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Entry 21: This is terrible
We all escaped the Barrier, Yuri holding Sabrina's GS. We were shocked. Asuna, Miko and Sayo started to cry quietly. Stella stared in front of her. I cried too, being comforted by Yukio. Sherrie gritted her teeth as she saw Kyubey.
"YOU!" She picked him up, holding the fur on his chest. "You set us up, you little piece of shit!"
'Why are you so upset?' asked Kyubey calmly. He still had that sigma smile.
"Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you warn us that something like that might happen?!" Sherrie yelled at him, slamming him at the wall.
'You didn't ask.' Kyubey replied. Sherrie sighed and let him down.
"We'll all become Witches..." Asuna shuddered and countined in a dark voice. "We'll all meet the same fate as Yumi did. We can't escape our destiny..."
"Shad up, please!" Miku cried.
"We'll become Witches... The question is, who's the next in line..." said Asuna.
"I don't want become a Witch!" Sayo cried. "I'd rather die then become a Witch!"
"Sayo, please..." Stella tried to comfort her.
Suddenly, a sai flew, and hit Kyubey, apperantly killing him. We all turned to Yuri.
"Yuri-san!" I said, looking at her.
"He won't make contracts anymore." she replied coldly.
Suddenly, from the darkness appeared an another Kyubey. To our shock, he ate the body of the previous and somewhat replaced him.
"I can't bear this anymore!" Miku cried out. Yuri frowned.
"If I ever become a Witch, use my Grief Seed." she said, and left.
Leater, at my apartment, I was in Yukio's arms.
"This is terrible. Not only I'm a zombie, but I'll become a Witch too. And Yumi's dead because of a stupid wish." I said. "And all the other Witches we fought, they were girls too. We were fighting against each other."
"At least, you know why the Witches had messanges written on their barriers." said Yukio. I nodded. "For them, it's too late. You can still try to live on."
I knew he was right. Yet, I again cried.
Sherrie was in rage mode. Kyubey tricked her and the other Puella Magis. She tightly gripped her Soul Gem. She knew she mustn't fall into dispair, either she'll become a Witch too. And then, she's done.
She needed a Grief Seed.
Her Soul Gem shined, giving off a signal.
"An another girl gave her life up." she muttered under her breath and followed the signal. She was lucky Akari City was a rich teritorry.
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The Barrier she entered belonged to a Witch called Roberta: The birdcage witch. Her nature is rage. She continuously stamps her feet inside her cage, directing her rage at those who do not respond to her. This witch is extremely fond of alcohol, and her minions are also easy to burn.
Sherrie noticed dolls around the Barrier and a note. It stood: I wish for friends. Friends who won't dislike me.
"Well, you made a mistake by making a wish." Sherrie muttered.
She then found an another note. It stood: A witch who lived for a long time as a magical girl. She is weak, as she was no longer a girl when she became a witch (mid-20s to 30s?). The form she takes in her barrier is how she would've turned out in the future (around 40s). What she desires is life. Enjoys alcohol and books.
"Well, if she's weak, then it's better for me." said Sherrie and countined. Finnaly, she entered the Witch's lair.
The Witch was inside a birdcage and her look was reduced to a pair of garter-clad legs and lingerie. She stomped, enraged.
"I know how you feel. Soon, the pain will be gone." Sherrie smiled sickly.
Around the Witch were Familiars who looked like birds.
'They were Gotz: The birdcage witch's minion. His duty is to act with frivolous indiscretion. These birds that swarm together are idiotic men. Even though they are total good-for-nothings, they try to attract her attention by swarming around her feet and attempting to woo her. They are nothing more than objects of disgust to the witch.'
Sherrie took her swords and crossed them. She fired a strong orange beam, which hit the cage. It fell, spilling a circular rain of blood and then exploded.
Sherrie picked up the Grief Seed, with her sick smile not leaving her face.
