"Welcome everyone! Today, we celebrate! For Percival has arrived!"

"Yay!" "Woohoo!" "When can we eat- OW!" "Shut up, Lancer."

"And not only has he arrived. But a new, unexpected servant as well!"

"Huh?" "That's odd." "Who could they be?" "Goddamnit Archer, my head hurts."

"Ladies and Gents. Another version of Sir Mordred has arrived! Isn't it wonderful! Though when I saw Master with Da Vinci san and Mash, she looked like she saw a ghost…"

"WHAT!" "Another one… oh great." "Can she surf?!" "Pipe down, Mordred, the surfer one." "Yes, beach Father."

"Everyone, allow me to present… Mordred Pendragon! Now, Mordred, come over here."

'Aw, great. Another fucking 'me' that I'll have to deal with.' the Knight of Treachery thought as she sulked at the corner of the cafeteria's counter. While holding an ice pack on top of her head.

"You seem to be… displeased." Emiya, who went into the server's side of the counter after he finished dealing with a pesky Lancer impatient about when to eat, said as he grabbed a mug from the bottom shelf of the counter.

"No fucking shit. Sherlock." Mordred replied with a scowl.

"Language. And don't use my name in the same sentence as profanities." said Ruler class Sherlock Holmes as he sat 2 seats away from the Knight of Treachery.

The reply he got was a middle finger.

"I will pretend to not see that." Holmes said as he placed his smoke pipe onto the table. "Now, hand me a Burgundy, Archer."

"I know. I know." the bowman replied as he prepared the beverage for the detective. Without glancing at the person, he asked the Knight of Treachery,

"What do you want, Sir Mordred?"

"A way to leave this hell on earth." She absentmindedly replied. Not having the mental strength to keep it in her.

"Now, that's an interesting demand." Holmes said as his curiosity piqued.

"Don't. Fucking. Dare." Mordred threatened. "This day's already gone to shit the moment that came along." Following the Knight of Treachery's pointed hand, Holmes glanced to see the other newly acquired servant.

"Ah. the Doppleganger." Holmes said with an exasperated look. "What is it with red clad people and their tendencies to hate themselves? I can never seem to figure out a conclusive answer to that."

It was almost invisible, but if you looked close enough. You could see Archer stiffen for half a second. Mordred didn't understand what Holmes meant. Nor did she care.

"Why the hell are you here, again?" Mordred asked the detective.

"Something piqued my interest." Sherlock explained as he grabbed his newly prepared drink from the red bowman. "And in light of such development, I decided to act upon my curiosity."

"And it would appear that said interest is just watching the brooding mess right beside you." Archer sarcastically commented as he grabbed an empty beer mug from one of the shelves.

"Oh, please. Sir Archer. It's not that. My interest is directed to my Burgundy. Why would I, a renowned detective, stoop so low as to find pleasure in the deconstruction of a servant's state of mind?" Holmes retorted.

"Can the both of you shut the hell up?! My head is aching from all the noise you two are making." Mordred shouted. But after a few seconds, she spoke again. Glaring at the silver armoured version of her that's being shoved into the spotlight.

"Everything about the 'me' over there makes my blood boil. The way she walks, the way she stares at people, and even the way she fucking talks makes me want to jam a fist up her ass! I can't fucking stand her."

"And care to share why?" Archer calmly asked as he placed a beer mug in front of the Knight.

"It's probably because of her altercation with her new self down the hallway a couple of minutes prior to this." Holmes suggested nonchalantly.

"And how the hell do you know that?" Mordred glared at the detective again. "Oh wait. You're Sherlock fucking Holmes! That's why. You can tell whether or not a guy's a porn addict by looking at his hand. You can tell if a bitch is cheating by looking at her lips. You can tell if someone's a murderer by looking at their kitchen. No wonder you found out about it!"

She said the last part sarcastically. Much to Emiya's slight pleasure. He did not want to be labelled as a murderer due to the state of his kitchen. Because that would bring in some of the more manic servants to him thinking he was one of them. Which he certainly is not.

"I was watching the drama unfold with my own eyes." Holmes calmly explained. "It took quite some time for your altered father to spring into action and bludgeon you to unconsciousness."

"No wonder that bump in your head is that severe. You tampered with Saber's food, haven't you?" Archer inquired

"Well…" Mordred said as she went into flashback mode.

Flashback…

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

The voice of the Knight of Treachery, Mordred Pendragon, echoed through the halls as everyone who was at the intersection stayed deathly silent. Except for the facepalm of Dr Romani, no one made a sound for what seems like an eternity. If 30 seconds = eternity.

The Red Prince, or should I say the Crimson King (Haven't really stuck to one yet cuz I like both nicknames but it depends on you the reader to tell me which one sounds nicer in the review section.), didn't mind the voice. She was too occupied with the Blue King of Knights that she bumped into.

As she stepped back from the Blue Saber, Red Prince Mordred said, "Forgive me, Father. I did not see you there."

The reply was a cold and distant glare aimed at the Crimson King, who couldn't help but shudder. The Blue King of Knights then said,

"It's very rare for me to hear such an apology from you, Mordred. As far as I'm concerned you just run away at first sight of me."

She was very annoyed with meeting her "son" today, as always. But she was intrigued. She knew that she was addressing a completely different Mordred right now; she saw her version of Mordred scream in such a vulgar manner before noticing the Red Prince. After bumping into her, Saber expects that the Mordred in front of her will either step far from her or run away altogether like Mordred - the one she knows as well as the surfer one- does every time they meet. But no. This Mordred is still standing tall like nothing has affected her.

The Blue Saber noticed something intriguing with not only the armour the Mordred in front of her was wearing but the way the Red Prince carries herself. It was like, how can she put it? It was like meeting her other Kingly versions. The Alter one. The Well Endowed one. The Altered Well Endowed one. And to some extent, the Lily one. They all had a similar aura when they moved. Something Kings would have, Saber guessed. Whatever it was, the Mordred she bumped into has that.

"Is that so?" Crimson King Mordred mused as she realised that this version of her father isn't the one she remembered. (Well, her father and the father before her look exactly the same but just different in most regards) She then proceeded to say,

"Well, I suppose if I were your Mordred, I would do so. But then again, Kings never scamper at the sight of Kings, now do the-."

"HOLD THE FUCK UP!" The Knight of Treachery said as she shoved Romani to the side and grabbed the Red Prince at her fur-collared cape.

"Who the fuck are you?! And… what the hell are you wearing?!" the Knight of Treachery screamed as she glanced upon the red cape with fur linings the Crimson King has as well as the silver armour with gold linings at the edges.

'And why does it look familiar…' The Knight of Treachery thought as she noticed that the Crimson King's armour somewhat reminded her of a certain purple-haired knight.

"I'm guessing that I'm… you. Basically, at least." The Crimson King, Mordred Pendragon, replied. "For the second one, this cape came from Father. The rest is another story entirely."

"No,no,no. You can't be me." The Knight of Treachery said in denial. She then walked to Romani and grabbed him by the collar and shouted, "Tell me that isn't me! Father would've never given anything to me. So who are you, really?" Whilst pointing at the Crimson King.

"What do you mean father doesn't give you anything?" The Crimson King asked her counterpart as she tilted her head to the blue King of Knights - who avoided her stare, "I'm pretty sure Father gave you something of value once in your life."

"Well, we're different!" the Knight of Treachery exclaimed as she forcibly threw aside the Doctor. She was so enraged that she didn't notice that she threw Romani towards Saber Lily - who had to catch him before he fell.

'Why do I feel like I have the sudden urge to beat the shit out of this version of me?' Mordred silently wondered as she glared at the confused Red Prince - who was clearly unaware of the life the Knight of Treachery went through. 'It's never been this bad with the surfboarding maniac. So, why am I angry at her?!"

As she neared her counterpart, Mordred then proceeded to point at the Crimson King again and said, "Earlier you said something in the line of "King's don't run away from other Kings. What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Uh… How about we talk about it later?" The Red Prince proposed. Already a bit tired from her counterpart screaming at her, "I just got here and I want to meet everyone first. Wouldn't want to miss out on the big party that I've been hearing from Dr. Romani."

"Th-That's right!" Dr. Romani said as he managed to compose himself after being thrown like a rock, "Sir Mordred, if you may, can we have this conversation in another time, Prince Mordred over here will gladly speak with you. Just not no- OW!"

Romani was once again thrown aside. Causing Saber Lily to catch him once more. But the fall and catch weren't the only things that happened. When Mordred pushed Romani aside to make a move on the Red Prince, she bumped into someone. Causing said someone to drop the burger they were eating. But Mordred didn't care.

It's too bad that the Knight of Treachery didn't realise the gravity of what she's done.

"Whatever. I'll deal with you later." the Knight of Treachery told her counterpart. Getting too close for the Red Prince's liking. But the Knight of Treachery didn't care even then. But there was something that piqued her interest.

"You suddenly became quiet. Cat got your tongue or wha-BANG". From outta nowhere, did a sword come forth to bludgeon the Knight of Treachery into the ground. Causing the floor to crack because of it.

"You should've thought twice to mess with my food. My dear son." When the shock within the Red Prince faded, she looked up to see the culprit of her counterpart's current state. It was her father. Or rather. The other one. The one wearing a black dress and is - was - eating a burger.

"a-a-a-Alter me! Why would you do such a horrible thing?" Saber Lily said as she ran towards her once and future son. "It was an accident! Mordred wouldn't purposefully mess with your food."

Alter now felt guilty for what she did. But she isn't backing down. "If it wasn't for that meddling brat, then my burger wouldn't have been soiled by the dirt of the floor."

"I-if it makes you feel any better, Sir Emiya's prepared food of all sorts for the upcoming party. Maybe if you ask him, you might get another burger to replace the one you lost." Romani said after recovering from being tossed.

"...You're lucky that your punishment was just a head slam." Said Saber Alter said as she willed her sword into disappearance whilst walking away. "I shall leave now."

Saber Alter's threatening words would've struck fear upon the Knight of Treachery had said Knight not been rendered unconscious. Meanwhile, a certain ruler servant watched from a distance with a hidden expression of amusement.

Flashback End…

Emiya then looked towards the Knight of Treachery with an expression akin to pity. But knowing the adverse reaction Mordred has against such emotion, he masked his face with indifference. Emiya then turned to where Sherlock was and saw that the detective was glancing at the doorway into the cafeteria.

"Something wrong, detective?" Emiya asked as he then placed a hamburger beside Mordred's beer. In the hopes of cheering her up a bit.

"In 1 minute's time, that door will open." Sherlock answered vaguely as he took a sip from his drink.

"Yeah, so?" Mordred asked as she bit down on her burger and took a large gulp of her beer. Her anger and frustration were soothed a bit because of it.

"Well, let's just say that something very interesting will happen." Sherlock then looked back towards Emiya's general direction and gave him a knowing look that the Archer servant interpreted as: nothing good.

Meanwhile, outside the cafeteria. Sir Lancelot was conversing with Sir Percival as a means to catch up and somewhat distract him from the surprise the youthful version of his liege had prepared for him. He was having a pleasant time conversing with his comrade. Talking about the adventures he'd had here in Chaldea and in turn was listening to some of Percival's exploits. It was refreshing, to say the least. His annoyance and irritation towards a certain Knight of Treachery almost forgotten.

"I have to ask, Sir Lancelot. I heard through rumours that you had fought Sir Mordred earlier this day. Is that true?" Percival asked with genuine curiosity. Unbeknownst to the Holy Knight however, the Knight of the Lake grimaced at the mention of the duel.

"So the rumours have spread even to your ear… Indeed. Sir Mordred and I fought in the training grounds before I came to your quarters to fetch you. Sir Mordred was adamant that we spar for reasons unknown. She had done so to the other members of the Round table before me, so I expected it." Lancelot explained.

"I see. That thirst for battle still inhabits our fellow Knight still. It's quite refreshing to know that some things never change." Sir Percival said with a light smile on his face. Lancelot had a neutral expression when he heard it. He could not fathom the idea that Percival always found a bright side when it comes to people. He also did not agree that Mordred's lust for a fight was a good thing.

"You should not speak of Sir Mordred in that manner. She is very volatile and vulgar. Her brash nature as well as her desire to constantly pick a fight only makes her worse than she already is." Lancelot reprimanded the Holy Knight as he saw the door to the cafeteria - where the surprise for Percival was waiting for him.

"And you should not hate your fellow Knight, Sir Lancelot. It's understandable for Sir Mordred to act that way because maybe she finds joy in spending time with you and the others. Deep down, she's a good person." Percival reasoned.

"Then be my guest, Sir Percival. Take up arms against her. And see how wrong you are." Lancelot then took a step inside the cafeteria whilst he sternly looked at the Holy Knight. Only taking his eyes off the man when he heard a plate fall to the floor. He turned around and saw Sir Mordred - the subject of their discussion. And what he noticed was something very odd.

Genuine joy and happiness. Directed towards him. By the Knight of Treachery himself.

"Lancelot! I can't believe you're here." Crimson King then broke into a run with a bright smile on her face before closing in on the Knight of the Lake with a jumping hug. Lancelot had no choice but to catch her. The moment their bodies collide each other, Mordred trapped Lancelot in a bear hug. As if she didn't want to ever let her go.

It's safe to say a lot of jaws had dropped when this happened. With the occasional, 'I called it', from Sherlock. The stupefied Lancelot glanced around as he was finding someone to help him out in figuring what the heck was going on. But was even more floored when he saw the Knight of Treachery coughing up beer whilst being tended to by the Red Archer, Emiya.

"Sniff… I thought I'd never see you again…" Said the Red Prince to Lancelot as she tried to hold back her tears. Clearly remembering a traumatic moment in her life that involved the Knight of the Lake. She was unconsciously hugging the man at this point. Making him even more confused.

"...Can someone please explain what's going on?" Lancelot asked. A question everyone in the cafeteria wanted to know.