Ojamajo Propane 2.5: Episode Purple

Chapter 1: The Amnesia of Onpu Segawa

LOCATION: MISORA TV STATION. TIME: 12:00AM.

Fluorescent lights hummed as they illuminated the cold stone floor of the former Misora TV station. It was a dark, grim sight. The place looked abandoned, papers were littered everywhere, desks were overturned and started showing the slightest signs of rotting wood, grime and mould decorated the walls, and graffiti was ominously scribbled in random places, which read, "THE CREATOR IS UNSTABLE," "PEACE WAS A MISTAKE," and "DANGER IS LURKING AROUND EVERY TURN." It was like an utter warzone.

Lying on the floor was a pale-skinned, purple-haired girl, looking around 9 or 10 years old. The girl stirred, with hazy vision as she woke up. Her head felt empty, almost blank, as if a giant eraser had been applied to her brain. She couldn't remember her name, who she was, where she came from, or who her friends and enemies were.

"W-where am I?" she stammered. Questions started circling around in her head. "Who am I? Why am I here? How am I alive? What is the purpose of my existence?" As she asked herself each new question, the girl started to cradle her head whilst her wide, shocked, purple eyes filled with tears. She quickly recollected herself though, but she had to find the truth, and fast!

Suddenly, a ringing sound was heard in the distance. BRRRIIINNNGGG! BRRRIIINNNGGG! BRRRIIINNNGGG! The girl looked around herself for a few seconds, before discovering that she was sitting next to an old, ancient-looking telephone. Not knowing if she should trust it or not, she grabbed the cord and answered it.

KSSSHHH! "Hello? Hello?" a voice crackled. "Onpu? Onpu? You're alive?!"

"I'm… Onpu?" responded the girl. "My name is Onpu?"

"Yes, you're Onpu Segawa! The famous child idol!" crackled the voice over the phone. "Don't you remember?"

"I don't remember anything… anything at all… it's quite strange."

"Yeah, I know what happened. You were hit with a condition called amnesia. In other words, you have memory loss." the phone stated. "Uh, listen to me, you're in safe hands now, I'm going to get you out of here. You won't see me, nor will you ever learn my name, but rest assured, you will leave this facility with all of your memories restored.

Now, the road will be perilous. Uh, you will have to fight legions of clones on the way here. You remember King of the Hill, right? That show about a Texan man selling propane and propane accessories? Yeeeeeaahhh, that got cancelled, our president went mad, and he shot all of the employees except for me and you.

Now, you know that grey sludge around you? That is known as the Essence. It was blended in along with the dead employees' body parts in order to make the clones. Now, the clones are recognizable characters from King of the Hill, but they act nothing like themselves. They will try to kill you as time goes on. Let's call this a zombified state.

I have modified your pollon, or magical wand, or whatever you want to call it, to kill off these clones. It has now been loaded into this ray-gun you see here, so that you no longer have to say a magical incantation to fire it. You probably can't even remember said magical incantation anyways. Kids these days, all playing magical girls and stuff.

A-Anyways, you are currently in the practice chamber, we'll set you up with some target practice in a minute. And remember, if any clones enter the room, don't be scared, just kill, kill, kill."

KSSSHHH! The phone hung up. Onpu nervously clutched a ray-gun looking device with her pollon inserted into it. Kill, kill, kill. she thought to herself. They're not even alive anyways. Or are they? Am I taking millions of innocent lives? Or were those innocent lives already taken? Ack! What even is my morality?

Suddenly, a mechanical rack came trundling along, with hooks attached to it, with several bodies hanging off them. The bodies looked unnatural, almost man-made. Not only did their body parts hang precariously off them, but their bloodshot eyes bulged out of their sockets. They were covered in a grey goo-like substance, probably the supposed "Essence" that kept them together. They were stiff and lifeless, not even moving a single muscle. Judging from an old poster that had become dog-eared, these were dead clones of the fictional main protagonist of King of the Hill, the one named "Hank Hill."

KSSSHHH! "Alright, you know what to do. Shoot these clones DEAD!" announced the phone. "Don't worry, you're not a psycho killer, they're already zombified."

Reluctantly, Onpu aimed her ray-gun at the clone. This seemed to be a do-or-die situation, and this was only the tutorial. Taking several deep breaths, she slowly pulled the trigger. A brilliant purple light shot out from one end of the ray-gun, and hit the Hank Hill clone. BAM! The clone exploded, sending a shower of grey goo everywhere, and ceased to exist. She had done it! Two other clones leaped down from above to avenge their dead comrade, but Onpu managed to also dispatch of them as soon as they had been sent out.

"Try rotating that multi-coloured toggle on your ray-gun." suggested the phone.

Onpu immediately complied, eventually turning the toggle towards purple. When she fired her next shot, a beam of purple electricity jolted out of the ray-gun, managing to stab through two clones at the same time. More Essence covered the room. This was getting easy. Too easy. After all of the clones had been eliminated, there was a moment of silence.

"Well done, Test Subject Number 35,000. I'm surprised you even survived." crackled the phone. "Most test subjects usually don't make it this far. Test subject, you ask? Well, we at Misora TV Corporation are looking for a way to bring our president back to sanity. Unfortunately, most get killed before they even reach the first clone army. You seem to be exceptionally talented. However, we've never had a magical girl as a test subject before. But don't think you can just breeze through this, the going is only about to get tougher."

And at that, a large automatic door lifted up to reveal an empty room, in which stood an entire army of clones. They all seemed to be more alert, and were holding standard machine guns in hand.

"This is Test No. 1, the 100-clone army. Good luck, you're gonna need it."

TO BE CONTINUED.