Heads up, mentions and depictions of suicide ahoy this chapter.


I take a bite into a chicken nugget dipped in barbecue sauce. It tastes like…well, chicken. School chicken.

I was kinda hoping I'd get more bang for my buck when I chose this over the grilled cheese, but I'd put them at around the same level enjoyment-wise.

Putting my trait of mediocrity aside, everyone else is grouped together with their friends, eating out of their bentos or lunch trays, and just talking about their day.

This one kid to my left's eating Popeyes chicken wings. Fucking Popeyes, box and everything. God what I'd do to be him right now…

…But, already knew that. The Popeyes kid, I mean. I didn't even need to look up from my food to know he was having Popeyes 'cause I know he ate it last time.

Same thing goes for the crowd of girls at the front of the room. I could look, sure, but I already know what's gonna be there. They're all bothering the transfer student and asking her questions. They did so last time, and they're doing it again.

The only thing remotely different in this room is me. Or rather, what I'm eating. Before I traveled back in time from the fucking Sanzu of all places- I'm still barely processing that, by the way- I picked out this crappy grilled cheese for paid school lunch. I immediately regretted it, 'cause the cheese tasted like battery acid.

I take another bite into a barbecue-slathered nugget. Am I…breaking something by doing this? Is this chicken nugget gonna cause the space time continuum to implode?!

I hope not! But like, it'd be a little funny if it did, in a morbid kinda way! That would certainly be one of the ways for the universe to go out…

"Death by chicken nugget time anomaly…" I quietly test the idea on my mouth. It's as terrible as it sounded in my head.

Right! Let's uh, let's talk about what I've noticed this time around! That Transfer student is a little funny! The weird kind of funny.

I'm not talking about how she's excelled at literally every subject, phys-ed included. Anyone can do that if they just put enough time into it. What I'm referring to is her weird obsession with this one pink-haired girl, Ma…uh…

I~ don't know her name. B- but I'm pretty sure it starts with a "Ma,"

So yeah, I only noticed this when I- uhp, it's happening right now!

Ma-something- I'll just call her Ma- is discreetly looking at Akemi from her desk.

Less people are hovering over the transfer student now, but she's still got two girls trying to talk to her. Her head's turned to one of them, so I can get a look at the bored expression on her face.

Her eyes lock onto Ma all of a sudden, as if she knew she was being stared at.

A quiet squeak leaves Ma's lips as she jumps in her seat and whips her head to the side.

I put a hand over my mouth. "Pfft-!" The whole scene is just so fascinating. Those two have been at this for the whole day, they're like clockwork!

Mind you, none of this has any bearing on my current predicament, and I'll probably never learn the history between those two. S'funny though, watching their back and forth!

…But, I could've sworn Akemi looked at me too. But I only thought she did the first time around. Today I made sure to pay extra close attention, and she didn't so much as make eye contact with me, so it was probably all in my head.

I bite into another nugget and- yeah, no, I can't eat any more of this. Unseasoned chicken is the fucking worse.

I get out of my seat, tray in hand, and start making my way to the trash can at the front of the room. Once there, I start sliding the food into its bagged interior.

Goodbye dead chickens. Your deaths were in total vain. But, so was the yen in my school account I used to buy you, so take solace in the fact that you didn't suffer alone…!

Still though, 650 yen. I could buy two whole kit bars for 650 yen and that would've been an infinitely more fulfilling experience!

I dump the rest of the tray into the garbage, and spit into it for good measure. That was debatably the worst waste of money in my life. If I get home-…

When, I get home…

When I get home, Imma ask my parents if they can pull some yen out of my school account and give it back to me in cash. I'll probably start with dad, he's a lot more chill about these sorts of things.

With that poor excuse for sustenance successfully disposed of, I turn around and…

…Akemi, sitting at her desk, is staring dead straight at me.

My body freezes mid-turn, and my eyes lock onto hers. Fucking-…I was right! She does want something from me!

The stare down continues, and from the corner of my eyes I can see curious looks being drawn to us. What's she looking for? I- is she trying to tell me something? Wait, no, that'd be stupid. If she had something to say then she'd probably just talk to me like a normal person.

But…maybe she doesn't want anything from me at all? Or at least, she does want something, but it's nothing bad.

Ok, so hear me out here! What if she's, like, socially awkward? W- What if she has a crippling self doubt that stops her from taking the first step in social interactions!

N- not that I'd know anything about how that feels, obviously! Ha. Haha! But I could…comprehend the sentiment.

Plus, it'd kinda make sense, wouldn't it? The back and forth she and Ma have…I dunno, they just seem to have a lot of pent up something going on between them. Like both sides wanna say something, but they're being stopped by…well, something.

Ok, putting that whole thing between them aside, maybe she just wants to have a normal, civil conversation with me! And hey! I could try to at least say hi. She doesn't have an opinion of me yet, so my lack of social-fu should be a non-factor!

I take a deep breath and walk over to her desk. "…Heeeeey." I start nervously pulling at my pants because wow! It's uh, it's been a while since I initiated conversation like this! "My name's Myodo Okimoto. C- can I help you with anything?"

She hasn't broken eye contact. "I was just observing you spit into that trash can." O- oh.

Akemi keeps going. "If you can help it, please refrain from doing that. It's vulgar, and disgusting to do in public."

"Y- yeah..." Oh my fucking goooooo-! "Thanks for uh, l- letting me know." Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-!

I move past Akemi's seat, and will my feet to take me back to my desk, but the distance from me to it feels so fucking large. I- is the classroom stretching? It feels like my desk is getting farther…!

My eyes wander as I make the impossibly long trek. People are looking at me, talking about me, giggling at me.

I start to pull on my pants harder. The pressure hurts my skin.

Right when I feel like my feet will collapse I finally reach my desk, plop myself down on the seat, begin to put my head dow- wait, shit. I don't want people to think I'm crying, so I just…sit up straight.

I do my best to keep a blank expression, but I can tell I'm doing a shit job.


Wanna know my favorite thing about time? It always moves.

No matter how much of a shit or embarrassing situation I might be in, I'll always move past it at some point. Or die trying, I guess.

In part thanks to the core machinations of the universe, school's ended, I'm out of that god-forsaken classroom, and back outside the mall. I'm not here to shop though.

Oh god do I wish that was the reason.

I'm here 30 minutes earlier than I was last time. I did think about taking a detour downtown, if only to reunite with Shiro, but ultimately decided against it. It just…wouldn't be worth it, I think.

Inside that car park is a man, and I dunno when, I dunno by who, but he ends up getting stabbed in the chest.

However, what I do know is that at some point some freaky magic bullshit happens, and he'll be murdered by…fuckin I dunno, what'd I call them? Yoshi Fuzzies? Y- yeah. Those things.

No matter what happens he's gonna die. And the only person who knows this is me. No one else. Just me.

And I sure as hell won't be able to sleep at night if I get home and see on the news that some poor guy was found decapitated near the mall by "unknown means."

Fuck that.

I'm standing right in front of the car park. Despite the sun being high in the sky, its entrance is this gaping maw of darkness, ready to swallow whole unsuspecting victims.

It's uh, kinda intimidating. But factually speaking I've seen way scarier. I should be fine. I got this.

I take out my phone, turn on its flashlight, and take a step into the shadows.

The light of day disappears behind me, and-


Nope nope nope nope nope!

I'm outside again, and walking at a brisk-as-all-fuck pace away from the car park!

Am I pussying out? Fuck yes I am!

I'm still just outside the mall, and surrounded by would-be shoppers just kinda going about their day, so what little self respect I have left is forcing me into a whisper. "-fuck was I thinking? The fuck was I thinking, I can't go in there! I'll fucking die!"

W- what was I expecting myself to do? Drag a fully grown man out of his car? Hell no, I'm 14! I can't do shit! A- and even if I did somehow manage all that, I'd still end up in whatever the fuck that place is and get turned to paper mache!

I just-…oh, what was I thinking? I can't go back there! I don't wanna die again…!

I find a wall to prop my back against, let myself slide down to the ground, and tuck my head into my knees.

So…that's it? He just dies 'cause I was too scared to do anything?

…Fuck.

…Mom always said that failures are something to cherish. To take to heart and remember for the future. But right now I just feel like a loser.

"Ahhh…" I start scratching at the back of my neck. I feel itchy all of a sudden.

My eyelids feel heavy. I don't feel sleepy, per say, but…my brain. It feels so…slow.

My legs move on their own. They lift me up off the ground and move me toward the street.

"I don't-…" My mouth moves faster than my brain. "I'm such a loser…a fucking loser." I didn't…I didn't mean to blurt that out. But like, it's true, isn't it? Is it?

Fuck. My head feels like alphabet soup.

My vision's as blurry as my thoughts, but I couldn't care less. As if possessed, I continue walking onward.

The sound of something screams in my right ear, and I lurch forward-


My eyes snap open. An orange sky above and endless ocean below fill my vision. Oh for-…

"Why the fuck am I back here?!" I explicitly ran away from the danger this time!

"You died." Oh, cool. It's this guy.

Behind me, at the tail-end of the boat, Mr. and or Ms. Shini-grim-gami-reaper themself has their wooden stick in the water. They're doing their usual thing of pushing the boat toward its non-existent destination.

And being a mysterious asshole, apparently.

"Ok, thanks." I communicate my gratitude! "How did I die…?"

Their hood's still facing the water. "I'm not obligated to tell you that." Yeah, and I'm not obligated to bite your ankles, but I really wanna right now…!

"But." He interrupted me before I could fire back a retort. "I'll tell you anyway." Wait, really?

Leaving his stick propped against the boat, he turns to me and stands at full height. "Your death was ruled by human authorities as a suicide."

…What.

"Yep." The death god nodded. "You walked straight into the road and jumped in front of a moving car. You undoubtedly killed yourself."

"Buh-…" The fuck? When did- no, that couldn't have happened! I mean, I was bummed out at the time, yeah, but that shouldn't have led me to offing myself! The fuck…?!

…But, when I think back to that moment, and I mean really think back, I can't remember shit. I can only piece together vague emotions, most of which being of the depressive kind, but specific ideas or motives I may have had at the time? Total blank.

Wait, shit, that's right! I never got to ask him about literally everything else! "Hey, put a pin in that for a sec! Can you tell me about the fucked-up place that got me killed the first time?!"

"Hm?" They tilt their head. "Well, I wouldn't call a car park fucked-up, personally."

Holy shit this guy…! "You know exactly what I mean. The weird alternate dimension, the kill-hungry mustachioed cotton balls…!"

There was something else, wasn't there? Wait, yeah. "That girl." Still dunno what her deal was. Well- I don't know about anything at the moment, but she stuck out to me especially.

She was "too late to save me." Like…what? Fuck was she supposed to do? Well, I say that, but the answer is explosives apparently, cause I'm pretty sure she's the one who nuked the fuzzies!

The darkness of the shinigami's hood seems endless as they face me. S'kinda freaky, looking at it from here. Between the sky and the water-bound lanterns, there's plenty of light here, but none of it's reaching their face.

Suddenly, they turn around, pick back up their rowing stick, and continue their task of moving the boat. "I understand your turmoil. Humans should only die once. Yet here you are, on your second voyage through the sanzu, with not a single answer to your questions of why."

"Three. I will allow three answers to three queries. No more, and no less. And I retain the right to give and withhold information at my own leisure. Regardless, the amount of answers and queries available to you will not change." Oh, so if I ask a question and you can't answer it, that counts as an "answer and query?" That's cool.

"Be quick about this, will you? She's about to jump through time again, and our own time together will end."

…Yeah. Yeah, uh, that's a pretty solid place to start, actually! "W- who's she?"

"That's classified." Fuck, it wasn't!

Shit, uh, maybe if I rephrase the question…? "…What, is she?"

The ferryman let out a baritone hum. "Hm. Think yourself clever, do you? Well. She's a powerful magician wielding potent time magic."

…Is that it? Well, I guess it's something. But those were things I could kinda infer myself. I didn't need a semi-observant death god to tell me this.

"She's also what's known as a magical girl." I'm sorry, a what?

I can't help but blurt out "fuck's a magical girl?" Are we talking, like, Sailor Moon magical girls? Is Sailor Moon real?!

Death-San gives an answer. About magical girls, mind you, not sailor moon. "You've got all the time in the world. Run around and find out for yourself." What a cool and awesome non-answer. W- Wait, was that three questions? Fuck!

"Was that three?!" I voice my question!

"Yep." Fuuuuuuuck!

In a flash, the colors in the sky are replaced with black white and blue. Along with myself, the shinigami raised his head to look up. "Well then. Looks like that's all the time we have." No no no no no-

"W- wait!" It's super hard to hear myself over the sound of wind chimes in my ear right now. "What do I do?! Where do I go from here?!"

"Hahaha…Heehahaha!" All of a sudden they start laughing like a lunatic! "You've got two options, Myodo-boy! Either live out the next month and a half on repeat, forever, or at least as long as it'll take for the upcoming storm to pass…"

The jingling grows in noise, and wow did I forget how loud this was! "Or, if you're brave enough, refer to my third answer!" …Huh?

Oh, wow. Brain fart. "…Third, answer?" Wait, was that the one about the time wizard or magical g-


"-you'd get up on time for once!" Aaaand we're back.

Before I even open my eyes I'm getting out of bed. "Mom, get outta my room and lemme brush my teeth."

I don't even bother to look at her reaction as I close the door behind me and enter the bathroom. After getting what I need from the drawer under the mirror, a toothpaste-slathered brush meets my teeth as I close my eyes to think.

Ok, Myodo. Let's review.

If what the Shinigami said is true, I'm stuck in a month and a half time loop, and have been for who knows how long. But thanks to the forces that be, I can now remember the loops.

Not counting the ones I can't recall, I'm currently on loop 2.

The cause of these loops is a time magician. Allegedly. She's also been described as…a magical girl.

Yeah, Imma mentally underline that phrase! It was important enough for the guy to mention specifically.

So, yeah, chrono-wizard! She's running around, looping time, and is presumably in some way connected to the monsters in the mall.

And that's another thing. I still don't know what the fuck those things are! Or what they want!

That's what my goal's gonna be today. Find out what their deal is. And also to either scout out ways to help that guy in the car, or just outright save him if I can.

I put my toothbrush down, wash my mouth out with water, and leave the bathroom. When I enter my room, my mom's not in it anymore.

Dah, I never actually described it, did I? Well, issa' small bedroom size-wise. My bed's under the window, and next to my bed's a drawer, where I got my pc setup mounted.

Across the room from there I have my closet, where all things go to become lost forever, courtesy of the pocket dimension I'm 90% sure it's housing, and next to that is my larger clothes drawer.

It takes me a minute to get into my uniform, and half that time to get to the kitchen. I'm greeted with a mouth-watering aroma, and the sight of my mom manning a cooking pan over the stove. I guess she figured that I wasn't falling for her clock trick.

And she'd be right! Just for the wrong reasons.

Catching a glimpse of me from the stove, she makes conversation. "You got out of bed awfully quick today. Excited about something?"

Excited wouldn't be the first word I'd use, but I see where you're coming from! "Ah, maybe not excited, per se. More like ready for the day, y'know?" I take a seat at the kitchen room table.

She jostles around some food in the pan. Cheese, ham, and scrambled eggs, from the looks of it. "Then tell me what's got you so ready, hm?"

I drum my fingers on the table's surface. "I got plans is all." She knows something's up. Shit.

This's gonna make what's coming up harder to ask.

I can practically taste the suspicion radiating off her. "Plans, huh? Ok then…" Translation: I know something's up, and when you do something stupid Imma be there to grill the fuck outta you.

Mom brings me an egg cheese and ham sandwich on a plate, and she sits down across from me with a plate of food of her own.

I bite into the sandwich. It tastes as good as it did in the last loop.

….

"…Mom?"

"Hm?"

"Can I bring dad's shovel with me today?"

Mom blinks once. Then blinks again. "What?"

Oh jeez this's going exactly the way I thought it would. "Can I bring dad's shovel-"

She brings up a hand. "Nonono, I heard you the first time." Her eyes bore into my eyes, and for a second I'm reminded that yes, this's my mother, and yes, I'm asking her if I can bring a shovel with me to school.

But, whispers a small part of my mind, nothing about your situation is normal anyway. And if you wanna have a chance at pulling this off, you need that shovel.

Her gaze doesn't let up. It's intense, but more confused than angry. "I think you know what my answer is already, but humor me. Why do you wanna run around with a shovel?"

I tell her the truth. "I uh, I don't feel safe. I want something to defend myself with."

Mom lets out an ugly snort. "Snrk, boy this isn't the stone age! What's got you so afraid that you need to ask for a shovel?"

I scratch at my hair. Shit- just realized that I forgot to comb it. Problem for future me I guess. "Well, the global rate of missing person cases has been on the rise…" True statistic by the way! Shit's scary.

"Myodo…" Oh shit she said my name-

"I Uh-…" I've gone from gentle drumming to scratching frantically at the table. "I got jumped the other day, okay?!"

Mom opens her mouth, probably ready with a retort of her own, but then gently closes it. She opens it again, and her eyes widen with fear. "You got what…?!"

I feel like I'm gonna barf up the cheese in my stomach. "T- the other day, when I was going home, the route downtown was blocked off for some reason, so I decided to cut through the mall."

"I was walking through the car park, and I- it just-…" Something gets in my eye, so I try to blink it away. That does jack-shit though, so I just wipe my face with my hand. "T- there were just so many of them, so all I could do was run…"

"And there was this o- old guy too!" I suck in a breath from my nose. The noise I make is dirty and disgusting and pathetic. "I t- tried to help him, but then he just- he just got so hurt and I couldn't do anything."

I bury my face into the table to just…ride out my emotions. My face is wet and my nose is clogged with snot, and…fuck. Fuck! This couldn't have gone worse…!

Here I was thinking I could finesse my way into getting a weapon. But I can't even do that much. I ended up bawling my eyes out like a loser.

I let out a snort of amusement. Typical.

Long arms embrace me from behind, and I allow myself to sink into their warmth.

"T- the next day…" The words spill out of my mouth like slop out of a rations can. "I went back there to check on the old guy. B- but when I got to the car park, I couldn't move! I was the only person who could help him, but I was too afraid to do anything!"

My vision's blurry with tears, but I remember it so clearly in my mind. When I walked there, so sure of my own hype. But when it mattered most, I froze.

I couldn't cross into the darkness of that building. My mind wouldn't let me. So I ran. I ran away from the danger, away from the person that only I could help. And for the second time I could remember that man died. But this time, nobody bothered to even try to help him.

Mom's voice softly caressed my ears. "I have…so many questions honey. Why aren't you hurt? Why would that person you want to help be there again? Why do you think a shovel is going to help you fight off a bunch of people who want to hurt you?"

I allow a mirth-filled grin to creep up on my face. "W- well honestly, for that last one, I do have a plan for the shovel. I'm not gonna just try to- try to smack them around."

I lift my head up and turn around. Mom's got her face buried in my neck. Sensing movement, she looks up to me, and our eyes meet.

I close my eyes, rehearse the words in my head, and speak my mind. "Mom. There's so many things I wanna tell you-"

"So tell me," her face says. But I don't let her cut me off. "But. I'm just- I'm not ready. And I won't be for a while. Sorry."

I don't even know where I'd begin. "Hey mom! And Dad too, 'cause I bet you'll also wanna hear this! Remember when I started crying like a bitch in the kitchen that one time? Well, it's 'cause you, me, and the entire universe is stuck in a month and a half long time loop! And while this's all going on, there're these freaky creatures in the mall pulling people into this fucked-up dimension and murdering them. I, your one and only son, already got killed by them! And for mysterious reasons, while in the vicinity of said mall, I jumped in front of a moving car! I'm still figuring out how that happened, teehee! Also, the Sanzu and Death Gods exist and-" No.

Just…no. Not now, not tomorrow, and maybe not ever.

"I-…I need that shovel. Please."

I open my eyes to the sight of mom still staring at me. She's got her thinking face on, the same one that decides if I should be grounded or let off the hook for getting a C in math.

Her lips are pressed together tightly, her cheekbones are showing just a bit, and her eyes betray nothing. Judgment time.

Her lips move, and I hold my breath. "If I was anyone else, anyone at all, I'd say no. I'd tell you that I wasn't born yesterday, and that nothing that just came out of your mouth makes any sense."

"But…" She lets out a breath, reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a handkerchief. "No son of mind would cry like this over nothing." Gently, she wipes my face with the fabric. "And who am I to deny the tears of my child?"

Mom! Ah, man…! "So, you'll…?"

"Mhm!" She dusts off my shoulders, as if to shoo off any left-over amounts of sorrow, and stands up to full height. "You just focus on finishing your plate and getting your stuff ready. I'll be back with your gallant weapon."

Well, funny that you say that…! "I do actually have a stead in mind…"

For my joke I get booped on the nose. "That's enough out of you. Tell me anything more about this little plan of yours, and I might change my mind."

Woah, a~nd that's my cue to shovel food into my mouth!

I hear my mom walk out of the kitchen, as well as the planks of old wooden stairs bending under the weight of her shoes as she makes her way down to the basement.

I take another bite into my sandwich. It's a little lukewarm, which makes sense considering I spent like a good 5 to 10 minutes crying!

I'm still eating all of it though! Between that burnt piece of toast, the grilled cheese from hell, and the unseasoned animal meat masquerading as chicken nuggets, these breakfast sandwiches from today and last loop are the best meals I've gotten in like, ever.

I finish up my sandwich and put the plate into the sink. Once I get that over with, I double check that I have everything in my backpack ("How the fuck am I suppose to fit a shovel in here?"), play phone games on the couch, remember that I should probably comb my hair, actually take the time to comb my hair, and go back to playing phone games.

…She's taking her sweet time getting that shovel. I don't wanna sound ungrateful or anything! Just-…what's she doing?

A good 6 minutes after that thought, I hear mom coming up from the basement. "Myodo, I have the shovel!"

She walks into the living room and-…the fuck?

She's got dad's shovel alright, but it's covered in gift wrapping.

My eyes are on the shovel. No way was dad gonna give it away, right? It's dad's shovel. Well, either that, or… "D- did you find it like that?"

Mom gives me a big ol' smile. "Nope!"

Wait, then that means you-…what? "Why."

She deadpans at me, as if I'm the one who covered the equivalent of our family heirloom in paper. "Myodo, honey, darling, if you're fitting this in your bookbag, which I know you're going to try to do, it's not going in there completely. We both know this, yes?" Well, yeah, but-…

"You'll go off on your bike, in your uniform, and everyone you pass will ask themselves, why is this boy going to school with a shovel?" Ahhh…

She starts fitting the shovel into the backpack, blade first. She closes the zipper around the shaft, so that only the grip handle's poking out. Well, not that you'd even know it's a grip handle at all, 'cause of the wra…pping. Oh.

Oooooooh.

Mom gives me this smug smirk. "I know that look." She boops me on the nose- and yeah, that's just something she does. "It's the same look your father had when I explained to him why buying a new car all at once would make us go bankrupt."

She hands me my backpack, and I nearly buckle from its weight. Oh, yeah, biking with this is totally gonna be a bitch.

"Myodo." Tan hands grip my shoulders. "There's only one of you in this world. I don't know what you're getting yourself into, but I trust you to come back safe and sound. Ok?"

Yeah well, that was the plan! "Ok."

There's tears in her eyes. I can't blame her though, can I? She's a mother, and I'm her son. It's simple math. The fact that I got this shovel in my backpack at all is a miracle, all things considered.

It must've taken a fuck-ton amount of courage to let me do this. And I appreciate it, wholeheartedly.

Now here's to hoping I won't pussy out either! Cause honestly? The thought of going into that car park still makes me wanna scream and cry!

I'll deal with that when I get to it though. For now, I've got an institution of education to make my way to.


MYODO's IMAGINARY QUEST-BOARD (for questing and other related tasks)

(Myodo here! Down below you'll find my mental list of objectives. They're organized into "main" and "side" quests. I consider "main" quests to be more important, and hence more necessary to complete first, but preferably I'd want to get everything down here done. Quests may move up and down between "main" and "side" quests as I see fit, depending on how important they may become. Their names and descriptions may also change as I learn more about the situation surrounding them.)

MAIN QUESTS:

DOUBLE TIME: I'm stuck in a month and a half long time loop! "According to sources (see: *smug asshole death god) the culprit is a time magician AKA magical girl(?). I don't really know how to go about this, since she could technically be anywhere on earth. But for now, my best bet is to run around Mitakihara and hope I bump into them. Or maybe draw attention to myself? But I dunno how hostile she could be, so that might be a no-no. Best to look into completing other quests for now.

MALL MONSTER MAYHEM: Mustachioed cotton ball things have (kinda) invaded the mall! And they have an old guy as hostage! List of objectives include saving the old guy, stopping that knife from ever going into his gut, and not getting killed by the local fuzzie population. I'd also add "killing every single one of the twisted fucks" to that list, but I'm not exactly capable of all that…! But if I can find that yellow haired girl, the one who (kinda) saved me, that objective could become plausible.

RIVER OF THREE PATHS: So. The afterlife exists. And so do gods, if this *smug asshole death god's existence is anything to go by. When I'm on the boat, I've got nothing to do except talk to the shinigami ferrying me and wait for time to loop, so while I'm there I might as well get information out of them. It could be cool to learn more about the after-life, considering it's real and all, or learn more about my entire situation, since the death god appears to be semi-omnipresent. Getting anything out of them is a pain though. Note to self: learn their name. Referring to them by death god/shinigami/grim reaper in my head is getting annoying. That, or I'll just give them a nickname.

HOMEBOUND: My mom loves me. I love my mom. She wants me to come home safe, so simply put, imma be sure to do that! This pretty much amounts to "don't die in the mall this loop."

SIDE QUESTS:

FUCKS A MAGICAL GIRL?: Title says it all. As told to me by my shinigami ally(?), magical girls exist, and the time magician's one of them! The yellow-haired girl might also be one considering she was both a girl and magic-like. I should probably figure out just who these people are.

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BIRD?: Shiro my beloveeeeed, I miss you! It'd be nice if I found her again, she was fluffy and soft and, other than my parents, my only ally in this harsh cruel time-looping reality. When I find her again, I was wondering if I should keep the name Shiro or change it. I was thinking Blanc, 'cause that's a nice name too. I found her on day 1 of the loop, at around 3:47, in downtown Mitakihara, so if I'm gonna reunite with her, there and then is my best bet.


THE GRAND MYODO CHARACTER SHEET

(Myodo here! Down below you'll see a list of the random shit I have on hand, as well as noteworthy skills I can do. Don't expect much though, I'm only human…!)

INVENTORY:

BOOKBAG: For purely educational purposes, I swear! In here I'm keeping my pencil case, textbooks, notebooks, school provided laptop, and…

DAD'S SHOVEL: Educational…in the art of wacking! A simple, round pointed, wooden shaft shovel that belonged to my dad. Old, but durable! Bash damage.

SKILLS:

None. I can't do shit!


AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Hey, look at that! An entire inventory and quest-log provided by yours true- I MEAN Myodo! What a nice guy, writing all that out for y'all! In all seriousness tho I thought having these things could be cool. It'll help all of us keep track of the items Myodo has on hand, as well as the stuff that he wants to get done.

Writing it out was fun. Always wanted to do one of these.

It'll be updated as the story progresses, but I'm still wondering if I should copy and paste the whole thing at the end of the chapter and update it as I go along, or put it at the end of the chapter, but only show relevant/new information. We'll see, it'll depend on my feelings on it at the time.

I remember someone asking about an update schedule. I'd love to have one, cause consistency is great and all, but giving you guys a schedule means making a promise, and I'm horrible at keeping those. Writing wise anyway. Last time I made an update schedule for a story it was less of a schedule and more of a rough estimate of when I'll feel like uploading. Trust me when I say not having a set in stone schedule for this story will benefit all of us.

See y'all next chapter.