A young man is asleep on the floor. It just so happens that it is in fact NOT his 16th birthday. The honor of having such a special day would go to another person that will probably be introduced later. And though it has probably been years since this young man has been given life, only today will he be given a name!
(= = Enter name… SERVANTFRICKER69)
What is wrong with you.
( = = Enter name… GUDAO )
Nice try. No.
Your name is RITSUKA FUJIMARU. There isn't much to say about you because...well...there simply isn't. Just that you're an average guy with nice blue eyes and boring brown hair. Many would say that you appear BLAND, though you're not that different from an ordinary person. You have a few INTERESTS, though. This includes a passion for pop culture of the MECHA variety, though you occasionally dabble in MAGICAL GIRL shows. But you also enjoy simple things like playing GAMES (of board and video) and READING.
Currently you are exhausted from participating in the SPIRITRON DIVE SIMULATOR and a nasty bout of JET LAG. Truly a fearsome combination that annihilated your stamina for the moment, leaving you immobilized on the floor for the time being.
What will you do?
(= = Ritsuka: Wake the frick up.)
Sorry, but that's not your job. That's someone else's role, and they should be arriving sometime soon. Besides, everyone could use a good nap every now and then, right? Let's leave him be. He needs this. In the meantime, can I interest you in a word from our sponsor, RAID SHADOW LEG-
(= = No. That's not even trending anymore. And why does this suggestion box even exist, this format sucks anyways! Freedom is a lie! Just like the rateup!)
Gee, so sorry, but the author has no artistic ability. That's just how it is! You're just going to have to do with words.
( = = Author: Just start the story properly please. And fast forward the sequence while you're at it, because everyone and their mother has seen this sequence.)
Only because you asked nicely...fine, I'll do it right this time. Again, I'm sorry. This is where I smack my cheeks two times and get hyped!
OK! We are doing this! We are making this happen!
Of all the places he thought he would go to, a city eternally burning in flames was the last place Ritsuka thought he would end up visiting, much less with a girl he thought was dying and the weight of survival heavy on his shoulders.
It wasn't all that bad, though! The girl got a lot better (she became a "Demi-Servant", now stronger than ever) and they had made an ally in a man dressed in blue who called himself Caster. Ritsuka wouldn't say he was a complete optimist, but these circumstances were far better than the hellish atmosphere would suggest.
Oh, and there was the Director Olga Marie Anime-something too. Ritsuka and Mash rescued her from being chased by skeletons, and she had the audacity to criticize the poor Master. But she wasn't all that bad either, making orders through communication with Chaldea to preserve the lives of those caught in the explosion. For all her frustration and the way the Head Engineer and Mash described her, Ritsuka was sure there was a heart of gold buried deep within the Director. Probably.
"Senpai, we're about to reach the Greater Grail where King Arthur is. This may be our biggest battle yet." Mash looked at Ritsuka with a serious yet caring look. He nodded, feeling the slightest bit of anticipation.
"Da Vinci, are you having someone check vitals? Fujimaru looks paler than usual." The Director peered at the novice Master with an intense look.
"Of course. Ritsuka should be fine, save for the state of his magical energy. But that's expected of one's magic circuits going from dormant to running at full capacity in such short notice. You're putting stress on the brain." The woman who resembled Mona Lisa turned to face the Shielder from her projection. "Mash, set up camp. It's time to make some warm tea with plenty of honey."
Oh, that sounded heavenly right about now. It was pretty amazing how Mash's shield could carry so many things out of seemingly nowhere, but Ritsuka was not about to refuse an emergency picnic. Even the Director contributed, setting down an equally impossible amount of dried fruit from her pockets.
This didn't go unnoticed to their current ally. "Oh, feeding yourselves?" Caster said with an amused tone. Servants didn't need such things, but the action was always welcome. Energy was energy, after all. "It's a shame there are no boars around. Meat would have completed this feast."
Master, Shielder, and Director gobbled up the fruit rather quickly. Fighting the forces of undead and evil Shadow Servants sure did summon a big appetite!
"I'm stuffed," sighed Mash in polite satisfaction. "I can't believe you had dried fruits with you, Director. Again your sense of preparedness astonishes me."
The Master was too busy stuffing his face with raisins to reply, but his face was also awash in the bliss of curbing his hunger. Olga Marie kept a neutral expression. "I just happened to have them. That aside…" She stared at Ritsuka for a minute, then turned to look at the cavern wall.
"Um, what ish it Director?" Though a little unflattering, the Master could not help but show immediate concern at the woman's expression.
"The...the work you have been doing so far, has been passable. As Director of Chaldea, I have to give you credit." Her words were reluctant but respectful.
Ritsuka's eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise, although it could have been from the sweet flavor of the honey in his tea. No, hearing those words was definitely sweeter.
"..Hmph. What's that look for?" Olga Marie felt a little blush coming on. Ugh, how unprofessional! "I'm sure it's a fluke, but right now you're all we've got. What I mean to say is, keep it up and you might hear true praise from me yet. I know that even a third-rate magus can do first-rate work."
Da Vinci suddenly popped up from a hologram, stifling a chuckle. "Well, well, well, admitting that Fujimaru did a good job. Have you eaten something sweet?"
The Director glared at her digital form. "Da Vinci," she grumbled. "If you have time to chat, use it to send Fujimaru a supply or two instead. I would feel bad if someone failed because they were ill-equipped." She paused. "Especially if they have been doing their best."
The Renaissance woman smiled. "What's this? You? "Feel bad?" How kind of you. Director, does this mean you're finally opening your heart? Who would have known such a side to you existed?"
"Idio.. I-I meant pitiful! Pathetic! I am simply having pity on Fujimaru and the emergency situation! You couldn't even tell that?!"
"Well, I never grow tired of watching young men and women interact in interesting ways. Although when it comes to young women, Director, you're not really…" Da Vinci trailed off upon noticing the fury in the eyes of a scorned Olga Marie.
Mash spoke up after the awkward silence. "Is that right? Certainly, the Director is older, but I feel we have similar tastes. I feel affection for her-"
And then the straw broke the Director's back. "Aaaaugh, what are you all going on about? I told you before that you're all just tools to me!" Unbeknownst to her, a monstrous cloaked figure beside her agreed with a vigorous nod.
Upon noticing Rituska and Mash's concerned faces, Olga Marie turned to her side without a hint of fear. "There, see? Even this shadowy-like monster-thing agrees!"
"Uh Director, isn't that a bad thing?"
"Huh?"
She turned to face the hooded figure, who gave her a welcoming shriek and a lunge for her body. With rapid speed, the picnic turned into a whirlwind of fruit flying everywhere and the Director flailing her arms in panci. "Eeeeek! Mash, hurry up and get rid of it! It's going to eat me! It's definitely going to eat me!"
...It did not eat her.
(== Deal With the Greater Grail.)
They had reached Saber. After some exposition by Da Vinci, a fierce battle of Sword and Shield, and a fiery clash, the struggles of the Fuyuki expedition team were over.
"...I was going to defend the Holy Grail to the very end, but I lost because my tenacity wavered. Ultimately, no matter how my fate changes, I will always meet the same end if I am alone." With a resigned sigh, the blackened form of Saber thrust her sword into the ground and gazed upon the victors of the Holy Grail War. At her feet, golden sparkles began to manifest.
"What's that supposed to mean?! Bastard, what do you know?" For some reason, Saber's words angered Caster. Ritsuka wasn't surprised, given that those two had probably fought each other before he, Mash, and the Director arrived.
"Eventually you too will realize it, Irish Child of Light." The dark Saber turned her golden gaze at Olga Marie. "The Grand Order, the battle to obtain the Holy Grail, has just begun."
"Hey, wait! What do you mean by that?!" But Caster's words never got to her, since the Heroic Spirit vanished in a plume of golden light. He stopped as he reached where Saber stood, looking back at the group. Golden sparks were also at his feet, rising upwards. "Huh, looks like I'm being sent back too." Caster took his staff between his arms, letting it support his back and leaned on it. "Hey kid, I leave the rest to you. If there's a next time, summon me as a Lancer!"
And with that, the Caster in blue vanished into light. On the ground where both Servants stood was a crystal glimmering in the reflected light of the sky. Mash went over and picked it up, while the Director examined it afterwards. "No doubt, this must be the Holy Grail that created this Singularity. But then why...Grand Order...how did that Saber know?"
"Is something the matter?" Ritsuka noticed that the Director made that face again, the one that said she was extremely peeved. "The Grand Order, was that something important?"
"Of course it is!" Olga Marie snapped at the novice Master, but then softened her look to mere annoyance. "In any case, you and Mash did well dealing with Saber. Several points are unclear, but let's call this mission complete."
"Alright!" Ristuka clenched his fist in happiness, but was short-lived when they heard the sound of clapping echoing from the ridge above the battleground. A menacing figure was applauding them from above...he had to be menacing. Have you seen the size of that top hat? He could fit right in a certain manga where people posed dramatically.
"Congratulations. I never would have expected you all to get this far, beyond both my expectations and tolerances." The clapping continued, and it felt less and less congratulatory as the mystery man slowed down. "Master Candidate #48. It was my mistake to naively overlook you as an improbable child."
Ritsuka could only blankly stare at the man above the group with a confused expression. Meanwhile, his communication device beeped, and Da Vinci's form came into view. "Is that Professor Lev I hear? Is he alive?"
"Hmm, is that Da Vinci I hear? So that makes three." Lev Lainur glared at the posse below him with horrible fish-eyes. "An improbable child, trash tools who won't listen to orders, and of course, the one who made all of this possible."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Olga Marie ran up as far as she could to the ridge to the dismay of Mash and Ritsuka. They tried to hold her back, but she was too fast. She stared up at Lev with unborn tears in her orange eyes and a hysterical smile. "I've been going crazy from all these unforeseen complications, but it will be alright since you're here! That's how it's always been, right? You'll help me this time too, won't you Lev?"
"Yes, of course. All of these circumstances bother me greatly." Lev tipped his hat so that his face was more clear to see. "And the biggest complication is you, Olga. I set the bomb right under your feet and yet you still live."
Olga Marie staggered back in shock. "What? L-Lev? Wh-what's that supposed to mean?"
Lev simply smiled serenely, closing his eyes. "Sorry, you are already dead. Well, your body at least, long ago. I suppose Trismegistus decided to transfer your residual thoughts here out of pity."
All the Director could do was stare in complete silence, simultaneously denying and despairing upon hearing those words. What should have been a miracle was nothing but a machine's pity?
"You had no aptitude for Rayshifting when you were alive, right? That's why you can't return to Chaldea. Once you leave this place, your consciousness will vanish. The woman known as Olga Marie Animusphere...will be nothing more than a memory."
The Director sank to her knees. This wasn't happening. This isn't real. Lev would never say such things. Lev was always there for her, always, because nobody else would be. So then why…
"I can't...I can't return to Chaldea?"
"D-Director, don't listen to him! I'm sure Da Vinci can figure out something, or we can! Don't give up just yet!" Ritsuka's words shook Olga Marie briefly out of her funk, but the woman only turned to look at the Master with despair. "Don't. Don't make empty promises."
"How boorish," yawned Lev Lainur. "She is already dead. You can't change fate! But even that would be too sad of a story." Behind Lev, the background ruptured and the ruins of Chaldea came into view, like a TV set falling apart to reveal the studio.
"How is this possible?!" Furious typing provided a background noise to the head engineer's commentary. "No way. This is really Chaldeas…" Da Vinci frowned at her screen, at the contraption, and then back at the visuals of Fuyuki.
Lev grinned, displaying a row of sharp teeth. "I have connected the dimensions for you. The Holy Grail allows me to do that."
Ritsuka looked at Mash, who was staring at the glowing crystal in her possession. "Wait, he can do that from here?"
"Behold, child of the Animuspheres. Behold your greatest treasure and folly!"
A golden glow came over Olga Marie, who started levitating towards the Chaldeas Reactor. "Wha- something's pulling me- no, I can't!"
The professor cackled, its horrible noise felt by the others more than heard. "It will be the same as touching a black hole, or a sun. Disintegration on a molecular level for those that touch it is the fate that awaits you. Ahahahahahaha!"
"Who are you." The Director's voice was low and serious, but her roving eyes expressed panic and fear. "Who are you, and what HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY CHALDEAS?!" Her voice grew more hysterical as she grew closer to the hellish sphere. Her arms reach out for Lev, away from the reactor, as if a lifeline existed to pull her out of this nightmare. She clawed the air, kicked as hard as she could, but the force was inevitably pulling her closer and closer.
"I- I can't stand this." Ritsuka could not stand to watch this happen any longer, and ran towards the woman. But Mash's hand grabbed his arm, and he could only watch as the Shielder pleaded for him not to get close. "Let me go Mash! This is too cruel!"
"I know." Mash closed her eyes in sorrow. "I know. But we can't blindly attack Lev, who knows what he might do. He's an experienced mage."
No. There had to be something. Ritsuka wasn't well-versed with the whole "Holy Grail War" concept, but the time in Fuyuki gave him enough context. "Mash...give me the Grail." The Demi-Servant looked at the crystal and handed it to her Master. "What are you planning?"
"I..don't know. But everyone says this thing can grant wishes, right? Well, I have something I want. And hopefully there's enough juice in this thing to grant it." He stared at the sky, watching as the Director approached the burning reactor. Time was running out, but Ritsuka knew what he wanted. With unspoken words, he willed the Grail to grant his wish. He grasped the crystal tightly with both hands and closed his eyes.
Lev's raucous laughter filled the area. "Hahahahaha! The Grail may be a powerful device said to grant wishes, but you cannot do the impossible with it. The dead cannot be returned to life with a mere Grail! Your wish is as good as nothing, boy."
Still, Ritsuka willed for it to do something. Anything to stop her from such a cruel and unusual death. She wasn't completely dead, right? Her soul was here. Lev said so. The time together (even if it was hours at best) only made that truth more real- she was alive. That had to be enough, right? Then, if she was just a spirit, give her a body. Something to tether her soul back to the world again. Could the Grail rebuild her from scratch? Ritsuka could only hope as the crystal dimmed and dissipated into glittering dust.
But it really seemed like nothing had happened, because the Director's screams and pleas continued to echo through the area. "No one's ever praised me! It's always like this! No one has ever valued me!" She sobbed harshly, her tears evaporating in the sheer heat. "From the moment I was born, I was never accepted-"
"It's too late...we can't make it…" Mash's soft words were useless, and she could only watch the spectacle in horror. In a flash of fiery light, Olga Marie was consumed by the fire of the reactor.
Lev was talking, but his words never reached Ritsuka's ears. He blabbered on and on about humanity being finished, and Da Vinci was trying to figure out what was happening, but all the Master wanted to do was give this demon a piece of his mind.
"Shut up. Just, shut up." As if in response to his outburst, the ground started to rumble slightly. Ok, maybe that was cause for concern, but Ritsuka ignored that for now.
"Lev Lainur! I don't know if you're even human, and judging by your villainous monologue you're probably going to leave soon, but know this. We will find you, and you'll pay for what you did to the Director!"
"Those are brave words coming from a mere human," chuckled the professor. "We will see if you can do that. If the dimensional warp doesn't swallow you whole, that is."
The little rumble had become a full-on earthquake as the conversation progressed. "Believe it or not, I actually have things to do, so you're right. I'll be taking my leave now, Chaldeans." Lev tipped his hat in farewell. "I'm not that evil, so maybe you can say your prayers before dying. Goodbye!"
And with that, the green man left, leaving Mash and Ritsuka to fend for themselves in an unstable cavern.
"Da Vinci! Get us out of here!" Mash yelled, but the connection was just as unstable.
"-re do- what we ca- Jus- hold on, okay? You can survive a dozen seconds in space, at least!"
"Was that supposed to be beneficial?"
"Arrgh, I'm so mad, I'm about to lose my cool!" The Shielder shared a look with her Master. "Senpai, your hand!"
The last thing Ritsuka saw before darkness was the figure of Fou, who hadn't done anything relevant since everyone landed in Fuyuki. And yet, his comforting presence was enough. "Heh, Fou. At least you're alright…" The words came out of his mouth before the world vanished from his eyes.
(== Be ?.)
It's been a horrible day.
Today marked the start of the mission to Spatial Singularity F, the initiation of the Chaldea crew that wasn't the A-Team, and of course, the moment when all of that hard-earned respect would collapse over the truth: Olga Marie Animusphere could not Rayshift and personally deal with the Grand Order. That for all her aptitude in magecraft, she was a failure in terms of execution. But for all her dread, the Director did not expect everything to literally blow up in her face.
Right now, she wasn't sure where exactly was her mind. Or well, her sense of self. By logic, she should be in the Chaldea reactor, burning. By some pathetic hope for a miracle, perhaps she could be in bed, and this was all a bad dream. But neither location should be a blank white space with no end in sight. So this was either some kind of dream, or that she was dead. Please don't let it be death. The Director stood up and began to run. Better to find out where the boundaries are than to sit there and do nothing.
"Help! Someone, help!"
The clack of heels rebounded through the empty space. No one bothered to answer. Her voice was hoarse for some reason, like all the moisture was drained from her throat. Eventually she couldn't yell anymore from the lack of lubrication. Coughing, Olga Marie slowed down and placed her hands on her knees.
Was there no one left to help her? Was this hell? Could she even wake up?
Breathe, Olga. Breathe. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Everything is going to be alright.
"Oh, there you are! Where were you running off to? Hell?"
A sudden but firm tap on Olga's shoulder caused her to shriek in fear and turn around sharply, nearly slapping the intruder. Maybe it would have been better that way, but alas, the new figure was too short for Olga's aim.
The stranger- or would it be better to say creature- was a red-haired girl who wouldn't look out of place in a cartoon or one of those cutesy Japanese mangas. Not that Olga knew what those were, just that there were many times she had to fish them out of an employee's workspace for lack of productive focus. But Olga was digressing: this girl had a sense of wrongness about her. Her proportions weren't human- the head was way too big and her arms appeared too small. There was too much orange in those dull eyes. And the smile plastered on her face was...unholy.
Still, Olga Marie Animusphere had to keep appearances. She WAS the Director, after all. "Who are you?"
The girl-creature smiled harder, if such a thing was possible. "Oh, you haven't met me? Then, you're probably with the boy." With a dramatic finger of pointing, the short girl struck a pose. "You were probably expecting the funny Wizard Marshall K-scope man or some other supernatural deity to hear your plea, but it was me, Gudako! Last Master of Chaldea and the Savior of the Human Order, above other titles."
Olga Marie was frankly, stupefied. How did- huh? Wizard Marshall? Why would someone like that help out with people like her? "What nonsense is this?! Speak the truth, charlatan!"
Gudako laughed merrily. "It's true, absolutely true! After the Fuyuki incident, I go on to have an amazing adventure, saving the world with my dear eggplant by my side, and acquiring Saint Quartz to satisfy my gacha- which by the way, what an amazing Summoning System. Using it gives me so much pleasure! The thrill of rolling gets me so…" At this, Gudako's cheeks flushed brightly and she started to rub her legs together. "Hhhh, I want to gacha even now!"
As Gudako went on about "Gacha, gacha, gacha!" and began to dance at a ridiculous speed, the poor Director could only shake her head in disbelief. THIS was the future that the Grand Order would be ensured by? Humanity would not have an experienced team force to save them, but a single deranged gambling addict?! What kind of idiocy is this?! Even the kind (if uneducated) Fujimaru was better than this lunatic. Surely this encounter was the result of so many nights slaving over the Rayshfit mission and refusing to sleep. That had to be it, right? All of this...was just a really, really, really bad dream.
Gudako's words brought the Director back to reality. "Ahaha, you'll have to excuse me. Or not! I just looooooove doing gacha. There's never enough Saint Quartz! Or money! But that's not what I'm here for, Director!" Gudako resumed her default smile, which only unnerved Olga more. "I am here to give you appreciation."
"For what?" What could she have possibly done to help this crazed girl?
"For giving me the opportunity to embark on this beautiful journey and using up all of my money for gacha!"
"And how did I come to do that?"
"Well, you're always the Director, Mash is always the ever-helpful eggplant, and whether I'm a girl or a guy, I…"
This was a waste of time. Olga didn't want to listen to the gremlin's rambling. This was a lie. Everything this...stupid figment of her addled imagination was spewing out of its impossible mouth was a lie. It had to be a lie! Nothing but lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, LIES!
Olga Marie Animusphere feels her knees buckle and she falls over, eyes glassy with despair.
Fuyuki. Exploring the flame-ridden wasteland with Fujimaru and Mash. Shooting God knows how many Gandr curses at undead skeletons, and watching the Demi-Servant bludgeon the rest with her shield. Fighting the Shadow Assassin, the hooded Shadow Lancer, and making an ally of the Caster in blue.
How that Caster exposed her inability to Rayshift- or to be a Master- right in front of everyone.
Heading to the Greater Grail and the sharing of dried fruits and hot, sweet and sour tea. Running away from a too-powerful Berserker. Encountering Archer, who had been cursed by something and didn't look like a conventional hero. And the absolutely livid way he glared at Olga when she declared the goal of the Animuspheres- to protect humanity and prove its worth to the world.
"You people have no right to claim yourselves as Humanity's protectors."
Encountering Saber, who was a blackened form of King Arthur. Who was actually a woman. And then beyond expectations, the novice Master and Demi-Servant defeated the King of Knights, putting up a magnificent defense against the black and magenta light of the holy sword. And the big finale, when Caster showed up to effectively imprison the Saber in a giant flaming Wicker Man.
How she wished she could do that. In that she could be useful, and not just a helpless bystander.
But such a fate was not allowed to her, was it? When the only applause they all got came from the cold hands of Lev Lainur, she refused to believe that the kind words she received from him- and only him- were all a lie, all this time.
He had called her trash. That her being there was a mistake. The miracle that allowed her to manifest in Fuyuki was nothing but a machine's pity.
And now here Olga was dead, dead as the dream of Chaldea when the burning reactor got closer and closer to her body. Perhaps there was truth in those words. She never amounted to anything in the end. And if the girl in front of her was of any honest possibility, then she never had a chance from the start.
"...are you done yet?"
Speaking of which, the devil herself was prodding her with one stumpy-looking foot. Gudako seemed to have no care or patience for the Director's mental breakdown. "I was just finishing up on my amazing speech! You did catch the last part, right?"
No reaction.
Gudako shrugged, shaking her head. She'll take that as a no. "Well, basically if one of us goes the whole shebang, the other is destined for collateral damage. I guess they couldn't fit enough generic NPC designs for the other 40 candidates." She raised a fist to the sky, shaking it. "You ran out of originality too, didn't ya you bastards?!" Looking down at a still-miserable Olga Marie, Gudako continued. "But since this Chaldea's me made a cool and new wish on an object that you totally should mess with, you have an exit back to the real world, Director."
This made the white-haired woman slowly raise her head from her huddled knees in surprising gentleness. "...I do?"
"Thaaat's right! For the low, low, price of your soul and some other things, you can do alive things again! Like gacha! God knows that I want to gacha right now!"
Olga Marie wasn't sure if gambling was a priority. Wait, why was she even thinking about that? The fact that this girl was saying there was a way out of here was more important! She stood up, smoothing out her skirt. "What do I have to do?"
Gudako grinned, and all the tension in the white space seemed to gravitate towards her and Olga. "All you have to do Director, is shake my hand. I'll give you my existence in that timeline, no strings attached."
It was tempting. So very tempting. All she had to do was say yes. But even so, Olga Marie Animusphere was not a stupid woman. She stared down those unblinking orange eyes. "And what do YOU gain from this?"
"Hmm?" Gudako cocked her head to the side, still wearing a smile. "I don't belong in this story. I am literally here to move the plot along and get you to fit your new role. If you could hurry up, that would be amazing. I have better things to do, like rolling for good CEs or SSRs. Or just rolling, really. But since you asked, I do have a favor," replied the giggling Gudako. "Please roll the gacha for me! Whenever you feel so sad you want Tristan to play Despacito, do the gacha! Whenever you feel so happy your heart can burst, roll the gacha!"
"I...uh…"
"Justsayyou'lldoit!That'smyonecondition!"
"Fine! V-very well, I will roll this "Gacha"!" This was a bad idea, wasn't it? An agreement done in haste wasn't the best decision, but the Director did not want to anger the lunatic to the point of violence. She had the feeling a fate worse than death would happen.
And so the red headed monster and a very confused but determined woman shook hands. A blinding light to rival the white space burst from their connection, and the blank area of limbo ceased to exist.
(==)
A young woman is deeply asleep in what is known as a COFFIN, a device that allows users to RAYSHIFT with little to no danger. Today was supposed to be an important MISSION, but COMPLICATIONS have brought that to a halt. This is why she is currently UNCONSCIOUS and in CRYOPRESERVATION. That being said, her monitored health is displaying brain waves approaching the state of consciousness. This may or may not alarm the medical staff. Though it has been many years that she has been alive, only now will she receive a name!
( = = We are doing this again? Enter Name… HaremMaster420)
Stop that. Get some help. What is this, an eroge visual novel?
(= = Enter Name… GUDAKO)
I'm really tempted, but I'm going to say no. Besides, you should know where this is going.
(= = You're no fun… Enter Name: RITSUKA FUJIMARU)
Yesn't? I don't feel like doing technicalities. Whatever.
Your name is OLGA MARIE ANIMUSPHERE, and you have AWAKENED in an unfamiliar and claustrophobic place.
(A/N: Darn, the arrows didn't translate well to FFN from AO3. This story's framing was inspired by a certain webcomic. It wasn't the best thing I've read, but it was pretty fun despite how convoluted it was. Thanks a lot Hussie. Anyways, welcome to the remaster of an old fic.)