Chapter 42: The Greatest Show
The saltless air wasn't something Momo had ever expected to have taken for granted, but after almost a week of being out at sea, she was glad to be returning to the Collibus Hills.
As the skyship slowly landed back down on the runway, Momo and the others watched Kaibara, Tsuburaba, and Awase step out from their aerial vehicle, and we're now waiting for herself, Aoyama, and Kaminari to do the same, something she was more than happy to do.
"Ah, finally, solid ground that isn't a steel ship or an island surrounded by miles and miles of ocean," the raven-haired woman said, as she tapped her foot on the pavement. Looking over to her temporary mission comrade, she said, "I thank you for your help, Kaminari-san."
"Please, Kaminari-san is my father's name, you can call me Denki."
"Oh. Well, I guess you can call me Momo… when we're off-mission."
Denki scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I figured. If I ever do go on one of these missions again, I'll probably take back my old family name. But until then… Hi, I'm Denki Jiro."
Momo snorted at that. "Nice to meet you."
"Okay!" Awase clapped his hands. "I filled out the paperwork with Yoarashi, he and his buddies we'll roll the skyships into the hangars. I'm ready for the debrief with Aizawa, you?"
"I'm ready for that myself," Momo said. "Let's see what General Aizawa is up to…"
"I'm sorry, what do you mean by you exorcised the mummy?"
That was not something Momo was expecting to hear when she got to Aizawa's office. From the looks of it, she could see Monoma, Kendo, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kodai there. She wasn't sure if this was all of the culprits, but she was fairly sure that they were the key players.
Did she believe that what Aizawa asked was absolutely ridiculous? Yes. Did she believe that it happened? Also yes. Come on, this was her unit, the SREU, they were talking about. If she heard rumors about one of them magically transforming into a dragon to bang another dragon, she would believe them, no question asked, because those were the people she rolled with.
"It means we removed that undead creep's spirit from the world, mostly with fire and holy water," Bakugou said. "The fucker practically melted like he was the Wicked Witch of the West!"
"Don't smile about that!" Kendo shouted. "It was horrible! He was screaming in pain!"
"And it would have been us if I didn't act fast enough!"
"Oh, by setting him alight with flammable Axe Body Spray?"
"Mummies are weak to fire, it's Fantasy Lore 101!" Bakugou argued. "I had to make sure we didn't give him the chance to curse us with a plague or some kind of incurable disease!"
Kirishima scratched his head. "I dunno, we could have at least talked to him…"
"Yeah, that went out the window as soon as he opened his eyes and the first thing that came out of his mouth was "You will all die," Shitty Hair! Or did you not hear that part?"
"Can we please stop with the shouting match?" Aizawa asked. "Now, in summary, because of your actions during your Lara Croft LARPing session, you indirectly eliminated the source of negative vibes the elven scouts picked up from the ziggurat. Negative vibes that were most likely affiliated with the Enlightened Evil. Yes? Well, then I don't see any problem here."
Kendo blinked at that. "What? But, General Aizawa –"
"I understand that you feel regret for your actions. However, last I checked, there isn't a spell that allows someone to time travel – Bakugou, don't answer that," the old general said. "While that death may have been preventable, what has happened happened, and in my personal opinion, your lives are worth more to me than that of some random mummy. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now, if you still feel bad about what happened, I recommend you visit General Kayama for a psychiatric evaluation. In the meantime, you're all dismissed, I have to speak to Lieutenant Yaoyorozu about her report," Aizawa said, looking straight at Momo.
The five soldiers turned around and left, with Monoma and Kodai giving a quick wave to Momo, as she was left alone with Aizawa in his office. "That sounded tiresome."
"You don't know the half of it," the old man sighed. "I presume yours is just as bad?"
"Ehh, it's somewhat hard to tell, given that, while my team did take down a sea monster, our methods weren't anywhere as memorable as using flammable deodorant and holy water."
"Oh?" Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Well, go ahead, start from the beginning."
"Yes, sir."
"It's official: You're all getting the night off."
Momo blinked at what she just heard. "Could you… repeat that?"
"No, your ears aren't clogged, Yaoyorozu, you heard me correctly," Aizawa said. "In the last week, your team has managed to take down a member of the Enlightened Evil and his followers while aiding the lizardmen, removed a potential member of the from the Rupes Desert, and killed a sea monster that had a stranglehold on the northern seas, while also removing a potential piece for the Enlightened Evil to try and recruit. Do you know what that means?"
"That… we're doing a lot of good?"
"That you're doing a lot of good with no breaks," Aizawa said. "I'm not a slave driver. I don't only authorize vacations when I am legally required to by the labor laws of Japan. I can order you to take it easy for a single night. And that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm ordering you to take it easy."
"Oh. I see…"
"The entire world isn't going to end just because you decided to not work for a single night," the black-haired general said. "Look, I know from some hearsay that there's a circus coming for a visit tonight at Collibustown. Why don't you and your unit go there? As civvies."
"I guess… that wouldn't be too bad…?"
"Glad to hear that. Go have fun. Dismissed."
Interestingly enough, everyone was on-board with the idea.
A night on the town seemed like just the thing everyone needed to relax before returning to their usual life-or-death missions tomorrow morning. So, Momo told them to meet her up at the base of Collibustown, and walk around before heading to the visiting circus troupe.
As she was waiting for the others, Momo looked around. Her idea of having a town where both Japan and the locals of the Special Region were able to co-exist seemed like a pie-in-the-sky idea six months ago, but now, after all this time, it had become a reality.
All around her, the Yaoyorozu girl could see people walking through merchant stalls as they sold their wares, creatures of varying sizes pulling around carts and wagons, taverns full of patrons, and people building and making repairs on their homes. Hard to imagine that this all didn't exist half a year ago, and that there was a time this entire place was the site of a massacre.
I guess you can't stamp out an indomitable spirit…
"Yo, Yaomomo!"
Momo turned around to see that Kirishima was the first one to arrive, wearing something other than his uniform, and he wasn't alone. Wrapping her arms around him was Ashido.
"Oh, so you're making this a date night?"
"You know it!" the redhead said. "Shame that Todoroki couldn't make it…"
"Yes, he is still quite busy with his siblings," Momo sighed. "And bedsides even if he wanted to come, this is only happening for tonight so he wouldn't be able to make it. Shame, really."
"Ah, don't worry!" Kirishima smiled. "They'll always be a next time!"
"Yeah, unless we all die tomorrow to the enemy."
There's only one person I know who has that brand of optimism. Momo turned to another direction, to see Bakugou walking towards them. "I'm surprised you joined us."
"Hey, I already said I was on-board when you pitched this idea a couple hours back, didn't I?" the ash-blond said. "And besides, I've got a sneaking suspicion something's gonna go down."
"As paranoid as ever, I see."
Rin. One by one, everyone joined up with their group, with some of them bringing along some friends they made during their time at the Special Region. Eventually, as the sun began to dip over the horizon, they made their way towards where the giant tent was.
Overall, it wasn't as impressive as the ones Momo went to see as a child, but then again, these people didn't have the same aesthetic capabilities as those of 21st century Japan, and the circuses Momo went to were the top of the line. Only the best for the Yaoyorozu heiress.
Momo internally cringed. Oh, God, that sounds so pretentious…
Still, it had some charm to it. The tent was roughly fifty meters in height, with blue and orange colors decorating the fabrics. Little round lights were flying all around, most likely made with magic, and there were posters featuring the acts outside the entryway.
"Oooh, I bet this is gonna be good," Komori cheered.
Kodai nodded. "Mm. Haven't been to one since my mom took me."
"Think we're gonna see any clowns?" Tsuburaba asked.
"Nah, you'd make them look bad in comparison," Kaibara joked.
"Yeah, well, if I'm a clown, then you're the entire circus."
"Mm, I do wonder if we are going to see a mime," Aoyama said.
"Why would you want to see a sad French clown?"
As everybody laughed, Momo purchased the tickets, and the group was ushered in. Walking up the stands, the black-haired woman could see that it was a full house. Plenty of people she recognized were sitting in the long seats, from Tsunoroti and Mineta, to the Jiros, to even… General Kayama and Kurogiri? Well, that's a surprise. The point she was trying to make was that it seemed the majority of the Collibustown residents were here for the show tonight, including some of the members of the JSDF, and those Momo didn't recognize.
Quickly sitting down in the first open seat she could find, Momo watched the others scramble to sit down as well, and then… the lights dimmed. From the darkness, a single spotlight lit up, and in the middle of the circus pit, was a blond man dressed up as some kind of… jester?
"Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages!" the jester announced, loud enough to be heard by everyone. "The Circus of Laughter is proud to present… the Sultan of Smiles, the Crown Prince of Chuckles, the Grim Tickler himself, the star of our circus… MR. COMPRESS!"
A second spotlight came to life, as out from the back came a giant, flightless bird, almost like an ostrich completely covered in pink feathers, running all around the pit, as on top of the bird was a man in an orange-and-black outfit, wearing a white mask, and a tall hat with a feather.
Guess that must be Mr. Compress, Momo figured.
Jumping off the giant bird, the masked man gave a bow to the crowd, before the flightless avian ran off, turned around, and began to charge at Mr. Compress. The clown seemed to be expecting it, however, as he suddenly pulled out a red cloth out of nowhere, as if he was a matador, egging the bird further. The pink bird ran towards him, into the red cloth, and –
BOOM!
– exploded into smoke and confetti.
"Whoa! No way!" Uraraka gasped. "How'd he do that?!"
"I have to admit, that was pretty impressive," Monoma agreed.
That seemed to be the sentiment amongst most of the audience, as Momo saw everyone either laughing or cheering at the man's antics, including herself. "If you love clowns, this is the place to be!" he announced. "You're going to leave laughing, that is a Mr. Compress guarantee!"
The rest of Mr. Compress' acts were standard circus fare, from dancing around with some volunteers, juggling balls while telling jokes, sawing pretty ladies in half, and throwing pies at whatever poor clown was in his general direction. Not bad, in Momo's opinion.
And then the trapeze act came on, and, hoo boy.
The floor suddenly lit up in a blue light, as glowing pink ribbons, the size of platforms, erupted from the ground, and from the roof of the tent, a tall man with a goatee jumped down, alongside a short woman with red pigtails, both of them wearing matching purple suits.
"Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages! Put your hands together for the world's greatest trapeze artists! THE GENTLE CRIMINAL, AND HIS LOVELY ASSISTANT, LA BRAVA!"
As the two acrobats kept falling down, inching ever closer and closer towards the ground, they suddenly grabbed two glowing hoops that appeared out of nowhere, and began spinning around in the middle of the air, before suddenly doing several flips, and landing safely.
"We thank you, Collibus Hills, for inviting us here!" the tall man, Gentle Criminal announced. "I suggest that those of a weak constitution leave now, as even the slightest mistake, will send myself and the lovely La Brava plummeting to our deaths! Now, on with the show!"
Well, that certainly raised the stakes, Momo thought to herself.
In the end, the two trapeze artists made it out unscathed.
It was clear to Momo that those two were professionals, as they flew through the air, danced a waltz on top of a tightrope, before using that same rope as their own makeshift trampoline, and then doing yet another freefall, which ended in them getting consumed in confetti...
FWOOSH!
…which bursted into flames.
"THAT WAS AWESOME!" Kendo cheered.
"HELL YEAH, IT WAS!" Awase agreed.
Momo clapped along with the rest of the audience, as the trapeze artists bowed one last time before the adoring crowd. They were certainly good, on par with the performers of Cirque du Soleil back home, but nowhere near the same budget and number of performers. But she wasn't going to spoil the fun of everyone else by nitpicking some minor details.
All in all, the trapeze act was certainly a step up from Mr. Compress' hour-long routine. It was clear to Momo that this circus knew what would excite the crowd, and they saved the more thrilling acts for the latter half of the performance. Now, I wonder what's next…
"FLAMING DEATH!"
The music from the orchestra suddenly got more intense, as everyone's eyes snapped to attention, looking straight towards the blond jester, only now, he was wearing a black-and-white suit, and all around the pit, there were duplicates of him. Exact ones, down to the last detail.
"I hold in my hands, the spear!" the jester said. "The spear that decides whether the star of our show, Mr. Compress, lives or dies this very evening! In a few short moments, my doubles will have the stage ready, and when that happens… Mr. Compress shall appear… bound!"
Oh, I get it, Momo realized. They're doing a Houdini.
Right on cue, the masked man was rolled in on a cart by two of the jester's clones, his arms, legs, and upper body completely bound in chains. And on the other side of the tent, two more of the clones rolled in… a giant crossbow on wheels, pointed right at Mr. Compress.
"In a moment, I will set this speat aflame, and place it within the crossbow, right across the bound Mr. Compress, aimed straight to his heart! The crossbow will be triggered when this bell's chime is heard, in thirty seconds from when Mr. Compress begins to try and free himself! Our star's only hope of survival is if he manages to free himself, in less than thirty seconds!"
"Oh, this is either gonna be really good… or really bad," Rin said.
Monoma snorted, "Relax, I'm pretty sure they won't let the guy die."
The Yaoyorozu heiress had to agree with her second-in-command on that one. Aside from the fact that there were children here, and seeing a man getting speared would be absolutely horrifying, it would just be bad for business. These people came here for some thrills, not to see someone die. If they wanted to watch that, then they'd go to a Todorokian gladiator arena.
Yes, those were real, she asked Shoto.
The blond jester walked to the crossbow, putting in the spear, and setting the tip alight. "The stage is ready, our brave Mr. Compress has been bound, his time starts… NOW!"
The music became a drumroll, as everyone watched Mr. Compress twitching around with his bounds, the chains shaking, but never coming off. Let me guess, he's going to suddenly take them all off at the last second? Momo wondered to herself. That is such a cliche...
Momo held her tongue, though, as everyone was dead silent, watching the act. The only sounds that could be heard were the drums of the orchestra and the rattling of the chains. Ten seconds past, and not a single lock fell, then another ten seconds passed, the chains getting louder.
This guy is totally faking it. Momo could already see it now: Mr. Compress was making the chains get louder so it would make it seem like he was getting more desperate. It was probably to trick the skeptics in the audience into having them think he was in actual danger.
He's fine. He's completely… fine… right?
The last ten seconds were here, and Momo could practically hear everyone mentally counting down. The chains became even louder, as suddenly, one his hands was free, and –
THWIP!
At the very millisecond the crossbow went off, the music stopped. Everyone watched as the flaming spear was launched, goring from across the circus pit, straight towards its target –
THUNK!
– through his hand, and the tip appeared again, right out of his back.
Momo could feel the color leave her body. The man had been skewered. Everything was quiet for less than a second, and then… she could hear Mr. Compress' voice.
"AAAAA–"
"KODAI!" Momo shouted to her team's medic.
"Mm!" Kodai nodded, as she leapt to her feet. "Out of the way, this is an emergency –"
"-HA!" Mr. Compress shouted, as his hand suddenly moved, and the spear… wasn't even through his chest. In fact, it wasn't even poking out from any part of his body. With a better look, everyone saw that one end of the spear was in his hand, and the other, in his other hand. It was almost as if his hands were the openings of a tunnel, and the spear had just… passed through.
And then, with a wave of his hands, he made the ends of the spear… disappear.
"Ta-da!" The masked man bowed.
And the audience cheered.
"...HE'S DONE IT AGAIN! MR. COMPRESS HAS CHEATED DEATH YET AGAIN!" the jester cheered, causing the orchestra to suddenly bring back the upbeat and triumphant music. Confetti fell from the top of the tent, and the audience began to cheer even more.
"He's… okay?" Momo weakly asked, sitting back down.
"Holy shit, I did not see that coming!" Kaibara yelled.
"Dude, same!" Tsuburaba agreed. "I thought he totally died!"
"THANK YOU, THANK YOU!" Mr. Compress said, as he kept bowing.
As the people of the Collibus Hills left the circus to go back home, Momo and her friend group exited the tent, walking towards the town, laughing and talking all the way there.
"Man, remember when that Gentle dude wrapped a cloth around his waist and swung around the whole place!" Awase said. "That was so cool! And the fire-breathing he did mid-way!"
"Yeah, that was impressive," Rin said. "How he managed not to burn any of us is beyond me."
"I'm more amazed that he didn't burn the cloth he was holding on from," Sato said.
As the others kept talking about how amazing the show was, Momo couldn't help but smile. Even if she herself was impressed by the acts, it didn't matter. She was there with her team, her friends. Sharing this experience with them was what mattered. And if they enjoyed it, good for them. She was more than happy knowing that they gained some new memories together.
"Yaomomo! YAOMOMO!"
"Huh?" Snapping out of her thoughts, Momo turned to see that Tsunotori of all people was running to her, along with… Mineta? Interesting. "Hey, Pony, did you enjoy the show?"
"Yeah, yeah, it was fine, whatever. But we've got a serious problem?"
"Problem?" Momo repeated, her face getting serious. "What kind of problem?"
"Our stuff is missing!" Mineta said, as the gnome jumped in anger. "We got robbed!"
"Huh? Robbed? By who?" Kirishima asked. "And what are you missing?"
"That's the thing, we don't know!" the blonde minotaur said. "One minute, we were enjoying the circus, and then the next, our coin pouches were empty! And I heard it's not just ours!"
"Really? Who else got robbed?" Kendo asked.
"A bunch of people!" Tsunotori said. "And it wasn't just their pockets that got cleaned out!"
"Yeah, it was homes, too!" Mineta exclaimed. "A lot of them are missing their cash, the Jiros said that some of their jewelry went missing, and the crystals Hagakure mines have just vanished!"
"Missing items? Homes ransacked?" Bakugou looked at Momo. "You don't think…?"
"Yeah, I'm jumping to the same conclusions," the black-haired woman said. "Only problem is the means and the timing. How could the circus performers rob everyone when they were too busy entertaining us? Not only that, but they managed to both pickpocket people who were watching the show, but also ransack their homes without anyone reporting any break-ins. How?"
"Perhaps I could be of some assistance."
Momo and the others looked to see a familiar shadow demon, along with his date. "Hello there, Kurogiri. I didn't think you'd take a day off, much less go on a date with General Kayama."
"It is fortunate that both those things happened, though," Kurogiri said. "While we were watching the performance, I felt something I am quite familiar with. Something… incriminating."
Momo narrowed her eyes. "And what sort of something is that?"
Atsuhiro Sako removed his mask and put it back on his wall, where the rest of his masks hung. Each one had their own face, their own story to tell, their own performance to live through vicariously. And the infamous Mr. Compress would help them do that.
As the magic lights dimly lit his wagon, he looked in the mirror to only see his handsome self staring back. Perfect, as usual. Looking down at his desk drawer, Atsuhiro slowly pulled out the spoils of what he gained today. Coins, jewels, oh, they were all so pretty! And all for him…
KNOCK-KNOCK!
That was odd. He wasn't expecting company. Bubaigawara was busy commanding his shadow clones to break down the tents so they could pack up and leave, and Tobira and Aiba were most likely staring into each others' eyes like lovesick puppies. Who could this possibly be?
Hiding his ill-gotten gains, Atsuhiro got up and walked to the side of his personal wagon, opened the door, and saw… two beautiful young women. "Ah, hello there. And you are…?"
"Hi, Mr. Compress!" the one wearing a black ponytail said cheerfully. "I'm Momo, and this is Itsuka! We were super big fans of your show! We just wanted to see more of you!"
"Oh? Well, you flatter me, my dear!" Atsuhiro said. "Come on in…"
As the two girls walked in, Atsuhiro closed the door behind him. "Wow, you've sure got a lot of masks in here! Do they help you with your magic acts?" the orange-haired one asked.
"No, no, my dear!" the brown-haired man said, as he sat down on one end of his bed. "They are simply for style! The real magic behind my acts is misdirection and sleight of hand!"
"That's amazing!" the dark-haired one, Momo said. "Is that what you did with the spear?"
"Yeah, that one was super scary!" Itsuka said. "How'd you escape from that one?"
"Now, now, a magician never reveals his secrets!" Atsuhiro said, but quickly saw the two of them beginning to pout. "Well, maybe I can… as long as you promise not to tell anyone!"
The two girls looked at each other, nodded, and smiled. ""We promise!""
"Alright then! So, my secret is this, the Item Box," Atsuhiro said, as the silver portal appeared before his hand. "It's a Divine Protection that allows me to open up portals into my own personal pocket dimension. That's how I am able to make things appear and disappear, and by opening my Item Box on two different ends, that was how I let the spear pass through me unharmed!"
""Wow, that's amazing!""
"Thank you, thank you," Atsuhiro said. "Now, tell me… what secrets are you hiding?"
Both the orange-haired and black-haired woman looked at each other smiling, and nodded. As they slowly unbuttoned their shirts, Atsuhiro took in the sight of… wires?
Wait a minute, were those recording devices –?
SLAM!
"GET ON THE GROUND, NOW!"
Shit.
All in all, a successful sting operation.
Thanks to Kurogiri's assistance, Momo was able to figure out that the perp was using some sort of ability to warp space in order to steal people's possessions. Not only that, but after reviewing the abilities of each of the performer's, there was only one person Momo reasonably deduced was capable of such a thing, all thanks to him being a cocky artist and just having to keep their audience on the edge of their seats with a flaming spear, of all things.
Not only that, but Kurogiri's natural talent for teleportation gates and warping was able to help Momo confirm her theory. All they needed to do after that was get a confession from their main suspect, and the rest of her crew would be able to move in and detain the perp.
Hence, hers and Kendo's "honeypot wearing a wire" routine.
By the end of the night, the JSDF was able to return all the stolen property to its rightful owners, and now, they were in the middle of launching a criminal investigation into the Circus of Laughter. Which was actually going to be somewhat of a problem, as now, Momo had to figure out under whose jurisdiction did this case fall under: Japan's or the Todoroki Empire's?
Ehh, problems for tomorrow. Right now, they had more pressing matters.
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" Mr. Compress shouted, as Bakugou and Kirishima dragged him towards the local jail. "I KNOW MY RIGHTS! I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO A LAWYER!"
"How the hell does he know about that?" Monoma asked.
"No idea," Momo said, as she looked over to the other end of the street, where Kodai and Komori were walking back. "Hey, guys. I take it you managed to return everything?"
"All down to the last spore!" Komori saluted her.
"That's good to hear," Momo said. "Now, about –"
"THIS IS UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT! I'LL SUE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!"
"Bakugou, could you please shut him up?!" Momo yelled. "I can't even… huh?"
Before the Yaoyorozu heiress could continue her sentence, she watched in bewilderment, as Kodai ran up to the unmasked Mr. Compress, and began examining his face.
"Uhh, Kodai, what are you doing?" Momo asked.
The blue-eyed woman ignored her commanding officer's question, as she let go of the brown-haired man, looking shcoked. Momo could even hear Kodai whisper, "It can't be…"
"Umm…" Mr. Compress was as confused as the others, but unlike Kodai's companions, he decided to try to get some answers. "Young lady, do I know you from somewhere –?"
"Atsuhiro Sako," the team medic said. "That's your name, isn't it?"
Momo, along with the rest of the team, stared at Kodai in surprise. They figured that Mr. Compress was a stage name, but how the hell did she know the dude's real name?
"Yes, what about it?" the kleptomaniacal magician asked.
Kodai gasped, covering her mouth, before asking, "Dad…?"
Momo could feel her brain pause.
What.
Everyone else's brains also paused for a moment, trying to figure out if what they heard was reality. But no one more so than the thieving performer, who was now closely examining Kodai. Mr. Compress blinked for a few seconds, before he opened his mouth and said one word.
Or, more specifically, a name.
"...Yui?"
There was a few seconds of silence, and then –
"""WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!"""
– everyone screamed their lungs out.
In all honesty, an appropriate response.
Author's Note: I'm a sucker for a few of the most iconic "they're related" theories in the MHA fandom, such as Inko being Nana Shimura's daughter, and the ever-popular Dad For One. But one that I particularly like is Yui Kodai being the daughter of Mr. Compress.
So, of course, I did it here. It'll be explained in detail in the next chapter, but for now, all you need to know is that Mr. Compress "abandoned" his family, and it resulted in the pervy personality that Kodai hides before her kuudere archetype. For those wondering the jester is actually Twice, and the bird Mr. Compress rolled in was a filolial from Shield Hero. As for the circus acts, the first one was inspired from Zombozo's debut in Ben 10, the trapeze act was from Madagascar 3, and the flaming spear was a mix between the Flaming Death from A Bug's Life and the Chinese circus from the Sherlock series. Now, I might have lost track of some of the comments, so if you don't see yours, I apologize.
valkrus: Well, it looks like season four of Rick and Morty had a few decent ideas in it, if my copied scene was able to make you laugh. But I am claiming the majority of the credit for Mummy's death, as the Wizard of Oz is in the public domain. Until next time!
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