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Okay before I do the standard author notes, I just…have to show this. For some reason this isn't in the review list but I received an email notification and if people want to see the proof of this guest's comment I'll show it. The guests name Yu's Got Swag. So, already he's miffed my tender. The comment was posted on chapter one according to the email and I quote "i don't understan, are these OCs or something?" Just…I can't say if this is serious or a troll or simply deliberate ignorance, but either path, this statement is why the Megaten community is in a war-filled friction and why PQ, part of that blatant milk-fest of tired characters that are as redundant as Rocky films, will never have P1 and P2 characters. This and Katsura Hashino with his anime tropes, bland characters and "borrowed" premise of Diamond of Unbreakable, you know, without the awesome, will say he won't use Tadashi Satomi and Koji Okada works out of respect but he's completely alright with using Igor as a Philemon substitute, lampshading Philemon as a save point in 4, making vague cameos and references in P3, and of course using shadows from Innocent sin and Eternal Punishment. Oh but they're different! They have yellow eyes instead of red eyes! And they're used as cheap plot devices to fill the repetitions anime feel of 4, which ignores the main plot of a murder mystery, as opposed to simply telling us more about the characters and serving as a genuine obstacle for they themselves to overcome and building their relationship up that have already been established in the game. Also to get on with the other long winded stuff. I swear to god if the malevolent entity isn't revealed to be Nyarlathotep in Ultimax or Persona 5 has a single hint of the P4 cast on the property, the waifu-ist are bad enough in making this game not be set in a prison so we could officially confirm Hashino takes ideas from Jojo and call it a day, I couldn't even make a threat to the fact. It will only piss me off further that P3/P4 having consumed Atlus, turning them into a somewhat scummy company with their bullshit, day-one, on discs DLCs, and further serve to phase out the more mature, seasoned actual Shin Megami Tensei games. (How bout a new Devil Summoner or finish releasing Break Record for Christ sake Atlus or capitalize on that Devilizer trademark soon to confirm the brand new spin off. And Intelligent Systems, let's see some Fire Emblem x Shin Megami Tensei updates, please. Because I'm sure everyone is looking forward to the game that is Etrian Odyssey with Persona flavor, the shitty rhythm game, Blazblue/Guilty Gear persona rendition edition part deux, the remake of the anime based on the game based on the remake of the game, and the big 6th entry which the native speakers have to wait till Christmas the US until whenever they want in 2015 and Europe indefinitely, probably a perpetual limbo.)
That time again for the newest installment of this project. After that double bill, feature redux, whatever you'd like to refer to it as last time. I most likely took a recharging break, because I'm gonna be honest with you, the linearity of this story is killing me. It is physically draining at times to persevere through chapters. This one won't be as bad, but it will still be a problem I'm sure. I'm gonna want to shoot my own foot again when the epilogue rolls around, because I'm gonna have to provide the game's actual conclusion to coincide with all the personal epilogues that are designed to bookend the chapters of all these characters lives, because unfortunately the likely hood of me doing that Persona 2: Innocent Sin novelization are ridiculously low, like ninth circle of hell passed the core of the earth, all the way to Charon passed Pluto, low, but if you look at that purple prose differently you may say that's like really high. Not confirming or denying anything, but after this story is done I am doing something completely different than Persona that only hasn't been started because I WANT to finish this project like I promised.
You know, I can't describe the process of actually novelizing something. I was gonna save this for the epilogue, but…frankly I need to say this. The exact process of doing this is really, as I have already said draining. If you look at the reflection of my work, you probably wouldn't see it, but granted the circumstances I really can't say I could do better. For starters, this is neither my game nor my story the game is telling, as the copyright I am required to put on each chapter informs you, I own nothing. So, when you decide to novelize something, you need to understand that. You are shaping the work someone else has done into words and descriptions. These characters, the characters you are working with, utilizing, are not your own, they are someone else's creations. Normally, in a real world situation, if a person was tasked with novelizing a film, a game, etc, they have to legitimately respect the source material. They'll be paid to deliver a product that is accurate and enjoyable. For the record, this really is not a real world situation. I was never commissioned to do this, I did it on my own free will, for me, and for others I guess because it hadn't necessarily been a big thing done before. For authors in a real world situation, if they ever get tired of the linearity, of the forced situations, of seemingly trying to put up these characters in your own design, they could just say, "Well, when it's finished, I'll be satisfied that I've done my part and ultimately earned my revenue." I don't get to say that. I can't even fantasize about shit like that, because I can never be satisfied with my work, especially the stuff I've done for this story.
If you factor in the total word count, drop maybe a thousand, two thousand words, them being the before and after author notes, I have written a 200, 000 plus word beast, which can translate to almost 600 pages in certain formats, like just imagine that. I can't even say I could remove much, if I was to go trim fat, I'd probably have it grow, because the first four chapters are terrible thanks to my frugality. Then, there's the fact, and I say this not as blame or hostage taking, that not many people are interested. Yes, there are many of you who have enjoyed, reviewed, favorited my story, put it on alerts and as I said I truly appreciated that and you guys are always a contributing factor in pushing me through bouts of aggravation, but your praise, criticism, or appreciation cannot functionally enlighten me to have fun with this story anymore.
When I write, trust me a lot better stuff than what I've served here, in my own creations, my own imagination, I'm having fun, I'm not sparse in integrity. I'm making my own novel, I'm weaving my own mystery, I'm developing my own characters. I have control and freedom, love and care, true joy in the process. I could sit back with a coke, play some rock, and get down to business. When I sit down to write this story, finish this mess, and I say this part in jest, I honestly feel the need to pour myself a finger of scotch. I'm irritable, broody, and pretty much exhausted when I sit here to do these. No amount of guilt I feel can soothe the headache I get anymore. The cognitive dissonance I previously had…dead, stone cold killed. I'm sorry for being so up front, but I can't give a fuck anymore. I know that's a brusque statement, but it's the truth. That's all I have to say.
With that aside, welcome to Persona: Be Your True Mind Chapter Twenty Eight.
Chapter Twenty Eight: The Avidya World
In the hurried return to the façade of the Alaya Cavern, the group of nine, their leader refastened with a new lease on life forgoing his fallacious insecurities, travelled the streets of the Ideal World yet again. They barged through the doors of isolation attached to the pearly white St. Hermelin of Maki Sonomura's heart. Their excursion, however delivered them the knowledge of the crumbling Ideal World. A half of the false Mikage had fallen into a voided abyss. Only platitudes staved off the lassitude as the Persona Users hustled further. Apparently, the world had eaten the facsimile inhabitance of the devastated girl's simulacrum. They met no resistance to their cavalier advancement. The grounds of the high school were vacated. Suspiciously cleared, forebodingly exorcised. They climbed through the vanished presences; the collective auras hovering in the air, choking the skies of the simulated regurgitation.
The library did not seem as far away as it did a mere hour ago. The moment their hands reached the handle, they yanked the doors apart. The slab of stone as black as charred flesh, the gateway to Pandora, their final opponent in that journey of theirs, as proudly displayed as when they first were coursed into that alternative dimension, desires of a sickly, deranged individual taken form by science and magic. And standing on the engraved slots notched for the purpose of the dignified compact keys was a shocking pair.
"Chisato…Yosuke," Maki eyes expanded farther than a nebula. "I'm so glad to see you both safe and sound!"
Yosuke, still bandaged, and Chisato, now mole-less, were situated in the library. They had headed to home base once freed off the manacles of delusions and illusions known as the Harem Queen and her Karma Palace.
"Maki," Chisato's hands clasped her breasts. "Oh good, you're safe, too!"
"Hey Yosuke," Masao called, resting his axe and shotgun on his respective shoulders. "What happened here? There's no on around but you guys."
Yosuke balanced himself on his crutch, standing from his seat at the table. "I'm not sure. It was like this when we got back. The east side of town's vanished, too. I want to know what's going on just as much as you do!"
Kei rubbed his chin. "This must be the work of Pandora."
"Pandora," Chisato asked quizzically.
"I'm sorry…both of you." Maki apologized, holding Chisato's palms in her own. "I'm at fault for all of this. It's the real reason behind everything."
To cure the raised eyebrows of the truly oblivious, they reiterated the cliff-notes.
"So that's it." Yosuke grinned, sitting back whilst resting his cast on the wooden surface.
"I promise I'll return everyone to their original world. I know there's no forgiving me for what I did, but I'm really, really sorry. If you want to hit me Chisato, I'll understand. Go right ahead."
Chisato snickered momentarily at Maki's open cheeked offering. "You're such an idiot, Maki! You're just as thick as you always been!"
Yosuke was quick to counter Chisato's non-laudative tone. "Hey, Chisato, c'mon,"
"It's me who needs to apologize." Chisato grimaced. "You called me to this world because you thought of me as your best friend, right? And I…I betrayed YOU! You've got it backwards, Maki. It's me who needs your forgiveness."
"Chisato…" Maki suddenly latched her arms to her best girl friend for dear life. "Thanks! Thank you so much!"
"OH!" Chisato was startled.
Soon Maki released her.
Chisato fixed her best friend's tousled ribbon. "Now go on. We'll wait here so we don't get in your way. Once things settle down, let's all go the amusement park together! Sound good?"
"Yeah," Maki agreed, pumping her fist.
"An amusement park, huh?" Masao mused "Might be fun to act like a kid again for a day. Huh, Nao?"
"After we pay for everyone's all-you-can-eat at Joy Street, Mark." Naoya groaned.
"Ah, crap." Masao smacked his forehead. "I forgot about that bet."
"Baby, I'm gonna document you guys' glowering for my personal spot!" Brown gloated. "You both paying up beautifully, it'll just be…wait for it…legendary!"
Ayase giggled. "Like, I'm totally in the mood for the premium plate to boys. Don't, like, "skimp out." Right, Brown,"
Brown's gaping mouth nodded with his head until a thrust push from Yukino caused him to bite his tongue.
"You mean welch, and you," Yukino's fingers grabbed Brown's scalp. "Don't encourage ignorance!"
"OUCH! Okay, okay, okay!"
"What the hell is this all-you-can-eat bet, anyway?" Reiji asked like an inside joke had been flying straight over his horizon.
Masao joined the spree of the splashing laughter as he jostled Reiji's shoulder with his stern elbow. "Long story, started this whole fiasco, pal, when it was the initial seven of us. All you gotta know, when this is put to bed and Mikage's back to normal, join us at Joy Street. Me and Nao'll be paying for the buffet."
"Join you?" Reiji scowled briefly. "You sure you want an asshole like to me to mingle with."
"You are as intimately involved in these endeavors as we are, Kido." Kei said.
"You deserve as much R&R as we'll have." Yukino added.
Reiji scoffed. "Well, we'll see, Four Eyes. We haven't exactly won yet, have we?"
Yukino slapped him on the shoulder blade endearingly. "Look for a cherry red Subaru in your driveway after this. I'll let you ride shotgun to our celebration party."
Kei's eyes shot wide. "Yukino, you…drive an automobile?"
"In this era, we call em' cars, Nanjo," Masao quipped.
Kei was flustered as Yukino nodded. "I'll take you for a drive sometime. Hell, maybe, I'll pick you up on the road to Joy Street when this is done. Unfortunately my little ol' clunker ain't on par to a chauffeuring limousine."
Kei's blush receded. "I'd be delighted to ride with you. I shall treat is as a prestigious honor."
"Jesus," Reiji scoffed. "Hope, Four Eyes, won't be drooling with sappy shit like that in the backseat."
"Oh, so, you're taking the offer?" Yukino playfully jibed.
Now it was Reiji's turn to be flustered. His feet were tap dancing. He folded his arms. "No promises."
Naoya sighed amusingly. "Somethings will never change."
Eriko sniggered as she brought her lips close to his ear. "I'll be sure to order light, Brave Leader."
"Well, that is something to look forward to." He whispered in return.
"So let's hurry up and get this done, Nao!" Masao exclaimed.
Naoya nodded. "Maki, let's open the door."
"Will do," Maki cheered, breaking from her small chatter with Chisato.
Naoya, Masao, and Maki each took a place at the triangulated craters at the doorstep of the gate to Pandora's world, the world titled by the real Maki Sonomura as the Avidya World. Naoya slotted in the blue compact at the right point of the triangle. Masao smacked his green compact in left angle of the triangle. At the crown, Maki rested the third and final red compact in its properly etched place. The keys were set and now they were to be twisted.
"ERUSAER," Maki chanted commandingly. "TSYMMOM!"
The texture departed, sucked inward to another vapid corroder, rust colored, and corroded. The beckoning gesture of this Avidya World was surely intended to be a disquiet roll, but instead the blazing souls were fed further sustenance. Their final challenge awaited them and the carpet's decorations did not worry them.
"Alright, let's go, guys!" Naoya charged.
"Be careful." Chisato said.
"Just keep hanging in there. I can't do much, but I'll be rooting for you guys!" Yosuke cheered.
"The final battle," Naoya said. "in the Avidya World."
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"Avidya," Eriko pondered. "It is a concept in Hinduism and Buddhism. It is a Sanskrit word which can translate to ignorance or delusion. In the religions Dharma and Karma scoring, Avidya is a considered as a struggle against a certain mental stricture all of us as people have to overcome. Avidya is in line with a fellow Indian cultural term. The Sanskrit word Klesha which is used in their philosophy and yoga. Kleshas are literally poisons. There are noted to be five specific Kleshas: ignorance, ego, attachment, aversion, and Thanatophobia."
"Rather prosaic." Kei commented. "The worst qualities of Maki Sonomura quarantined in this dreadful corner of her paradise."
Masao frowned, his lips tightening. "Damn it."
He was sore and sour. The disconcerting, indistinct fleshly prints and patterns on the walls and floors were not his incumbrance. The shapes of spinal cords, umbilical like structures, skulls, humanly concepts beneath tanned leather like a glamorized hell pit did not sink his soul. The idea, the fact the horrid place was the embodiment of Maki's pain, her poisons, her hurdles she was unable to overcome, was what drove the chisels at heart, carving it crudely.
"This place is too spooky for me." Brown mumbled. His former instinct would be to run and abandon, but his new mind granted him the doggedness to see his path through this nightmare.
"Like, these walls are wet." Ayase was positively green at the vicious condensation. "This is—totally—disgusting."
"Reminds me of something," Yukino said, gawking at the pinkish blends of flesh. "It be awkward to say what."
"There's the end to this tunnel, Punk." Reiji pointed to the illuminated alcove. "I'm ready to throw down. These mazes only kick me in to gear to kick some ass."
Naoya stopped, his MP5 hanging around his chest, his katana sheathed in its scabbard.
"Nao-kun," Maki said, at his halt.
"Nao," Masao added.
"Todo,"
"N.T.," Brown asked.
"Brave Leader,"
"Naoya," Yukino asked concerned.
"Like, what?"
"Punk,"
"Here we are." He said quietly. "After a few minutes in this "world" I feel like everything was building to this moment, like we were meant to do this all along with stopping Kandori. This, the Avidya World, Nicolai's research, and Kandori's rise, all of these things were bent by the will of the Crawling Chaos. Pandora was simply an unforeseen ulterior, but we were there, weren't we? We are here, aren't we? Maybe, the whole reason we were given these abilities, us specifically, was not random chance in the string of events like Philemon insisted. Maybe we were entrusted by fate to do this, to save Maki."
Silence was his choir.
"It's crazy to say. It's crazy to believe. I don't know if I really do either. I do know one thing though: we came here to save our friend Maki Sonomura. And I do believe, with you guys by my side, WE CAN save Maki Sonomura."
"Doubtless, eh," Kei commented. "Your stroll in the Alaya Cavern has awakened something within you, Todo. Either way, I'm prepared to fight until my blood stains this malignant dominion."
"This is unlike you, Naoya." Yukino said. "You are even more different than your usual self. Less uncertain, I guess. Whatever, I'm ready to show this Pandora my boot."
"Let's say this, N.T. I came here to do two things. (A/N)" Brown said dismissing Naoya's claim. "Crack jokes and save damsels, and I'm all out of jokes."
"Totally skip me, please." Ayase begged. "I'm, like, lost on words. Can't we, like, go already?"
"I've said my piece, Punk." Reiji stated. "I'll beat this Pandora, bring up Sonomura, or die trying."
"I'll do my best." Eriko asserted. "I'll be as supportive as possible. I'm certain we will be triumphant."
"I'm with, Eriko-chan, Nao-kun!" Maki added. "We can save me! I know we can, especially when you and Masao-kun are fighting for my sake!"
Masao brought his open hand to Naoya's. They high-fived and clutched each other's palm. "Let's do this, Nao. Now, or never, fate or not, we'll save her. We'll save the world, Maki comes first."
Naoya agreed. "Everything concludes here. Let's end this dream!"
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(A/N) The sight they saw of Pandora was a mortifying tremor. It appeared pleasant, Maki's rosy cheeked head, her short-cut brunette locks nicely framing her face, but the emanating light revealed the shrouded monstrosity. Flourishing behind in the wallowing darkness where pale hands with five fingers. Six arms bent and folded, relishing in a fashion of ecstasy paraded about in a rancorous hole of depth perception. The feet, caked with dirt, bare footed, hips spread indecently apart. Six curled legs overlapping one another tirelessly, pulling their curtain farther. It was then, they could decipher the pigment. They perceived the cadaver-colored flesh, drained no less the interior wallpaper of the previous corridors. The skin was dead, mutated, yet still pressing onward in muscle tension and reflex. The cavorting limbs, lifted free a torso as gray and decomposed with a pair of naked breasts deprived of their succulent feeders, heaving in sighs as the neck cracked and creaked, the skin creasing and folding as fanged teeth punctured a licking tongue passed scarlet chapped lips, and the only eyes were the cheeks of infantile buttocks, the only ears, the dangling legs, calves faces outwards towards the cone of nonvision, and only hair, the remaining petulant arms gripping the elongated neck. Sinewy, and jutting with spinal vertebrae, it was an ungodly abomination, but the worst had yet to produce itself. Maki's piked head was riveting, oscillating. The cudgel it was attached to was a phallic effigy aligned with dripping gashes of sexual lips. As the erected obelisk extended from the pelvis of Pandora, it showed its organ as a color, engorged red, imperious and public.
"SHHHHRRRRR!" An animal growl, indistinct, and inhumane funneled passed the fanged mouth.
"This is…Pandora, the final me!" Maki announced.
"That is the core of the DEVA System behind it!" Kei aimed his index finger at the cocoon messed radiating an intermittent blue flash. The cylinder was guarded by the monster known as Pandora and it met her twenty foot tall size.
Pandora's Maki head began to speak, in a voice of a shallow tone, barely whistling from the inflamed throat. "It was inevitable, I suppose, that you'd make it here…SSSHRRRRR!"
Her voice was uncaring, uninvolved, merely providing commentary on obversation while lashing its phallus underbelling as the fanged mouth echoed the sentiments. "This is the Gate to Paradise…and I won't….SSSHHHRRRRR….give it up."
The two mouths were timely howling. Reasoning repose to savage content and human understanding to animalistic snarling was Pandora's composition as the fracture of Maki Sonomura's nihilism imprisoned in a sanctuary of delusion. "I'll use it to create my true mind's paradise….a place where nothing exists."
"No, the DEVA System is not a "Gate to Paradise" at all!" Maki bellowed.
"It is akin to a Pandora's Box." Eriko explained. "It will bring evil to the world."
"Evil," Brown interjected. "It'll kill EVERYTHING, man!"
"If Pandora succeeds in using the DEVA System's key component for the dimensional variable acceleration function…" Kei paused.
Yukino gulped. "Everything will become nothing!"
Reiji scowled. "The Airhead's nihilism will have consumed reality."
"Like, what? Where'd that come from?" Ayase complained.
"We'll stop her then!" Masao exclaimed, brandishing his hatchet.
"FSSSHHRRR!" Both stretched necks whipped in frustration, then Maki's head calmly addressed her audience. "Everything is useless…utterly useless. You…me…useless,"
"You're wrong!" Maki yelled. "There is meaning to—"
"These things…before me, I do not need!" Now, the Maki head was angry, relentless is her dynamics. "Now begone from me! FSSSSSHHHHRRAAAAA!"
The animal and the human had combined intentions. They shouted in unison, their twelve limbs straining to move themselves for a harrowing attack.
"Battle stations, everyone!" Naoya ordered. "Fight till your last breath for everything's sake!"
"RWAAA!" The beast mouth retorted. "Let us die TOGETHERRR!" Maki's head demanded.
"Alright, Mark, Reiji, we're going to—"
"NAO-KUN," Maki threw her hand up high. "I can do this! It's my time to flaunt my Ultimate Persona!"
"Go for it, Maki!" Masao cheered.
"Show them, like, what you got, girl!" Ayase brokenly encouraged.
A velvet mist was expanding from Maki's body. "Help me!"
The freed goddess Persona materialized above Maki, her fingers entwined as she angled them towards the sky.
"VERDANDI! Freeze to the bone!" Maki and Verdandi swung down their arms simultaneously, winding their wrists one hundred eighty degrees.
Maki's ribbon was struggling to maintain its knot. Her eyes were steeled, her expression a sadden line as she gazed at herself, a creature epitomizing the ugliness of Maki Sonomura. "PLEASE, FREE HER! ABSOLUTE ZERO!"
The vapor in the air surrounding Pandora was charged, a frozen wave of energy engulfed her entirely. Each limb was encased. The glassy ice enveloped every inch, perfectly molded to fit. Then, a surge of frost amplified the cascading blizzard of rain, snow, sleet, hail, and icicles blowing directly through the intended target of nihilism. The chill breached the coating of ice, snow was piling. The ice was thinning to a skin-tight packaging. The snow built and raveled itself like silk and shawls, enveloping the immobilized Pandora. The winds ripped faster, the twirling blizzard constricting. The atrophying flesh was bitten, torn, and blue as the smother mound and corpus of elemental rage painfully fizzled. Pandora was left a heap of dry ice, agonizingly perforated from underneath her dead internals. She was shivering, her six arms desperately rubbing her beastly half, her legs swiftly swaddling her shrinking phallus, warming it with the fat of their calves. The ice protruded, slicing from within as grating lances.
"She's down!" Masao exclaimed.
"I've been waiting for this!" Reiji yelled, charging at the suffering Pandora with his fist raised.
"Now's our chance, Nao-kun!"
"Yes, Brave Leader!"
"For an all-out attack," Kei redoubled as he hefted his broadsword.
"Let's decimate her!" Yukino shouted, launching her razor blades.
The objects spun at a fierce velocity, hitting their mark perfectly. They shaved away the blood burst fingers. Kei's bulky stroke utilizing gravity as his reliable ally, cleaved the right set of legs from the hip. Reiji's right haymaker shattered Pandora's first kneecap on the left, letting her first leg lazily become powder. His following up left hook pried off her second leg, smashing it to pieces on the adjacent wall. He brought his leg at a vertical line and slammed his powerful axe kick through her third leg, the shards of frost merely dirtying his pant.
The gimped hands fecklessly attempted to guard the shaft retracting into the womb of Pandora.
"Denied," Brown's lacquered spear severed two left shoulders from the joint. "Five star service complements of my Rider Spear!"
"HIYAH!" Ayase's tense horizontal whip lash, splayed the last remaining left arm and the bottom right.
"And my partner's deluxe Rider Whiplash!"
"Get serious!" Masao chided, hopping on to Pandora's chest, priming his axe for a mighty chop. "Nothing beats the Rider Kick!"
"Heh," Naoya replied, slicing the middle right arm from grabbing Masao.
Eriko stabbed with her rapier passed the length of the remaining arm feebly trying to grab at the priming Masao. "With that, we've nearly won, Brave Leader!"
"Mark, drop the hammer!" Naoya signaled.
"You got it, Nao!" Masao violently chopped downward at the evading neck of the beastly portion of Pandora. He tempestuously beheaded the iced monster with impetuous Herculean strength, the snowy powder remnants briskly dusting him.
"YOU ARE USELESS! WE WILL ALL DIE HERE!" The phallic stature with Maki's head reared at herself standing far back.
The Ideal Maki Sonomura was pulling her bow string to her mole.
"Good bye…" She remorsefully apologized as she let her last arrow fly. And the last arrow soared directly between Pandora's eyes.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
The nihilistic manifestation was thunder-strucked, displaying utter astonishment as the arrow burrowed itself in its flaccid "body." It retracted, deflated, and ultimately crawled inward towards the birthing canal. The icy petrified Pandora collapsing from the exertion of tucking.
The Persona Users were gathered at the entrance again, marveling the seconds for the moment. Their victory had come quick and the DEVA System was theirs to manage.
"Damn, man, that was easy!" Masao hooted, getting ready to do his second jig of the day.
"Mark, hold on." Naoya solemnly instructed, hearing the faint sounds of rustling.
"Huh?" Masao questioned, oblivious to the slightest ping.
Reiji growled."Pay attention, Inaba!" He pointed to Pandora's deceased husk.
"Is this representation of Maki Sonomura's psyche…undergoing metamorphosis?" Kei asked aloud, startled.
"What the fuck?" Yukino swore.
"Like, uh…uh…uh…" Ayase was struggling to find the correct words.
Brown completed her thought, revolted at the sight he was describing. "Juxtaposition much,"
"It's beautiful…" Maki admired.
A sweet, girlish voice matching Maki's was heard. "Why don't you give up? Please…for your sakes…give up. Please..."
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A/N: Well, They Live is like one of my favorite movies of all time. That quote is one of the most recognizable of all time. Brown's a clown and huckster. Yeah, why not have him say a modified quote from They Live. You are somewhat better off looking at the actual in game portrait of Pandora. My description is fairly accurate, but you really need to see the matured image of Pandora to grasp what I mean by abomination. Frankly, it is somewhat awkward to write about this and I was somewhat unnerved and anxious about doing this because I found it to be an almost ineffable description. I mean, the reason this story is rated M is mostly because of Pandora. It literally is a penis, with several vaginas on it, and Maki's head as the bellend. A baby's ass and legs are attached to the beastly face. The penis is coming forth from the birthing canal. I've heard some people say the actual structure is meant to be an inside-out uterus, but it still has clear vaginas on it. Doesn't matter, all that matters are it's a pretty sexualized, gruesome, borderline-pretentious first form of the true final boss.
I suppose I should explain my outburst at the top, but then I realized its pretty self explanatory and I'd just feel like I'd be backpedaling on my honest feelings. The last thing I want to be is fake so it's staying there. Also, take note, please that note the introduction was written months ago, at the end of summer. The catharsis unfortunately put me in the state of depression where I said fuck my promise again, college bearing down on me like a trial of snipers really didn't help my time management or procrastination either. Now that the vacation giving holidays are close by, alongside year end, I want to put this to bed once and for all. I cannot bare to leave this story dangling officially for three years. That would aggravate me even more while I'm trying to work on my other fics. Basically, three chapters left. This short one is complete. The other is pretty short likewise and the epilogue/final chapter is and will be however long I deem it to be, but Chapter 29 and 30 will be going up on the same day, one after the other. So, just give me some time, the last request I'll make for this story, and we will definitely be done before Christmas, and that is the last promise I will make for this story.
Either way I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Persona: Be Your True Mind and I'll see you next time for Chapter 29: Pandora.