Chapter 30: The Reaper: Act One
8:22 A.M Day Twelve
Amusement Park District
Entrance to Spookyland
The remaining twelve survivors found themselves standing before the entrance of Spookyland. The sound of cheesy Halloween music resonated from deeper within the new district. The cobblestone streets were filled with pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns, along with various Kumas sporting different costumes. While there were multiple stalls like in previous districts, it seemed there were five major points of interest. All of them were highlighted on everyone's phones: a graveyard, a pizzeria, a wax museum, a costume shop, and a haunted mansion.
"Interesting. I think we're all familiar with what comes next. We'll split up and see what this district has to offer, then we can discuss our findings later this evening." Tomoko gazed at the various decorations littering the streets with a discerning eye.
Tiana nodded in response, then glanced up from her phone. "Does anyone else find it strange we haven't been greeted, yet? Usually, the Kumas aren't too shy about making themselves known."
"Yeah, cause it's a real bummer not to see them," Lachlan muttered as he put his hands into his pockets. "That costume shop better have jackets. Fuckin' sewer ruined mine."
"Oui, I think I'd enjoy starting there myself. I doubt there's anything tasteful there, but I could be wrong," Chloe mused with a hint of a smirk. "Anyone else care to join us? Lari?" she asked the blonde with a mischievous smile.
The Ultimate Knight shifted uncomfortably. "My dear, I think I'll have to pass. I get the distinct impression you'll turn me into a dress-up doll."
Seikatsu giggled and stepped up beside the Designer. "Well, if she isn't interested, I know most of my personalities would love a chance to express themselves. Perhaps someone as fashionable as yourself could help me with such an endeavor?"
Chloe let out a trill of laughter. "I'd be glad to assist you. Perhaps I can even find an outfit for every personality. In fact, I know that I can, so leave it to me!"
"Hah, well I'll man up and check out the creepy old mansion. Any of ya got the balls to go with me?" Naruhiko asked as he rubbed under his nose.
Shiho offered a quiet chuckle and playfully nudged her hip against the boy. "I don't have any balls, but I'll go with you. I grew up in an old mansion, so it'll take a lot to spook me."
"Careful what you say! What lies beyond this entrance is nothing short of pure terror!" a voice exclaimed dramatically.
Suddenly, a short-cloaked figure appeared in front of the group. He appeared to be another Kuma with a tattered, black robe. His bear ears stuck out of his hood. He also wielded a scythe that was as tall as he was. Most of his form was obscured, though a leathery-looking face could be seen as he raised his chin, as if it was stitched together crudely. His eyes were as black as night and, despite having spoken a moment prior, his mouth was stitched up.
"Tch, so much for running out of bears. You look like the lamest one yet! Who are you supposed to be?" Becky asked in an exasperated tone.
"Ah—wait... can I practice my introduction beforehand? You know how when you stare into moving bicycle spokes, you get all scared? Like, for some reason, you imagine how painful it would be to put your hand in… Oh, um, my name is Saishikuma. Greetings, demons, I will be watching you closely," the bear offered awkwardly.
"That was... really weird," Annabelle muttered. "Do you have anything to actually tell us about this place? Or are you going to keep trying too hard to be scary?"
Saishikuma bowed his head. "...It's really hard to make first impressions. Just watch your step, or face the wrath of the reaper!" he exclaimed. He then turned and began to waddle off, only to trip over his cloak and land face-first on the street. "Ahhh, oh no! This is such a bother... What if my good image is soiled by this? What if people avoid me all the time?" he muttered to himself as he quickly hopped back to his feet before scurrying out of sight.
"I-I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually feel sort of bad for him. It's obvious he's socially awkward," Haruto said with a sad smile as he crossed his arms.
Tomoko groaned. "Save your pity for someone who needs it. They must really be running out of minions to put this loser in charge. Look, we've got a job to do, so let's do it. Annabelle, Dolly, you two come with me."
The Investigator watched the bear curiously as it continued to awkwardly make its way around the district. She covered her snickering. "Maybe Saishi won't be too bad. Seems way funnier than Yoshu. Wait, why do we have to go with you?"
"Because I asked nicely?" the Shogi Player deadpanned.
"Uh, I don't think you really know what asking nicely means," Dolly pointed out timidly.
Chloe sighed softly as she brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "Let's not squabble for once. The sooner we get this over with, the better. If you go with Tomoko, that only leaves the museum and graveyard."
"I'll go wherever I'm needed. I don't truly care," Laris said quietly as she stared off into the recesses of the district.
"I get that feeling. How about we take the graveyard, then? We'll be glad to have your sword if the dead start to rise," Kaizoku joked half-heartedly.
She offered a weak smile in response. "I'd be glad to join you, Captain."
"That just leaves Haruto and I to explore the museum. Shall we meet somewhere when we're finished?" Tiana looked around the group.
Tomoko started forward through the entrance. "We'll meet at the pizzeria at 5. It'll give us all day to explore the main venues and smaller attractions. If something comes up, don't hesitate to use your phones. We could all do without some excitement for a while."
11:24 A.M Day Twelve
Spookyland
Costume Shop
"I know it's been a couple of hours already, but this might be my favorite venue yet!" Chloe exclaimed jubilantly as she emerged from a dressing room in a black, gothic dress. She twirled once to admire her appearance in a nearby mirror. The shop itself was massive, sporting two stories filled with any kind of cosplay or Halloween attire someone could imagine. In addition, the aisles ranged from children to adults, and several changing rooms dotted the shop itself.
Seikatsu giggled after leaving an adjacent room. She wore a pastel-pink, princess-styled dress, complete with large puffy shoulders. "I must agree. Also, I think you look breathtaking, Chloe. While she is no longer in her shining armor, I'm sure our resident Knight would agree."
An impish smirk spread across the Designer's lips as she did another twirl. "Splendid, then I'll have to get her reaction firsthand. I would be remiss to not say that you look ravishing, too. Lachy, don't you agree?" She purred towards a nearby aisle, where the aforementioned boy was examining different jackets.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Have fun playing dress up," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. He looked over the assorted garments until he lifted up a grey cape coat. "Heh, it would probably be a little on the nose to wear Sherlock Holmes' jacket."
"All the charm of a drowned rat. Perhaps that is why you and Tomoko are so perfect for one another." Chloe sighed and shifted her attention back to Seikatsu. "Since our resident spice head is preoccupied, shall we go take a look at some lingerie? I think I saw some adorable panties and bras a few aisles back."
The Tarotologist smirked and put a hand on her hip. "That sounds fucking amazing. They better have a nice tight corset to go along with it. Hell, naked is sounding better than this gaudy fluff Lovers chooses."
The Femme Fatale shook her head before reaching for the girl's hand. "While I appreciate your exhibitionism, let's not give away all the goods in public, alright? Let's save some of that for the changing room..." she said as she guided the girl away hastily.
"Ahh, cut me some slack. Just had to take the chance to tease Mister Claimed Man over there."
Lachlan sighed as he watched the two leave him on his own. After a few more minutes of silent searching, he grinned because he found a brown leather trench coat that reached his knees. He reflexively put his hands in the pockets and nodded. "Fits like a glove," he muttered to himself. When he walked out of the isle, something else caught his eye. Sitting against the wall was a bare mannequin. The boy seemed lost in thought as he looked over the object.
"Lachlan, give me your honest opinion. If this was for Tomoko, would you prefer the more conservative and cute cotton panties or the more risqué G-string?" Chloe suddenly rounded the corner with two pieces of lingerie in her hands. "It's hard to get an objective opinion from Sei because she keeps changing personalities."
Lachlan chuckled as he looked away from the mannequin and towards the Designer. "Seriously? Can't say I'm really the one to ask. If, and that's a big if, I was to do that for Tomo, I'd go for the G-string. I know it'd get under her skin."
"Chloe, please, I'm telling you, Laris' ignorance of fashion means that whatever you pick will be something she'd like to see on you," Seikatsu explained as she crossed her arms.
The Designer smirked. "And a minute ago, you said I should wear my birthday suit. I suppose it cannot be helped. I'll just take both. Having multiple options is never a bad thing." She quirked a slender brow upon staring at the Journalist. "Well, don't you look spiffy? It doesn't even have stains like your old jacket did..."
"Give it time. I just need to break this bad boy in, after all. Wish I didn't have to give up my old one, though. Damn shame," Lachlan said as he straightened the coat. "Besides, those stains gave it character, showed that it had been with me as I did my work."
"I'm sure there are other ways to give this new one all sorts of character," Chloe mused with a mischievous grin. "Now, since we have you here, we're putting you to work. You're going to be our critic for a little while. Why don't you get comfortable while we go find a few more outfits?"
"Fine. It's not like I've got much else to do. And don't worry, I'll be sure to treat it with all the attention I'd give a headline story," Lachlan deadpanned. With a sigh, he followed the two girls deeper into the store. He spared one last glimpse over his shoulder at the mannequin. After a shake of his head, he jogged after them to catch up, while also mentally preparing himself for the long hours ahead of him.
1:17 P.M Day Twelve
Spookyland
Wax Museum
The wax museum was a sprawling structure that consisted of dozens of adjacent hallways connecting various exhibits, each one featuring various wax sculptures. In the back of the building rested a small factory where wax was poured and created. Ironically, the entire structure was lit by wax candles that cast eerie glows over the very life-like sculptures. Classical music filtered in through the speakers scattered throughout the building.
Tiana shifted uncomfortably as she peered between the rows of humanoid structures. "After being chased by a gator, I shouldn't be so easily unnerved. This is just so creepy, though. I guess it fits the theme of this horrible district."
"No doubt about that. If you'd like, we could go somewhere else," Haruto said while scratching his head.
"N-No!" Tiana steeled herself and took one of Haruto's hands into her own. "We agreed to do our part. We can't force this onto someone else," she said as she averted her gaze slightly. "...Besides, I'm not too worried because you're here with me, Haru."
"...That's very kind of you, Tia. Thank you." He put his free hand to his chest. "I should have been more clear, though. I never once thought of forcing this onto anyone."
The Dominatrix blushed slightly. "I-I sort of jumped the gun. Like with Shiho, I dove head-first without thinking everything through. Sometimes, I just get tunnel vision. I guess that's why I need someone to keep me on track," she said as she gently squeezed his hand. "Come on, there are plenty of other places I'd rather spend time with you, other than this place."
"Yeah... I would, too." He shoved his hand into his left pocket. "I actually have a place in mind," he said as calmly as he could.
Tiana's eyes widened marginally. She settled her gaze upon the boy's face. "D-Do you really mean that?"
He nodded and pulled put two tickets. "These are for a certain ride in Waterworld. I-I've been wanting to do more t-teenager things, so I thought I'd give that one a shot. W-would you like to join me?"
An uncharacteristic squeal escaped the blonde, who suddenly wrapped her arms around the boy and squeezed him tightly. "Oh my god, I would love to! I-I've been wanting to ask you since we first saw that place, but I-I didn't know if you felt the same way."
Haruto slowly put his arms around her, and then gave a bright smile containing a mix of relief and excitement. "For a while, I didn't know, either, but now I'm certain of it. Sorry you had to wait so long," he said with a weak chuckle.
Tiana blinked back tears as she felt her stomach doing small flips. "I-It's been worth the wait, Haru. The best things in life usually are." She hugged him as if she expected him to disappear. "Come on then, let's get this over with. I have to find a dress to wear."
"Y-y-yeah, let's do that! We'll be quick, but efficient," The boy's face had broken in a sweat, but he hid that detail by keeping his smile up. "Dammit," he thought to himself, "I didn't think about the clothes. I thought our normal wear was fine. I better speak to Chloe as soon as I can."
2:20 P.M Day Twelve
Spookyland
Graveyard
Laris lifted her chin to stare at the sign that hung above the graveyard. It simply read 'Pet Sematary'. Beyond the black gated fence rested what appeared to be a stereotypical spooky graveyard. Jack o'lanterns rested near the headstones, along with creepy statues. Most of the soil, however, seemed rather freshly-laid. "I see someone is a fan of Stephen King. Part of this district seems like a child's idea of horror, while another part is legitimately horrifying."
"Aye, it's pretty odd. There's a lot of graves here, too. Someone must've went overboard building this place," Kaizoku said while looking over the area.
"...I don't believe these are props either, Captain. Someone has been digging in those plots. Perhaps Saishikuma himself? ...It would explain the dirt on his robes," the Knight mused as she gently pushed the gate open.
Kaizoku nodded solemnly and followed Laris into the graveyard. "I get the impression we'll find out where our captors took the bodies of the others. Oh, hell... with how many there are here, it's probably enough to hold everyone from that damned coaster."
"I think you're right… There are so many of them, and most of these have the same death date. August 1st, 2020. So many lives ruined, and for no reason. It's absolutely disgusting!" the Knight seethed.
The Sailor stared down at the grave intently, inspecting the ones around him. "Of course, none of them have names... that'd be to easy..." he muttered mid-search.
Laris eyed him with a concerned look. "Captain, is there something eating at you? I mean... beyond this? You're shaking right now."
Kaizoku took a deep breath, but failed to calm his nerves. "Yeah, there's been something weighing on me. It's been building up for a while now, too."
"Captain… no, Kaizoku, you can get it off your shoulders if you want. I can't tell whatever it is, but it's causing you a lot of stress. Just talk to me," the Knight said in a compassionate tone as she rested a hand on his back.
Kaizoku sighed and then faced Laris. "I've tried to talk about it with a few of the others, but they've been quick to tell me that I shouldn't worry over it. At first I was confused. On the first night, my motive was a hostage. However, it was my mother's life that was on the line. I couldn't see why they thought I'd kill for her, especially once I found out Patrick and Sigmund had their sisters as hostages. I couldn't understand why Kasui wasn't mine, but then I thought about something. She's also an Ultimate..."
Laris paled at the implication. "The coaster was so large… You think she may have been with us from the very beginning?" It was less of a question and more of a statement. "As someone who's lost her most precious person in the world, I know what you must be feeling, so let's get your answer. Let's find one of those little cretins and make them talk!"
"Heh, thanks for understanding. I'm tired of being told to just hope for the best. I need more than that"
"'Some things are better left unknown'... Adults say that all the time. It would be better for Mr. Pig if he didn't learn he was about to be bacon... It doesn't change the fact that Mr. Pig is gonna die. Isn't it better not to tell him?" Saishikuma asked as he waddled into sight. His reaper's robe obscured most of his stitched face. He leaned against his scythe and gazed between the pair.
The Ultimate Knight scowled slightly. "We're in no mood for riddles, kid. Just spit it out. Do you know something or not?"
"You wouldn't be able to find anyone in this place, demon. We buried them, which is more than they really deserve," Saishikuma said in a monotone manner.
"If we can't find them by looking, we'll just skip that and ask you directly. Was Kaisui on the coaster?" The Sailor stared at the bear intently.
The hooded bear shifted slightly before scratching the back of his head with his scythe. "Kaisui? Uh… lot of demons were slain that day. Was that a brother of yours or something?"
"Sister!" Kaizoku shot back before sighing. "Obviously, you know about her, so quit wasting our time and just say it."
Laris rested a hand upon the pommel of her sword. "You'd best speak. I won't kill you, but I can still make your existence painful."
"Spoken like true demons," the bear said as he shook his head. "I'm not allowed to say anything on that matter. I would be punished by someone more scary than you both combined. If you want to find out, you can start digging on your own." After saying that, he slowly waddled towards the exit.
"I should have known better than to think they'd give me an easy answer. Even let him start to push my buttons. Heh, at this rate, I may just end up like Patrick and Sigmund," the Sailor muttered.
"...Captain. Give me the word and I will make him talk. I'll give you the peace of mind you deserve," Laris said in a cold manner. She began to unsheathe her blade as she still stared at the retreating bear.
Kaizoku walked up to the Knight and gently placed his hand on hers, halting the sword. "No, it's not worth it. Laris, have you been alright? After the trial, learning that you killed a kid was really weighing on you. Don't go adding anything else to it, alright?"
The Ultimate Knight shook slightly. Her grip tensed a moment before relaxing. The blade clinked back into its sheath. "I don't know how much longer I can do this, Zoku. I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a precipice, and sometimes I just want to jump."
"Believe me, I get that. You're not the only one whose hands got dirty in the chess game. I killed some innocent person who was put into a bear," Kaizoku said quietly as he looked over the burn wound on his hand. "You know, a little after I realized Sui could already be dead, I wondered something. What if that bear I cut down was her? I mean, I already killed my dad. Why not her, too…?"
"...Don't go there, Zoku. That's the last thing you should put yourself through," Laris said in a strained voice. "Though, I'm not entirely sure it would be an entirely bad thing. What kind of existence would it be? Living as an automaton... Compared to that, death is almost preferable."
"That's probably true, but I can't say it makes me feel any better. I think we've seen enough of this place. Let's just go." Kaizoku stepped away from the girl and looked from the exit back towards her. "And Laris, even with all this crap on my mind, I'll always be glad to lend you an ear. You don't have to stand at the edge alone, okay?"
A somber expression remained on the Knight's face, but she eventually nodded. "Thank you, Zoku. That means the world to me. It's good to know that, even in this wretched place, I still have precious people."
3:43 P.M Day Twelve
Spookyland
Pizzeria
The entire building was rather expansive. It was only a single floor, and yet it contained a kitchen, bathrooms, an employee section, an arcade area with a prize corner, and a dining area. In the dining area was a platform where a series of grotesque animatronics stood. The pizzeria had a gothic style to it, and Halloween music filled the space. The sound of arcade cabinets mingled with the eerie soundtrack, making it somewhat disjointed.
Tomoko sat with a bored expression at a large table in the dining area. "I really regret choosing to search here. This obnoxious soundtrack is giving me a headache..."
"Well, we can leave if you really want to," Dolly offered hesitantly. She then brought a straw to her lips and sipped the contents of her cup.
"No, it's already almost four. There's no sense in leaving at this point. Everyone else will be here in nearly an hour." The Shogi Player looked at Annabelle, who had a cap with bear ears on her head. "Was that truly the best prize you could afford?"
The small girl stuck her tongue before giggling. "The ears are so soft and fuzzy. Since I promised Tiana I wouldn't try to pet the real bears anymore, this is the next best thing!"
"Next time, you'll have to help Dolls. She sucks at everything, especially things requiring coordination," Becky said disdainfully.
Tomoko offered an indifferent shrug. "You both are more than welcome to kill time. Just stay away from any of the weapons at the prize counter. We have enough to worry about without one of you having a revolver."
"Nah. I've had enough of the games for right now. Plus, it takes forever to get enough tickets for anything in this place," Annabelle complained as she crossed her arms.
Dolly hugged Becky and nodded. "I've never been to an arcade before, but I think they're supposed to be like this. Well… minus all the music and those creepy bears," she murmured before shivering slightly.
"Well, so long as they don't attempt to shove us into suits, I think we'll be fine," Tomoko said with a dry chuckle before shaking her head. "I wonder if the others have had any luck? It just feels like we're not getting closer to any answers."
"It's not like these places are really guaranteed to actually give us any hints. Why would the people running this give us that?" Annabelle said with a shrug.
The Shogi Player frowned. "It's not that I expected something to be handed on a silver platter. Rather, I had hoped there would be some oversight we could exploit. I guess I should accept that there are no shortcuts in this game."
"Eh, don't get your panties in a wad. It's not over till the fat lady sings, and she's only humming right now." Becky snorted.
4:57 P.M Day Twelve
Spookyland
Haunted Mansion
The Ultimate Runner ignored the plastic skeleton that lunged out from the wall. Instead, she pressed her hand against a door, tracing her fingers over its surface. "These hallways, all these rooms, it's just like home. I-I know it sounds crazy, but I swear this whole place is just like where I grew up, brick-for-brick, minus the cheap jump scares."
"Whoa, for real? No wonder you're so fearless, babe. Even without the lame-ass scares, this place is definitely creepy." Naruhiko took the time to look around at the different warped portraits on the walls. "So why the fuck would these assholes go through the trouble of remaking your house?"
"I-I don't know, but every room is as I remember it. I could make every turn in this building without my sensors," the Runner said in shaky breath as she slowly turned the knob. She then entered what was clearly meant to be a girl's room. Several pairs of running shoes lay strewn about, and a picture sat on the end table near the bed. Without hesitation, she walked to the end table and touched the picture's frame. "N-Naruhiko? C-Can you tell me what you see?"
The Musician looked her shoulder at the picture. "It's two dudes with purple hair, like yours. There's a little girl and boy standing with them. Oh, and an actual butler standing off to the side. Wait, if this is your house, then is this your family?"
A sniff escaped the buxom girl. She pulled the frame up before hugging it against her chest. "...Yeah, back when my family was still somewhat normal. No, that's a lie, it's never been normal. I-I just don't know why someone would be so obsessed," Shiho trailed off.
Naruhiko wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "It's alright, Shi. These fuckwads are just trying to mess with us. I wouldn't put it past that shithead bear to have this place just to break your balls."
"You know I really don't have balls, Naru. Not unless you count these volleyballs on my torso," the girl joked in a mixture of a laugh and sob. "You know, I should feel happy to be where I grew up, but… this is the the worst place I've been in this park. Even including the sewer."
"Then let's ditch this place. It's almost time for the meeting, anyways. Besides, can't say I'm too interested in what that warning sign outside meant by, 'The house becomes much scarier at night.' Or that shitty drawing of a monster," Naruhiko muttered as he turned back towards the door.
Shiho offered a weak nod and then gently tugged on the boy's arm. "N-Naru?"
"Yeah, Shi?"
"Thank you," she said with a bright smile before leaning on her toes to kiss his cheek. "I-I was really nervous about the idea of sharing a room, but I realized just how lucky I am to have you both."
Naruhiko smirked as he wrapped an arm around the girl's waist. "Of course, babe. Me and Zoku wouldn't have it any other way. I know I'm glad to have you two with me. Now let's get out of here."
12 Survivors Remain
OMAKE
The camera turned on to reveal Soo Yeong, Churi, and Sigmund all sitting behind the desk. Churi's hair was pulled back into a ponytail while Soo Yeong's hair was pinned back, showing both of his eyes.
Sigmund had a pair of glasses perched on his nose. "Hello, everyone, I'm Churi," Churi greeted. She wrapped her arms around Soo's neck. "And this cutie is my boyfriend Soo Yeong." Soo's face turned a bright shade of red.
Sigmund chuckled before turning his attention to the camera. "I'm Sigmund Shiraishi."
"And this is the Post Game Talk Show," the trio introduced.
"So, since Soo and Sigmund recently died in 'Kuma-Kuma Land,' we decided to continue the tradition and have them here today," Churi stated.
"Have we been keeping up with that tradition?" Sigmund questioned.
"Sort of," Churi answered. "Any who, today, I will be conducting their interview." She leaned back in her seat and smiled at the two men. "So, Soo, how did you feel when you learned your character was going to die?"
Soo Yeong bit his lip. "I was shocked, I won't lie." He sighed, leaning against Churi. "It will be nice knowing I no longer have to worry about seeing one of my cast mates covered in blood, though."
"Yeah, you and Haruto were the reason we had to reshoot the scene where we found Otto," Sigmund chuckled.
Soo blushed brightly. "I wasn't that bad."
Churi bit her lip, smiling brightly. "Honestly, Hun, you were worse than Haru. He just screamed. You nearly passed out." Soo quickly hid his face in his hands. "Oh no, Soo, I'm sorry. Please don't be upset."
"I'm just embarrassed," Soo mumbled. "I'm not upset." Churi frowned, but nodded.
The pink-haired girl turned her attention to Sigmund. "So, Sigmund, same question but replace die with commit a murder."
"I thought it was kind of cool," Sigmund admitted. "I signed up for 'Legacy of Despair' so I could be a murderer. That sounds really bad out of context, doesn't it?" Churi nodded, giggling. "I just wanted to be a memorable character, and most of the characters I loved during 'A New Hope' were the murderers."
"I can understand that," Churi confessed. "I was hoping that me and Soo would survive, but it does give us a lot of free time to focus on our careers now."
Sigmund smiled. "I won't deny that I'm glad I'll be able to start training again. Plus, I can start wearing my glasses again full time."
"Soo no longer has to have emo bangs!" Churi cheered, earning a laugh from Sigmund and Soo Yeong. The girl let out an excited gasp. "Is that the giggling of my boyfriend I hear?"
Sigmund smirked before muttering, "Cute. Relationships might not be my thing, but cute."
Churi smiled brightly, wrapping Soo in a tight hug. "Aw, thank you, Sigmund." She glanced off-screen before sighing. "Darn it, we have to wrap it up."
"So soon?" Soo questioned, moving his hands back down to his sides.
"Well, it looks like this is the end of the Post Game Talk Show," Sigmund stated.
"Thank you all for watching us," Churi responded, waving at the camera.
The three all waved at the camera, smiling. "We'll see you all after the next episode."
*AN* I'd like to thank the betas as always for their work on this chapter. Also major shout-outs to Petty and Fee5H again for their assistance with this chapter.
Review Section:
The Kobold Necromancer
It's bear season and there's plenty of bears to be hunted pupupupu!
pokemansuperallstar
Yeah I really wanted to do another OT3, but it had to be with the right trio. These three just were perfect for it my mind, being that they're all bisexual and more than a little openminded.
doomqwer
Yeah gotta have some ramifications bud =)
bellatrixshine
That's wonderful to hear because I burn so easily hehehe!
NSPunny
Hahaha it's a tired trope, but it's popular for a reason. :P
BirblordAlmighty
It won't be too much longer till you find out ^-^
MudkipOfDespair
Hey it's cool, someone has to be a vanguard for despair!
StoryProducer214
There is trouble brewing for sure!
ThePLOThand
Yeah I don't have to censor anything by comparison :P
Fee5H
Oh my. You've really been paying close attention haven't you? At this point I can't really say anything one way or another xD