Interlude 2 - Miss All Sundays


Nico Robin's sprouted eyes followed Vivi's purposeful strides through Whisky Peak's moonlit streets. The tension in the air was palpable, and Nico Robin sensed the unfolding of something dark and malevolent.

Auguste's chilling proclamation sent shivers down Nico Robin's spine. Her sprouted eyes meticulously captured the unfolding horror – from the bag of weapons hitting the floor to the ominous slamming of doors. The malevolent aura surrounding the sadistic game etched into her vision with haunting clarity.

In the chaos that ensued, Nico Robin observed the malevolent armor's ruthless efficiency, the desperate attempts to escape, and the merciless retaliation. Mister Five's explosive demise, Igaram's lifeless form, and Miss Wednesday's cold authority became part of the nightmarish tableau etched into her perception.

As the negotiation unfolded, and Vivi stood transformed, bound by a sinister pact, Nico Robin's sprouted eyes lingered on the grotesque scene. The once noble princess, now a vessel for the Voncarstein legacy, bore the weight of an irreversible transformation. Nico Robin, the silent witness to the unfolding horrors, pondered the implications of the darkness that now gripped Vivi's soul.

In the aftermath, Nico Robin's inner reflections delved into the mysteries of what she had witnessed. Would Crocodile be the stronger force behind these horrors? After what she had seen, doubts lingered. Were these manifestations the result of Devil Fruits? Nico Robin's keen intellect doubted the conventional explanations.

She had to think…but first, she had to put a lot of distance between her and this cursed ship.