Chapter 123: GCP: Part 3

"Fucking Montero. . .!" Ike reacted with a kick to the stomach, but Sephiroth dodged it, taking a jump back and he pulled his sword out of Ike's body along with it.

Ike's blood from his stomach rushed out like a leaking faucet. He wobbled his way to his knees, pressing his hand against his stomach.

'At this rate, I'll faint from blood loss. . . I need to plug this wound." Ike groaned as he side-eyed Richter, who slept like a baby. 'If I had my Ragnell, I'd kill Richter first, bleed out and die, then kill Sephiroth.'

Sephiroth swung it in a fast motion, as Ike's blood splattered on the walls. He aimed his sword once more and walked towards Ike.

His blade was the same length just in comparison to the other world. All Sephiroth needed was a few steps to slit his throat. That was it.

'No time to react!' Ike attempted to block Sephiroth's sword thrust with his arm, just to be shredded. Adrenaline forced his legs to jump away from another incoming slash and another.

A dance of death. Second by second the blade grazed his arms and legs and each second, Ike grew slower and tired.

Sephiroth stopped his dance to observe Ike's current state. The way he was in brought a half-smirk to his lips.

"You? Keeping up with my attacks at such a poor state. . .?" Sephiroth cocked his head. "How amusing."

"Your strength is like a Chinese food; all whack compared to the demon we've fought." Ike also smirked, except this smirk was to mask the pain stabbing his stomach.

Sephiroth ignored his side comments and lifted his blade.

"So. . . What are you exactly? An executioner just as Papi said? Or a rotten criminal?"

The blade lowered to his hips. Good. It was something Ike hoped.

"One can't help but play both roles," Sephiroth answered. "Since being in the Predator-Prey Room, my only goal was to lower my life sentence. One kill means one year off."

". . .Then?"

"Then what?" Sephiroth asked.

"Exactly that. . ." Ike huffed. Sweat trickled down his face. His uniform continued soaking in blood, becoming more like a small puddle from the outside. "You're just gonna live the rest of your life in complete ignorance? Instead of letting me bleed out to death, how about you target the mastermind behind this: Papi. Kill him and get your memories back. Problem solved."

"And what is helping you do me?"

Ike scoffed. "I can. . . I can't believe I'm saying this. . .I'll be your ally."

"Ah. . . You make quite the bargain." Sephiroth walked to a corner, placing his sword against the wall. "Though that isn't guaranteed your willingness to partake in my journey, so I'll give you a task. Get me my sword. The one you see is nothing but a cheap replica. The sword seems to be the only thing I remembered. . ."

"So a sword is what we need to gain your trust?" Richter rose from the bed like a zombie, giving Ike a mini heart attack along the way, as he clenched his chest. "Seems a bit fishy considering the fact you almost kabobed Ike."

"You've been awake?!" Ike exclaimed in anger.

"The whole time actually. . ." Richter yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Fake it till you make it."

"It's about damn time!"

"In a minute Ima need a man or woman- -Great that song's stuck in my head thanks a lot, Ike."

"You have a week to get my sword. The next time I see you without it, I'll send your souls back to the planet." Sephiroth said.

"Hold up. Something doesn't make any sense." Ike furrowed his eyebrows. "You talking about your sword being locked up? What isn't stopping you from getting it yourself?"

Sephiroth chuckled. "I doubt the sword is in here. And I believe you two don't have much long of staying here. Unlike you, I've been stuck here since day one. Maybe. . . if I remember who I was. . . I'll be motivated to leave this place."

"Hmm. . ."

Richter got on his feet and walked over to Sephiroth, stretching forth his hand for a handshake. "Deal. Though in the Bible we call it going to heaven but believe who you wanna believe. Lucifreak."

"Wait, what?" Ike eyed Richter and Sephiroth back and forth, and before he knew it, the side quest to obtain Sephiroth's sword was unlocked.

"From what you said earlier in the day, it may be best to part ways the following morning," Richter said to Sephiroth. "You won't remember any of this, right? Not even this conversation."

"There's no need." Sephiroth dug something under his pocket and tossed it over to Ike. To Ike's surprise, a small bottle of isopropyl alcohol and a roll of a bandage wrap was tossed over to him by the same man that skewered him not too long ago.

"With that wound, he'll be dead the next day without medical care," Sephiroth said. "It's a good thing I also grant early releases to prisoners in the Predator-Prey Room. Which. . . I have never done."

"No shit," Ike muttered. "You killed every man that laid eyes on you."

(oOoOoOo)

Next Day

August 29th

Morning

Outside of GCP

The sun was up at its hottest and the cactus stayed in shape. Pit was the first to wake up, kicking the lid of his coffin, feeling in the intense heat. Surveying his surroundings, the angel spotted the other coffins, indicating everyone made it to the trip. Those coffins began to shake as they opened up their lids.

"Ahhh~! Good-hayo!" Pit sighed in relief, fluttering his wings and stretching his arms. "Smooth ride, right guys?!"

Link coughed, as his legs shook to a stand. "Are we there? I. . . I feel like throwing up. . ."

Shulk looked around in a daze as he fanned himself. "It's a desert alright."

"The main building's up ahead, cis-males." F. Robin said, pointing at the large facility. The rest of the group gathered together, taking in the sight of the large building. Tripled in iron fences, visible cameras, and cameras they couldn't see with their naked eye and guards. Lots and lots of guards, walking in and out like a 24/7 supermarket.

"This place is loaded with guards! We'll get shot if we just walk up to the front!" Link said.

"Challenge accepted!" Pit said.

"Don't 'challenge accepted' me! We have a week before Zelda gets executed!"

"Everything will be alright! Trust me! I did my research and I came fully prepared with our secret spy gear." Pit grabbed a large bag from his personal Coffin and unzipped it. As he dumped them out on the sand, a bunch of pink uniforms piled on top of each other.

"Meow! They're pink and glittery!" Morgana said, sniffing the gear.

"Are we cosplaying as prisoners?" Ren asked.

"How did you manage to get these? I thought only GCP would own them." Link sweat dropped, picking one of the uniforms and exploring its broader. "They're high quality!"

"Yeah! Fun fact: Roy and Lady Palutena helped me with the costumes."

"So what's the plan? Sneak in and get caught with counterfeit uniforms?" F. Robin said.

"I have an even better idea that would get us to the facility in an instant! Which is why-!" Pit turned back to his coffin and pulled out a large speaker with both hands slamming it on the hot sand. "I got this!" He then grabbed a plastic bag filled with potions and set them gently.

"A speaker and voodoo water. . ." Ren muttered, adjusting his glasses.

"The math equations isn't equating, Mate," Shulk said.

"Get ready, guys," Pit smirked. "Cause we'll be performing our way into GCP!"

"WHAAAAT?!"

"Come on! Let me cook!" Pit said.

"Why should we let you cook?!" Link said.

"I can cook!" Shulk offered.

"N-no!"

"Robin, please tell me if my plan has some seasoning?" Pit pouted.

"Goddesses help me. . ." F. Robin groaned. "Alright, listen up cis-males because I'm only saying this once! In addition to Pit's plan, you guys need to meet up with Ike and Richter."

(oOoOoOo)

Men's Division

"Arughh! I fucking hate him!" Papi yeeted his phone across the wall of his office, exploding into crumbs of hard plastic and wires. The guards eyed each other without a peep from their mouths, both standing on the opposite side of Papi.

Papi sighed in distress, leaning deeper into his office chair, taking himself for a spin. "All I want is Lil Mas XY to perform at our facility! His manager is a dickhead!"

"There's the Smash Street Boys." Guard 1 suggested.

"No! Not those prickly plastic homophobes. . . I need someone like Sam Smith or Dylan Mulvaney! I want my fresh meat to perform the shower scene together~"

After Papi finished expressing his worries, another guard rushed into his office. "Papi, we just apprehended a bunch of teens claiming to be non-binary musical performers!" Guard 3 said.

"Perfect! Bring them here!"

"Sir!" Guard 3 then rushed out of the office.

"Sir, don't you think it's suspicious that they came from nowhere?" Guard 2 said.

"If all hell breaks loose, we'll shoot them down. But anything to get my Fresh Meat up and busty!"

After waiting a few minutes, Guard 3 returned with the alleged queer performers: an angel, an elf, and a blonde boy. All dressed in pink, sparkling uniforms.

Papi grinned from ear to ear. "Wowie~! My goodness! Y'all handsome! Oh! I love the angel look!"

Pit side-eyed his fellow Smashers. "Thanks. . . Just bought it."

"Bought what?" Link muttered.

"What's your band name?" Papi leaned toward them.

"We're Coming Out!" Pit said.

"We are?!" Shulk's eyes widened. In a panic, Link elbowed Shulk's gut, causing him to bend over.

"No, you idiot! You forgot that was our band name?!" Link muttered. 'That was the name we agreed on, unfortunately. . '

'To get Richter! My Dad that's gonna choke the living demons out of Bayonetta!' Pit also channeled his thoughts toward Link.

"Ok, Coming. . . Out! I'm loving you already!" Papi grinned, tapping his opened palm with his pipe. "I'll have you guys perform during dinner. If my boys love you, then we can talk business. If not, you guys will be locked up for trespassing. For now, y'all can stay in the guest room next to my office."

"Deal! I promise you we'll sweep the floor with our latest single!" Pit placed his hands on his hips and straightened his back. "You know that wack-ass song, Industry Baby? Well, we got a better hit that will make everyone's panties in a tangle! Our latest single, Production Newborn!"

(oOoOoOo)

Joker was in charge of creating the escape route and a safe space for the group to meet up without getting caught by guards and cameras. Crawling inside the vents, he kept his feet and hands steady not to make noises to attract prisoners.

"Nothing but a walk in the park," Joker smirked. Morgana crawled right behind him.

Morgana shook his head. "Always cocky once the mask is on. . . Next, we need to look for Ike. Richter's cellmate is weird."

Joker shivered. "Y-yeah. . ."

Catching a glimpse of pink hair through the vents, Joker stopped and observed the prisoner that stood in the middle of his cell.

"Meow? Is it that girl, Makato, in prison?"

Joker squinted his eyes. "No. There's no way they'd put a girl here. And she's at the mansion."

"Who's there?" The pink-haired prisoner swished his head up to the vent right above him, widening his eyes in excitement.

Carly grinned and was somehow able to make direct eye contact with Joker.

"Awoop! Jumpscare!" Morgana cried.

'How did he hear us?' Joker hid the very second they made eye contact along with Morgana; away from the window of the vent.

Carly stared at the window vent for a couple of seconds, cocking his head.

"My oh my, Mama~! Do I have unwanted guests?"

"Ayo, fuck face!"

Carly's attention faced away from the vents as his jaw dropped toward the ex-mercenary. "Ike. . .?"

After the Guard left the two prisoners alone, Ike marched toward Carly and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him a few inches off the ground.

"Cellmates don't keep everything to themselves do they?"

"W-wow~!" Carly sweatdropped. "You sound like you have experience in prison."

"Yeah, I do. Not in this LGBTQAISUS hell hole." Ike then dropped him from the distance, as the teen fell on his butt.

"So, h-how did you get here without getting executed?" Carly grimaced in pain, rubbing his behind. He had to change the subject to avoid unnecessary damage to his body.

"Believe it or not, I was spared by Montero himself. In exchange, I help him get his sword back." Ike placed his hand on his stomach, feeling the pain subside from the sword blow. The medics were able to plug the wound. "However, it's only temporally that we're out. . . We have a week to get his sword. . ."

"Oh, wow! You actually met the executor and still survived?! I'm in love~!" Carly then got up on his feet, showing a cat grin. "Every roommate that I've sent to the Pretty Pink Room died within the night!" He swung side to side as his eyes thinned out. "None of them came back alive! Ah, but here you are, strong and dreamy~! I knew you were different from the moment I laid my eyes on you."

"So you were testing me or something?" Ike couldn't read him, but he had a sense that Carly also; somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to leave GCP.

"Don't take it the wrong way, Ike. I've been looking for a strong fighter that would aid me in my escape. . . 10 years is a lot."

"How bout you don't commit murder next time."

"Got it, Mama~,"

"I'm not your mom."

Carly giggled. Oh, God. Even his laugh. The way he laughed was almost similar to hers. Ike glanced at him and kept his eyes on his pink hair, remembering the dream he had last night.

"Hey." Another joined the mist of the conversation, except the voice spoke above. Ike snapped out of his thoughts and faced his attention toward the air vent.

The lid of the vent wiggled for a bit, before it toppled to the ground, presenting a figure dressed in all black landing in style.

"Ike, I'm glad you're alright."

"Ren!" Ike smirked. "Ah! Finally, somebody that cares about my well-being!"

"Call me Joker. This is my rizz faze." Joker's eyes lowered behind the mask. "I overheard you have a week to find a sword from the Montero."

"Yeah. . . where should I start. . ." Ike sighed, ruffling his hair. After some time explaining his situation in PPR, Joker only nodded. The executor- -Sephiroth- that Ike survived may be the guy that could turn the tables in the mansion.

"Well, Link may be getting his wish. . ." Joker muttered.

Carly furrowed his eyes and walked over to Ike's side, hugging his arm. "I knew I smelled a rat in my cell. Ike, is he a stalker of yours?"

"No, he's your average thief," Ike said.

"It's nice to meet you," Joker said. "Call me Joker."

"Hello~! I'm Carly!"

"Ike, I didn't know you swung that way." Morgana snickered, landing beside Joker.

"Ooh~! A kitty!" Carly reached for the cat and petted his head.

"Unhand me! Meow!"

"Security's trash. It makes my job easier since your inmate also wants to escape this place." Joker started the conversation. He then pulled out a small slip of paper and handed it over to Ike. "This is where we're meeting up tomorrow. We'll take advantage of the recess time you guys have."

Carly tilted his head at the drawing. "I'm a bit confused. Are you trying to get Ike in trouble?"

Joker side-eyed the short teen. The more he stared into his ocean eyes, the more it became a whirlpool. A dark heavy whirlpool that was losing insanity by the minute.

"We can't risk a guard walking by. . ." Joker then said. "Anyways, I best get going. . . Also, don't miss out on the performance, Ike. . ."

"What performance?" Ike asked.

"You'll see. . ."

"Nyehnyeh! We surely will!" Morgana laughed.

Ending their conversation, Joker waved off the mercenary and jumped back into the vents. The sound of thumps was thought to be heard, but no. His footsteps were like ants. Unnoticeable.

Carly glared at the vents before looking back at Ike. "It's a good thing that I'm here to keep you safe."

"Says the dude that sent me to die in the Pretty Pink Room. . .?" Ike shook his head, walking to his cold mattress. Taking a seat, he stared at the pink dildo right next to his feet.

"Hey. . . I have a question. . ." Ike glanced back at Carly, who stood there with the same smile.

"Yes?"

"Do you have any siblings?"

The resemblance was uncanny. This pretty boy looked like Makato with short hair. He had to ask. From that question, Carly took a few steps back and sat on a chair. Ike watched his reaction, not expecting him to act like this.

"I think you're being a little too nosy," Carly answered, half-smiling. "How about this, if you find Montero's sword and survive, I'll tell you everything you wanna know."

"At least I'm the one making the deal here," Ike smirked. "You got yourself a deal."

(oOoOoOo)

Women's Division

"Alright, Min-Min. During this time of lunch, Mami is always watching from her cameras. Pose at the camera, and don't forget to be cute." Mythra ordered. The sisters with Min-Min commenced their "escape" plan at a lone hallway corner without any prisoners or guards walking their way.

Min-Min eyed the camera weirdly and pointed at it. "Aiya. . . no printer?"

"It's a camera recorder, silly! Not an old ass camera~" Pyra laughed.

"Come on! We don't have all day!" Mythra popped a vein.

"But Min-Min does. Ramen shop soon go out of business if she no-no escape." Min-Min said.

"Forget about your restaurant, you're a prisoner now!"

"Min-Min don't claim negative energy." She took a glance at Mythra, noticing her face boiling up to a cherry color. Back to the auto-saving camera.

Min-Min stared at the camera and lifted her arms and stood with wide eyes at the camera for a good solid minute. The sisters glanced at each other, not knowing what she was trying to portray as "cute".

"You dumb fucking bitch! Not like that!" Mythra pulled her away from the camera and demonstrated how she wanted Min-Min to pose. After a few seconds of quick lessons, Min-Min went back to the camera and smiled.

"How are you? Ah! You good, yes? So is Min-Min! Today Min-Min try Spider-Man boga and Batman pizzussy with simple jail ingredient!"

"What the fuck is she doing?!"

The pot that appeared from her hands, helped the bit she was going for. "First, 1 cup of radioactive spider, 1 cup of sexy Tobey Maguire, then mix!"

Pyra blocked her sister with her arm as a barrier to keep Mythra from ripping Min-Min's eyeballs out. "Wait a minute, I think she's portraying a Twitch streamer! An interactive conversation with someone she can't see, so she'll trust that Mami is watching!"

". . ."

"Make sure to like, comment, subscribe! Be of Min-Min's ramen, yes?" Min-Min blew a few kisses at the camera to add a touch of love and walked out of the camera's range.

"That was amazing!" Pyra gleamed.

Mythra sighed and looked at the camera. "Now. . . we wait."

"Number 9677, come to Mami's headquarters immediately! I repeat, number 9677, you are requested to come to Mami's headquarters! You have a maximum of five minutes!" One of the female guards said through the intercom. "Also, that was such a cute skit! You're soooo adorable, Min-Min, I mean number 9677!"

"Xiexie!" Min-Min bowed.

Three inmates shared looks with bewildered expressions, shocked by the fast service. This was the first time Mami was eager to meet the new prisoner.

"Perfect! Don't fuck this up for us. . . When you get to her office, there's a red button on the desk that instantly turns off the cameras." Mythra said. "Use your body to distract her."

"While you're up there, find the control for these neckbands as well." Pyra pointed to the gold band. "These are pretty much trackers and our executioners if we, one, removed them, and two, leave the premises.

Min-Min stared at their eyes for a bit. Nothing said more than escape. And so did Min-Min's. Leaving this place and finding Richter was her motivation, and using Mythra and Pyra's bodies for stew for the way they treated her like a can of cow tongues.

"You can trust Min-Min, yes?" Min-Min smiled and made her journey to Mami's office.

(oOoOoOo)

Outside of GCP

The only person that wasn't involved in getting inside the facility itself was Robin, just in case the whole plan to secure Ike and Richter out of GCP went up in flames. Using the time, she was able to set up camp for the four of them and create a small wifi tower just to make this one important call.

Robin brushed her pigtails aside and opened the Zoom app on her phone, starting an emergency meeting with the few Smashers she could discuss her plans.

"Feneminity, check! Wi-fi, check! Alright, let's start this Zoom call! And they better all be here!" Robin pressed the red button that triggered the start of the meeting and waited.

The first to appear on the Zoom call was Roy, flashing his teeth as he grinned. "Oh my God, Robin! What's up! Long time no seen! How's gay camp?"

"It's not a camp you bigot! It's a prison! Or did you forget?!" Robin facepalmed.

"Hello," Samus appeared on the call, sitting by the riverside with a few other Nihoians, fishing in the background.

"Ah, there's my girl! My BFF!" Robin waved.

"That's debatable."

"By the way, I don't recognize that place. Where are you?"

"Um. . . just taking a little vacation down south," Samus said, sweatdropping. It was a good thing nobody recognized any special landmarks about Niho because it would beg the question of why Samus traveled to Niho when "Makato" was at the Smash Mansion.

"Right. . ." Miru said. He glanced at Samus' screen, recognizing the trademark of his downtown. "Samus, maybe you want to go somewhere with a better connection. I think you're disconnecting."

Samus paused for a bit, then stood up. "Yeah, guys, I'll turn my camera off but I'll be back."

"A nice vacation sounds nice. . ." Palutena said. Dark Pit sat in the background of the meeting with a resting bitch face.

Another figure popped on the screen, and soon, more and more filled up.

"Sorry, I was a bit late." Marth apologized.

"I don't think it's a good idea that we're all in a meeting with Kazuya here," Chrom said, from another part of the mansion.

"The plan was to take a Zoom meeting in a secluded area or your room," Bayonetta said.

"Where are you, Father?" Lucina asked, scooping a handful of gummy bears into her mouth.

"Uh, the living room, why?"

"No! Go somewhere else, you idiot!" F. Corrin shook her head. "Like me! I'm on the roof with Daisy!"

"Hey, y'all!" Daisy grinned, waving.

"The roof?" Sonic laughed. "I'm not even in the mansion!"

"Same here!" F. Byleth said. "Right now, I'm trying to organize these marriage papers for Peach."

"Awww~! Thank you!" Peach blew a kiss through the screen.

"Cloud, you're getting married?!" Roy gasped.

Cloud was the only Smasher on the Zoom call, with his camera and mic off.

"What is the topic about?" C. Makato asked.

"I can only assume it's about. . . Kazuya and Zelda. . ." M. Corrin said.

Robin waited for a few more people to show up before unmuting herself. "Okay, guys. So we may or may not have sped up Zelda's life on earth by going to GCP without Kazuya having a hint of suspicion that we may be attempting to free Ike and Richter with this fake camping trip."

"Are you serious, right neow?!" Roy said.

"We only have a week until we get back from our mystery camping trip or else. . . Zelda's up for gallows! Looking at our situation, it's impossible due to coffin travel!" Robin exclaimed. "Not only that, Pit and the others just entered GCP, so I have no way of communicating with them without them getting caught with an earpiece! And that creepy kid, Joker, who is also in there in the sewer pipes like a rat! Guys, please find a way to protect our beautiful maiden, Zelda!"

"Don't be an idiot, Chick Robin." Dark Pit rolled his eyes. "Nobody has fifty billion yen to buy off this mansion. We're pretty much Kazuya's bitches. If he wants Zelda gone, then we don't have a say."

"Yes, we do! As the elite feminist in all of this, women have earned our place in the world once more!"

"What the fuck are you talking about? I don't care about your lesbian culture."

"Excuse me?! Ima kick you off the chat if you don't apologize right now!"

"Aww~ Darky, don't say that!" Palutena pouted. "She'll ban me because of you!"

"If only you knew the fucks I do not give." Dark Pit shook his head, crossing his arms.

"Unfortunately, this is the sad reality of this matter," Marth said. "Are you guys really trying to free Ike and Richter so that they can shift this invisible balance of non-existent power? We're talking about a man who makes millions in the underworld. And he's ripped."

Robin glanced away as her face reddened up. "Link plans to bring a serial killer or something, I don't know! I want- -I want to make sure Pit's plans don't fail, that's all. . . Though. . . it's more than likely. . ."

"Thank you for taking good care of our little angel. Or should I say, my little angel~?" Bayonetta smirked.

"You witch, stay AWAY from my precious baby!" Palutena shouted.

"I think we should start buying the right size casket for Zelda." F. Corrin said.

"What's her favorite color?" Ryu asked.

"Purple and white!" Peach said.

"Come on, bro, don't say that!" Daisy covered her mouth to keep herself from exploding in laughter.

"It's time for the good ol poison," Roy said. "Don't worry, everyone, leave it to me to overdose that demon!"

"Thanks, Roy! As long as she's safe! I'll keep everyone updated! Bye, everyone!" Robin said.

"Wait, are we really ending the meeting on an overdose-?!"

Before Marth could finish his question, Robin ended the Zoom call and tossed her iPhone to the side.

"Oh goddesses of all feminism above. . ." Robin sighed. "I can't believe I'm actually thinking this, but for sure my cis-man of a brother can come up with a better plan than me if he wasn't in a coma."

(oOoOoOo)

GCP

Cafeteria

Richter and Ike sat in the back with their fellow roommates enjoying their last meals for the night.

"Oh my Lordy Lord. . ." Richter sighed, stirring his bean soup. "I get the plan and all, but I'm still bugged out about that creepy kid in black taking a little dip in our cells. Like, who's that kid?"

"Well, apparently he's one of the new Smashers. . ." Ike side-eyed the vampire hunter.

"Really? Oop! I don't fight weaklings!" Richter laughed.

"Wow, you must have chronic memory loss. We never fought him, or did you forget we went straight to prison after coming back from that dusty-ass mansion?"

"Aww, you cute Sugarloaf! Personally, I hate those pussies that can't do rough play." Avehkt said, leaning towards Richter's ear.

"And who said," Richter clawed Avehkt 's face deep into his eyes, shoving him out of their lunch table, "you can sit by me?!"

Richter glared at Carly, heated from a tall buff man talking dirty into his ears. "Don't tell me you got yourself a side hoe since we've been here?!"

Throughout their conversation, Carly kept his arm wrapped around Ike's, showing a soft smile.

"No, he's a transgender," Ike answered.

"Rude!" Carly stuck his tongue out. "I don't like that masked guy, so I'm here to protect Ike!"

"Wow!" Avehkt crawled back to the table with red eyes, gleaming at his plate of food. "We're having steak-shaped PPs! That's a rare occasion, right fellow Sugarloaves?"

"What do steak-shaped dicks symbolize to Papi?" Ike asked.

"It means he's happy, Mama~," Carly said. "Maybe all of our sentences are being lowered by a month."

A few minutes into dinner, a bell rang from the intercom. "Good evening! Tonight, we got a special performance! Give it up. . . for Coming Out!"

"Uh. . ."

"What the fuck?"

"Oh. . ."

"Who are they?"

The crowd slowly clapped as the three members of Coming Out in their sparkling pink outfits appeared in front of the cafeteria.

The moment Ike took a glimpse of those white feathers on a kid's back, he shot up from his table.

"Is that-?!"

Carly was forced to release his arm, furrowing his eyebrows at his sudden actions. "What's the matter, Ike? You seemed shocked."

"Yeah. . . Uh. . ." Ike cleared his throat, flopping back down on his seat. "It crossed my mind that I should consider taking the rehab courses because I'll be staying here for a while."

"Silly, you don't have time for that! You'll be dead by the end of the week~"

"Aye yoooo! It's Archangel Pit!" Richter pointed.

Pit waved his hands toward the flamboyant men with a big smile. "Hello, guys! I hope you enjoy our new hit single, Production Newborn! Let's get it started!"

"Hmmm~ He's a cootie patootie that's for sure~" Pretty Peter licked his lips at the angel wings.

"Let's hope the potion we drank makes us instant Beyonces." Link muttered, posing from the left wing while Shulk posed from the right.

Pit grabbed adjusted his headpiece and opened his lips. "Cause I~~~~ know what you like boy~!"

(oOoOoOo)

Next Day

August 30th

Recess

Secret Room

"And I~~~~ can't believe you got yourselves locked up~~!" Richter mocked their performance, playfully moving his hands at Pit, Link, and Shulk. The three of them now wore the official GCP attire. Ike, Carly, and Avehkt laughed at the failed performance that instantly sent them to the prison itself. The room itself was a small abandoned study room with a few bookshelves and couches enough for eight people to mingle about.

"Robin said to meet up with you guys, and that's what we did!" Pit crossed his arms; the heat of his face boiling up to a kettle.

"Yeah, for life," Ike said.

"But I don't get it! We sounded like angelic maidens! Those potions worked! I felt it in my throat!"

"P.A.U.S.E." Avehkt laughed. "Well, don't forget about the whole crowd booing and throwing their beans at you. Papi is a Democrat after all."

"Yeah, it was total cringe by the way." Ike nodded.

"I thought you guys would be sucking dick 24/7." Link sighed in relief.

"Do you want to?" Carly curled his lips to a cat's smile.

Link arched an eyebrow toward the pink-haired boy that sat next to Ike. "Aren't you a girl?"

"That's what I thought too, mate." Shulk shivered.

"You'll get used to all the dudes looking pretty here, such as myself, Sugarloaves." Avehkt laughed. After some time waiting and talking, Joker entered the room with his cat, Morgana, and sat on an empty couch. It became quiet for a bit, now waiting for Joker to speak.

"Everyone's here? Good." Joker said. "Since we're racing against time, we have until the sixth of September to find Sephiroth's sword and escape with our lives before Ike and Zelda die. Sephiroth will be the key to changing the tides against Kazuya since we're too broke to buy off the mansion."