AUTHORS NOTE:Shout out to everyone who has kept reading this far! What do you think of my story?
Is it a trainwreck that you want to leave but want to see if it gets worse?
Or are you actually enjoying what I'm writing? I'd love to hear what you think, even if it's mostly negative!
"Homura Akemi, your wish has already been granted and Madoka Kaname has returned to you. You can no longer reset time." The voice came from the pile of smouldering colourless salsa that oozed over the feet of the dark haired magical girl. "Further violence is ineffectual, why humans continue to struggle in the face of a lost cause is beyond our comprehension as Incubators."
Homura spat on the gooey mess that almost reminded her of that bight with Madoka and she fired another round of lead cased death into Kyubey's mangled corpse. "Ghosts." Said the otherworldly creature as it leapt down from the nearest ledge.
"What about them." Homura did not want to spend a moment longer with the mephistophelean space kitten.
"When a magical girl dies with regrets she wanders until she can solve them." The incubator sat with the same emotionless expression as always, "This currently seems to be a more effective way of delaying entropy than witches or demons since a vast quantity of emotional energy is created when magical girls fight something recognisably human."
"Really?" Said Homura, ready to drop some ICBMs on Kyubey.
"Your "friend" Sayaka Miki should be returning soon as a field trial for the Ghost System." Announced Kyubey.
Homura fled to her home thinking of what she considered Madoka's safety.
It would be wrong to describe Homura's place as an apartment when basically every surface that wasn't used for cooking, bomb making and battle plans was covered in Madoka related paraphernalia ranging from innocent things like photographs of her and her endearingly childish drawings to the kind of things only the most disgustingly perverted of stalkers would collect. Rummaging in the great filing cabinet Homura found the folder documenting Sayaka Miki and Oktavia von Seckendorff to try and figure out how to win, because they would only have one attempt that at stopping the incubator's vile schemes from now on.
Swords, lots of swords. Wheels too. Homura pictured the many time that she witnessed Madoka's untimely demise at the hands of her former best friend. Convulsing in despair Homura cried herself to sleep holding her Madoka pillow imagining the horrors that could befall her eternal crush.