human in front of him wasn't as durable as his friends, all of whom had some sort of increased durability, except for Milo. For a split second, a pang of unease filled him, the idea of being able to harm someone from a petty annoyance shook his core. But that was just a quick, passing feeling, like an 'oops' as opposed to lamentation. It went away once the moment of pity quickly passed. "Alright, so-"

"What's with the cowboy getup?" Betty bounced to her feet and poked her tiny toothpick-like spear at Adel's leather hat, bargaining in her question first.

"Can I, like, not ask my question first?" Hate snarled.

"Hey, you stated I was curious and I'm not going to dismiss such a claim," She wittily said, only adding onto Hate's salt with the royal-toned word choice she occasionally used. The pink-haired girl would let the dark being simmer with irritation out of amusement before drawing a sigh and shrugging. "But if you want to ask first, be my guest."

Damn right I will. Already tired of Betty's antics, it would try to ignore what just happened and ask, "I've been wondering, what's exactly up with you and Agni?" That was the first question that came to mind for Hate, the adult's introduction being rather sudden and unexpected when they first met. Agni apparently knew him as a friend, but hadn't expected them to show up either, and seemed to have some history he was unaware about. It knew she mentioned having friends before, but strangely she never really talked about them. At all.

While it didn't make him out to be a liar, it did seem like Adel had something more than let on. He wasn't very good at concealing that fact. It wasn't hard for Hate to see why Betty was wary of him, but it doubted he had any malicious intention. Nothing seemed too off from him.

"Ah. Well, that's a long story," Adel chuckled. He pursed his lips and thought for a second before explaining, "I suppose I'm her guardian."

"So you're like her father?" Betty questioned to the officer's dismay.

"Wha-? Well- I mean- that's one way of puttin' it." Adel bashfully said. He tried refraining from tipping his hat down to cover an embarrassed blush on his face, just keeping a hand over the brim. "I'm more like her caretaker, someone makin' sure she doesn't do any trouble she usually does."

Trouble? Hate didn't take Agni as the kind of person to cause any issues as opposed to someone like Betty; it thought she unintentionally hooked into it more often than not. By no means did she seem like a troublemaker. All his interactions with her seemed innocent and kindhearted with her whole timid nature and lacking bravery despite her trait.

Speaking out Hate's thoughts, Betty further questioned Adel, "She causes trouble?"

"She doesn't?" Adel raised a brow.

"No?" Hate and Betty simultaneously said, their faces scrunched up in confusion.

"I'll be..." He said as if his breath was taken away. Is it really that surprising? Adel was only raising more questions than answers from the duo and he could see from their facial expressions. He decided to indulge them a little as to why the news was such a shock to him, asking "She doesn't drink, does she? Or sneak up on people? No unsolicited tricks?"

Okay, maybe there was a little more to Agni than Hate thought. Admittedly, it remembered her doing all those things in the past from ambushing it and Betty to getting its entire friend group to drink back at the MTT2 Hotel. But all of that was simple mischief and mishaps Agni did, there was nothing really deep about any of those interactions except them being done out of good intentions. Hell, everything she did was for something good at the end of the day, even if it did derail on occasion. "Well..."

Adel's tone went cold, his eyes darkening into a murky yellow. "Has she attacked any of you yet?"

Silence.

Hate looked down at Betty, who looked back up at it. When Agni ambushed the two of them, she did attack without any consideration they were allies at first, up until she noticed Hate and replaced her fears with confusion. Should they tell Adel that though? He seemed... beyond serious with his question, like if they weren't honest then it'd be their mistake. Hate felt more threatened than Betty since he wasn't all that powerful like her or the cowboy. Would there be any consequence for their friend if they were truthful?

Honestly, either way, they both weren't up for snitching on their friend like this, so they decided to keep it a secret. "Only those who attacked us first." Betty lied.

"Huh. That's good..." Adel rubbed his eyes and sighed, feeling like he got worked up for nothing. "I guess she's been controlling herself better."

Hate had no idea what Adel was talking about, unlike Betty who seemed to nod in acknowledgment. Was it missing something? It had known her much better than Betty, given how distant the pink-haired girl acted towards her sometimes, but it wasn't aware that she had reckless behavioral issues. It always seemed like she was the opposite of that, completely cautious and wary at every step. It wanted to know the truth. "Is- was she a delinquent?"

Adel bit his lip thoughtfully. "Er... More like troubled." He didn't elaborate further than that, just shrugging. 'Troubled' could be taken into an array of ways; Agni could be troubled in a sense they were an aggressive and problematic teen prior to meeting Hate or it could mean they were troubled mentally...

...Given they were a fearful bravery soul- Oh. OH. Suddenly it knew what he meant – hopefully. Agni wasn't in a good state of mind very often. The things Adel listed weren't just because she did it for fun or wanted to, did she? At least not often. It was all starting to make sense to Hate, why she was they way she was and why the officer was concerned about her behavior. She acted in opposition to what she used to be, brave, for likely not-so-good reasons.

Wait...Why is her magic powerful then? Hate had no idea why Agni's magic was strong, it had seen it in person numerous times. She was able to summon mutiple spears, use excessive amounts of energy to reflect attacks, and even cause explosions. But that wouldn't be possible with a bravey soul scared out of their mind, right? Their soul would be gray from that unless there was something specific it was missing. "So then why-

"Don't know," Adel said straightforwardly, having figured out what it'd say mid-way, "But what I do know is her moral bravery is stronger than her physical bravery."

"Ah." Is he saying that honestly or... Hate's face scrunched up for a second. If Adel didn't want to tell, or he was really clueless, then it didn't mind. What it did mind was that there was Adel saying that like it wasn't the first to ask.

"Well, it doesn't matter," Betty twirled around the mini-spear then pointed it once more at Adel. She really needs to stop that habit. "weren't we supposed to be asking questions about YOU anyways? Not Agni?"

Adel leaned forward and touched the magical toothpick, pressing down and away from his face. "Y'all seemed interested 'bout her, I wasn't gonna deny an answer. If ya want, you can still ask me-"

The elevator lights flicked as the boxed room started to rumble, throwing everyone off balance. Very quickly everything would power down and shut off; The elevator controls, the floor display, and the light bulbs all simultaneously died, leaving the lift pitch black as it continued descending with harsh shaking.

"What the fuck?!" Hate yelled, gripping its hands on the side rails.

Betty looked up as a screeching noise began emitting from the roof, the sound of metal harshly scratching against one another. "I'm assuming this isn't normal?"

"No!" Adel and Hate yelled as they both desperately clung for life, right before the elevator came to an abrupt halt. Everyone was flung up, although the two of them would only lift off the ground a foot or two at best and suffer moderate recoil. Betty on the other hand, who hadn't held onto anything, was launched straight up to the roof, her body slamming against it with a loud thud. That same thud would then be reproduced when her body fell onto the ground milliseconds later.

Betty groaned in pain.

"Fuck... Everyone alright?" Adel asked as he stumbled back to his feet.

Hate stood up, rubbing his head. "I am but I can't say the same for Betty. I think? I can't see shit."

"I don't got ah light source," Adel said, the noise of shuffling being made presumably from his pockets. "Nothin'."

"I got something..." Betty weakly uttered, manifesting her sword of determination in her left hand. It worked to provide enough light for the room like a glowstick, illuminating and tinting the whole place with red including her gashed forehead.

Adel winced. "You okay, Betty?"

"I've had way worse..." Betty said before wincing hard with a stifled grunt. "The same can't be said with this headache I'm having now."

"Why don't ya sit down for a bit?" Adel motioned the pink-haired girl to a corner, intending to stay as long as they needed to unlike Hate. The humanoid was already ready to leave. The small, now-dark space was giving it claustrophobia and it'd rather not suffer another unsolicited drop tower ride. It had no idea what floor they were on, but behind the elevator doors had to be better than this ride-turned-nightmare.

Getting up and close to the steel door, Hate would dig its fingers as deep as it could in between its middle crevasse, against the surface's sides. With as much strength as it could muster, the being relied on pure physical strength to separate it open. For a second it worked, creaking open just enough for the scent of mildew and sweet lemon to flow inside from the floor level before it had to take a small break. It bent its head down and huffed. "Fuck, why is this thing so hard...?"

"...Need assistance?" Betty asked, wobbly standing to her feet and summoning a pair of determined claws onto her hands. Her magic flickered, unable to stabilize from her concussion. You look like you need some!

"I'm not that weak," Hate hissed, "I can do it." It would try once again, prying open the elevator door, a little bit more strength than last time out of spite and frustration. Without warning, the exit gave in to the stress being applied and opened wide open, causing the pitch-black being to fall forward onto the old lab floor.

"That's some mighty impressive strength without magic." Adel complimented as he stepped out, standing past Hate to survey the place.

Hate got up and dusted itself off, also looking out into the new area they were in. "Thanks."

What a mess of a place. Probably even worse than being stuck in a small elevator, the lab was comparable to a run-down motel. Moldy wallpaper, fog in the air accumulated from droplets of water having nowhere to go, cracked tiles, it was all an eyesore only to be further complimented with a horrendous shade of green. The place was once lit up, judging by the tube light bulbs hanging from the ceiling now unusable by the damage and mold they all sustained, but it was all now nearly pitch-black except for a light at the end of the first hallway.

"We should move forward. This is the right area." Adel said as he slipped out his revolver, his eyes trained down the hallway and the light at the end.

"The hell would anyone be down here for?" Hate asked as the trio began to move down the hall, Betty lagging behind with a hand over her head.

"Don't know, but it could be fo- " Green light. "JESUS-" Adel fired at the origin...Only to find out he shot a monitor rather than any kind of suspect. It seemed to have displayed some kind of text or something, until a magical bullet had abruptly ceased such villainous actions.

Hate covered its ears, clenching its teeth as the deafening noise of the gunshot rang across the formerly silent lab. "Really?!"

"Do you shoot everything that scares you?" Betty bemoaned. If her concussion wasn't already making her head pain, then certainly that shot had.

"Oops." Adel awkwardly laughed to no one's amusement, "Guess em' monitors here still work."

Betty rolled her eyes and took the lead of the group to prevent any further unnecessary monitor casualties, successfully sparing two more that otherwise would've spooked out the cowboy. Meanwhile, Hate decided to be behind both of them just in case any danger happens to come across and he wasn't in Adel's crosshairs accidentally. Is he even trained to use that thing?

What was on the monitors anyways? Hate was curious, watching each one turn on upon any of them getting near. Looking at the screens, there was green text supposedly meant to document research, having official-sounding titles with dates that helped infer which entry was which. Unfortunately, there was nothing of importance, what was actually written in the main article was just... '=)'. Over and over again.

For a moment it saw the screen flicker into a new color. Red. There was new text, but it happened so fast it didn't have time to read it before switching to its previous state.

Hate, as much as its mind gnawed to think otherwise, believed it must've been Boukyaku's doing. They were after his clones after all, and given how he could manipulate environments, why wouldn't it be him? Whatever was on there was just there to make the being uneasy...But why couldn't it shake off the feeling something was watching?

It took a few steps forward, leaving the monitor with its back turned away to catch up with its companions, just as the screen turned pink. Then off.

"Hey Betty," Hate picked up the pace a bit, keeping itself with the others as close as possible, "You're not picking up any magic...Are you?"

"I can't check right now, my magic is all finicky from that head injury. Apologies." Betty replied as the group drew themselves into what seemed like a lobby. It was the only place illuminated in the entire lab without the use of her sword brightening up the place, the vending machine being the sole source of light. It was a sort of godsend for her because immediately upon entering her magic would disintegrate into nothing and she would kneel down. "Ugh...Brain injuries are so hard to heal..."

Even if Hate disliked her, it was rather a pitiful sight to see the human in such a weak state from a concussion. the internal injury seemed to greatly affect her magic conjuring and impaired her. It never suffered anything like that, it doubted it ever could due to its odd biology and lack of magic, but the scenario definitely seemed to suck. "No shit."

Adel moved up and in front of Betty and gently applied his hand on her forehead. "Is it that bad?"

"Yeah." Betty sighed, "I'm going to need some more time to heal, It's not a normal injury after all."

Adel moved his hand away and shook his head. It wasn't the most ideal situation for any of them, but he would try to make it work and find a way around the issue. He wasn't planning on having Betty tag along in her state, even if she was one of the most powerful humans known to date. "Well, why don't ya have a break? Me and Hate can explore while you rest."

Betty thought about it for a moment, her eyes drifting to different parts of the room. "Are you sure?" She cautiously asked as she got up and stumbled over to the vending machine, "What if you encounter something neither of you can handle?"

"Yeah! Like me!" Boukyaku exclaimed from the corner of the lobby's shadows, his magenta grinning face and knife of twisted perseverance piercing through the dark. Giddiness filled him as he stepped forward and towards the trio, giggling like a madman to himself.

"I knew you were somewhere;" Adel grunted and aimed his revolver at the corrupted human. "Stand down!"

Following example, Betty manifested her scythe while Hate took out its pitch-black blade. Both were ready for what tricks their opponent had, knowing full well of his unpredictability after their last encounter with his clones. Hate especially was wary after having been victim to being dragged and chased throughout his dimension, something it shouldn't have survived if not for all the lucky breaks it came across the way. I was kind of hoping he wouldn't be here...

"Now, now. No need to be so uptight!" Boukyaku casually said as he continued to approach the three, raising his knife up and touching its tip with his other hand. "I'm simply cutting down on time. I'd rather not let you all waste 30 minutes on boring gameplay exploring this useless content of a lab, so I came right to you all!" His grin widened, arching past his cheeks. "Isn't that great?"

"Why are you here?" Adel's finger inched towards the trigger the closer Boukyaku got.

Finally stopping in his racks, just a mere yard away from everyone, Boukyaku twirled his knife and hummed. He seemed completely disinterested in the fact he had a gun pointed right at his head and two blades drawn at him. "I should be asking the same thing, Adel." The knife fumbled out of his hands and onto the ground, stabbing the ceramic flooring. He gave an annoyed huff at the spectacle and lowered his head, his expression turning sadistic. "You followed me, didn't you? You were always so...Typical."

As horrifying as it was for Hate to be in Boukyaku's presence once more, it was baffled by the fact he knew Adel. It wasn't surprised he knew it and its friend's name, after all they were given a public debut and attacked by his clones, but for the cowboy-like officer it was different. As far as it had known, only Agni really knew him and supposedly had no relationship with the twisted human staring them all down. "He knows you?"

No response from Adel.

"Oops! Spoilers! Oh well, it's not relevant to my quest offer at hand." Boukyaku stuck his nose up in the air and dismissively waved. Quest offer? Is he fucking around with us?

"...What are you planning?" Adel growled and squeezed hard on the grip on his revolver.

"Bold of you to assume I have one." Boukyaku paused, his expression faltering into a weary smile. "...Okay, maybe I have one, but it's not mine."

"That's not answering the question. What are you doin' down here." At this point, Adel's question didn't seem like one, more like an...Opportunity? An opening, a search for a reason. He was already pulling slowly on the trigger.

Boukyaku stuck his tongue out, slumping a bit. "Ugh...Questions are so boring. What are you looking for? In-game lore or something?"

"Quit it." Betty spoke while standing herself up with her scythe. "You're stalling."

Ignoring being called out, he only continued with his antics and jumped back at the sight of Betty's current state. "Woah, you look like shit!" He placed his hands on his hips and shook his head. "That elevator got you good, huh? Did for me too-"

Almost too close for comfort, a pitch-black bullet of magic whizzed past Boukyaku and struck the wall right before him. It shattered from the sheer force, launching bits of wallpaper and concrete into the foggy air. He didn't seem fazed, but it did certainly stop another word from coming out of his mouth as he stood there. It was hard to tell what he was thinking with his smile unfaltering, but probably something along the lines of 'Oh.' at the very least.

With the barrel smoking out magical residue, Adel blew at it and sighed. "We can kill ya right here and now if you won't take any of us seriously. I feel like it ain't gonna matter for a clone like you, though."

Boukyaku bit his lip and looked down at his knife embedded into the floor. "You're right, usually that wouldn't bother me-" He closed his eyes, "-but I'm trying to not die here."

"Strange. How come?" Adel pulled back the revolver's hammer, readying another shot.

"Well, I'd tell you if I wasn't so rudely being held at gun, sword, and scythe point." Boukyaku raised his arms to the back of his head, thinking to himself with a small hum. "Hm...Actually, if you don't mind-

"-let's change that." A similar-sounding voice rang throughout the room right as sets of whip-like appendages emerged out the ground next to each of Boukyaku's enemies.

Hate's eyes widened and it would attempt to slice off an oncoming tendril with its sword but quickly found it could make hardly as much as a chip of damage. Shit. The limb would simply ignore the strike and use the opportunity to wrap around its arm, yanking the humanoid to the ground and restraining it. "There's two of them?!"

The same scenario followed suit for Betty, taking the same approach with similar results. She raised her scythe and swung at her tendril, but upon contact...Nothing. Not even a dent, much to her shock. "But that should've-" Swiftly, she was captured and forcefully yanked to the ground.

Determination couldn't cut it?! Hate desperately looked over to Adel, who was just doing the same thing as it and Betty by fighting back. He gritted his teeth and spun to his side at the appendages coming for him next and fired. To the humanoid's surprise, his bullet of magic completely decimated it.

Boukyaku laughed out loud, striking a nerve in Adel. He watched the officer face him with an intense look of hate, gun aimed. "Hey, don't get any bright ideas! You and your friend are running a hardcore world! It's one and you're done!" He leaned forward, putting on a wide, sharp smile. "I got two of your allies captured. It'd be smart if you...Didn't shoot. Perhaps listen to me instead?"

Hate and Betty felt the coils around their bodies tightening in response, just enough to force a discomforting grunt out of them. The clones, wherever the second one was, seemed ready to kill the two of them if Adel didn't comply. From past experience, Hate knew Boukyakus could be relentless and murderous. Although he particulary had fun toying with his victims, he was more inclined to kill when things didn't go his way.

"Dammit! Adel, listen to him!" It shouted. "He'll try to kill us otherwise!"

"Ooooo, someone is finally being smart, huh? I always like it when someone plays my games! But will you, Adel?" Boukyaku playfully wondered, swaying side to side with his hands behind his back.

Adel's allies fully expected him to take the right path and lower his weapon as it didn't want to risk its own life in the slightest just for some cheap shot at the clone. It seemed completely irrational to threaten the very person who has two lives right in their hands. And yet he didn't budge.

He wouldn't. There was no way in hell Adel would really take the opportunity to kill Boukyaku at such high stakes...Right? He was a police officer; wasn't the safety of everyone more important to him? That belief was being dangerously challenged by him. He didn't move nor say anything, but that look in his eyes slowly manifesting told it all.

Dark. So dark they were hardly yellow. It was like all the justice in his soul, yet he wasn't graying, just...Darkening.

Hate had a horrible feeling. "A-Adel?"

Adel slowly rested his finger on the trigger as the tendril's grip on Betty and Hate only intensified. The barrel's tip began to glow a bright yellow, only to be infected by a stream of black.

"Boring." Boukyaku frowned.

"I can't- ugh- do anything!" Betty shouted, desperately trying to release herself to stop Adel. She was just as aware of the situation as Hate was, but equally powerless. In a pointless attempt to escape, she manifested a burst of magic around her, fire, in hopes of warding off the limbs around her. It did nothing and it didn't even seem bothered by scolding hot heat. There was nothing that either of the two could do, at the mercy of the ill-willed officer's actions and Boukyaku himself.

They needed to stop Adel, but both of them were restrained and unable to move. All hope seemed lost expect for one thing. There was one option left.

"Pat! Pat, HELP!" Hate shouted, looking down at the cyan ribbon around its neck. it expected Pat to come to the rescue like she had numerous times before, being a sort of last resort for him when all things failed. While it hadn't known her for long, nor did it know much about her patch, it trusted her enough to rely on her when its life was on the line. It trusted her right now.

"Pat? Who's Pat?" Betty huffed with exhaustion, having used up a considerable amount of magic for her fruitless attempts at escaping. The pink in her hair was growing exponentially.

The ribbon came to life, extending out a singular, thick strand of patience magic in the direction of Adel. Betty watched silently in shock while Hate gave a hopeful smile. Adel didn't even seem aware of his surroundings except for the twisted human in front of his barrel, Pat had every opportunity to stop him in his tracks, plug a wire into him to prevent any further action...To prevent Adel from blasting that swirly-eyed face.

but then it stopped. the string just stood there for a moment, as if hesitating, then it began to retract. "Wh- What are you doing?! Pat, this is serious!" Hate didn't understand. Why would Pat stop? Didn't they want to live? "PAT!" It screeched out loud in a fit of desperation, its voice ringing throughout the old lab. This can't be happening!

"Calling for help? Seems like you're on mute to them." Boukyaku shook his head, "Conflict of interest I suppose."

Adel's pupils shrunk and the magic from his revolver overflowed with unrestrained hatred, black pulsing out with streaks of yellow bolting around.

Boukyaku looked back at Adel and grinned. "Do it, you won't."

"DO SOMETHING!" Hate grabbed onto its ribbon, right before feeling something stab the back of its neck. What..? It fell limp, closing its eyes and quickly losing consciousness just as it heard the gun burst.


Super Short Story!

"So, uh, why do you guys need to borrow my computer for specifically? Croak?" Milo asked as he swirled around in his chair, looking away from the white-colored pc he had seated on top a slab of brick. All his friends practically crowded around him to snatch the keyboard away and look up some obscure website that was apparently popular amongst humans.

Null stared down at Milo, unblinking. "Reviews."

"Yeah, as the MewMew Club, we can't call ourselves fans if we haven't ever left reviews on the Mew Mew Kissy Cutie series!" Tulah stated out loud, leaning over the emotionless human with excitement. "We have to make our mark on history somehow, right?"

"And so we've took it upon ourselves to do so." Withern picked up Milo from off the chair to set himself down on it instead. Thankfully for the small monster, it was compensated with the ability to sit on his lap. Mila seemed jealous though, standing behind the two with her mismatched eyes glowing threateningly.

"He also threatened to kill us if we didn't." Hate sighed, irritability eyeing Withern.

"Fair." Everyone said unanimously.

"Here's the catch though, we're going to make a singular review together. A combination of all our similar thoughts, compliments, and criticisms." Withern intended for this whole thing to be a group effort. Given how they were the Mew Mew Club, he expected everyone to participate in anything related to their favorite franchise. After all, they couldn't consider themselves a club if they went ahead and all did their own thing.

"A group review? Sounds fun!" Milo wagged his stubby tail at the idea, looking at the pc with newfound enthusiasm.

"We all have similar opinions, so it should be easy." Hate said.

"Well, duh," Tulah scoffed, "We all know that-"

"Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2 is-"Better-"Worse-" Than Mew Mew Kissy...Cutie..." Everyone's words trailed off as they looked at each other.

"What kind of bullshit are half of you saying? The first one is garbage!" Hate, Withern, and Null growled.

"What do you mean?! The second iteration sucks!" Tulah and Milo shouted, Mila agreeing with a thumbs up.

Needless to say, the review didn't go as planned as everyone reached for the keyboard.

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Milo looked down at his keyboard and its near-destroyed state, pierced with magic and lacking a lot of keys that were once there minutes ago. "Ribbit..." He slowly turned and looked at everyone, a disappointed stare on both his faces. "You're all banned from my room."


Notes:

•Patience is a double-edged sword.

•Not every Boukyaku was cloned at the same time nor from the same one. As a result, their thinking and thought process may be slightly diffrent. They also only have memories of the Boukyaku they came from.

•Betty's magic is incapable of harming 'innocent' beings.