Chapter 124: GCP: Part 4

August 29th

"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)

Mami's Office

Ten minutes later Min-Min opened the doors of the office and was instantly greeted by women.

Three women in pink uniforms surrounded her and complimented her small physique and innocent look.

"You're super cute!" Number 9608 said.

"Can I touch your hair?" Number 9622 took in a large whiff.

"She's hot, Mama!" Number 9614 said.

Min-Min stood like a statue, not minding the physical touches. She expected them to have her height as every average woman. But dead wrong.

Mami sat in her wheelie chair while spinning her fancy cigar from afar. "Be gentle with her girls. . . I don't want you breaking her cute bones."

'Aiya. . . Girls really really buff.' Min-Min thought. Seven feet women with bulging muscles, staring down at her like an ant.

Min-Min forced a smile. "Thank you for having Min-Min here."

Mami wasn't as tall as her private guard, but stood up, grabbing the sword that laid against the wall.

"You're one of the few girls I'm curious to know, Min-Min Dear. When my Fresh Meat enters my office, I make sure not to underestimate them, just in case they get. . . A little fussy."

Min-Min's attention went to the sword and her heart raced from the familiar long blade. "Min-Min seen sword before!"

"Oh, this?" Mami swung the sword a few times. "Papi gave it to me as a gift."

"You husband and wife? Hypocrite?"

"It's a polyamorous relationship that is kept a secret." She laughed. "But anyways, enough about me. Start stripping. And make it quick."

"Aiya, no get paid?"

Number 9608 cracked her knuckles. "Stop stalling and start taking your clothes off."

"If you think you can get a lighter sentence by showing up here, then you're even dumber than a whore." Number 9622 growled, clenching her fist.

"Anyone that shows up here gets humiliated to the point you wished you were straight." Number 9614 smirked.

The girls ganged up closer to her, removing any personal space. Min-Min kept her body still regardless of the order from Mami. The pressure was building up second by second and the silence was eating away their anticipation.

Mami tapped her cigar on the ashtray and furrowed her eyebrows. "What are you waiting for? Take your uniform off!"

"Close eyes, yes? Min-Min no can escape, yes?" Min-Min smiled.

"You wanna do some kind of role play? Alright, you got three seconds." Mami agreed along with the prisoners, all shutting their eyes for this brief moment.

"One-"

"Ahhh!" Number 9608 wailed in pain, being shot out through the walls of the office.

"Cookie!" Number 9622 exclaimed. "You little bitch-!" She went for a punch but it was blocked by her arms. . . Long and bouncy with weapons at the end of her "hands".

"W-what happened to her arms?!" Number 9614 cried out, backing away. "Mami, are you seeing this?!"

"What the fuck?! W-what is she?! Some kind of human slinky?! Knock her out!" Mami slowly began to reach for the long blade.

The smile disappeared from Min-Min's face and her arms of weapon showcased for the frightened girls to gaze.

Min-Min let out a sigh. "Aiya, I'm so done with this nonsense. I've faked being the victim for too long now since being here." Posing into a martial artist stance, Min-Min swung her arms, knocking out the last two muscle women to another wall.

Mami sweated in fear, swishing her head to her knocked-out bodyguards. "Girls?! Wake up!"

Their bodies smoked from Min-Min's boulder hands, and were still.

"Richter needs Min-Min. He's waiting for Min-Min. And those girls will become duck parts for Min-Min's new ramen: Revenge ramen." A yellow glow burst around Min-Min's body like a super saiyan, gaining her current adrenaline.

Mami gulped and pointed the sword at her. "S-stay back! Get away from me- -ahhh!"

(oOoOoOo)

Recording: OFF

COLLAR: OFF

Min-Min crushed the remote that controlled the collars to keep her journey to rescue Richter alive. Though there was blood seeping through the cracks of the closet, Min-Min was good for fitting things into small spaces and storing all four bodies, binding them with rope.

"Aiya," Min-Min picked up the sword, remembering the blade that almost unalive them on the trip back to the other mansion.

"Richter would love present, yes?"

(oOoOoOo)

Men's Division

Vents

"Hey, Min-Min did it! Our collars aren't glowing!" Pyra pointed out, stopping her crawl in the vents. Mythra that was ahead of her also stopped and checked her collar.

"Well, I'll be damned. . ." Mythra smirked. "She actually did it. We can leave this place as long as we don't get caught by guards."

"Let's find that hottie-naughty, Richter~! We've made it this far into the men's side." Pyra's eyes sparkled.

"We don't know what he looks like. . . Let's talk to him."

"Him? Really? He hates us!"

"Yeah, but he might know a thing or two."

Both sisters continued their journey in the vents until they spotted the short pink-haired figure in his cell.

Carly looked up at the vent and immediately showed a disgusted look, clicking his tongue.

"Ugh, what do you moths want?"

"It's great seeing your cute face. . ." Mythra landed feet first inside his cell, followed by Pyra.

"We're pretty much free little birds! Thanks to our little Asian friend!" Pyra said, pointing to her neck. "Tadaaa~! No neckbands!"

Carly sat in a criss-crossed position on his bed and cocked his head. "Good for you~. I'll let the guards know you need new ones."

"Hey!" Pyra waved her hands, hoping to avoid that situation. "We're here because our friend has this cute dude locked up. And he goes by the name Richter."

"Oh~! My cellmate's friend. He mentioned that name once before." Carly covered his lips, pretending to be surprised. "You wanna suck his peepee or something?"

"Like a lollipop!"

Mythra smacked the back of her sister's head from her response. "We're taking him with us, whether he likes it or not. So tell us when to find him."

Carly sweatdropped, knowing their strength for himself. The last time the two girls came because of Pyra's thirst for Carly's last cellmate, they beat him up because he said no. For his protection and his cellmates, it became a routine that he would send them off to the Pretty Pink Room to avoid bruises and scars from the violent girls.

Carly smiled and shrugged. "Unfortunately, I don't know where, but tomorrow we'll meet in our secret room! Just follow me and you'll see him."

Mythra stared at him for a brief moment and then turned her head to the wall. "Alright, Carly. I'm glad it took us six visits for you to comply with us. Well done."

". . ."

"Let's get going, Pyra." Mythra jumped back into the vents.

"Bye, Cutie~! Pyra winked over at Carly and did the same.

"Bye, Satan spawns~!"

(oOoOoOo)

Present Time

August 30th

Recess

Secret Room

"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."

Link bawled in tears curling himself into a ball. "Zeldaaa!"

"Quit your crying." Ike groaned. "I'm about to die too."

"Except we all know how that's gonna go. . ." Pit grinned.

Ike glanced at the young angel with a dead gaze. "You yourself shouldn't get all excited."

"Yeah, I know."

"Any ideas where to look?" Morgana asked.

"Every corner of this God-forsaken place." Richter sighed. "Finding a sword should be light work."

"We don't have any clues whatsoever," Joker said. "I'll keep searching from the outside."

"Splitting up is the best course of action. Mates." Shulk suggested.

Nods were exchanged.

"No point staying together unless all you Sugarloaves wanna perform an orgy than by all means-" Avehkt puckered a smile toward the many handsome men in his group, while all of them avoided eye contact.

"Meeting adjourned before I smack a bitch." Richter got up from the couch and headed for the door.

The moment he opened the door a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. A pair of. . . light, delicate arms. Strawberry-scented arms.

Richter froze and not only him, the rest of the men that were in a daze seeing two girls in the men's division.

"You're Richter! I'm betting my lucky titties you're him! My future husband!" Pyra gleamed, rubbing her cheek against his.

"W-who in the Jezebel?!" Richter froze in place, taking the random girl's embrace.

"Get your little grubby hands off my mans!" Avehkt growled, shouting up from his seat.

"I AM NOT YOUR MANS!"

"Who are those girls?" Ike turned to Pit, Link, and Shulk in which the trio shook their heads like a salt shaker.

"Don't look at me! I don't know them!" Pit said.

"I don't know them, either!" Shulk said. He paused his head shaking and glanced at the blonde girl. After that, a small light bulb appeared on his head. "Oh! Wait, Mates! I do know them! My friends, Pyra and Mythra!"

"Long time no see, Shulk." Mythra made her way to an empty chair, taking a seat. To keep the story short and the suspicion off, Mythra briefly summarized their journey, without mentioning their third party, Min-Min. Joker also told them their plans, but it seemed they weren't interested.

"Don't mind us, boys. We're only here to take Richter with us." Mythra smiled. "Thank you, Carly, for showing the way."

"At least I don't have to see your old, wrinkly faces," Carly said.

"You sold us out." Joker stared at the small teen.

Carly whistled. "I'm quite the fragile person~."

"Why do you need Richter?" Pit's eyes widened. "I need Richter!"

"Well, too bad! He's escaping with us!" Mythra said.

"Yeah! Richter's my boyfriend now!" Pyra rubbed her hand against his chest.

"Yo, chill with that." Richter eyed her small hands, snaking all over his body.

Pit stood up and balled his fist. "You'll have to go through me to-"

Fast as a bullet, Prya's leg had Pit's neck in a lock like an unwanted necklace. The angel squealed in pain when he felt his wings being pulled.

"Ahhhh! Uncle! Uncle!"

Pyra smirked and flipped herself off his back. The pain began to subside and Pit sighed in relief, clenching his heart.

"Who else wants to fight me?" Pyra put her hands on her hips, showing off a smudged look. "I may look cute, but I'm much stronger than I look!"

"Yeah, no thanks. . ." Ike yawned. "I've seen cuter. . ."

Carly blushed and squeezed Ike's arm. "Aww~, you shouldn't have!"

"I was talking about my left toe."

Richter also yawned. "At least you're cute but annoying. L personality."

Pyra swayed in bits with a bright smile. "I promise not to talk much if you let me take a dive into your Bikini Bottom!"

Avhket popped more veins from his head. "Perhaps we should focus on finding the sword, then talking to these two whores."

Ding Dong Bing Bong

The bell for recess rang, meaning it was time for the prisoners to go back to their cells.

Mythra glanced at Richter's band before standing on her feet. "We'll be back to pick you up tonight. If you want that sword, you best listen to me."

"What do you mean?" Ike asked.

"The sword isn't in the men's division." Mythra flipped her hair, crossing her arms. "It's been with Mami ever since."

"Are you for real?" Link groaned, tucking himself into a deeper ball. "We're screwed! It's not like we can get in the women's division!"

"Yeah, but Min-Min's there. . ." Ike said, assuring him.

"Ah, yes! My little ramen girl!" Richter clasped his hands. "She'll find it no problem! Hey, creepy kid! Tell her about the sword!"

Joker nodded and turned to Ike. "I don't think Ike can do it, but I'm more than able-"

A vein popped from Ike's head, as he managed to keep a smile. "Hey, I'm not the one wearing all black with a Sailor Moon mask."

"I said listen to me!" Mythra stomped her foot. "We know Min-Min! She helped us get to where we are! If you want us to tell her about it, then you escape with us, tonight! Or consider your friend dead!"

"Th-that's right!" Pyra said, sticking her tongue out.

"Your threats are nothing but dust." Richter exaggerated his yawn and shooed the girls with his hands. "Boy, is it me, or do I hear buzzing in my eardrums lately?"

"Hmph, we'll see about that! Let's go Pyra!" Mythra stormed off the scene, leaving the guys in shock.

"Before I do, goodbye kiss!" Pyra jumped onto Richter and pressed her lips against his. His arms froze at both sides, unable to make a move.

"Meow?!" Morgana and Avehkt exclaimed.

"What's up with your friends?!" Link elbowed Shulk.

"Not a pleasant relationship, Mate." Shulk sweatdropped.

Pyra parted and poked his nose. "Be sure to look forward to the next one~!"

Richter touched his lips with his fingers and gave a dead gaze at the red-haired girl. "Ok."

"What you mean ok?!" The many veins were too many to count on Ike's forehead.

"You jealous 'cause I have a girl instead of a trap."

After the unexpected kiss, Pyra skipped out of the secret room, now back to the current group.

"I'm glad that bitch is gone because Ima knock her on sight if I see her bitch-ass again!" Avehkt said.

"You plan to get head before you leave? Woooow, leaving me to die. Ima escape too." Ike side-eyed the vampire hunter.

"It's a living, breathing girl made from Adam's rib we're talking about! Not some transformer! Any female would do! Expect that fake Nicki Min-not!" Richter said.

Carly rolled her eyes. "I hate the clingy types."

"Escape without fighting against Kazuya is meaningless." Pit shook his head. "I'd say we get the sword and befriend Sephiroth! Isn't he like some kind of angel? I bet we'll become the best of friends!"

"Good luck with that." Link said. "Zelda's precious life is riding on Min-Min. Is she smart Richter?"

"Meh," Richter swayed his hand in a fast motion, also not sure.

"Zeldaaaaa!" Link bawled.

"I'll look for her in the women's division," Joker said, adjusting his wrist. "When I do, I'll visit your cell later tonight in case the two girls come."

"I hope the fuck not because Ima call security on their asses!" Avehkt snapped.

"Don't bother, we be all night. . ." Richter smirked. After gaining a death glare from the mercenary, the vampire hunter cleared his throat and opened his lips.

". . .praying! Duhhh!"

(oOoOoOo)

Smash Mansion

Casino

The bad guys did what they did best, gamble. With Kazuya taking ownership of the mansion and pretty much their lives, nobody liked Kazuya.

And Kazuya didn't care.

The pile of chips on his side of the table spoke for him.

"Woman, I require wine." Kazuya snapped his fingers with his eyes glued to his cards.

Zelda bowed. She had to avoid another karate chop concoction. "Yes, Sir."

Bowser flared his horns, knowing Ganondorf was kicked from the highest tier and now waddling in the dirt like chumps. Compared to Kazuya's status and connections, fighting him meant your life.

"Where's our man-servant?" Wolf asked.

"You mean Robin?" King Dedede laughed. "That little wizard boy dug himself an early grave!"

"We never had one." King K. Rool said.

"Ayo, let's find someone weaker than us!"

Zelda opened the door of the casino room and carefully closed the door behind her.

Once she turned around, a group of Smashers surrounded her with worried looks. The bags under her eyes from restless nights of sleep. The bandages wrapped from her forearms and fingers. Slight bruises on her face.

"What . . . are you guys doing?" Zelda whispered.

Roy walked up to Zelda and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Fear not, Zelda. Tonight, you'll be set free from Kazuya's wrath and his size medium suit."

"We've all gathered our toxins and brewed it into Kazuya's favorite wine." Peach gleamed.

"Yes, we're actually going through with this poison plan." Marth shook his head.

"Poyo! I added a wet sock from Terry's laundry basket." Kirby raised his hand.

"Rat poison! Duh!" F. Corrin said. "Looks like a rat, and will drink like a rat!"

"The smells have been neutralized with my potion of nose blind." C. Makato said.

"If he dies, are we all getting executed?" Dark Pit asked Mario.

"I want to say yes, but at the same time. . ." Mario rubbed his mustache, unsure.

"Anyways! Girl! Give him this drink! Don't let him wait!" Daisy pushed her back into the casino, forcing the elf princess' steps.

The doors shut behind the casino with a bang, interrupting the poker game. Kazuya glanced over his shoulder and furrowed his eyebrows at the half-empty bottle of his favorite wine with a wine glass on the side.

"Don't keep me waiting or your kidney's going on the market."

"Yes, Sir."

All eyes were on her, and the journey was a long and painful one. As she set the tray of wine beside him, Zelda took a couple of steps back and gulped.

Would he notice the "poison" that infiltrated his wine? This was the biggest gamble, and everyone that put a hand into this was at great risk.

The game continued like normal. Kazuya winning most of the poker games was normal.

"Hmph," Ganondorf shoved his cards and got up from his chair. "I'm rather bored of this game."

"What's wrong? You only lost 24 times." Kazuya said, glaring at him. "What a shame, Ganon. You used to be so good at this game."

". . .I've been easy on you and nothing more."

Kazuya scoffed and reached for the cork of his wine. "So they say."

"How's it going?" F. Robin asked through Peach's phone during a video call.

"Right now Kazuya's about to drink the wine! Yipee!" Peach cheered.

"That's great! If that bloated testosterone of a male dies, we can bring peace back to the mansion!"

"Oh!" Roy peeked one of the casino doors open with a wide smile. "He's about to drink!"

"This is the moment of truth." Marth folded his hands and closed his eyes.

"Fear not, Marth-sama! I'll be your butter to your bread if anything bad happens!"

"I prefer jam, but do you, Lucina."

The wine was poured only a tenth as the glass was lifted to the demonic man's lips. A sip he took and there wasn't a followed up reaction.

"Woman." Kazuya raised his voice, picking up the bottle of wine that was served to him.

Zelda's heart raced irregularly as she approached him. Did he find out about the wine- -of course he did find out about the wine!

"Yes-?"

"Have a drink."

"Oh. . . I'm not thirsty. And this is your wine." Zelda sweatdropped.

Kazuya poured a glass for her and forced it into her grasp. "Don't make me repeat myself." The game of poker was paused, for all eyes were on Zelda's frightened composure.

Zelda lowered the glass immediately and sighed. Just for a few seconds, she could figure a way not to drink the poison-

"Please, let me drink it for her." C. Makato said, walking up to Zelda.

"Makato. . .? You can't drink it-!"

"She's right." Kazuya interrupted. "My orders were clear. This has nothing to do with you. Unless you're willing to make a trade."

"Don't do it, Makato!" Zelda cried.

"What is she doing?!" Roy shot looks back at Miru and Makato.

Miru scratched his head. "Trust her. . ."

"Trust her?! She's about to gobble down rat poison!" F. Corrin said.

"Bruh! This is crazy!" Daisy said.

"I agree. I don't want Makato-chan to die." Marth frowned.

C. Makato took the glass away from Zelda, regardless of her cries. "The only trade I can offer is that if you let me drink this wine instead."

"Oh! This is getting interesting!" King K. Rool clapped.

Kazuya crossed his arms and cocked his head. "Drink it."

"No, don't!" Zelda held onto her pink sleeve.

C. Makato tipped the glass toward her lips. The first drop of red crimson liquid entered, and so did the following. An empty glass was presented as C. Makato set it back on the table.

"She just drank it! Noooo!" Roy teared up, clenching the handle of the door.

"It'll be alright. . ." Miru said, watching with a stressed look. 'I hope she doesn't poof away or something! The Princess said as long as she's not in extreme hot or cold temperatures she'll be alright. . .'

C. Makato left the casino, bumping into Roy along the way.

"Makato! Drink a potion or something that won't make you die from the poison!" Roy shook her shoulders.

"Don't worry. . . I already did." C. Makato said.

"You did?" Miru asked.

The potion princess glanced at Miru and half-grinned.

Miru blinked a few times and stood silent. She had to cover up for her lack of being human with a lie to suit the others. It was realistic and logical to say she drank an immune potion to poison before drinking the wine.

Peach sighed in relief and lifted the phone. "The poison failed, Robin. But at least Makato's alive and well."

"Aw, what a shame! We'll have to make sure Zelda's out of reach of Kazuya! Good luck!"

"Let's devise another plan, guys," Roy suggested. "This time, we'll poison him in his sleep!"

"And who'll be the braze soul to perform such an act?" Marth asked.

"Not me that's for sure!"

(oOoOoOo)

GCP

Men's Division

Nighttime

"You better stay asleep during my hot date," Richter said, styling his hair using the rusty mirror's reflection. "After I cast that Jezebel spirit off of her, we'll talk about her receiving our Lord and Savior Jesus-"

"MMMHHH!" Avehkt shouted through the ripped blankets clogging his mouth and shook like a hyper worm. His body was tied to his mattress and all he could do was shake.

"Oh, wait, I tied you up! AH-HAHAHAHAHAA! I can't wait to try this out on that fake Chun-Li cosplayer and send her body off to the Atlantic ocean." Richter flashed a smile and posed like Superman.

"Richter~!" A muffled voice from the vents echoed from his cell. Richter looked up and whistled. "I'm here, Baby~!"

"MMMHH!"

"Man, if you don't shut up I'll curb stomp your neck to oblivion!"

". . ."

"Ah. . ." Richter groaned, walking up to his roommate. "You're one of those things. . ." After that, he covered another layer of blanket to conceal his presence.

A slim leg kicked the vent lid from their roof and she jumped on her feet. Richter's stared at the girl as his smile disappeared in an instant, only to grow bigger.

"M-Min-Min?!" Richter choked on the air, coughing for his life. After a quick recovery, he cupped his lips, trying to avoid unnecessary embarrassment that fell upon him. "Uhhh heeey! Long time no seen! That was not me calling you baby! Haha. . . !"

". . ."

"I didn't call you baby."

"Min-Min has something to say. . ." She grew nervous. Min-Min stood like a statue and straightened her back.

"Yeah? I'm all ears." The vampire hunter glanced at the sword behind her back. "Ah, the sword! You got it! Are you like a mind reader?"

Min-Min nodded. "We connected, yes?" She didn't know what she was saying—anything to please him.

This was it. No interruptions surprisingly.

"Min-Min. . ." She started slow, which was the first for Richter to witness. "Llllllll. . ."

"Llllll?" Richter repeated, confused.

"Lllllllllii. . ."

"Llllliiiigmmmaaa?"

"Lllllliiii-"

"Lllllliiiighthouse?"

"Aiya. . .!" She grew frustrated, biting her lip. "Min-Min llllliiii-!"

"Oh, I got it!' Richter pounded his fist on his palm. "Lignocellulose!"

"No!" She exploded unable to get her words out.

"Well, I tried." Richter froze and stared at her face. Min-Min sweatdropped and scooted back.

His face reached for her cheek and Min-Min winced. Why did it take this long for him to notice the bruises on her face?

"Hey. . ." Richter glared at her deeply into her eyes. "Who's the bastard that did this?"

Min-Min's eyes widened for a brief second before showing a half-smile.

"Nah, bro, don't smile. I'm serious! Whoever hurts my friends wished they knew Christ on their judgment day."

"You. . . care for Min-Min?"

"That's a dumb question. You fed me for free when I was broke and had nothing but Simon's locked credit card. Of course, I care for my little wittle ramen girl!"

"Mmmmh. . ." Avhket's eyes watered from the sweet moment between them.

Before Min-Min could reply, she heard more footsteps approaching Richter's cell.

"Duck parts. . ." Min-Min muttered.

"Don't make me hungry," Richter said.

A few seconds later, two more bodies entered the cell. From smiles, the two sisters dropped their happy expressions when they saw Min-Min in the same cell with Richter.

"Noodles?!" Pyra growled. "When did you get here?! And how?!"

"Fucking hell!" Mythra cursed under her breath. "This wasn't part of the plan. You were supposed to be back at the women's division!"

"Stay away from him, Noodles! He's mine now! I kissed him first!" Pyra stuck her tongue.

"Shenme?" Min-Min took a step but was stopped by a firm hand placed on her shoulder.

"Tell me, Min-Min." Richter's voice darkened, glaring at the two new strangers. "Were they responsible for hurting you?"

Pyra shivered at his expression, hugging her body. "Daddy? Why do you look so mad?"

Min-Min side-eyed the vampire. His bloodlust was showing. His eyes, the grip on her shoulder only ached more and more by the second if she didn't answer.

This was enough. It was enough to show his affection for her.

Min-Min then grabbed the sword and handed it over to Richter. "Aiya~ every day beaten to scrambled eggs, yes? Bruised eye and lips and cheek. Min-Min fainted from pain and cry for help~" Taking in the hits from before paid off more than she thought it would.

Richter released her shoulder and focused his anger on Sephiroth's sword. "That's all I needed to hear."

"Richter?" Mythra asked, sweatdropping. Armed. Furious. The plan to get Pyra a prison husbando flopped once more. Only this time, he was ready to kill them.

"I was truly looking forward to our hot and steamy prayer session, but that's down the drain." Richter lifted the sword, causing the girls to flinch.

"Please! Forgive us! We had to do what we could to survive out here!" Pyra cried, folding her hands and dropping to her knees.

"Revenge ramen!" Min-Min cheered.

"You don't have to tell me twice!" Richter said. The blade swiftly aimed for the top of her head.

"Pyra!" Mythra shielded her sister, spreading her arms apart to take the maximum amount of damage. She shut her eyes tight, ready for the blade to slice her in two.

There was a long pause, which made Mythra peek one eye open.

"Hey, creepy kid. Don't get in my way. . ." Richter popped a vein. The blade was stopped with a smaller blade—a dagger.

Joker sweatdropped, taking in all of the force. "You can kill her after we leave. We need to return that sword to Sephiroth."

"That's right! Meow!" Morgana said. "A Christian like yourself shouldn't commit murder!"

"Recent Christian." Richter corrected. He then removed the sword from Joker's dagger. "The sword's too big. How we bring it back to the Pretty Pink Room?"

Joker pulled out a small potion to answer his question. "We got a shrink potion that would last for two hours. I don't know the location for the Pretty Pink Room, so I'm leaving you guys up to it."

"That witch girl and her potions, huh?" Richter stretched forth his hand, receiving the small bottle on his palm.

"Sephiroth should be. . . on our side. . . right?" Joker asked.

"Meow! Yeah right!" Morgana laughed.

"We'll see by the end of the week. After all, we did make a deal." Richter said.

Joker nodded.

"Min-Min. Get out of here. Follow Joker."

"Ok!" Min-Min smiled, saluting.

"Us too!" Pyra said.

Richter glared at the two sisters. "Nah, don't bring them. They can rot in here for all I care."

"If you don't bring us, we'll scream," Mythra smirked. "Wouldn't wanna attract the guards, no?"

". . ." Richter sighed, shaking his head. "I swear, I'll chop an arm or two once we're outta here. . ."

The two sisters looked at each other with smiles. After that, the four left from the same vent. The sounds of thuds echoed for a while before they faded off into the distance.

Richter glanced at his roommate, who was sound asleep. He turned to his bunk and shoved the sword under the bunk. "If they find the sword, it's all orge. Hehehe. . . I love the classic Shrek jokes. Sooner we give this sword back, the sooner we can escape. . . and save Zeldaaaa~! My man's crying for too long, like be for real. . . His simp is literally oozing out."

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"Ah-choo!" Link, located in a different part of the Men's division rubbed his nose. "Someone must be talking shit about me. . ."

"Of course! That crying gave us all a headache!" Pit said.

Shulk nodded, staring at the ceiling in his bed.

"Hey, guys. Imagine we just wasted our time here just to find out Min-Min actually does have the sword! At least it was worth the effort to rescue them! What matters most is that we did our best out there!"

"Joker Soloed the whole thing, Mates," Shulk said.

"Not to mention, we got caught. . . I bet Robin's laughing at our cis asses. . ." Link muttered.

"Shaddup! At least we did something!" Pit pouted.

Before the trio closed their eyes in sync, the alarm of the whole facility of GCP went off.

"Ohhhh sheeet!" The trio lifted their backs at the same time.

"So loud. . ." Ike used the pillow to nullify the sounds of a siren ringing in his ear. Carly stared at the red flashing lights through the bars and grinned.

"Well, this is gonna be fun."

"Ahhh! What the hell?!" Robin hurried out of her tent and stared at the flashing lights. "Seriously?! What's gonna on here?!"

Joker looked back at the building, along with the three that accompanied him. Just barely made it outside of the facility.

"We lucky cats, yes?" Min-Min said, jogging alongside Joker.

"Yes. . ."

"Super lucky! Meow!" Morgana said.

"It seems they found out. . . we've escaped. I'm surprised you kept the alarm from going off until this ungodly midnight hour." Mythra smirked, looking at Min-Min's back.

"Aiya, don't talk to Min-Min like we buddies," Min-Min said, flipping her off.

Pyra giggled. "I'm so glad we're outta here~!"

Sephiroth from the Pretty Pink Room was also receiving the same alarm sound. He stared at the bottom that was recently stabbed with his counterfeit sword and stared at the body. "I feel it. . ."

"ESCAPED PRISONERS FROM THE WOMEN'S DIVISION! EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN!"

"My sword is near. . ."