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Remember, feedback is always appreciated. ","writing":"``How could you all be so [i]stupid[/i]?! Rakita may not have known better, but you three did!'' Rita shouts. We came home after leaving the teen pub, upon seeing us, Rita immediately took offense. I lower my head, tuning out Rita's ranting to think of my would-be murder. Who was she and why did she come after me? Her last words came to mind.\n\n[i]``Don't struggle little he-she, bow out with grace. They did.''[/i]\n\n The word `they' definitely implied others. If there were others like me, I had to meet them. Maybe they'd know more about what's happened to me. However, more importantly, there's something else I need to do for the time being. Lifting my head up, I make a single request.\n\n``Teach me how to fight in this world.'' \n\n``...and another thing! Wait...what?'' Rita asks, a bit surprised by sudden request. Runt, who had been in the kitchen the entire time, peeks his head out showing quite a bit of concern. Even the kittens seemed a bit shocked by my request. Not that I blame them, even as a human, I wasn't an actively violent person. The worst I'd do is a threat or two, but they were always empty. \n\n``If I'm going to be stuck in this world, I need to know how to defend myself. Otherwise another incident like earlier could happen,'' I explain to them. Rita sighs, rubbing the back of her head. She looks back to Runt, probably looking for support, only for him to shrug. Were they really this apprehensive about me learning to fight? Why? What's wrong with me wanting to learn how to fight?\n\n``I don't know how to explain this to you but...'' she looks back to Runt for support. Exhaling in defeat, Runt chimes in.\n\n``Rakita, you defi-defiinitely just got home like yesterday. It's not a good idea for you fight right now, definitely, definitely not a good idea.'' I tilt my head. Wouldn't that be more of a reason for me to learn since I'm new to this place? Prepared to voice my objection, Rita and Runt stare at me in a startled manner. The kittens and I exchange glances, worried about their parents' as neither say or do anything for a solid minute.\n\nAt the end of this awkward silent, once again, Rita and Runt sigh. Except this sigh felt more like one of defeat or resignation. For a brief moment, my body shudders. It felt as though someone had placed a hand on my shoulders. Looking over both my shoulders, I fail to find anyone or anything that wasn't already here. \n\n``Alright kiddo, you got your wish. Tomorrow we'll see about getting you enrolled in fighting classes,'' Rita announces then turns to her kittens, Chazz specifically, ``I expect you to make sure your sister doesn't get lost or hurt.''\n\n``Why me?!'' Chazz shouts. \n\nAs her answer, Rita pulls out a mirror from behind her back. Dale and I get a bit of a laugh out of our ridiculous appearance. Yet, Chazz grumbles, nevertheless although reluctantly, agrees to show me around the school. I get another bit of a chuckle out of Sora mumbling about she wanted to show me around the school. \n\nAfterwards, we sit at the dinner table to eat. Like earlier at Breakfast, it was relatively quiet. Not that I didn't appreciate it. Certainly, better than dinners had in the human world...\n\n[i]``Shut your fat (CENSORED) up! You no-neck bastard!''\n\n``Shut your skinny (CENSORED) up! You god (CENSORED) piece of (CENSORED)(CENSORED)!''\n[/i]\nAfter dinner, Runt and I head upstairs to my - eh - Rakita's room, presumably for a possible chat. Hopefully, I get more out of him than Rita. Granted...that would require talking to him. At the moment, I simply stare into my lap, twiddling my paw digits. I yelp a bit when Runt wraps an arm around me.\n\n``So...you and Rita are taking turns with me?'' I ask. Runt didn't immediately answer. Instead, he only looks at me with those sad eyes. Clearly, he had something to say, but couldn't find the heart or the way to say it. So instead of words, he places his forehead against mine. \n\n``Ya gotta see this, defi - definitely got to see this.'' \n\n[center]xxx[/center]\n\n\tIn a corridor I stood, baffled by what Runt just did. Had he just teleported me somewhere? If so, then where and how considering him and Rita weren't gag characters; the duo were saner and grounded in reality. Well, as realistic as a singing cat and dumb dog who go to different time periods can be.\n\n\tThe sound of feet on the pavement cause my ears to perk up. Turning back, my heart sinks. Happily hopping alongside her parents, Rakita - who couldn't be any older than her siblings - along with Rita and Runt come my way. Runt seems sad, whilst Rita looked more annoyed.\n\n\t``[i]I can't wait to meet my human! Are they gonna be nice?! I bet they'll be nice! I hope they're nice! Will they be an artist? I hope they're an artist so we can always see each other! I just hope they aren't a writer. Writers-[/i]'' Rakita's maw is clamp shut by her mother. Runt picks up the kitten, hugging and kissing her.\n\n\t``[i]Don't be sad, daddy. I'll be back soon,[/i]'' Rakita promises. Rita scratches behind her daughter left ear. Strangely enough, both I and Rakita purr from getting her ear scratch.\n\n\t``[i]You'll do great kiddo. Now run along,[/i]'' Rita waves. Rakita hops out of Runt's grip, running down the corridor. Halfway through, as if torn by some sad emotion, she turns around to give Rita and Runt a final heart. Then before she went off to connect with a human, she pauses right next to me. She gazes at me with a happy smile. \n\n\tCould she see me? If I'm in a flashback, that shouldn't be possible, right? \n\n\t``How is this...''\n\n\t``I look forward to meeting you.'' She then runs pass. I reach out to grab her, a painfully bright light emitting from the pathway.\n\n[i]xxx[/i]\n\n Now I'm back in the room with Runt. Except, I'm on the floor, panting with sweat dripping from my face. Looking back to Runt, he simply gives a look. It was the kinda look a dog gives you when they try to cute their way out of a problem. That wasn't gonna cut today.\n\n\t``What was that?! Why did you show me that?!''\n\n\t``Because maybe it's a clue. No defi-definitely a clue to what happened to you two.'' Runt hops off the bed, walking pass me. We share a momentary eye-to-eye glance with each other, then he heads downstairs. Standing up, I consider everything I just witnessed.\n\n\tRakita had gone off to connect to her human, me. Perhaps that's happened what when we initially met? In that case, why was she as young as the kittens? When she and I met, we were roughly the same age - translating toon years to human years. Regardless, our connect was successful. Yet, there was a complication in our connect. In that case, had Rakita just been...\n\n\t``What ya thinking about?'' Someone whispers into my ear.\n\n\tAgain, I scare REALLY EASILY.\n\n\t``Is this gonna be a thing with you?!'' I scream. In a sense of deja vu, I leap upward. My tail is frazzled, my claws nailed to the ceiling. Looking down, my dick of a friend is whistling, acting all innocent. As if he didn't, [i]intentionally[/i] terrorize me, holding out his paws as though I'm supposed to land into them. Nevertheless, I fall into his paws.\n\n\t``Oh, have I saved the fair maiden from her thoughts?'' Rashea mockingly asks. I roll my eyes.\n\n\t``Screw you! Why are you even here?!'' I ask in return. Now he rolls his eyes, sheepishly. Sighing, he lets me go. \n\n\t``Listen, I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have left you alone. If I- we, if we didn't show up at the last second to save you...'' He trails off. We both shudder at what that crazy lady would've done if they didn't save me. Shrugging off the thought, I tap my foot on the ground impatiently.\n\n\t``Answer my question.''\n\n\t``Oh yeah. Come with me, there someone who wants to meet you.'' My ears perk up. Could this someone answer my questions? At the very least, I'd get to meet another pe-toon...another toon. Keeping this thought in mind, I happily agree. \n\n\tInstead of taking the pocket dimension, Rashea latches onto the side of our scene. A scene portraying a grassy cliff covers our current setting. I feel a steady breeze as the grassy cliff becomes new setting with each passing second. Once we arrive, I blink, like a lot. Rashea gets a few chuckles out me trying to copy him. \n\n\tBoth him and another erupts in laughter as I curl up by a tree, rubbing a claw into the grass. A paw clamps over my shoulder. causes me to shudder. Looking behind me, a smiling hippo in a golden pantsuit greets me. Rashea peaks out from behind the hippo, gesturing for me to wave. So, I wave at her, in a nervousish (if that's even a word) manner.\n\n\t``Hello...my name is-'' I start but the hippo cuts me off.\n\n\t``I already know, darling. The girl with a MILF kitty for a nemesis and made Tiffany and Manny her enemies. Impressive although, your current attire won't do.'' With a flick of her wrist, my current outfit returns to what it was before. Looking over my body, I'm amazed that there's not even a trace of Gary and Mary's handywork on me. As I continue to be amazed, the hippo introduces herself. Though I kinda ignored her introduction. Naturally, I'm still more impressed by what she did. Turning to her, I question how she did it through pointing at my clothes.\n\n\t``Margaret can manipulate all clothing fabric. She works at the Minkique as a concept artist,'' Rashea explains. Coming to her side, he elbows her playfully. She laughs awkwardly, eyes facing away from us. He continues, ``She was supposed to be helping you with your redesign but flaked out on work today.''\n\n\t``Had my reasons.'' Margaret mumbles. Preparing to ask why we're here, an incredible gust of wind blows throughout the air. The clouds above quickly became dark, well darker than they should be given the time of night. Over the cliff, a massive black demon with wings rises into view. Laughing maniacally, its eyes stare us down. Naturally, I tense up - afraid that we're going to die - until I notice that Rashea and Margaret aren't worried. Quite the opposite, Rashea and Margaret put on a pair of shades as they eat popcorn.\n\n\t``We made it in time,'' Margaret said with a mouth full of popcorn. Gingerly, I take some popcorn out the bucket. Rashea tosses me a pair of shades and we focus on the demon before us.\n\n\t[i]``Foolish creatures, none of you are a match for me! Soon I shall plunge this world into darkness!'' The Demon taunts.[/i] \n\n Over the cliff are probably a pair of beaten and battered heroes. Despite all the damage they've probably taken, one of them probably rising. This lone fighter speaks loud enough for all of us to hear.\n\n\t``[i]We won't give up! We've come to far to fall here![/i]'' The lone fighter probably looks around to their defeated allies slowly standing up. One by one each of them would standup, spewing something generic and optimism. Each of them produced a beacon of light that converged onto the lone fighter. The demon opposing them gasps in fear, backing away.\n\n\t``[i]This... power? How?! How can you this much power?![/i]'' The demon cries. The lone fighter leaps into the air, the energy from its allies becoming a single multicolor blade.\n\n\t``[i]This is the power of our bond! OUR FRIENDSHIP![/i]'' With a slash of the multicolor blade, the demon is split into two. Our ears clamp down from the demon's final death wail. The lone fighter, now hero, falls back down to his friends. On his way down, he sees our little group and smiles at us, winking even. Once he was out of our sight, Rashea turns to me.\n\n\t``What did you think?''\n\n\t``Even though some context is missing, I thought it was alright.'' Rashea and Margaret nod at my answer. Although Margaret seems a little unfazed by the spectacle we witnessed. She waves her paw at us, dismissively.\n\n\t``See one generic final battle, you've seen `em all,'' Margaret moans. I sigh, she wasn't wrong - I completely agree with her. We peak over the cliff, watching the lone hero receiving cheers and praise from his comrades. Rashea and Margaret pretend to bark at the affectionate display beneath us. A small chuckle escapes my maw until our ears pick up feet treading across the grass.\n\n\tSlowly, we turn our heads in unison to see my would-be assassinate from earlier coming our way. The knife in her paws, with each step, becomes longer and longer until it's undeniably a machete dripping acid. We?re shaken by her resting her blade in her empty paw - completely unaffected by the acid - shaking her head at us.\n\n\t``Young people, so inexperienced and yet so judgmental. Although I'll give you this much,'' now she looks dead set on me, ``at least you seem a little [i]less[/i] judgmental. Nevertheless,'' she disappears before our eyes. Now she reappears directly in front of us, machete held up above us.\n\n\t``Perish he-she!''\n\n\tWith a single slash, she demolishes the ground beneath as well as myself.\n\n However, that last part was what she had hoped. At the last second, Rashea opens a rift to the pocket dimension, where we all fall into. There he and I share frighten expressions. Without hesitation, he shatters the window we fell from with a rock. Grabbing me by my paw, we bolt away, Margaret steadily running behind us. Unlike us, concerned and a bit scared, she's thrilled.\n\n ``You've got an awesome nemesis! Who is she anyway?'' Margaret asks. \n\n ``I don't know. Until today, I've never met her!'' I reply. Our canine friend searches fanatically for a safe place to hide. We come to a screeching halt when, for lack of a name, MILF kitty descends from a shattering window. Upon landing, all the windows within sight shatter as well. She rises to her feet, machete pointed at us. \n\n ``Then allow me to correct that, my name is Diane. Now, you just hand over the feline and we'll be on our way,'' Diane demands. Rashea shoves me behind him whilst Margaret steps forward. Diane shakes her head with a sigh. Collectively, the three of us blink. She really isn't upset they wouldn't just me over to her, right?\n\n Diane caresses her weapon ever so carefully, ``Such a shame. Well...I can't say I'm surprised. Afterall,'' she lunges at us with tremendous speed wielding a devious grin, ``burying nuisances like you is such fun!''\n\n\tMargaret performs several weird hand gestures. Halfway towards us, Diane flops on the floor. Using her paws for support, she steadily attempts to stand up. With another gesture from Margaret, Diane fell back onto the floor. Hissing, she tosses her machete behind her. Her tail quickly grabs it, swinging it to the best she could. \n\n\tEven in her current state, her swing generated enough force to send us flying; more specifically Margaret as she fell off into another window. Then without Margaret's spell (I assume it's a spell) keeping her in place, Diane raises up. I also raise to my feet, gasping at the sight of Rashea who is now unconscious. Though I'm not very strong, I nudge him in the direction Margaret fell. Fortunately, I got him off the platform; sadly, I couldn't join. I jump back as to narrowly avoid Diane's machete.\n\n\t``No little he-she, your only way out is through me.''\n\n\tI gulp. Last time it was made painfully clear that I can't fight her. At least, not expecting to win. With that thought, I give a desperate laugh. Perhaps this is the best outcome for me: to die in another world. At least that way, I don't have to continue my meaningless existence. So perhaps, Diane is simply offering me a merciful death.\n\n\tMaybe she sensed my defeated sense of self, as she emotionlessly grabs her weapon. Shockingly, she wraps an arm around me, promising me that it'll be over quickly. I squeal and gasp from her blade impaling me. Diane shushes my cries, petting me over and over. Raising my arms into view, what I saw didn't make sense. \n\n\tHave you ever seen a glitching screen? Or perhaps static from a television? That's what's happening to me. My arms glitch, occasionally displaying my human arms. Screaming at the top of my lungs, I could my body glitching between my real body and Rakita's. Every passing second made it worse... I could hear her screams along with my own. \n\n\tNow I understood what Diane is doing: eradicating whatever power bound us together. \n\n\tA realization that came far too late. My screams waver in a matter of seconds. The end result of the distortion is me still in her body. However, it felt unbearably heavy. Granted it's mostly dark - the windows prove slight light - my vision blurs and my hearing dulls. Diane says something, not that it matters. \n\n\tThe last thing I see is a silhouette, different than any I've ever seen before approaching me. \t\n\n [i]Don't let your connection die.[/i]\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"``How could you all be so stupid?! Rakita may not have known better, but you three did!'' Rita shouts. We came home after leaving the teen pub, upon seeing us, Rita immediately took offense. I lower my head, tuning out Rita's ranting to think of my would-be murder. Who was she and why did she come after me? Her last words came to mind.
``Don't struggle little he-she, bow out with grace. They did.''
The word `they' definitely implied others. If there were others like me, I had to meet them. Maybe they'd know more about what's happened to me. However, more importantly, there's something else I need to do for the time being. Lifting my head up, I make a single request.
``Teach me how to fight in this world.''
``...and another thing! Wait...what?'' Rita asks, a bit surprised by sudden request. Runt, who had been in the kitchen the entire time, peeks his head out showing quite a bit of concern. Even the kittens seemed a bit shocked by my request. Not that I blame them, even as a human, I wasn't an actively violent person. The worst I'd do is a threat or two, but they were always empty.
``If I'm going to be stuck in this world, I need to know how to defend myself. Otherwise another incident like earlier could happen,'' I explain to them. Rita sighs, rubbing the back of her head. She looks back to Runt, probably looking for support, only for him to shrug. Were they really this apprehensive about me learning to fight? Why? What's wrong with me wanting to learn how to fight?
``I don't know how to explain this to you but...'' she looks back to Runt for support. Exhaling in defeat, Runt chimes in.
``Rakita, you defi-defiinitely just got home like yesterday. It's not a good idea for you fight right now, definitely, definitely not a good idea.'' I tilt my head. Wouldn't that be more of a reason for me to learn since I'm new to this place? Prepared to voice my objection, Rita and Runt stare at me in a startled manner. The kittens and I exchange glances, worried about their parents' as neither say or do anything for a solid minute.
At the end of this awkward silent, once again, Rita and Runt sigh. Except this sigh felt more like one of defeat or resignation. For a brief moment, my body shudders. It felt as though someone had placed a hand on my shoulders. Looking over both my shoulders, I fail to find anyone or anything that wasn't already here.
``Alright kiddo, you got your wish. Tomorrow we'll see about getting you enrolled in fighting classes,'' Rita announces then turns to her kittens, Chazz specifically, ``I expect you to make sure your sister doesn't get lost or hurt.''
``Why me?!'' Chazz shouts.
As her answer, Rita pulls out a mirror from behind her back. Dale and I get a bit of a laugh out of our ridiculous appearance. Yet, Chazz grumbles, nevertheless although reluctantly, agrees to show me around the school. I get another bit of a chuckle out of Sora mumbling about she wanted to show me around the school.
Afterwards, we sit at the dinner table to eat. Like earlier at Breakfast, it was relatively quiet. Not that I didn't appreciate it. Certainly, better than dinners had in the human world...
``Shut your fat (CENSORED) up! You no-neck bastard!''
``Shut your skinny (CENSORED) up! You god (CENSORED) piece of (CENSORED)(CENSORED)!''
After dinner, Runt and I head upstairs to my - eh - Rakita's room, presumably for a possible chat. Hopefully, I get more out of him than Rita. Granted...that would require talking to him. At the moment, I simply stare into my lap, twiddling my paw digits. I yelp a bit when Runt wraps an arm around me.
``So...you and Rita are taking turns with me?'' I ask. Runt didn't immediately answer. Instead, he only looks at me with those sad eyes. Clearly, he had something to say, but couldn't find the heart or the way to say it. So instead of words, he places his forehead against mine.
``Ya gotta see this, defi - definitely got to see this.''
xxx
\tIn a corridor I stood, baffled by what Runt just did. Had he just teleported me somewhere? If so, then where and how considering him and Rita weren't gag characters; the duo were saner and grounded in reality. Well, as realistic as a singing cat and dumb dog who go to different time periods can be.
\tThe sound of feet on the pavement cause my ears to perk up. Turning back, my heart sinks. Happily hopping alongside her parents, Rakita - who couldn't be any older than her siblings - along with Rita and Runt come my way. Runt seems sad, whilst Rita looked more annoyed.
\t``I can't wait to meet my human! Are they gonna be nice?! I bet they'll be nice! I hope they're nice! Will they be an artist? I hope they're an artist so we can always see each other! I just hope they aren't a writer. Writers-'' Rakita's maw is clamp shut by her mother. Runt picks up the kitten, hugging and kissing her.
\t``Don't be sad, daddy. I'll be back soon,'' Rakita promises. Rita scratches behind her daughter left ear. Strangely enough, both I and Rakita purr from getting her ear scratch.
\t``You'll do great kiddo. Now run along,'' Rita waves. Rakita hops out of Runt's grip, running down the corridor. Halfway through, as if torn by some sad emotion, she turns around to give Rita and Runt a final heart. Then before she went off to connect with a human, she pauses right next to me. She gazes at me with a happy smile.
\tCould she see me? If I'm in a flashback, that shouldn't be possible, right?
\t``How is this...''
\t``I look forward to meeting you.'' She then runs pass. I reach out to grab her, a painfully bright light emitting from the pathway.
xxx
Now I'm back in the room with Runt. Except, I'm on the floor, panting with sweat dripping from my face. Looking back to Runt, he simply gives a look. It was the kinda look a dog gives you when they try to cute their way out of a problem. That wasn't gonna cut today.
\t``What was that?! Why did you show me that?!''
\t``Because maybe it's a clue. No defi-definitely a clue to what happened to you two.'' Runt hops off the bed, walking pass me. We share a momentary eye-to-eye glance with each other, then he heads downstairs. Standing up, I consider everything I just witnessed.
\tRakita had gone off to connect to her human, me. Perhaps that's happened what when we initially met? In that case, why was she as young as the kittens? When she and I met, we were roughly the same age - translating toon years to human years. Regardless, our connect was successful. Yet, there was a complication in our connect. In that case, had Rakita just been...
\t``What ya thinking about?'' Someone whispers into my ear.
\tAgain, I scare REALLY EASILY.
\t``Is this gonna be a thing with you?!'' I scream. In a sense of deja vu, I leap upward. My tail is frazzled, my claws nailed to the ceiling. Looking down, my dick of a friend is whistling, acting all innocent. As if he didn't, intentionally terrorize me, holding out his paws as though I'm supposed to land into them. Nevertheless, I fall into his paws.
\t``Oh, have I saved the fair maiden from her thoughts?'' Rashea mockingly asks. I roll my eyes.
\t``Screw you! Why are you even here?!'' I ask in return. Now he rolls his eyes, sheepishly. Sighing, he lets me go.
\t``Listen, I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have left you alone. If I- we, if we didn't show up at the last second to save you...'' He trails off. We both shudder at what that crazy lady would've done if they didn't save me. Shrugging off the thought, I tap my foot on the ground impatiently.
\t``Answer my question.''
\t``Oh yeah. Come with me, there someone who wants to meet you.'' My ears perk up. Could this someone answer my questions? At the very least, I'd get to meet another pe-toon...another toon. Keeping this thought in mind, I happily agree.
\tInstead of taking the pocket dimension, Rashea latches onto the side of our scene. A scene portraying a grassy cliff covers our current setting. I feel a steady breeze as the grassy cliff becomes new setting with each passing second. Once we arrive, I blink, like a lot. Rashea gets a few chuckles out me trying to copy him.
\tBoth him and another erupts in laughter as I curl up by a tree, rubbing a claw into the grass. A paw clamps over my shoulder. causes me to shudder. Looking behind me, a smiling hippo in a golden pantsuit greets me. Rashea peaks out from behind the hippo, gesturing for me to wave. So, I wave at her, in a nervousish (if that's even a word) manner.
\t``Hello...my name is-'' I start but the hippo cuts me off.
\t``I already know, darling. The girl with a MILF kitty for a nemesis and made Tiffany and Manny her enemies. Impressive although, your current attire won't do.'' With a flick of her wrist, my current outfit returns to what it was before. Looking over my body, I'm amazed that there's not even a trace of Gary and Mary's handywork on me. As I continue to be amazed, the hippo introduces herself. Though I kinda ignored her introduction. Naturally, I'm still more impressed by what she did. Turning to her, I question how she did it through pointing at my clothes.
\t``Margaret can manipulate all clothing fabric. She works at the Minkique as a concept artist,'' Rashea explains. Coming to her side, he elbows her playfully. She laughs awkwardly, eyes facing away from us. He continues, ``She was supposed to be helping you with your redesign but flaked out on work today.''
\t``Had my reasons.'' Margaret mumbles. Preparing to ask why we're here, an incredible gust of wind blows throughout the air. The clouds above quickly became dark, well darker than they should be given the time of night. Over the cliff, a massive black demon with wings rises into view. Laughing maniacally, its eyes stare us down. Naturally, I tense up - afraid that we're going to die - until I notice that Rashea and Margaret aren't worried. Quite the opposite, Rashea and Margaret put on a pair of shades as they eat popcorn.
\t``We made it in time,'' Margaret said with a mouth full of popcorn. Gingerly, I take some popcorn out the bucket. Rashea tosses me a pair of shades and we focus on the demon before us.
\t``Foolish creatures, none of you are a match for me! Soon I shall plunge this world into darkness!'' The Demon taunts.
Over the cliff are probably a pair of beaten and battered heroes. Despite all the damage they've probably taken, one of them probably rising. This lone fighter speaks loud enough for all of us to hear.
\t``We won't give up! We've come to far to fall here!'' The lone fighter probably looks around to their defeated allies slowly standing up. One by one each of them would standup, spewing something generic and optimism. Each of them produced a beacon of light that converged onto the lone fighter. The demon opposing them gasps in fear, backing away.
\t``This... power? How?! How can you this much power?!'' The demon cries. The lone fighter leaps into the air, the energy from its allies becoming a single multicolor blade.
\t``This is the power of our bond! OUR FRIENDSHIP!'' With a slash of the multicolor blade, the demon is split into two. Our ears clamp down from the demon's final death wail. The lone fighter, now hero, falls back down to his friends. On his way down, he sees our little group and smiles at us, winking even. Once he was out of our sight, Rashea turns to me.
\t``What did you think?''
\t``Even though some context is missing, I thought it was alright.'' Rashea and Margaret nod at my answer. Although Margaret seems a little unfazed by the spectacle we witnessed. She waves her paw at us, dismissively.
\t``See one generic final battle, you've seen `em all,'' Margaret moans. I sigh, she wasn't wrong - I completely agree with her. We peak over the cliff, watching the lone hero receiving cheers and praise from his comrades. Rashea and Margaret pretend to bark at the affectionate display beneath us. A small chuckle escapes my maw until our ears pick up feet treading across the grass.
\tSlowly, we turn our heads in unison to see my would-be assassinate from earlier coming our way. The knife in her paws, with each step, becomes longer and longer until it's undeniably a machete dripping acid. We?re shaken by her resting her blade in her empty paw - completely unaffected by the acid - shaking her head at us.
\t``Young people, so inexperienced and yet so judgmental. Although I'll give you this much,'' now she looks dead set on me, ``at least you seem a little less judgmental. Nevertheless,'' she disappears before our eyes. Now she reappears directly in front of us, machete held up above us.
\t``Perish he-she!''
\tWith a single slash, she demolishes the ground beneath as well as myself.
However, that last part was what she had hoped. At the last second, Rashea opens a rift to the pocket dimension, where we all fall into. There he and I share frighten expressions. Without hesitation, he shatters the window we fell from with a rock. Grabbing me by my paw, we bolt away, Margaret steadily running behind us. Unlike us, concerned and a bit scared, she's thrilled.
``You've got an awesome nemesis! Who is she anyway?'' Margaret asks.
``I don't know. Until today, I've never met her!'' I reply. Our canine friend searches fanatically for a safe place to hide. We come to a screeching halt when, for lack of a name, MILF kitty descends from a shattering window. Upon landing, all the windows within sight shatter as well. She rises to her feet, machete pointed at us.
``Then allow me to correct that, my name is Diane. Now, you just hand over the feline and we'll be on our way,'' Diane demands. Rashea shoves me behind him whilst Margaret steps forward. Diane shakes her head with a sigh. Collectively, the three of us blink. She really isn't upset they wouldn't just me over to her, right?
Diane caresses her weapon ever so carefully, ``Such a shame. Well...I can't say I'm surprised. Afterall,'' she lunges at us with tremendous speed wielding a devious grin, ``burying nuisances like you is such fun!''
\tMargaret performs several weird hand gestures. Halfway towards us, Diane flops on the floor. Using her paws for support, she steadily attempts to stand up. With another gesture from Margaret, Diane fell back onto the floor. Hissing, she tosses her machete behind her. Her tail quickly grabs it, swinging it to the best she could.
\tEven in her current state, her swing generated enough force to send us flying; more specifically Margaret as she fell off into another window. Then without Margaret's spell (I assume it's a spell) keeping her in place, Diane raises up. I also raise to my feet, gasping at the sight of Rashea who is now unconscious. Though I'm not very strong, I nudge him in the direction Margaret fell. Fortunately, I got him off the platform; sadly, I couldn't join. I jump back as to narrowly avoid Diane's machete.
\t``No little he-she, your only way out is through me.''
\tI gulp. Last time it was made painfully clear that I can't fight her. At least, not expecting to win. With that thought, I give a desperate laugh. Perhaps this is the best outcome for me: to die in another world. At least that way, I don't have to continue my meaningless existence. So perhaps, Diane is simply offering me a merciful death.
\tMaybe she sensed my defeated sense of self, as she emotionlessly grabs her weapon. Shockingly, she wraps an arm around me, promising me that it'll be over quickly. I squeal and gasp from her blade impaling me. Diane shushes my cries, petting me over and over. Raising my arms into view, what I saw didn't make sense.
\tHave you ever seen a glitching screen? Or perhaps static from a television? That's what's happening to me. My arms glitch, occasionally displaying my human arms. Screaming at the top of my lungs, I could my body glitching between my real body and Rakita's. Every passing second made it worse... I could hear her screams along with my own.
\tNow I understood what Diane is doing: eradicating whatever power bound us together.
\tA realization that came far too late. My screams waver in a matter of seconds. The end result of the distortion is me still in her body. However, it felt unbearably heavy. Granted it's mostly dark - the windows prove slight light - my vision blurs and my hearing dulls. Diane says something, not that it matters.
\tThe last thing I see is a silhouette, different than any I've ever seen before approaching me. \t
Don't let your connection die.
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