TRUE EPILOGUE: REMAINS OF MY LONG FORGOTTEN PAST
A body lays on the ground. Her body is messy, bones all broken and blood all over the place. So much time has passed since her unfortunate death that she has started to decompose, filling the gym with loads of nasty smells. The once brilliant smile that lit up her face has been tarnished, turning into a dreadful frown. Examining the body further, the remnants of tears can be found falling down her face. A normal person cannot find them, with the blood being too overpowering to even think about checking such a thing.
"Mei Yamazaki. Just a normal girl. Why is somebody not an Ultimate being dragged into this?" a girl asks.
The girl herself is dressed in a fashionable manner. A white, long-sleeved shirt hangs loosely on her body, exposing much of her collarbone. She wears a necklace made out of a brown string and a golden pendant, looking like it was made by a child. Skinny blue jeans flatter her curves, being held up by a brown belt which can be seen since her skirt is tucked in. Five-inch black heels make the already tall girl tower over the other person she is with. Golden stud earrings are pierced in her ears, visible due to her hair being tucked behind her ears. Resting on her head, there is a red beret. Matching the color of the beret almost exactly, the girl has stunning scarlet eyes, but all of her mascara and eyeliner cannot completely hide the massive circles underneath her eyes. Her marvelous, big lips are painted expertly with red lipstick. The color of her hair is light autumn, reaching all the way down to her midsection. The hair itself is fairly wavy, making it hard for the beret to stay in place even though it continues to do so.
"We do not have time to worry about yet another slave to the Committee. At least, she was freed from them-"
"Only to land into the hands of Team Danganronpa! The girl is only thirteen. How did she even get here? Don't they enjoy having people older than this kill each other?! Please don't tell me they're changing the age range."
"We'll never know if we continue to argue. Come on, there must be something more that we can still find here."
"We've investigated for all of these days on end. Why can't we just take a little break?" the brunette complains.
"I promise, we can rest after all of this is said and done. Just pretend this is one of your debate events or something. You know, somewhere more fun. Afterward, we can finally have a vacation. Haha, maybe that bunny island place you keep talking about will somehow be available." She gives the other girl a soft smile before getting back to business with a serious face.
The other girl has messy purple hair, hastily tied together in a green scrunchie. Her eyes are almost the exact same color as her hair, only being a bit darker, and she wears bulky brown-framed glasses. Blush covers her cheeks, making her pale skin seem more pinks in those spots. A giant grey scarf covers her neck, with only some of a necklace being able to be seen, remarkably similar to the one worn by the other woman. Underneath there is a grey sweater dress, though it is noticeably lighter than the scarf, that is a little bit too big for her. She has on brown ankle boots that are a little worn. Colored on her nails is grey nail polish, some of it being chipped but otherwise in good repair.
"There is not a lot of information available. The murder weapon was a shot put ball, afterward an unknown person tampered with the body in the form of torture. It is currently unknown how the torturer got away with it without anybody else knowing, as their identity has not been figured out," the girl with the purple girl informs. "However, what we do know is that Emilynn McKay supposedly killed her on accident, perhaps due to her very own luck. Though the torturer must have caused everything, since it would not surprise me if they used a means to purposefully trigger Emilynn's luck to kill Mei. What we do know is that Team Danganronpa wanted this Mei Yamazaki dead."
"This...?" Before the other can finish her thoughts, a loud beeping noise sound plays. The purple-haired girl sighs and pulls out her tablet.
"I can explain it all to you later. Somebody has been caught in our trap in the library. You stay here while I go investigate. Make sure nobody, especially Natsuo, gets any ideas about this." With that said and done, the purple-haired girl leaves. The brunette stays behind, staring longingly at the dead body. Mei's empty eyes scream at her even though they could not possibly have a voice. Something inside the girl tells her that Mei realized something before her death, yet she cannot figure out what.
Investigating all around the room, she tries to find anything useful she can. However, Team Danganronpa must have covered their tracks. They must have known that they were coming. Whatever clues remain must be a trap, yet it is too late to turn back now. There is a great chance she will die but there are better things in this world than her, at least in the great mess of her mind. Nothing lasts forever so she is always prepared to die.
Hearing her phone go off, she rushes to answer it. Her hands shake, and, not wanting to seem weak, she takes a deep breath. That is when she chooses to answer it.
"Three rings? Do you hate me now or something? Oh, that's so sad. I was just starting to like you." Even without the voice being there, she can imagine her insidious smile. All Despairs seem to never get sick of that goddamn smile. So predictable, yet so chaotic.
"Any updates in the mission?" She cannot understand how she can do it all with a straight face. All she wants to do inside is scream and cry. This mission better end soon or else she does not know how much longer she can stay sane. Minutes become hours, hours become days, days become weeks, weeks become months, months become years, years turn into decades, decades become centuries, centuries become eternity.
"We found a traitor. It's you. Really, it's quite cute you thought you could deceive us. But really you are just a meaningless character, with your story unknown and nobody cares for you. Hell, this isn't even going into the main story! How pitiful." She drops the phone, the sound of it echoing throughout the gym. But the phone is accidentally on speak, causing the words to still get to her.
"Master, I am not a traitor, you are being tricked-"
"Nobody wants to hear the arguments of somebody that doesn't matter. Not even your name is known, so who should give a shit about you? This is only an epilogue, part of the story nobody pays attention to. So talk to somebody that actually gives a shit." The phone call ends. Meanwhile, the girl cannot move, her feet firmly planted in place.
Moments later, her legs give up on her, collapsing harshly on the ground. She is much like Mei Yamazaki, wanting to have a voice yet unable to get any words out. All she is thinking is how she has to warn the other girl. Another girl with a face yet no presence, not important in the eyes of their God. Their eyes are watching God yet he refuses to even look at them, with the girl being the dirt than even the ants tamper over without a care in the world.
But, the girl still has the energy to grab onto her pendant. She opens it up, revealing it has been a locket all along. Inside is a picture of her and another girl, with a mysterious younger boy in the center. Closing it up again, the girl stands up.
"I need to go to the library..." She takes another deep breath in a useless attempt to calm herself. The other girl is in danger. Although the mission has already been compromised, there is no way out of their prison. They have to survive the longest that they can together.
Her name is Reichiru Masuoka. She used to be the Ultimate Debater, but seems like years of not practicing have made her rusty...
What an unfortunate thing.
And Utsuwa Murano, the former Ultimate Librarian, does not deserve the fate she has because of this sad excuse of a human. But alas fate does not care.
Forcing herself to go with extremely wobbly feet, she smiles at everybody she comes across. Nobody else on the space ship is to be trusted. After what seems to be an eternity, she finally reaches the library. Even standing near the door all Reichiru can feel is dread. She once again has to steady her shaking hands to be able to open the door. Reichiru has to duck down for the doorway when she enters because of how tall she is.
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What awaits her is nothing more than despair...
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̶̟͔͍̮͓̤̦̦͔̟͍̬̝̂͂̓̏̈́̋̌͋͝͠͝.̴̱̝̗͑̓̒̔̋͊̌̈́͗͝.̷͖̣̬̭̻͚͍̟͆́͂̎̋͘͜.̷̙̰͖̲̯́H̷͔̺̲̹̭͙͈̜̗̺̥̗̙̮̀̈́̈́̌̾͐̊͑̿̍́̈̑̅̒ͅē̷͙͆r̷̡͉͎̾̈͒̓͠ ̷͈̤̗͙̮̥͍͖̼̲͈͍̦̠͌͋́͊̇́̌̌̐́͘̚̕͝ͅh̴̩͔̣̩̰̖̜͖̠̏̾̋̓̆͋̾̏ͅȩ̶̡̛͖̥̣̞̯͈̻̩̬̺̦̾̋̾͛͠a̴̬̠̲̰͂̑̄̈́͋͐̃͐̍́̊͘͘ŕ̵̨̢̝͍̜͇͉̥̞̳̯̿̿̋ţ̷̞̗̪̙͓̙̙̫̥̲͖̏͗̎͛͠͠ ̶̛̭͉̟̘̦̄͐́̓̄͒͛́͛̈́̕͝i̷̢̼͔̘̪̮̓̌͋͜ͅs̶̡͈͕͉̒̄̈̒͒̉̈́͋̇̚͘ ̵͉̬͐͒͋̉͂͑͑̈́̿͌͘ͅp̸̛̫̺ļ̷̡̡̟̪̘̙͓͚̲̭̻̍̊̔ā̶͓̙̌̄͂̐͒̈́̕c̷̯͓̯̜̖̥̅̀͒͆́́̒̃̇̕̚̕͝e̷̡̡̧̛̠̣̦͔͖̲͎̩͖̅̽̒̓̏͂d̶̢͓̜̎̃̃̀̃͘͠ ̸̛͓͔̐́̂̂̀̾̈́͊į̶̺̗̖̠̤͆́̀͑̎̀͒̂͐n̴̪̹͓̯̞̪͊͌͛̾̾͐̓͛ ̴̛̝̹̗͘͜Ù̸̢̮͔̙̟̬̜̞͈͉̟͌̆̐̈́̄ţ̶̡͍͇̪̭̞̻͑̈̀̓̀͝ͅs̷̡̫̘̯̘͇̤͑͂͛̆͆̄͘ǘ̶͕̻̖̝̻̜̩̖͇̻͂͐̄̓͂̾̐̍̀̀̍̀͌w̷̢͙̩̪̻̬̯̮̱̹͌̀̒̇͘͝a̴̗̝̻͙̝͓͕̰̔̈́̑͊̀͘ͅ'̴̨̢̺̹̜͔̹͍̑̓̀̈͊̆͠͝s̶̨̢̰̘̕ ̴̛̘͉̈́̍̿̄̊̿͛̐͠ç̸̨̪̱͙̥͓̥͇͚͈̗̼̮̖̽̾̐̾̓̀ŏ̷̺̳̭̥̰͖̹̞l̶͓̮̹͍̮̟͖͎̠̦͓̦͋̇̏̂́̇̾͑͆̿̕͠d̵̝͙̓̐̒͆̿̆̎̾̾͝ ̸͚̺͈͕͕̫̞͓̝̠̠͂̓̀̀́̓͌͗̅̅̓͜͜͝h̸̼̠̠͔̦̟̰̲̄̉̂͂̆̓̓̅̆̋͆̉́̔̚ą̸̛͍̺͙̗̟͕͙͇̰͉̺̥͎̔́̄̓̊̍͑͊̃̚͘ͅǹ̴̙̤̫̼̲͙̺͍̰̖̼̳̱̑̄̊̉͂̾̆̚͘͝͝ḑ̴͈̳͔̝̮̫͋͋͂́̐͛̀̊́̽̈͜͠͠s̴̛͚̗̪̐̃̅̃̂͐̑͑̄̕̚͠͝,̶̢̮̮̦͍̫́̉͋̏ ̵̧̧̹͕̻̦̹̫̣͔̰͗̈́͑̀̌͛̿͂̎͋̐́̚l̵̨̢͈͙͙̖̬̳͚̹̩̄̾̌̆̋̈́̊̀͝͝͠͝ͅį̵̯͙̙̤̮̈́̓̈́̾͑͒͐̔̈́̉͊̆͂̚k̵͉͖̯̑̑͘e̶͎̙͈͂̊͑͑̕ ̶̢͈̹͍̦̻̳̠̪͍̰̠͈̲͛͆͜͝ä̴̱̪̯̼͙̼̣́͜ ̴̘̭̻̅́̀̌̍̈́̓̓͒͐̾̈́̕m̴̖͆͗͌́̄͋̏̋̍̌̏͠ȇ̶̢̢̢̤͈͈̰͙̖̳͔̤͕̦͜s̸̭̦͍̲̻̰̻̝̞̃̈́̉͗͆͒̄̔s̸̜̤̤͔͇͎̻̲̮̲͈͕̒͑̆̑̂͐͝͝ę̸̨̱̼̳̦̱͙̦̹̣̫̮̑̅̀̍͜ͅḍ̴̢̧̦̦̳͖̹͓̱̾̿͑͆̌̾͐͗͗ ̶̧̜̬̬̳̲̲̪̓͒̑̃̓͐͘u̶̧̙̪̪̙̱̒͂͛̎́͛͊p̷̟͍̝̺̤̻̝̒͋̀̉́ ̶͙̰̻͙̒̊̓͘g̶̨͉͔̹̺̻̫̮͙͐͛̈͐͊͐̃͋ͅͅi̵̳̹̣̝̪̣̘̩̋͂͋̌̓̀̋̚͘͝ͅf̷̲̺͚̹̈́̓̀̏͗̽͗͜͝͝ṫ̷̖̗̖̬͓̮͖͍̰̉́͂̑̑͑̉̐͗̈́̋͠͝͝.̸͇͓̣̫̈́̄̈́͌̾͆͘͘͝ ̵̠̜̬͓̿̏̈́̉̔͋͂̒̚͠H̸̨̜̖̜͙̲̘̼̺͕͔̦̔͒͐̔͝e̶̝̝͆̅̂̄͆̀͆͗́́̆͠r̶̠̓ ̵̛̱͇͚̲͚̗̩̦͖̳͚͑͐̆̓͑̈́̿̇̈́͆̓̀͝ͅį̷̺̩̬͙̟̦̞̼̼̱̗͍̳͖̈́͋̽̃́̿͂̄͘̕͠n̵̢̙̻̹̩̝͛̈́̈ͅt̵͍̭͎̖͙̬̫͇̞͕̝͇̀͐̊͋̈̏̌̕̕͜ȇ̶̥̠̙̰̬̳͖͖̲́́̿̈͑͑́̓̈̚ś̷̳̟͖͍̥̮̣̌̿̔̿̐͋̇̾̌̌̕̕̚ͅͅt̷͙̣͚̙̭̻̝̜̠̝̠̘̠͐̽͋̽͐͂̎́͆í̶̩̭̹̦̼̣̬̣̹̬͐͗̔͐̑̊͌͐͘̕n̴̛̼̭̜̹͎̗̥͉̂̌͌̈̄̌̈́̽̚͘͜͠e̶̢̨͕̱̣̥͂͛̕s̴̨̧͈̳̩̜̥͒̇̆̂̀̕̚͝ ̸̡̼̭̠̥̗̞̘͓̙̜̗̻́̾͜h̵̢̐́̀́̏͆͌͋̈̽ú̸̻̫̅̉̾̒͛̐̐͒̈ͅn̷̖͚̺̹̯̪̾͋̑̀͝ģ̵̛̼͉̬̖̬̱̬̼̀̏́̐̋͠͝͠ ̷̱̘̀̎ḁ̶̡̛͕̮͓̭͋̾̋̃͆͐̽̋̽͘̕͝r̸̡̭̲̱̘̠̦̲̳͓͙̱̫͕̈͆̓͊̕ͅò̴̢̥̖̬̟͕͍̻̻͎̯͇̟̞̹̍̓̿͑̓̉́͘͠u̶̢̩̹̜̮̘̗͈̖̗͇̪̒̿̓̚ͅn̵͖̊́̂́̽̓͊̃͝͠͝͝ḏ̶̢̨̧͇̈́͌̾͊̓̄̓́͛ ̴̛̲̠̻̆̆̏͛̐́́̏̽͆̔̒͠t̸̨̼̰͉̘͂́͑̑̽͝h̵̤̥͎̦̹̦̦͓̦̹̩̜̺͊͒̅̂̏ḙ̶̢̨̰͍̺̯̫͎͎͇̗͉̋̏̇̍̌̏̐̈́͘̚̕̕̕͜͝ ̸̹͖̝̈́̈́͑̇̂͆r̷̻̠̟͕͓̱̰͖͉͈̟͙͈̂̾̉͛̃͜ͅo̷̬̞̬͇͍̓̊͊̆̎͌͑̈́̆o̵̧̢̡̝̻̘̹͍̦̻̅̏̓̇͂m̶̨̨̩̯̹̻̱͕͙̙͔̲̪̦̳̏̈́ ̸̛̟͔̗̮̗͙̩̟͛̉͒̈́͛̈̓̾̀͠͠l̸͎̬̼̞̩̦̅̍́̊̌͝ḯ̴̠̫̫̻͇̦̬͚͇̜̟̪͕͆̽k̸̨̛̪̰͕̜̘͕̼̟͇͖̎͊͑̆̄̿̑͘͘ȩ̸̭͕͕̯͉̗̠̩̫͙̰̫̩̽̈ ̵͔͌̒̈́̆̄̒͛́̂͊͛̑̀͝ĭ̸̧̠̼͍̞̗̟̋̾̎͋̏̎͠͝t̸͖͎̭̖̩̬̹͉̏̀̒̓ ̵̜̝̯͎̙̜̫̮͖̳̌͊̐͑̔͛͠ͅį̶̳̲̹̰̱̥͉̐̔̅ͅs̵̟̒̿̋̂́̑́̏͐ ̷͉̣̻̈́ǎ̶̧̛̒͝ ̶̢̨̧̭̩̭̩̬̫͇̘̤̬̱͋͆͋̓̚b̶̥̈͐͋̓̀̃ỉ̴̙̈̈̀̌̀̽͘͝r̵̮̟̺̺͈̱̯̳̱̫̎́̇̑͋̄͂̆͐͝ẗ̵̨̢̛̻̩͚͎̪̣̲̼̘͚̈́̾̓̊͒̑͗͑͛͘͝ͅḥ̴̨̭̓̏͌̈̑͑̀̒̀̆́̚̕͝͠d̷̡̛̝̭̳̦͚̝̅̒̍̑̌̈́́͜͠a̴̛̪̘̞̲̪̔y̶̭̞̠͉͌̐̓́̊̀̒̉̎̅̈́̏͌͠͝ ̴̨̻͉̝̊̇̊͆͑̓͊͛͋̾͂̈́̚p̵̧̛̛͕̖̭͓̙̲̞̲̾̏̽̓̀̽̄̋̓̀̇͝͠à̸̧̨̦̟̬̺͚͉̹̙̺͎̆̽̐̇̋͆̚͘r̶͇͚̺͕͇̝̫͔̭̫̞͙̉́͌́͋̋͋͠t̵̙͈̙͓̄̍̐͛͛͊͜y̴̢͎͕̫̺̝̤̗̿͊͑.̷̧̛͉͍̖̋͊͒͌͛̊͛̎̈̃̒̉͝ ̷̹͈͕̯͕͕̳̟͕̟͔͚̜̮̆̿̊̄̅͐̇̈̉̂̐̌̋̑͝Ą̵̻̠̯͕̱͚̜͔̤͍͕͎͈̄̓̍̉͒̈́̕͝ͅň̶̲̹̐̅̅̄͒̃̊́́̉̔̀̈́ḑ̷̛̞͙͉̺̠͗̓́̈́̃͛̅̎̒͘͠͠,̷̧̞͚̙̘̤̺̙͖͔̹̽̒̈́͗̐̓̅̽̋̌̈̾̕ ̶̭̥̺̞̓̾̊̅͒̓̈̿w̴̛̜̾͂̀͛̆̍̀̇̈́͌̃͂͘͠o̸̡̢̪̮͉͚͇̝̥̙͛̓̏͆̑͌̂́r̴̙͈͍̠̫̖̟͙͔͐́ͅs̵̝̣̙̭̫̙̏̾́̊̆̒͝e̵̢̬̩̙̠̜̖̗͓͓̬̿̇̑̋̍͝ ̸̧̰̞̭̣͇̻͔͙̙̝͚̇̇̂͜ͅͅo̴̳̳͎͓̙̪̳̘̪͙̲̯̜̽͜f̴͎͕̬̥̖̜̗͉̽̕ ̸͙͕̤͖̰̗̭̜͛̅͊̒͝a̵̼̟̮̠͔̒́͂̃̿̃̽̂̎͆͋l̷͕͚̬̰̮̝̰̖̃̊͛̎́̋͋̽̂̽̐̕͜͠ͅĺ̸̢͙̼̳͗͒̅͒̊,̴̡̢̞̼̠̺̬̘̗͉̪̼̚͜ͅ ̶͇̥̫̌͑͌̌͛͛͝h̴̬͖̣͍̪̻̩̟͖̬̼̹̥͚̎̉͑̽̈́͆̽͊̀ͅe̵̡̱̗̺͚͖͉̬̩̦̊͜r̷̳̼̖̮̦̯̐ ̷̫̮͋͂̐̓̓̏͛̌͝p̶̡͕̜͉̝͓̼̣̤͕͉͉̅͛̇̄̈́͑̀̾͆͠͠ṳ̷̞̳͇̿͛ŗ̶̰͍͙͖̤̩͕͓̝͎̼͚̈̓͛́̍̏̊́e̶̘̲̥̣͔̞̤̩̔̈́͜ ̵̢̥̹̪̬̘̠̤̩͇͖̿ḇ̶̩̩̫̞͓̙̀̄̐̇̊́͘l̶̨̧̡̹̦̬̻̯͈͓̼̞̋̈́͂̅͌͐̔͊͊̄̚͝ą̵̛̜̩̣̱̬̐́̊̈̄̇̓̿̓̈̾̚c̷̨̨͕̖̩̼͎͍̗͖̱̩͇̦̲͐̾͂̅͘̕k̸̛̻͖̻͐̌̊͑̈̀͑͐̋͋̾̚͘͠ ̵̡̣̭͙̠͙̫͎͈̞̑̃̔̎̿̅̓̾̋̍̚͝ͅę̸̙̭̹̫͈̺͚̟̝̦̯̑̕͜ÿ̸̛̲̹̝͖̹̿̄́̃̆̓͊̏̒̒̔͜ȩ̶̨̳̹̞͓̼̼͎̝̜̼̲͍͑̔̾̉̾̓̆͌͆̚͝s̷̳̝̺̰̄͌̓̈͂̈́̐̒̐̀͐͐̚͠ ̴̡̨̢̛̘͙̭̗̣̰͕̙̥͈̲̌͒ͅa̵͔̤͛͋͊̇͊̽̃̓̀͆͂̀͘̕r̸̢̢̰̭̩͕͓̻͚̣͓̼̍e̴̩̲̮̤̻̗͎̥̩͖̻̲̞̎̅̿̾̆̓ ̸̧̛̙̞̼̗̱̞̩̞͙̰̳͕̦̾͌͑̉̅̇͊̅̕̚͜p̵̠̱̆́̄͂l̷̢̧͇̮̰̝̰̫̺̜̼̂͗̋̿͛̓̋̾̽̄̽̚͝ų̵̳͓͎̻͕̞̲̟̆̽̓̿̋̌̐̇̓̉̔̌̚͜͠͝c̶̛͕͇͍̲̺̽̋̑̃̓̋̑̎̚͝ͅk̷̛̰̬̝͈͚̖͓̲͕̒̍̓́̌̇̉̓̀̓̈́́͝e̶̺̮̞̹̤͛̀̾́̈́ḑ̴̙̖͉̒̅̉͛̇̋͒̍̅͌͘͠ ̸̨̛̱̺͙̥o̴̡̨̡̜̤̥̹͇̰̠̯̽̌͋͐̑̌͌͒͑̍͠͝͝u̶̧̬͊̆͌͆̿͠͠t̵̪̥̻̗͛̎́͆̿̒̊͌̏̀̎̚̕͝͝ͅ ̷̥̖͖͖̠̻̺̺̹͓̫̗̞́̈́̏̄͜ͅo̸̲͖̱̩͑̾͘f̸̯̹͋̑́̈́̃͊̈́̿͂ ̵͓̓̈́̒̂͑͂̒͂͌͆̕͘͠͝͝h̴̡̛̰͚͑̾͌͌̋͛̓̍͊̅͐ȩ̶̘̼̞͖̍͑̔̏͛̈́͗͋r̴̨̛̛͈̗̭̫̺̤̪͍̃̊̌̈́̓̒̐̊͋̍̂̚ ̶̥͓̘̹̹̖̇̀͋̀͒̈͑͘͠s̸̖̥̆̑͐ķ̷̧͇̫͕̙͈̜̮̞͈͚͓̑̇̄̚͜ư̴͈̭̜̮̼̥̈̌ļ̷̕l̷̨̡͕̗̘̟͕̮͐͐͠,̴̢̨̪͈̺̣̣͚̟̼̾̃̌̀̀ ̷̢͔̥͙̮̭̠̯̅̌͐̌̅͋̉̋͠b̴̡̤̪̺̤͍̣̣̓̑̔͗̈́̅̂͊̇̑͠͠͝e̸̡̙̠̦̲̩͗̃͂̄̕͝ì̴̪̙̓͌̐̐͌͌̂͐̍̽͠͝ń̴̢͕̯ͅg̵̡̢̦̼̦̦̻̙̮͚̙̹̳͈͕̔̂ ̷̢̞͇̲͉̋͋̅̇̂̉͒͌̚h̵̬̱̝̟̝̠̤̥̝̩̪͓͉̗̤͗̐͌̑̔͗́̑̌͗̐į̷̻̦̙̙̭̮̪̝͔̣̲̝̲͐̈́͒͒ͅḑ̸̞̘̠̼͖̱͎͚͔̻̪̤̅͗̓̍͑̐͋̈ͅd̷͍́̉̽̀̀̾͊̇̌̈́̅͆̚e̴̢̛̛͉̦̞̯̪͕̓͐̊͆̑͗̑͌͛̂̽̌n̴̛̖͓̥̹̼͚̱͎̈́̇ ̴͕̙̠̬̜̘͋̋̔̇̅̔̚̕͘͠i̸̛͇̠͚̐͌̎̈́͋̂̂͛͆̾̇͒̕͠n̵̨̛̛͙̊̇̈͗͒͆̒͆̂ ̷̧͔̭̗̞͚̙̻̹̪̜̊̂̂̀͛̋̔͘͜͜͠t̸̙͓̺͉͎̫̤̪͚̎͋͂̃̾͂̅͛͌́̅̇͑͠ẖ̴̲̠̟͈̲̻͉̲͎̻͔̈́́e̷̡͈̜̣͕̰͖͈͇̫͂̀̋͂̀͠ ̶̓́̀͋͊̀̀̐̈́̒̚͜ͅt̷̠̾͐̑͛̔͆́͊̃͐̈̓̕̚r̴̡̨̘͍̠͉͎̆͗͒̄͊̔̅̒͛́̆̕͝ḁ̵͚͍̦̞̮̼͇͆͗̾̅̚ś̸̢̪̹͐͊̈́͘h̴̡͓̦̪̪̜̞̭̲̣͈̩̺̹͛̾̏͛͊̊̐̈́̕̚͠ ̴̢̖͇̦͇̹̳̜͈̗̤͕͍͔̄̓̂̈̎̏̏̃c̵̪̬̜̮̰͙̘̳͙̗̰̞̄̏̌̊̌̀͑̈́̃̄̎̒̊͘a̴̡̫͉̝̫̺͚̞̻̳̬̦̽̆̎̆͒͛͌͗̀̊n̴̹͓̺̘͎̦͇͈͂̀͑͒̿͜͝ ̸͍̗̩̥̪̠̯̲͉̙̰̞̮̹̿͌̈́́̅͌͗̈́̈̓̎͐̿ͅö̴̢̧͔͚͉̬̠̺̭̫́f̶͇̠̝̰̑͆̒̅̓̾̉͂̌̈́̒̎̕͠͝ ̷̢̩̔͆̚t̸͕̳͛̔̃̕ĥ̶̡͋͛̑͛̀̊̓͆̕̚͝͝ĕ̸̢̨͓ ̷̡͇̙̝͙͕͈͎̩̪̎̎̉̉̀̀́r̸̼̼̱̭̝͉̱̈͋̔̄̃̀͐́̄͗ͅo̸̡͚̥̣͚̙̭̳͓̙̫͚̠̔̿̉́̔́̈̍͜͜ơ̸̧̦̮̱̹̞̖͕̎͌͒̓̇̽͝͠ͅṁ̶̨̛̜̞̜̣̫̝͔̾̓͒̉.̸͇̜͋͛̕
None of the mysteries ever stop. Not any of them at all. That is what makes them and humanity so interesting! What is the point of everything if everything stayed the same? Oh, that's right! There would be no point! Humanity exists to keep all of us entertained. And that is my mission in the world right now, figure out what exactly in humanity is the most entertaining. It's literally my job, I get paid for this shit. The ugliest parts of humanity is what makes them so beautiful!
Nothing of our world could exist without Adam and Exe giving in to sin and taking a bite out of that apple. Humans are sinners, cursed by the simple mistake of people who have not even ever existed. Life is unfair in that sort of way. But I do not mind, for, if life is fair, life becomes boring. There will be nothing but empty husks going through their everyday routines. Such is the perfect world that hopes strive to achieve. Where humanity becomes nothing more than a hive mind, where everybody will be the same and there will be no conflict. Who would ever want to live in that fucking shit hole?
"Alright, alright, I guess it'll be fun to see the battle of the brains between you two. Got no other form of entertainment right now." I take out my notepad, ready to take notes. I am between two men, who I am really surprised have not beaten the shit out of each other yet. Guess that is the only thing that makes this anything remotely interesting.
"I see no point of this argument. Especially since Natsuo will not act like a sensible human being-"
"Shut up, Masamune! Get that stick out of your ass and stop preaching about love and understanding while living the past! The Saviors of Humanity are dead, get over it already."
Natsuo is an..interesting fellow. He has long blue hair that will make every woman be jealous. His eyes are brown and stern, greatly helped by his sharp, furrowed black eyebrows. Tan skin covers every inch of his body, with him being quite muscular and tall as well. Would be more intimated if he was not such a crybaby. And, of course, he wears that boring suit and tie combination that literally everybody has on working for the Future Foundation. This dude is such a dumbass for thinking that we would not find him while literally wearing his uniform. Well, I could probably go more into his appearance and shit, but I'm not the type of narrator who likes to spend too long on these type of things. We do not need to know every single thing that is on their body.
On the other side, there is Masamune. And he also has long hair that ladies would go crazy for, only this time it is white and put into a ponytail. He has some sort of black veil thing covering his mouth. I'm not a walking dictionary and don't give a shit about fashion, so I don't give a shit about saying that. And, of course, just like Natsuo, he wears that boring ass suit and tie. Though Masamune is better than most members of the Future Foundation since he at least tries to put more personality into it. Too bad I actually agree with Natsuo and he has a stick up his ass.
"Let's get this over with. We got the actual story to get to and the two of you are just wasting space. So like kill each other or something-"
"I'm not that stupid! God, nothing is getting done here!" Rushing out of the room, Natsuo slams the door behind him loudly. Masamune and I aren't impressed by his childish tactics. However, that does leave us being stuck with each other.
"I will not give in to your silly games...Junko."
M̸̘̥̟͇̬̯͎̞͈͉͙̩͒̀́͋̿͑͂͊̒̅͒͜͜͝ͅa̶̢̛̗̳̩̭͓̮̗͖͐͛̄̎̇͋́̔̑̕s̸̳̪͔̻͒̑̆̍̍́͌̂̐̕͝à̶̢̡̹͎͉̻͍̭̺͔̜͜͜ͅm̵̖̬̃̑̔͗̈͝u̶̡̝̥̻͕̅̋͂̍͂͘̕n̶̮͓̆̇̓͐̍̿̕ĕ̵̛͉̌̿̍̈́̂̃̀͛͘͝͠ ̸͈̺̌̀̊̈́̃̉͘͜͠b̴̢̢͖̥̤̯͇͒̓̃͑͂͐͜͝ọ̶̫͇̱͙̍̑̌̑͂̈́͝͠d̶̩͙̞̪̲̳̩̳̣̬͕̋͊̃͗̈́̎͜ͅy̴̛̫͖͈̳̲͎̯̲̠͉̦͑̈́͛͛̂̀̋̄̓̀̑́͘ ̴̡̬̖̰̲̫̙̬̰̫̼̜̏̿̏̊͑́͂͗̐̐͗̄̕͝͠ͅͅḩ̸̩͇͕̣̖͛a̴̛̺̤͈̬͇̳͐̔̑̾̄͒̀͐͘͜͠ṅ̴̝̼̪̯̗͊͋̍̓̊͋ͅg̸̢̢̮͎̗̟̻͚͈̤̔́̍̓̊̅̀̓̏̿͒̓̚̕͜ͅs̷̘̩̼̺̿̀̽̽̉ ̵̧̻̹̤̟̗̮̠̦͔̞̘̓̎̃f̴̛̰͚͚̹̻͖̺̱̍̿̇͛͐͌̂̍̔̀͑̐͘ṙ̸̨̰͍͙̕͜o̵͎͍̜̰̭̿͐̆͊͐̌̅͘m̷̨͉̺̎̅͜ ̴̯̜̱̼̺̮͙͉̙̙̍͂́̆̇̉̎͌a̶̢̖̐̈́̃̈́̎ ̷̧̜̝̻̪͇̝̤͖͍̰̃͜b̸̙̦̜̫̀ȩ̶̡̢̩͇͕͇̦͎̼̻͇̺̐͊́͆̉͑̇͗́̾͝l̵̢͙͈̪͙̝̳̦̖͖͚͑ţ̷̹̠̼̭̣̖̞̻̫̟̥̹̌̀́̄͑͛̆̄͒͂̍̽͝͝ͅ ̵̧̫͔͍̩͚̺̰̟̫̹͔̾̓a̶͍̠͕̹̣̚͜b̸̢̦̗̤̘̹̏̏͗͗̓̕͜o̸͓͖̮͂͌̔͠v̴̡̨̙̣͍̤̖̻̼̺̤̺̱̇̈́̽̀͠ͅͅę̷̡̞̖̟̫͔̘̥͚̅͑̽̍̂͊̈́͗̀͘͠͠ ̶̛̺̰̻̱̅̈́̓̅̄̂̐̅̋t̴̎̈́͐̀̌͠ͅh̴̡͍̜̹̪̳̝͕͔̳̺̗̗̘͐͌͒̈́̎̆e̴̛̫̬̼̿̆̐̎͒̇́̓̊͛͜ ̷͇̖̺̒͆̂̈́̎̈͘d̶̡̰̘̘̹͉̪̰̗̞̈́̅è̸̠̺͓͈̏̏̈̒̌͂̂͝ṣ̶̻̞͆̔̑͐̃̑̉̅͘ḱ̶̢̡̤͈͇̖̮͂́̿͂̔̇͜͝.̷̻̔́͑̈͒̽̈́̔̾͠͝͠ ̴̡̼̞̳̩̺̱̟͌̀̐̑̿̓͊̔͛̒̕͜͠H̵̨̡͈̤̥̪̱̗̯͓̍̇́̓̈́͐̽͌e̵͇͙̲̩͉͂́̽ ̵̢̡͔͉̺̗̭̙̤͓̰̹̩̳̖̏͒̐̈͘s̵̨͚̼̺̦̼͙̲̗͍̖̙̋̓̅͐͆͒̈́̉̏̒́̈́͘ẅ̴͓̞̜͔̜́̿͊͒͆̋̔́̽̑͂͝͠ͅa̷̯̺͚͎͓͎͒̿͆̽̑̔̐̍͋̕͘͝y̴̧̩̼̩̱̓̒̈́̈́͐̓͒̄̊́̊̚͘ŝ̴̮͍̮̎̐̆̀͂͒̆́͘͠͝ͅ ̵̲̬̹̙̗̯͕͈͍̒́̀̊̾́̾b̵̢̠͎͓͕̐̇͠ͅa̸̧̯̯̦̩̠̮̬̘̽͋ç̵̧͕̞̻̖̝̪͖͖͚̫̯͊͒̆̑̎͜͠k̶̢̡͙̝̟͈̫͈̤͎͎̊͐̀̃̋̅ ̶͔͈̘̰͙̪͗̏̿̔͛̄͊́̅̃͒̽̕͝â̶̹̫͑̚͠n̶̻̝̠̜͇̪̗̈́͝d̸̰͔̘̠̃̇̍̓͛̑͗̾̎͂̚͝ ̸̢̟̜̫̦͉̟̪̣̹̦̤̗͔͙̅͐̋͛͗f̶̝̜̙͈͓̯̙̪̘̪̭̻̯̻͛̈́̾͂̌̀͒̑̚̚̕̕͜o̵̧͓̞͙̦͍͈̦̰̳̬̕r̸̻̭̊͌̏͋̊͛͒t̶̘̝̟̆̊̀̎͋͗͌̋͗̆͝͠h̴̨̥̬̲̦͖̑͋̅̏̄̈́,̸̦͖̱͙͚̭͖̰͓͎͉̞̲̙͚̾̀̔̋̏ ̸̢̛͉̣͓̞͔͔̟͔̭̻̜͙̈́̓̃͑̀̽̊̒̓̽͘͠ḩ̸͖̖͔͍̜̣̭͊̐̆̃̽̿̏̉̀́̅͐͘̕͠ḯ̸̢̳͕̣̫͋̍͊̃s̵̡̮̱͔̦̝͇̘̃ͅ ̵̧̰̦̜͈̬̱̔̓͋̑̄̉̋̊̌̓̈́̍̊͒͜͜f̶̘̬͓̺͖̤̘͕̂i̵̢̝̠̔̃̅̀̓́͗͠͝͝ñ̵̨͙̗̲̞̣̤̟͑͂͊̋̌̇̑̀̄̒͌̽͘͜g̸̨̛̲̼͉̖͓͎͗̀͐͜͝͝e̴̫͔̫̦̅̌͐͗̐̓͗̓͝͠r̸̡͉̦̰̭͈̭͍͇̦̙͙̙̀̈̔͊̾̉͜͝͝s̶̢̛͇̜̯̺̝͍͙̤̹̣̬͌͂͋͊̿́̈́͛͑̐̕ ̴̧̡͚̖͎̯̫̳͍̝͐̐̒̎̈͐͒̂͐̽͊̈́̚͜͜͝ĉ̸̨̠͠ő̸̡͙̣̫͖̬͍̲̬̲̆̇͗̐̎̽̇͋̕̕͜͝͠v̶̛̛̙̘̯͗̈̅͒͒́͑̄͋́͗͘ẻ̶̡̛̀̒͒̐͑͗̈́͘̕̚͠͝͠ṙ̴̢͙̱̥̹͎̬̜͚̠̈͋́͆̈́̓̓̕͝ẽ̷̡̘̻͎͍̜̩̖̬̱̖͒́̔̔͌̈́̈́̌̈́̀͝d̴̛̼͍̀̄͐͌͛͂́͗̊̚̚͠ ̵͈͓͊̓̌̈̿̓̓̕͝i̴̡̧̘̦̩͎̖̬̱̦͌̽̂͝ͅṋ̵̡̛͙͎̯̜̳̦̱̣͔̫̋͋̒͒̑͒̄̓̔̋̚͜ ̶̨͕̠͚̣̐̋̒͌̕b̸̪͇͇̺̞̞̼̬͒̅͊̀l̷̤̳͙͕̭̹̯̝̀̉͌̿͊̿͝ơ̸̳͎͕̗̼͂̅̓̐͂̉̀̈́̀̔͛̽͘o̵̢̭̞̳̳̱̦̲̮̖̼̯͔̓͆̈́̾d̷̪̙̗̟́̅̌͛́͆͗͑͒̃͆͂̂̚͝.̶̰̤̞̬͇̼͂ ̶̻͙͙̠͚͊̄̅͐̈͒̎́̈́̈̿͑̌S̵̡̧̢̰̠͜͝h̷͚̍̂̽̀͘͝ī̷͔̻̖̫̱̩̥̰̄̅̀r̴͓̙̦̤͖̠̖͇̯̫̤̝̲̐̔̽̓̅̑͑͊̋͋̒ơ̸̢̡̘͈̝̮̤̘̹̦͉̩̻̠̔͒̎̒̄̎͋͑̓͘͝͠ ̸̨̣̰̖̱̯̬̭͍̮̥̣̰̼̑̄͊̇̑̌̃͆͋̇̓͜͝͝ẁ̴̻̪̾̐̃̔̾͆͂ä̵̛̯͎́͗̆̀͊̕͘ṭ̷̢̛͎͓̤̈́̇̽͌̐̌͛̅̔̿̇͊̆̕ç̸̫̉͒͐̏͂̓̄́̿̑͛͒͐͜͝h̷̨̙̥̯̠͎̼̗̻͎̗̩͎̜̞́̇̈́͒́̽̀̓̚͠ḝ̸̢̧̡̡̩̫̥̫̝̠̳̩͎̖̆̀͗̈̃̓͑́̄s̶̢̡̯̞̫̲̖̦̖̣̗̭̃͋̇̔̂̊̂̋͋̐̎̚͝ ̵̨̢̬̗͎̰̼̯̻̮͍͈̻̫͗͠o̵̹̽̍̃̓̋v̵̢̮̹͖̫̻͎̜̌̂̔̈́͐e̸͍̐̔̅͋͒̀̕ȓ̴̩̤͈̙͚̻͕̒̽̇̿͑̍͠͠ ̵̧̰̪̮̪͙̘̖͚͓̪̞̦̉̄͐̾̾̂͆̾̌̕h̷̩̆́̏͊̌̉́͂͠i̵̱͛͐̍m̴̡̡̬͇̗̠͈̘͈̱͔̫̬̀̽́̓͗̈́̃̆̾̐̀̾̚̕̕,̷͚̜̠̥̮͉͎̬͖͕̰̰̞̞͉̐̀͂́͑̇̓̐͘͝ ̶̼͕̘͕͚̰̜͛́̐͋̓̓̄̋̐̽̎͋̀̕̕s̵̙̬̟̻̼̤̤̣̱̅̆̈́̑̄̌͒̓̎̚͜ͅţ̶̢̲͍̠̹̼͖͍̦̼̤͓͂͒̆̃́ą̷̻̺̫̝̟͚̟̥̤̠̭̼̈́̎̇̎͐̚͜r̵͉̲̯̟͍̓̂͑̽́͑͆̋͆̐̈́̋̆͝i̷̧̪̲̭̺̣̲͂̉̀̅̿͗͋͗̍́͋̓͘͝n̷̛̙̆̇͂́͑̿̓͂̉̚͘͝͠ġ̶̬͙̳́̐̊͆̓̍͋͑̅͂͐͌ ̴̡̨̳̥̼̳͎̼̺̤͇̹̤͉̂͒͐̏͆̃̽̈̕b̷̨̡̢̬̬̖̳̯̺͕̲͍͙̪͋̈́̾l̸̨͕͉̺͖̲͔̦̤̺͍̜͕̪̳͐̄́̇a̶̢̰͚͙̲̲̰̹̹̩̹̞͍͋̇̓̾̈́́̏n̶̡͚̓̓̋̔͆̈̓̌̿̒̒̉̕̕͝k̶̢̜̠̯͔͇̭̩̻̾̀̀̐̔͗̑͌̎͛͋̽l̵̢̡̢̜̩͓̝̆̓̒̄͆͋͘͘y̴̨̝̳̺͚̼̻̭̣̘̙̣̖̘̎̾̍̅̽̓̋͘͠͝ͅ ̷̼̭͇̯͑̆͘ǎ̷̧̦͓̦̻̞̘͔̱͇̲͔͍͙̾̽̇t̷̨̩͙̺̋̆̉̓͜ ̶͎̪̙̪̻̎͗͊̈́͐t̷̞͔͈̩̮͚̜͔̪͖͉̏̊͜ȟ̶̩͉̝̳̫̭̮̤̱̱͉̜̎̚͘e̵̖͋͂̆ ̵͖͓͙͙̄̏̓̔̏̓́ċ̸̙̺̱̥̩̮͕̱͇̌̍̐̿̏̏̈́̚͘͝͝ỏ̷͚͐͌̎̂̈́͋̅͐͌͗̀̔̒r̴͚͔̦̟̞̖̓͗̌́̆̊͂̏̍̿̄͘̚p̶̢̧̤̥̹̻̰̓̿̂́̅̿̀̅̂̈́̎̓͊́̚s̴̪̻̣͆̒͐͗̊͗͒̈́̉̍̍̔̌è̷̢͚̹̼̗̦͔̣͎͚̪̗̇͛̾.̴̨̧̙͚̭͎̟̪̣̃
N̷̢͎͖̜̱̘̆̃͘á̷̟̺͙̬̺̗̜̥̟̼̝̥͕̟̆̍̆̑̂̿̀̅̾̀ͅt̸̩͕̦͓̅͒̎̋͜͝s̴̨̡̭̺̹̳͇̼͙̼͑̍́̑ŭ̸̼͉̣̳͇̼̜̒́͌̀͝ͅő̶̡̻͉̮̉͌̄͋̔̀̽̄̒͜͠ ̶̡̢̪̞͖͈̤̪̩́̀ͅş̸̯̼̬̜̯̬͔̣̯̹͕̳͆̑͜ţ̸̨̡̣̟̯̜̘̠̲̘̼̦̂̌ȃ̷̧̩̝̺͉̝̻͕̐̄̐̿̋͂r̷̞̤̟̭͓̦͖̩̮̰̝̘͆̆̐́e̶̛̠̟̯̖̱̣̦̯̟̖͓̽̓̏͑͌̾͊̇̀̕͜͠͠s̸̼͉͖̫̣̖̤̰̙͗͒̽͋̍͆̽̓̀̐̂͘͠ ̴̧͎̲̹̼̱̭͖̤̈́͊̍̎ï̴̧̹͇̪̀̀̈́̿n̵̨͔̦͙̹̩̯̖̪̰̘̻͚̻͊̓̆̑̀̈̓̔͑̿̃͠ ̶̧̳̯̰̘̜͈͐̔̄̑̅̀͊̃͠͝h̶̖̻̺̙͎̙̘̣̘̻͙̣̃͗̍̉̀͋̂̈͜͜ö̷̥͍̂͌̈̓͂͌͘r̴̮̩̞̫͓͋́͠r̷̢͎̦̪̗̦̥̫̝̣͉͗̈́͛̃̓̆̋ǫ̵͍͎̪̮̖̜̈́͒̅̾́͠͝ŗ̷̡̘̟̬͚̬̪̱̣̜̈́ ̷̡̫̙̫̥͉͕̭̯̦͂̑̐̓͂̔̓ͅa̴̖͈̦̞͊̀̿̾͑͑͑̌̂̀ț̶̢̛̛͎̰̝̝̲̗͛̓͛̏́̑̈́̾̾͗̑̕̚ ̸̢̦͔̞̼̑̾͐̈̈͛̔̔̔̽̒̈̾͘a̴̛̹̲̳͇̭̥͍͑̑̄͛̉͆͒l̶̡̨͍͔̣̫̰̺̣͇̘͍̃̀̈̋͆͗̏͊̈́̑̀͑̎̈l̶̛̛͚̥̍́̀͋͆͐̈́͑́̍̇̕͘ ̶͉̐̑̾͐̌̀͊͘͝t̵̡̨̟̙̝̜͎̗̱̊̓̇͂͆́̅̏̋̄̕͝ḩ̴̼̹͔͕͙̗͕͕̺͚̉̌̎̅̔̐̌͊̂͆̈̄̂̕͘ͅế̵̢̩̹͚̩̹̙͈̮̪̣͇̳͚̌ ̸̢̜̬͓̗͍̦͐͂̌͒̈́̋͘͝b̵̧̢̥̮̟̹̗͈̟̬͊̇̄̇͋̐͗̈́͛͜͜͝ö̵̬̠̬̲̒ͅḓ̸̱͔͇̫̼̬͓͖̯̳̋͒̅͌̀͋̚͜͝͝į̸͚̪̣̙̳̭̣͇͇͎̌̅͐̂̽̊͋͗͑͜e̸̢̪͖̘̻͍̮̔̌͜s̶͚͎͈͈̹̗̯͚͎̘̥͔̎ͅ ̶̡͙̠̫̗̦̠̟̞̝͇̳̖̰̊͗s̸̨̨̠̟̣͕̙̗̙͈̟̺̥̈͗̂͝͝ȕ̴̡͙͕̻̣̗̗̻̲̭͉͖͕͎̇̋͑̽̑r̶̞̪̯̦̘̩̩̜̜͛̌̅̐͜ŕ̷̨̪̟͙̜͇̖̬̬͊͐͛̆̊͂̑́͌̓̆͘͝ơ̵̗͖̣̣͖̺͉̖̘̟͉̰͖͐̾͌̀̆͌̎̈́̊ủ̵̘̙̰̞̘̥̏̍̂́͊̌́̓̊̈́̆̈͠n̴̥̠̋͌̐̾̿̆̊̆̾̄͐͠ḑ̶̬̱͙̤̬̌̌̔̈͘i̴̧͔̯̩͉̟̲̲̬͓͕̩̘̐́͊͗̐̕n̵̨͎͍̟͈̻͍͎͚̪̂̽̑͑̈́͒͠ĝ̸̻͍̥͇̃̃̅͆̕̚̚͝ ̷̛̮̓̿͗͐̿͛̇ȟ̸̡̢̳͚̆̏̉̀̃̀͝ĩ̸̢̭̞̹͖̪̓̋̍̀́̀͠͝m̶̼̖̼̮͈̮̭̈́͂̃̆̽̓́́̄̄́̂̓͠.̷̛̛̹̰̲̱̟̤̘̤͍̩͇̰̖͚̇̀̎̎̀ ̵͉̪̙̹̤̖̲̳͙̝̞̩̜̠̠͋̎́̀̓͛́̋̒̈́̀͝͝M̸̨̳͎̫̲͍̗̜̿͛̓̅̑̏̈͊̿̅̍͜͠è̷̢̙̦̫̯̥̥̝͈̪̝̙͑͌̈̕͜ͅi̵͚͂́̉̌͒̊̈̋͑̃͂̈́̊͝͝ ̸̮̩̙̹̦̖̆̎ḯ̷͇͈̣̱̹͇͔͕̫̳̈́́̓̀͌̽̀̊̀́̓̂͆͜͠ṣ̸͖̦̫̼͉̲͇̝͎͕͋̎ ̶̡͖̤̣̜͇͕͕̓̇̑̊̑̽̊̑̍̕̕̕͝i̶̧̛̥̰̖̺̞̜̟̖̭̥̰̩̅̈́̀̓̍͐̅͘͠ṋ̶̢̖͕̩̺͙̖͕͋̀͌̽̍̊̒́̓͂̆͜͝ ̷̧̱͈̠͎͙̳͙̖̭̯̪̓̒͘f̶̺̝̩̲͎̘͙̮͕͎̤͐̓̾̈́̾̌̑͋ṟ̷̙̠͗͛̌͐̎͝͝͠o̶̢̰͈̘̳̘̞̣̐̉̀̇̓̇͊́̏̅̅͜͜ņ̶̢̩̩̬͈̦̦̎̾͐̔̚̕͘͝ť̶̞̣̺̹̪̰̯̇̔̋͛̃̇̍̀̇͐̓͆̈́͠ ̴̧͉͔̫̟̖̙͕̬̪͚̻̣̿͊̆̌̈ͅǒ̴͇f̵̼̝̗̼̫̖͇̰̣̳̪̩̮̊ͅ ̸͇͓̦̣͙̱̼̪̙̭̮͕̣͖̻́̄̽͒͌̂́̔̊̿̌̚h̴̢̨̛͎͚͕͕͇̜̭̦̍̀̈̃̓̌̈́̃͗́̒̓ǐ̵̦͉̰̒͒͂͋̓̊̎̚͘͠͝m̴̢̤̺̻̠̲͔̰̯̰͐͆̃̌̕͜,̵̤̀̈̽̃̒̓͆̋ ̵̢̘̣̙͎͑́̊̈̄͌͋̍̔̌̕͘Ș̶͚̗̀̂́͒͗͝ͅa̴̠̰̿̉̃̓̐̎̾̈́̀̀̅́͌̏̑i̸̹̭̾̏͂̚̕ţ̴̣̻̭͙̠̮̪̟̪̣̭̩́͗̔̃̒̈̓͋͊͠o̴̮̒̿̓̀̾͛͛͆͐͘̕ų̷̝̩̼̉͑͝͝ ̶̛̛̳͖̠̫̪̩̯͛̔́̒̍̃̈́͛́̿̾͐͜͝i̵̛͓̼̟̝͔͆͊́́̏͌͛ņ̸̮͇͇̪͕̙̞̦̬̍͌̍̐͂͘̕̚ ̴̛̪̻͐̈́̋̏̈́͂͠ţ̶̧̳̺̫͈͎͈̼͔̐̿̅̈́͛͂͛̿̃͑̔̚̕͝h̸̡̛̙͎̯̗̙̳̞͈̹͕̙̦̝̠̊̊̿̓̍̈́̈́̈́̕̚͠ȩ̴͚͉̘͆̓̾̌̐̈͛́͑̚͝͝ͅ ̸̨̨͔̱̗͍͖̩͉̙͖̲̌̏̓̒̀̆̕̚͜ḅ̶̢̡͙̪̩̼̥͎̼͔̲̋̆̃́̃́̓͘̚e̷̡̲̤̙̯̘̝̙̘̞̽̓̽̔̇̈́̔̅͜͝͠h̸̙̺̱̿̿̈́̓̽͠ͅi̶̛͖̘̾̔̏̄̆̏̄̇̊͘̕͝ǹ̵̨͇̀͊̒͛̍̐͊̓͘͝d̴̡̢̗͉͎̩̪͈̺̭͍̝͐̚.̴̖̑̈́͐͗͋͠ ̴̧̨̝͇͚̠̼̖́̒̎̆͑̋̄̈̔̃̐̃͝B̵̢͖̠͚͚̣̤͎̘̰̺̜͍͛̀ư̵̡̹̖̫̘͂̈́̿̽͌͆̌̾̃̕t̵̨̢̮̞̱͙̜̭͈͋̅͒̑́̀͂̑̑͑̒̿͗̉̚ͅ ̵͈̙͚̗̞͚̤̼̝̼̫̞̽͂̓̉̿͑̕͝w̸̛̦̃̇h̴̥̟̪͛̚a̴͓͖̯̺̣͖̻̎̂̂͜͜͝͝t̶̙̯̾̿͋̍̌̒̉̍͒̓̕͝ ̸̨̧̨̝̺͓͖͇̝̩̗̦̰̺̞̃̑̌͂̓̊̈́͝h̴̰̱̾̕è̸̡̧̫͇̗͍̤͓̹ ̷̢̘͔̰͇̦̥̻͈͍̮̫͚̜̈̊̈́̀͝ņ̷̧̧̭͖̲̤̲̼̙̊͆̉̓̔̿͂́͠o̸̰̿t̵͎͕̠̣̣͋̀̓̈́͗̈́̊̎̏͠i̷̬̬͕̜̜̞̙͍̝̭͉̠͖̾̈̈́́͛̀̀̎̕͠ͅc̵̩͍̭̗̜̭̉͆̇̾̾̋ḛ̷̝̠̥͗̈́̒̅̄͗̋̍̃͝͝ṣ̶̛̻̣͓̪͓͓̞̼̺̝̝͖̺̎̔͒͗͊̑̅̋̓̓̓͘͝͝ ̵̨̰̥̥̱͇̯̈́͛̍̂̿͜ī̴̡̨̼̺͈̟͔̟̫̗̗̲̺̀̏͝͝ş̷͔̤̘̞̘̹̱͔͕̠̬̗̞̇̊̓̔̈́ ̴͉͚͑̆̽͗̾̽͌͛͐̏͗̽̉̆͆t̸̛̪̪̪h̷̨̢̳̬̙̹̣̳̤̰͚̖̗̝̎̑͒͌̾̚͘͠ͅẽ̶̯͋̄͌͆́̆͝ ̴̡͉̤͈̮̻̗̓̿͛͜ģ̸̢̻͚͉̝̝̰͉͙͓́̈̏͐̃͐̚͘̚͜ì̵̢̢̧͉͇̯̺̹̺̹͊̿̉̒́̓̈̈́̾͘͘r̴̢̘̖̝̼͉̘̓͗̎̄͊́̃̄́̈́̓͛̔͘ļ̵̡̡̜̰̪̣̙̮̣̂̓̀̉̇̀̋̓̀͠ ̶̢̖͎̝̰͈̯͔̬͔̱̮͋͠t̷̩͈͙̤̣͇̰̲̭̬̿̔̇̒̓̒̅͋̔͂̕͘o̷̹͔̮̾͊̓̊̈́̈́͌̽͗̓͂̒͛̾̕ ̸̧̡̪̖͇͈̙̟̭̱͚͈͕͛̀̓̾̈t̸̨̘̻̼̼̳̯͖̼̀̐̾̇͋̽͑̇͜h̵̰̭̰̬̗̫̭̤͆̒̂͊̊ȅ̸̝͍̞͓̦̂̋̿͠ ̷͇̦̤̳͋̈́́͑͊̌̋͐̃͆̂̉̋͆s̴̪̬̼̘̦͓̜͖̦̰̉͑͌́͝ͅị̸͕͉̫͔̺̼̌̂̓̊d̴̥̎̌̊̎̂͋̆͂͂e̴̡̡͎̝̭̪̭͙̩̪͝ ̶̥̊͊͋̾̊̎̔͘̕͠ẃ̷̢͕̟̙̰ͅi̴͈͈̩̅̿ẗ̵̯͓̬͉̹͔̖͉́̂̾̆h̴̛̦̦̄͑͐̃̑͊͂̾̉͘͝ ̸̥͇̦̖͍͓͖̹͈͔̗̈́̐̀̿̿͜͝t̶̹͉͉̣̹̘̻̭̗̲̘͍̓̃̌̃̌̈́̽̂̇̉̃͝ͅͅͅe̶̳̩̮͎͈̝͚̫̳̋̏̎́͗̃ͅȁ̸̩͓͔̍̉́̿̄̀͑̒̆͊͂͋̔͝r̸̛͚̗̦̿̊̾̌̄̀̊̅s̶̰̘͈̣̘̬̝̘͋͊́͜͝ ̷̢̡̣̜̳͍̳̺̦̙̠̀̀͝r̶̩͙͍̪̭̫̩̗̀̓͂̿͘ù̶̬̹̪͇͎͚̱̰̙͆̈́́̂̍͜n̸̼͙̞͓̳͊͐̀̓̓̿͊̍̕͜n̴̨͍̱͇̾͋͒͝i̸̢̯͈͚̖͔̟̺̙͖͚̬͇̬͑̒̈͒͛̀͛͗̚n̸̡̡̛̛̰͖̣̳̜͖͔̦̗̩̐̄̒̀̓̉̎̓̓̚g̴̢̧̨̮̠̻͖̭̲̼̓ ̷̨̖̥͎̟̖̦̳̳͉̇d̴̢̲̪̗̮̄́ǫ̵̢̠̞̳͉͚̺̳̘̥̒̿̇̆́͊̾̃̓̚̚͠ͅͅw̴̧̧̨͙̤̲̞͚̏̎͋̏͘n̷̹̦̮͎̣͖̭͇͈͆͝ ̶̟͇̟̭̜͈͊͛͜h̶̢͙̋̇̓̎̈̋́̂̂́̚͝͝͝e̷͉̮͖͍̤̫̟̝̟̔͜r̶̛̫͌̎̎̽͆͐̇͝ ̵̧̛̛̹͔͌͋͂̀̐̒̍͝ȩ̵̱͚̜̯̥̺͇͍͖̬͔̰̞̽͌͐̈́̊̄ͅý̶̢͙̯̩͖̥͚̪̪̭̭͇̬̾͋̃͋̐͛͛̂̋̕͜͝͠ę̶̛̳̠̬̬͈̀́͌̍͑̇̇̎̀́͘s̷̺̭͉̦̣̈́̋̔̎͊̐͝.̸̢̛͇̫̲̭̰͚̖̪̥̱̈̉́̅͠ ̷̢̡̦̣̦͓̩̞̻̈́̆̏̈́̈́͘͝͝T̸̨̛̪̥̭̙̦̓̀̒̑̇͋̈́̎͝͠h̴̜̱̗́̓̓́͐̎͋͘͘͝ẻ̴̘̩͋̅͛͂͂̇̈͠ ̴̧͙͇̯̩̗̦̹̰͉̳͊̚̕l̴̲̹̖͙̥͚̭̫̤̾̆̌̋̔͜͝ä̴̡̛̛̯̯̬͈̺̓̆̔̍̀̏̍̄̏ś̷̡̢͔̝͚̱͎̪͆͌͐̓̆͌͒͗̈̓͝͠ͅţ̵̡͔̘̲̪̬̤̱̠̻̳̝̰̗̋͗̏̎̾̽͐̀͠ ̵̨̻͓̲͕͔͖̭̦͙̥̯̇̋̚͝ͅt̶̢̨̡̧̧̤̼̩̻͙͎̜̖̰͇̓̀͐͘h̶̨̢̨̤̬̥̤̫̯̱̱͕͈̻́̽̑̅̇͆̓̔̚̕͠͠ï̴̙̘͈͚͙̦̹͉͑̋̑̊̂̆͒̅́̔̈ͅͅn̵̢̨͂̓̅́͆͠͝ǵ̸̢̝̲̭̟ ̶͇̩̰̋̉̆̍̀͌͐̆̌Ņ̸̦͇̥̼̬̳̱̟͉̻̦̩͚̍̍͌͛̒̆̾͒̔̓̕̚̕͘͜a̸̡̡̨̧̖̙̥̱͎̞̠̞̝̓̏́͐̍̄̄̇̊t̵̢̨̮̹̯̄̈́̐̓̉̕͜͠s̶̨̛̮̭̔̌̓̏̇̾̆̈̃ů̷̝̯̱̙̇́̋̋͌̄̿͐̇̉ò̸̧͎͉̤͚͕̼͓̣ ̷̧̨̰̣͓͈͠s̶̺̭͋̊̿̓͘͝ę̶̨̧̧̗̘̥̟̘̻͕̜͋̊̈͛̀̾̈́̽̈́ē̵̡̔͆̎͌̾̾͊̅̒̓̅̃̋͝ş̴̗͔̘̝̫̫͍̪̦͂͂̿̈́̐̊̏̎̕͝ ̴̗͕̔̉͛̊̅͗̇̎̓͠i̴͈̯͓͚̺̮̞̍͋͊͒͛̄̾́̅̍ͅs̷͇͆̅̒̈̃͆̅͆́̂̈́̄͝͝͝ ̶̨̼̦̼͚̲͉̻̗̪̝̠̍͑͊͐Ë̶̫̜̗́̈͒͗̊̇̒̋̉͛̋̈͘m̶̧̯̫̰̫̗͍̀̔͋͊͊̕͝ͅi̸̛̳̺̣̗̯̩̼̹͒̆̓͑̃̚̚͜l̸̩̙̮̩͈̠͔̠̫̙͖̤͍̓̃̆̿̋͗̚͝y̶̘̲̹̬̟͇̓̊n̶̢̡̛̘̟̞͕̜̰̻̘̝̖͈̮͛̓̅̿̅͛͒̎̚̕͝ṅ̴̢̧̛̬̲̳̭͎̠̖̺̣̬̹̟̜̇̍̔̀̒͌̋̚ ̶̢̨̡̥̝̻̰͇̮̠͎̺̣̠̬̓̀͊͝s̷̢̺̙̪̐h̵͇̝̫̮̥̫͇̭͕̘̔͑̀͌̋̑̈̀͋̕͠ͅȯ̸̥̆̈̄̔̈́͘̚ó̵̡̯̜̠̘͚̪̠̥̇͐̃̈̍̈́ͅͅt̸̡̰͙͇̽̾̈͊̔̽̿͑̓̈́̒̓̚i̵̡̨̠͎̞̝͙̋̈̋̄̀̆͐ņ̴̰̘͉̜̟͐̋̅͌̇̀̏̊͐̐̂̋ģ̵̳̙͙͓̪̟̻̟͌̂̐͊̈́̎ ̷͚͇̳̘̟̻̜̹̣̠̝̅̅̕a̶̛̹̭̞͖̫̥̬̻̹͚͂̏̓͒̚ ̷̢̢̛̙̟͎͈̞͒̑͛̑̅́͆̏̀b̶̨̻̠̜̠̍̐͐͑̑̒̃̆̓̈͘͘͠͝͠ͅư̶̧̡̦̯̺̮̙̞͉͇͕̩̰̘̾̐̑͛́̿̀̐̏̀̾̚͘l̶̫̘̦̬͔͚̥͉͍̬͙̼͆͊͐͊̕͜l̷̛̥̼͙̠̓̇̀̉̂̀̈́͝e̶̯̫͍̔̏̾́̐̕t̸̮̞̦̱̟̜̉̈̓̿͑ ̷̧̛̼̦̭̯͕̫̲̙̰͈̜̯͍̑͆̅͑͌̈̉f̴̰̰̺̮͇̹̱͙̘̻͈̓̆̉̃͛͒͜r̸͇̙̥͐̑͒̾̀́̏̋͗̾̐͘̚͝o̷̢̧͇͍͚̟͉̊̑̈́̉̒̈̒͌͜m̴̨̧͔̼̝͖̪̺͕̭̙͓͆̂̏̀͋͝͠ ̴͔͓̞͓̣̦̝͔̻̋̑̇͝t̴̢̛̩̜͖͎̘̩͖̬̪̚͝h̴̦̤̭̪̭͔͎̳́̐͋̊̋͂͠e̸̢̛̜͒̆̂̂̓́̓͛̌̐̅͂͆ ̴̣̦͔̰͕͈̱̖̲̱͕͖͖̀̐̐͂̍͋̏͆͊͒̊͘͜g̶͈͚͇̜̠̞͉̲͒̓̽͋̌̔͆̍̐͌̆͊͘͝͝u̸̢̠̙̝̞̫̲͔̒̃͛̏̾̽͑̄̀͝n̴̹̅̓̾͛̂̎͑̐̀̒̚͠͝ ̴̖͚̪̗̣̲̥̞͂̿̍̋̄̑͆͝i̴̧͈̞̜̻̹̿̔̐͒͋͊̈́̓͐̿̕n̶̛̦̻͖̜̺̜̠͕̊̉̂́͑̈̿̑͑̔̍̍̌̚ ̵̛̺̜͉̣̳͎̦͕̙̥̜͖̈̀̃̔̑̒̚ḣ̷̢̢̛̺̝͉̹̈́̃́̚͜͜͝ͅȩ̷̢͈̩̰̬̭̥̦̖̘̥̝͈̀̄̈́͊͛̐͛̃͋̒̀͑ŗ̶̛̘̾͛̈̍͜ ̷̢̺̠̹̲̦̫̫̫̱̘̯̎͂͆̊̅̅̚͝͠͠h̵̡̨͎̞͓̯͚̖͔̝̬̰̏ą̴̨̢̗̺̹̰͉̗̫̜̠̞̗̟̅̒̀͒̍̈́̿n̶̞̹̜̣͙̣͊̂͑͆̈́̍̕ͅd̴̡͙̫̲̩͖͕͚̠̝̤̜̳̘̅̈́ş̶͍̥̼̩̋̀̊̊̈́.̷̞̝͙̳̳͚̓̓̾̆̎ͅ
Well this exists. This is an extra treat for you guys for waiting this long for new chapters. And yes, this is canon. And yes I'm planning some messed up shit. Sorry not sorry.
As those of you on my Discord know, my life right now is worse than Hell so there will not be a lot of updates. Seriously fuck my life. I'm still working on the Committee Saga since it's my precious child but, yeah, we're gonna be in Intro Hell for a very long time. So prepare for the ride, folks, as we all scream together because how the fuck did I think up all of this!?