Interdimensional RED-Coded Contract
Consequences
They all raged, brutally, without mercy.
People were on the streets, people were shouting, people were throwing and breaking stuff.
People were rioting.
They all stood just outside of the Basilicom, screaming at Lowee's CPU who was arguing back at them. They waved their signs with hostile writing, letting her know what they thought of her. Some people were just trying to cause as much chaos as possible.
Blanc stood there, a small group of Basilicom staff and mercs to keep the mass of people away from her, and tried her hardest to disperse the crowd with words, not actions. Meanwhile, the rest of the security and mercenaries hauled the unconscious Nepgear onto the higher floors, towards the only place where it was safe.
Despite her best efforts, no matter how much she tried to placate the masses and appeal to reason, they were simply too furious to listen, swept along by the tide of emotion that surrounded them. The CPU knew what had happened to Nepgear, and that if nothing was done about it real soon, Neptune's not going to have a little sister to come back to.
Left with no other choice, Blanc played her trump card.
In the other areas of the city, things were little different, just instead of a gigantic mass of people, there were smaller groups causing trouble, led by the ASIC as they used every opportunity to strip the city bare of supplies. People were fighting other people over everything they could get their hands on, while the shopkeepers desperately tried to protect their shops from thieves and raiders. It didn't take long for emergency responders to get busy, nor to get Guild agents involved.
Within a few minutes, what was supposed to be a memorial for the deceased has turned into total chaos, and the ASIC were milking it as much as they could.
Besides leading groups of people eager to smash or steal something, the ASIC was also recruiting new members or selling Arfoire's chips, quickly making up the losses they suffered through the past two weeks. They were adding fuel to the fire by rallying up the rioting folks and engaging the Guild agents in combat while their allies freed their arrested friends.
Whatever losses the ASIC has suffered in Planeptune, they would make up for that today.
...Or so they thought, until rumors of who had orchestrated the kidnapping of the Goddesses and instigated the years of chaos and decline that followed spread through the city like wildfire; rumors that came from the first freed CPU herself.
For every citizen who decided to trust in ASIC, another turned their ire towards them. The ASIC were not a suspicion-free organization afterall, and the words of a Goddess, even if wasn't their Goddess held weight; the citizens' anger may burn too hot to be quenched, but it could be redirected.
Blanc continued to declare her righteous accusations at the ones who stole away the Goddesses, at the ones who dared disguise their own insidious profit with a memorial for the dead. She now deliberately riled up her audience, resonating with them through equal fury; yet through her own long repressed anger, she felt no satisfaction in watching the once solemn service turn into a screaming brawl between the ones who trusted her and the ones who trusted ASIC, pieces of the crowd breaking off to spread their version of the word.
One way or another, Planeptune will burn today. The best she can do is make ASIC burn with it.
But despite it all, not every place in Planeptune was filled with chaos and destruction.
Demoman took a small ball, and dropped it on the spinning roulette. It spun for a while before stopping at number 3, which led to the merc moving his pawn 3 tiles to the right, and checking Pyro's king. In order to defend its king, Pyro dropped a king of spades card and moved its rook diagonally to take out Demoman's pawn.
"Ugh." Demoman groaned. He took a swig of his beer while Pyro took some of Demoman's poker chips. Then the scot dropped an ace of hearts and took Pyro's knight. He just took it without moving his own chess pieces.
It was Pyro's turn to slam the table in frustration. It spun the roulette and dropped the ball, then the Pyromaniac moved his chess piece. Demoman did the same and their game continued for a while.
You're probably getting confused what kind of game they're playing. But the truth is; no one knows. Not even these idiots.
Minutes passed by and both mercs made very questionable moves, but neither of them argued about it. They minded their own business and continued to play, oblivious and uncaring of what was going on outside.
Then their game came to a sudden end when a bunch of their teammates came back. They were shouting, mostly Medic and Histoire, and then they entered the lobby. All of them rushed past the gaming couple, not sparing them even a glance, while Heavy carried Nepgear upstairs, followed by Medic, Histoire and a few others.
Yet again Histoire found herself twiddling her thumbs, unable to do anything else.
One-point-five percent. That's how many Shares Planeptune has.
One-point-five percent.
It's amazing they even got that much, with the people out there looking ready to tear them limb from limb. And they probably would have if it wasn't for Blanc and the CFWs… The reason for them helping to hold off the crowds was lost to Histoire, but she appreciated the opportunity to transport Nepgear elsewhere. Blanc was still the MVP here of course; the fairy wasn't sure what the CPU did to stave off the crowd's hatred from Nepgear, but if it wasn't for her, the Candidate would've been dead already.
Histoire took a deep breath.
Nepgear wasn't dying. She has enough Shares to live but not to be conscious, just like Blanc but worse. Blanc afterall didn't have a mob of angry people pounding on her Basilicom's doors, and Lowee's own share crystal was fine.
Nepgear doesn't have that luxury…
What about Neptune?
Histoire froze.
Don't think about it. Don't think about it. - She thought to herself, trying anything she could to prevent herself from thinking those… unsafe thoughts.
At least the situation can't get worse.
"Histoire!"
The book fairy swore under her breath, realizing the mistake of tempting fate. The Oracle turned around to see Sniper staring back at her… looking out of breath. It must be important, and bad. The blonde was mentally bracing herself. "Yes, Sniper? What is it?"
"Bad news, Histoire. Very bad news."
Of course. "Has the public breached into the Basilicom?" Histoire asked, well aware of how long the doors could hold off such an assault. The mob could break through the gates any moment now- half an hour tops, and then it would be up to her security to take care of this.
"Nah." Sniper waved off. "Those blokes ran off once Engie and Heavy went in with fire hoses."
Oh. Histoire sighed in relief. Finally some good news.
"But-"
"SAXTON HALE!"
"Aw, piss."
Sniper rushed past his employer, and took the best hiding spot he could think of in a matter of nanoseconds. He jumped out of the window, the closed window, breaking the glass and cutting himself in the process, while both of them were on the 2nd floor.
Not a moment later the CEO of Mann Co ran up the stairs, and Histoire finally saw his muscle-headed self. He had a predatory grin plastered over his face, and he looked as if he was itching for a fight. The Australian also carried a large bag over his shoulder, and Histoire didn't want to know what was in it. The smell already gave it away. Saxton locked his eyes on Histoire and his entire attitude changed; his posture relaxed and his grin turned into a polite smile. The past few seconds were gone without leaving any evidence that ever happened.
"Oh, hello tiny weird lady! Did you see Mundy comin' through here?" Saxton asked innocently. The Oracle looked back to the broken window, thinking whether it was a good idea to tell.
It's not like she could just lie to him with a broken window right next to her, the man's crazy but not daft.
"Ah, Mr. Hale! I was actually waiting for an opportunity to speak with you."
"Speak with me? And who are you? I need to check with Bidwell if you have an appointment."
"I'm Histoire, the Oracle of this city and the current employer of... what were they again? Team Fortress?"
That seemed to do the trick, with a snap of his fingers Saxton Hale forgot about chasing Sniper and gave Histoire his full attention. "Ah! You're her, that lady who has been using my mercs to kill people she didn't like."
That would hurt Histoire way more if it wasn't for that matter-of-factly way Hale said it. Right now she could just sigh and admit it. "Yes, that's me Mr. Hale. And I wanted to speak with you."
"Well, we're already speaking. So congratulations." The australian shrugged and then prepared to leave, whistling a happy tune while Histoire tried to stop him.
"Mr. Hale, we aren't finished." The fairy began, but Saxton wasn't listening as he just walked towards the broken window.
"Goodbye Histoire." Were Saxton Hale's last words before jumping through the window. The Oracle tried to find him, but he was already gone.
And he left that stinking bag here!
Histoire left the bag where Hale dumped it, and descended down the stairs.
Yet again, she was met with a peculiar sight.
Demoman, Soldier and Pyro were hiding - or at least attempting to hide - while they quivered in fear. Medic and Scout were embedded into the walls, their statuses unknown as they're buried face first. The rest of the mercenaries weren't present at the scene, but Blanc was there in the middle of the room. The two females exchanged glances.
"I have absolutely no idea what I just walked into." Blanc said, looking around as if that would give her some clues.
"I don't think you would want to know." Histoire responded, removing the image from her memory. Then the Oracle hovered forward, and rubbed her cheek. "Blanc, thank you for what you did out there. Your actions have saved Nepgear- and all of Planeptune… from Share deficiency."
"Don't mention it. That bitch dared to take the holier-than-thou route and rile the folks to riot, I showed her how easily I can play the same game." Her assertive posture then fell a bit. "How's she by the way?"
"Not dead yet, thank the goddesses." Histoire answered, happy for little blessings that appeared. "But in a similar state you were, when we rescued you… I fear the day I finally get an answer to what would happen if Nepgear were to die from lack of shares while connected to the Re:Spawn System."
"Yeah, that." The CPU of Lowee answered dryly, still unaccustomed to the fact that cheating death is possible now. And of course access to such technology is in the hands of 9 maniacs, 3 of them currently shaking underneath the table. "They're still rioting on the streets, you know. Engineer and Heavy had to come out with fire hoses."
"Yes, I heard it from Sniper." Histoire nodded, her rubbing her cheek just evolved into pinching the bridge of her nose. She was afraid of asking this, but she needed to know. "How is the rest of Planeptune?"
"Bad, but not as bad as near the Basilicom." Blanc shrugged. "Everyone is still really angry, you and Nepgear are still public enemies, and the Guild have their hands full and then some keeping the peace - IF, Compa and Falcom went off to help by the way - but at least the ASIC aren't running the show anymore."
"Do you think we can fix this?"
"Not sure, look for yourself and decide." The CPU pointed her thumb at the window.
Dozens of possibilities went through Histoire's head, each and every one of them so bad that the Oracle hesitated before nearing the window. She wondered what she might find on the other side of the wall; A warzone? Remnants of the once beautiful city, now reduced to rubble as its citizens are fighting among themselves in a bloody battle royale until the last one stands? Flags of the ASIC everywhere and their forces surrounding the hotel? A riot on the streets? Her once loyal citizens now demanding hers and Nepgear's blood to atone for their crimes?
Histoire saw a fence.
"Oh." The Oracle quietly mumbled, not expecting to see nothing. Perhaps this was for the better though, as the sheer unexpectedness killed some of her dread. Histoire tried a different window, and this time she had a clear view on the state of the city.
A toppled car covered in flames was the first thing she noticed, and Engineer and some other person were putting out the flames with extinguishers. Just across the streets were shops with their windows broken, and a trio of Guild members arresting some ASIC goons who undoubtedly tried to loot something while the city was in chaos. Broken glass and trash covered the walkways, but Heavy was already cleaning it up.
The area surrounding the hotel didn't look so bad, but the Oracle could see the area further away.
A building exploded just now, making everyone nearby panic and duck for cover as the (fortunately small) building collapsed under its own weight, weakened by the explosion. Then the civilians either ran away or picked their phone and recorded the flames eating what was left of the building, and the people who limped out of it.
The onlookers didn't help them as they fell onto the ground, they just watched until help arrived.
Histoire didn't exactly know what kind of emotions she felt, as the emergency responders were providing first aid on the injured. A part of it was sadness, something she was pretty familiar with… but it was dull. The city she was taking care of in Neptune's stead was crumbling before her very eyes, and yet Histoire didn't feel as much grief as she had expected, and she didn't even know the reason for that.
Was it because a part of her actually expected things to end this way? With shares at less than 1%, the nation will simply crumble and be reduced to rubble. Was it because her concern was mostly directed towards Nepgear, so she didn't care as much about the people who put her in this situation?
Was it because she changed?
"If you think that's bad just wait until you see the Basilicom area." Blanc said, moving to Histoire's side and watching the destruction from the safety of their window. "People are mad, and despite what I said, the ASIC is still thriving. We need to do something."
But what? What could they do to sway the public's opinion? If it was so easy then the ASIC would've won a long time ago, or Histoire wouldn't have needed to send IF and Compa into the Gamindustri Graveyard with a Sharicite strong enough to revive a CPU. Nothing short of a miracle would save them. The ASIC would have to do something momentuously stupid for the public to get their faith back into Nepgear.
This decision didn't come to her easily, but perhaps this would be the best move for now.
"You need to go to Lowee."
"Huh?!"
Blanc straight up recoiled from shock, staring at Histoire with wide eyes. The Oracle turned her head towards the CPU, her face passive.
"Take Nepgear, take the mercs, and go to Lowee. Keep Nepgear safe there and collect Shares."
It would be a long time before the people of Planeptune ever entertain the idea of putting their faith in the authorities again, at the very least not until Neptune herself comes back. They need to search somewhere else, somewhere where the public didn't know or didn't care about the situation here.
Somewhere like the cold territories of Lowee.
"Have you gone nuts, Histoire? Why the hell should I - no, wait. Why the hell would you send the mercs and friggin' Nepgear with me?!" Blanc shouted. But Histoire didn't react at all, instead she simply replied.
"Nepgear isn't safe here, and we need to find the Mascot of Lowee before the ASIC destroys it. And if we're lucky, we could get another 'challenge' from the CFWs, and get one more CPU back. I know we lead competing nations, but right now I don't have a choice." It was a long shot, but Histoire saw no better moves. If they can raise Nepgear's Shares in Lowee, then they will have a plan B in case the rest of the citizens of Planeptune turn their back on her.
Blanc scoffed, turning her head away from the Oracle. "Then what about you? What about Planeptune? Your people are goddamn rioting out there!"
"I'll do my best to mitigate the damage we suffered today." Histoire actually has some ideas how to do that, hopefully the riots will die down after some time. "And in case I need help, I can ask Engineer to set up a teleporter between the nations, allowing us to transport people and good instantaneous."
The CPU of Lowee considered it. Planeptune is on the brink of collapse, it's not safe for Nepgear to remain even if she wasn't comatose, and Blanc herself would have to return to her own nation sooner or later. There was no reason not to take Nepgear and her mercenaries with her.
And with the mercs's teleportation technology…
"Those bastards will kill our transport industry, I guarantee you." Blanc commented with a smirk and a shake of her head before sighing. "Fine, I'll tell Mina to prepare our ship for tomorrow. Also- who the hell was that bare-chested guy earlier?"
"Oh. That would be Mr. Saxton Hale."
"Aaaaaaah!"
Hearing this name leave Histoire's lips, Soldier, Demoman and Pyro screamed in fright and… Histoire could only describe it as them trying to put some distance between them and the Oracle, and failing horribly. Blanc saw their reaction and just didn't know what to say, a common theme when it came to these maniacs, she found.
"Seriously, what's wrong with them?" The CPU questioned, while Soldier sucked his thumb, and Pyro and Demoman hugged each other for dear life. All the of them were quivering in fear while Histoire simply rolled her eyes.
"Oh, just the usual mercenary shenanigans. You'll get used to it."
"Do you believe me now?"
"...With the evidence you've shown us, it's hard not to."
Even so, it was still hard to believe, but Kei Jinguji can't refute the hard evidence around her. It would be so much easier to just say that those robots in Lastation were some kind of new robotic type of monster that were just a byproduct of Noire's absence. If that was the truth, then Kei could just discuss those robots with the Guild, develop appropriate countermeasures, and move onto her next project.
Unfortunately the truth was stranger than fiction, and that truth just had to be that they're a part of the robotic army of the man in front of her. A man from a different world and Kei was actually standing in that different world. She, Uni, and that girl Nisa could see and touch the alien civilization that was unknown to them until today, not just a single nation but an entire planet.
Could you imagine the headache the politics would take if this became common knowledge to Gamindustri?
The Oracle of Lastation looked outside of the window. She saw a city that was unfamiliar to her, brands she never heard of, the lack of a Guild patrolling the streets and buildings spanning across the entire horizon. The people here were more primitive and yet… at the same time not. They still used fossil fuels but at the same time had teleportation devices, their communication devices and computers were oversized and unhandy but they also had functional robots, laser weapons and life extending machines.
Goodness, the man in front of her claims to be over 150 years old. It didn't help that he looked and sounded the part while also having this strange machine strapped to his back.
Nisa turned her gaze away from the window and onto the Mann sitting by the table. "What is this city called?"
"It's Mannhattan, in New York, east coast of the United States of America."
"It's… big. As big as Lastation." Uni commented in awe. Her mind was unable to comprehend the idea of a CPU managing such a gigantic nation. This 'America' had more cities as big as this one, if not bigger. The CPU here must have tons of shares.
"It is, after all, one of America's major cities. Although it doesn't hold a candle to what Australia has." Gray Mann politely responded, freaking out Uni even more by the news of a nation even bigger than this. "Going back to our discussion earlier, I must inform you that I have recalled my robots who were lost in your lands. That was… a mistake on my part, which I apologize for."
"People died because of them." Kei deadpanned. The Oracle was the only person from Gamindustri who kept her composure, despite the fact that deep down, she was very concerned.
"Which I am sorry for. No one could've predicted that my forces would land in a nation that wasn't on Earth. Attacking your nation wasn't my intention."
"I… can understand that. Indeed a scenario like this one would be very unlikely." Nisa nodded to herself.
"Yes." And Kei nodded in agreement. "But we do ask for compensation for the lives lost."
"That's understandable, I'll see what I can do. But if I may, do you recognize any of these people?" Gray Mann pulled out a set of pictures from his pocket, and set them out on a table. Each of them showed a different person, and while most of them wore red colors, there were a couple who didn't. Kei was confused why he showed them this, but she did recognize one of those people.
The Medic.
"And who might they be?" Kei cautiously asked, trying her hardest to not show anything that might betray her hand.
"Those people here are pawns of the woman I'm waging war against. I believe they're doing something in your world. Either in Lastation or anywhere else. Any of them is bad news to you."
"And why exactly, do you think that way?" Kei raised her eyebrow. She knew one of them was in Planeptune and knew Histoire. But how much could she milk from this? Gray Mann's eyes turned cold and a frown settled across his face. It was perhaps the most chilling stare Kei saw in her life.
"This Woman - Helen, or the Administrator - she's planning something big. I can't say I know, but she was manipulating this entire world, their leaders, corporations and masses of people from the shadows. She and him." He tapped a picture of a muscular man. "Put two of my brothers, very powerful brothers, against themselves in an endless and pointless war, all to further her own goals. If she were to succeed, I believe all of us would pay the price. And now that she knows about your world..."
"...Then that puts us in the potential danger as well, is this what you wanted to say?" Kei finished for him, receiving a nod from the old man. That made Kei think; All she had was his word, no evidence nor counter evidence, just his testimony. She didn't know enough to act, and Medic saved Uni while Gray Mann harmed Lastation with his robots. The other Gamindustri natives present however seemed to know more than her.
Nisa stepped towards the table, her eyes wide. The heroine took a picture of a man with a red suit and balaclava. She stared at his face for a few seconds, her teeth gritting and her fist clenched, before she growled. "Those damn murderers."
"You've met them?" Gray Mann asked, and Kei eagerly listened to what Nisa would say about those people, because that 'murderers' part got her attention.
Nisa took a deep breath to calm herself and then placed the picture back on the table. "Yes, all 9 of them. Those two I don't know however." She pointed at the dark-haired woman and the muscular man, the old man nodded and asked the heroine more questions. Kei wanted to know what Nisa knew, but Uni whispered in her ear.
"Kei, can we talk in private? It's important."
Gray Mann politely interrupted Nisa and looked at the Oracle of Lastation. "If you want, you may talk outside."
With their host's approval, Kei and Uni excused themselves and left the room while Nisa continued to talk what she knew about the apparent mercenaries shown on the pictures. The hallway was empty, but Kei and Uni still checked the corridors for possible eavesdroppers. Only when the coast was clear did Uni outright growl at Kei in anger.
"Kei, that muscular man. That's him, the one who dropped that building on me."
The Oracle's eyes briefly widened before shifting into a frown. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. I can still feel that duct tape in me..." The CPU Candidate mumbled, memories of her… experience back at the hospital flooding back to her, which then brought another thing. "One of them was that doctor who treated me, right? What should we do?" Uni crossed her arms.
"The Medic, right." Kei's expression hardened, questions about Histoire's affiliations with that man cropping up in her head. Nisa called them mercenaries just before they left, and there were 9 of them. Weren't there reports of a mysterious group of people working closely to the Planeptunian CPU Candidate? And the reports of ASIC being killed in masses… and the rumors.
Kei's poker face mask was completely shattered in that moment. Realization hit her hard and all Kei could say was "Oh."
"Kei?" The black-haired Candidate asked.
"I just realized something very disturbing, but that's for later." The Oracle sweatdropped. "I think we should see what Gray Mann has to offer. We have his last known location, see where we could go with it."
"Milk him for as much as possible?" Uni raised her brow.
"Yes." Kei nodded. "Are you ready to go back?"
"Yes, let's go."
When they entered, Nisa was sitting in front of Gray Mann. The way Nisa spoke to the old man tipped Kei of a personal vendetta between her and the red-clad group of people. Gray Mann gave them a brief glance to acknowledge their entry before shifting his attention back to the blue-haired girl.
"-They hold no regards for lives, even their own. Those death merchants killed just as easily as they breathe, taking lives of the ASIC by the dozens. During our last mission together, before I left, Spy went out of his way to murder the men we already subdued, just because."
"I see. And all 9 of them were hired by… Histoire, back in Planeptune. Correct?"
"Yes. She said she couldn't let those people fall into ASIC hands, that without them they stand no chance against the ASIC." Nisa's shoulders dropped. "I saw her point, actually. While I couldn't just stand still and watch this injustice happen in front of my eyes, I also didn't want to go against Nepgear."
Kei was taken back by how this girl just confirmed what she realized just seconds ago, while Uni was kinda confused. "Umm, who were you talking about?"
"These men." Gray Mann pushed the pictures of mercenaries towards Uni. "Miss Nisa just said that those mercenaries were under Histoire's employment."
"And they 'kill as easily as they breathe' and 'hold no regards for lives'?"
Nisa took a deep breath. "Yes, that's them."
"I heard rumors about ASIC being mass murdered in Planeptune, but I just didn't want to believe it was Histoire." Kei added her own two cents, before she cleared her throat. "Mr. Mann. I think we might know where… this person is." Kei grabbed the picture of Saxton Hale and showed it to him. "But we want you to scratch our back as well." The corners of her mouth turned upwards, while Nisa just looked at the Oracle with disbelief, like she didn't know that it was important for a good business to not give away their stock for free.
The CEO nodded and motioned to the chairs in front of him. "I see. Then how about we get started on the details of our partnership?"
Interdimensional RED-Coded Contract
Consequences
Aha! You were all BAMBOOZLED! Nepgear DIDN'T die due to the share deprivation! The question what would happen to Nepgear if her shares drop to 0 remains unanswered! How do you like that?
You know, this chapter had the same problem as the "Change in Force" and I hate it. I couldn't skip it and just move onto Lowee, because I needed to make that Histoire x Blanc talk, but I also couldn't just write that scene and send it to you. So up until the last scene I had to improvise and the last scene was there only because I still didn't break the 3k word minimum I set myself.
So yeah, this chapter is entirely there just to make that goddamn "You need to go to Lowee." line out of the window. Gray Mann talking with Lastation girls was just a bonus I planned to do a bit later. But I guess placing it here is good too.
Fortunately for the next chapter I can finally play with snow.
Responses:
- kerrowe
I like to think that Soldier is on his best behavior during the funerals and events like these. Actually behaving better than most of the mercenaries. I mean he… he was shown how to pay respects, right?
- YORCHspartan117
Well I'm glad I proved you wrong. I always liked the isekai genre (character x being sent to another world), and the idea of putting 9 bloodthirsty mercenaries in Gamindustri was born during my usual ride to school, where I imagined a scene with mercs and Neptunia girls fighting Gray's robots. Sooo uh… showerthoughts for the win?
I kinda agree with what you said about the info dump. The first few chapters I wrote when I was inexperienced, and didn't know how to pace the info yet (ahem, Chapter 1 for example). And I couldn't fix this when I was rewriting the chapter 1, because I would have to rewrite the whole beginning or even more. I mean, I could do it if I already didn't publish 31 other chapters as well. Right now I think it's too late to make any drastic changes on the past chapters.
But Falcom arc was a necessity and everyone was getting tired of it (including me), so I had to rush through it.
As for the shortening the length of this fanfic. Let's say my original idea would take 120 chapters to write, but with my shorter fic I'll simply end it on the chapter 60 out of those 120. What I'll do is basically end it earlier than I intended, which is basically the best solution I have on hand. If I rushed through the arcs then all we would get was a shitty chapter after shitty chapter. Which I don't want.
I also don't want to just cancel it mid-way. Which is even worse.
So instead, I'll just prepare the story to end somewhere earlier than I intended, and I even have a rough idea on how and where I'll end this.
Oh, and by the way. Saxton Hale was foreshadowed in "Practicing Medicine", so I can safely say I didn't just pull him out of my ass. How Hale and Pauling got there however will be explained later.
- Metastable
Uhh… hat-related events, huh? I'll have to think on that. I'm pretty sure I had something but I didn't have an opportunity. I make no promises though.
- Guest #1
Take a chill pill.
- Smashgunner
Yes, Nepgear is in trouble. Thank you for stating that.
- Guest #2
...Are you the same guy as Guest #1?
- FourElemental
Welp, sorry for making it a little better.
- DatMeeM (Chapter 17-18, 30)
You're the 1st one to catch on that little hint with Pyro. Congratulations.
And in my defense, I'm Polish so English isn't my 1st language.
And also, Samuel isn't me. He is not my self-insert. Me planting myself into the story will come later… much later. You guys won't expect it.
- Harmless Orange
