Prologue: Beginning

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The land of Kyruli, named after an elder of exploration, harbored a peculiar atmosphere; mainly, an air that many of those outside could not withstand. This air carried an abundant poison, and was thick enough to deter outsiders of the sea or other names from traveling through. The poison was imperceptible to all of the senses. In fact, it was harmless as long as one had not inhaled a sizable amount of it. The only reason it was able to deter any foreigners was due to the fierce gusts of wind that battled against ships and weather, as well as the word of sickness spreading among them.

Despite that, after centuries, the genes of the natives had mutated to what was deemed suitable to survive Kyruli's arduous features. Their limbs elongated, their eyes were bolder; soon, they considered to be bipedal (although some remained within tradition of using all fours). Survive, they did, and life on Kyruli was as normal as any other land that could be discovered.

There were generations upon generations of Kyrulites and Hybrids alike, each holding an almost similar number of mice, and each holding their own drastically different views and beliefs. Of course, not all of Kyruli's population had belong to these two factions, and some were deemed and marked as an individual that desired not to be involved along with any of these disasters. These individuals were either named "neutral," or "unique."

Three main parties had gathered: the main two factions, and a neutral representative. Boundaries had been set, sought, and constantly fought over. There was no peace, and at some point the Kyrulites had begun to fear for the Hybrids and their aspirations.

An official declare of war was signed by all parties.

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It was dawn, yet the sky was dark, dull, and almost despondent in its nature. An overcast of clouds cradled together, their shadows flooding the uneven terrain. The tall green blades gently bent with the wind that carried no linger of any palpable, foreign scents. A still silhouette of a serpent's head settled at the peak of a hill that was splattered with vibrant flora. My squad had reached their positions, and so had the others.

These were the located whereabouts of the Hybrids, and we were ready to strike upon the command of our creators. Hope had gotten us high and giddy as we awaited a signal; we were anxiously twitching to reach this conclusion of a lengthy battle.

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This opportunity held high percentages in our favor, yet it seemed luck had deceived us.

They figured out our plan—they might have even known all along—and ambushed us before our first move.

A desperate flicker of light never appeared. There wasn't a way to escape the chaotic madness fate may as well had laid upon us for a laugh. Not even the creators could manage to utter the word, "retreat," for they were gruesomely silenced until the end of time, much like my other comrades, although some were captured.

However, this would not be the end; it would be an epilogue to our journey, and a prologue to another.

Already, my position had already been revealed, and I was allowed to ponder with my few moments. Not another option existed. It seemed it would have to be done.

This is the only way our generation could pass: a few years will flutter by, and they will rise against the fallen in harmony. Those who are able to control our Ancient's gift will succeed, for they will strengthen; however, if the mental state is to fail in passing and they succumb to the dark, I will be unable to rescue them. If able, I will guide and watch over for as long as time allows it.

Undoubtedly, the title of Kyrulites shall be granted.

I, was all knowing and powerful. I, obtained the task of providing security to this world. I, was a tool, no less, no greater, synthesized by the creators themselves.

Now, I am neither of those.
I, LURIN, am a complicated scrap of metal with a new task.

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. : / Chapter One \ : .
: [ The Blackout ] :

Kirin's Perspective

I sighed and sipped my coffee. It was a normal, ordinary day in our wooden workshop. Not one mouse had came to buy or even inspect my puppets. Just the dolls Nuilin had... crafted. Not that I don't mind, I enjoy seeing the smiles behind Nuilin's mask, even if it had ill intent behind it. It's best to leave it as that. I perked up as I heard the door creak open, I turned slowly and greeted the... tall mouse. They were cloaked in a dark shade of gray and singed around the edges. If I looked close, I could see two sinister glints in their cowl. I can't seem to put it, but I believe the word for it was... person? Not as if I quite know what that meant, but it seemed like the right word. Despite that, this one had seemed... nostalgic. Familiar, yet not in the good sense. I took cautious steps towards Nuilin as she ran to the counter.

"H-Hello! What could we do for you... mam or sir?" The meaningless indirect question was answered as the figure chuckled with a deep and hoarse voice. I froze. There was something off about the person.

"For one, you could return to the dark side." He turned towards me and revealed a silver remote. under his arm.

"... Explain yourself." Nuilin demands, her paws glowing behind her back, a sign that she's readying her powers. The moment he pressed a button, darkness invaded my vision.

... Just what is going on?


Nuilin's Perspective

As soon as the hooded figure pressed the button, Kirin limped and fell to the ground. I flinched and grit my teeth. I slowly moved my paw, the aura growing brighter, yet I was abruptly stopped by... Kirin?

"What are you doing--" I yelped as she increased her grip on my wrist, enough that it might snap.

"Silence, you pathetic excuse for a being." Kirin spat, slamming me into the wall, though I couldn't see, only the blur of her figure. I slowly rose in shock, coughing and wheezing.

"K-Kirin, what's gotten into you?" I choked out, confused by her actions. The figure chuckled again and I grimaced.

"Ah, yes, now you see the power of it, yes? Even for a prototype, it was pretty easy. This," he held out the object, waving it in the air, "brings out the true nature of a living object. This is their prime instincts. To kill, and certainly not have useless allies, like you," He emphasized on the word 'you', and it certainly struck a chord in me. It felt as someone had blatantly shattered my being without a second though. I know Kirin the best, and she wouldn't do it on purpose. It was clear he was lying, so I raised my paw once more and concentrated on my powers.

Nothing happened.

Kirin took full advantage of this situation and strangled my neck, edges taking a blurred form within my vision. Even so, I could see that her eyes-- god, her eyes-- they didn't reflect the sun whatsoever. It was like the darkness had swallowed her up.

"You see now? This is the being you knew. Now then... to bring her back. Who knows, we might meet again," he paused, before laughing. "Though, the next time, it could be even in worse circumstances." I opened my mouth to retort, but I couldn't even speak with her paws around my neck. A few seconds passed, and he intervened.

"Release her. She won't be a threat. Now that I've observed how... pathetic she is." Kirin immediately released her hold on me at command, I dropped to the floor, weakly pressing against my neck and bruises. I tried reaching for her as she left with the man, but I already knew.

It was too late. Everything turned to darkness.

Lurin's Perspective

I lifted my head slightly, there had been a disturbance in the north. I sighed, this is proving to be more trouble than I had originally thought. Things are getting worse than when it started... I don't have a choice but to inspect the area. I'm rather curious, how do two Kyrulites get into danger? I was sure that each and every one was powerful enough to fend themselves against any Hybrids... Unless he reached them.

But how? That's impossible. It hasn't been that long, and he already managed to scout two? That would explain how two couldn't manage. I stood up and booted the launch system. I hummed, checking off all my functions and systems.

Boosters, check. Artillery, check. Circuitry, check. Launch system, loaded at full and ready for takeoff. I mentally counted down from three and muttered "Launch,". As I soared into the sky with a twirl, I could clearly see the burning sun. If I had been a normal being, I would have been permanently blind. Perhaps that's a perk of being a robot.

Now then, where are you, children?

. : / Chapter Two \ : .
: [ Stalking? That's funny! ] :

Ciel(ia)'s Perspective

There hadn't been anything eventful lately, and the current news in the town corner wasn't quite fulfilling. I gave a half-hearted sigh. Recently, I had laid eyes upon a peculiar mouse within the woods, but I had not seen her in the common market lately. I pondered for a moment, sinking myself into the shadows. A few minutes had passed, and I saw the flash of pink within my peripheral vision. I perked up, wondering if it was that one mouse. I suppose a simple peak of curiosity is adequate. Not only does it hide my presence, it hides me from any suspecting hybrids.

I continued on my stroll, meeting the same old, worn cottage. Nothing had changed within the past week as far as I could tell. I suppose I should do my routinely inspection to see if she was a hybrid. Though, of course that was just an excuse, considering I'd been doing this for the past months and she had no sign of such. Better to be dead than alive, right? Or was it better to be fake than real... Bah, never mind that. I shouldn't be caught up in such menial ideas. Using my ability once more-- which was draining and a pain in the tail-- I sink into the ground, thinking about the destination I wish to appear in.

Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself into the mouse's home... though as I thought, there had been no changes. It was actually quite different. It seemed as if the host had known I was coming and set up a reservation for me in their own place. It was a rather plain, wooden room with a normal door in the corner. A window on one side with torn, open green curtains, and her usual stuffed animals scattered around. The only change was the plastic table and chairs in the middle of it all, with warm tea placed onto it.

I froze as I heard the door creaking ever so slightly. It was probably time for me to leave, and I began to route my escape. Not to my avail, I had utterly failed the recourse by tripping over a snail. Now, I wonder to myself, did I shrink? Clearly not, this snail was just ten times the average size- which now thinking about it isn't quite all that large but still enough. In a desperate attempt, I allowed the shadows to cover me, hoping that I was well hidden.

"Is that you, Mrs. Fluffkins? I thought I told you not to mess with my cookies again!" The pink-haired mouse entered the room, lecturing the snail about manners and of the such. I took in her appearance once more. I noted the fact she was wearing pink eyeliner instead of the magenta, and how her hair was a curly mess. Dirt was smudged around various spots of her fur, showing signs that she had been working on something. Her trade-mark white ribbons were placed atop her head and neck, the golden bell ringing with each slight movement. Oh, and it so happened that she had a new tail accessory, this time a silver star hanging by the tail.

During her speech, I continued staring. Eventually it came to the point I noticed she was also staring at me, and had stopped talking long ago... which now brings me to my next question. Why is she staring at me? Wasn't I cloaked in the shadows, or did they betray me this time? Even if I so happened to fail in my attempt, it wasn't as if I was interesting. I was only a mouse who watched over others, the only possible outcome is that she runs away, like the other mice. Of course, fate enjoys mocking me.

Instead of horrified or shocked, she looked more excited. I was then mortified by how quickly she walked towards my direction. Shaking my head and blinking a few times, she crouched down and we were almost face to face. I felt a pressure on my shoulders, and no sooner than that I was being shook like an instrument. Or-- like her other pet-- Crackerjack. Which is a frog. And no, that was not a joke. I was so sure you'd understand her mentality at this point, me.

"Excuse me, but who are you?! I already know you've been stalking me for god knows how long-- hold up are you trying to steal my cookies," she paused, her face contorting with anger. "I swear if you are, you better stay away from them you old hag!" A shiver ran through my spine, and I could feel a cold sweat going on. Not only that, she called me old, I'm not even at the appropriate age to be considered a mother! "So, you are the one stalking me, correct..?" The pinkette muttered, an eye twitching. I nodded slowly, possibly regretting the action.

"You've stalked me when I was showering?"

"No."

"How about when I was changing clothes?"

"No-- hold on now we don't wear clothes--" She held a paw on my mouth, responding with a simple 'tsk, tsk'.

"And so, you probably even stalked me when I--" Oh heavens no, if she's about to ask what I think she's going to say...

"Now, tell me this," I interrupted, taking full notice that she stopped any progressing action. "You noticed me before multiple times. So, dear mouse, if I'm so old, and claimed to be trying to steal your cherished cookies... why haven't I done so yet?" She looked at me as if I was insane, and perhaps almost about to burst into laughter at some point. Was she making a mockery of me? Piling upon questions after questions inside my mind, she restarted the shaking, causing me to instantly hold a paw to my mouth. "P-Please, stop, I might even barf out shadows at this point." Not like it's possible, though I wouldn't test the water. My plea was unheard, as she continued shaking me at the point where I could lose my mind and bodily functions. She opened her mouth and screamed.

"You stalk me because you're a pervert that's trying to figure out what I do every day all day-- isn't that right?! Yep, yep, I bet it is! That's why you're such a big fan, riiiight~?" She stopped, and all I could see were blurred shapes and colors. She walked over to the snail (which was named Miss. Flappybutt, why? I haven't figured that out yet,) and stood on top of its shell. "Buuuut, since you've made me angry, ye' deserve 'tis!" She slapped me across the face with enough force, I crashed into the wall and outside into a tree trunk. I took a few minutes to carefully maneuver myself out without being touched by poison ivy on my fur.

I grit my teeth and groaned at appearing bruises. "What the hell was that, you devil child?! I was literally sent with enough force to crash your walls. Your. Walls. And god knows how strong those are!" Giving a hum and gave a toothy grin, she stared at me.

"Well, well. It looks like you broke a part of my house. You're going to have to fix that, y'know? I'm only a child." She whined and clasped her paws behind her back. "And so! That means for your punishment you'll stay with me-- forever!" I froze and could feel my heart sinking. The words rang in my mind like the bell at dawn. 'Forever', she said. 'Forever', she continued, on and on. I hadn't even noticed she pattered her way towards me, and so I almost jumped when she whispered into my ear. "Though, my name is Hope. Which means, I hope we can be best friends-- even if I am a bit cray-cray-- I just know you're trustworthy!" She giggled, jumping back. Yes, perhaps craziness is the definition of Hope. Stuck in thought, Hope had found the urge to hit me with a sledgehammer.

"Llamas are awesome-- never forget that-- I want one for my birthday!"

. : / Chapter Three \ : .
: [ Thoust shall pay—With organs! ] :

Edric's (Mad-Scientist's/Master's) Perspective

Huu, what ever shall I do? This could serve as a rather major problem... I'd never miscalculated before, and here's the problem (known as Kirin,) wrecking everything within their path. And that, was not supposed to happen. I perused over multiple documents and parchments, eventually placing them back down once more.

"That had meant my experiment did not work on this-- Kyrulite," I hissed, removing my glasses. Perhaps I should interrogate Vincenta and that other idiot, #13579, to lock it on the sixth level. Yes-- that will work-- for now. Wouldn't want this crypt to be destroyed, or found out by any other... special cases. Tsk, why am I bothering with such tedious tasks? I could just use these loyal pawns as my--

I was thrown out of thought as I heard a crash, tumble, and a shriek within the distance. I groaned, what am I, their babysitter? How preposterous! Such a duty should not be given to me out of everyone else. Quickly striding over-- knowing just how much damage those idiots could do-- I almost broke down at the sight. I had already known how much destruction #13579 could cause, bringing a point of question. What did he even look like under his bag? Surely you have to take it off at some point of time. Back to reality, this-- now this-- is going to be a load of paperwork and a dent in the costs. Adjusting my artificial eyes, I glared holes at the two figures in the pile of chaos, waiting for the smoke to recede,

I scanned over the area and hid myself in a room, being one of the only things large enough, currently standing, and not broken to pieces. Which no sooner than that I regret, as a stench that reeked of iron and other attributes registered in my mind. Looking down at my feet, it seemed I had found #13579's own personal collection of organs. I slapped myself mentally, of all places I had to hide in... I touched the bridge of my nose, turning off the function/sense of smell. For some odd reason, it didn't quite erase it completely.

I pushed the door open enough that I could peek through a crack. Just because I didn't need to, does not mean I'd enjoy living with the stench of death. It was odd. I actually felt nauseous for once, perhaps there were other things than rotten organs..? Not quite a creative thought as I had originally assumed. I'll leave it as that, I could deal with it another time. The smoke had finally dissipated, revealing two idiots running and screaming their heads off. The first to speak was Vincenta, one who did not annoy me as much as the other.

"No, no! What if thy master finds out thee has lost Kirin out of thou sight?!" Ah, so that's what it was. I'll be sure to punish them another time... who knows what more secrets they'll blabber out due to their poor stealth skills?

... Right.

Turns out, they had hidden an abundant supply of secrets way from me. Such as how #13579 had vomited on my desk, explaining the spoiled smell weeks ago. As much as I'd regretfully enjoy thinking about right now, I'd rather give them quite a lovely punishment instead. I kicked down the room's door (not that I needed to, but it was for the effect), causing the rest of the support to fall and reveal #13579's oh-so-lovely supply of parts.

At this point, I was about ready to explode, literally and figuratively. I would have no problems disintegrating everything in the process, even if I had to fill out multiple forms later on. I pulled up my sleeves, ready to chase them throughout the entire area. The two had noticed me, and were frozen in their spot. I held out my artificial paw, raising five digits, each being lowered.

Vincenta and #13579 took the sign as it slowly went to zero, and faded away in the distance, even with my far-sight. I mused at such antics, it was not as if they could escape from me. Even if they had ran to the darkest parts, I memorized the place long ago. There was no possibility that they could, ah, but I had more matters to deal with. One being the loose kyrulite, possibly roaming around-- oh, oh that's bad. I whacked my head, realizing what trouble it could cause, which is far more than those idiots. I must be getting faulty if such a problem had escaped my mind. If there was any more damage done than it already had...

I sighed, quickly walking in the opposite direction. Might as well use the time to think of punishments. Perhaps I could forcefully remove #13579's collection of organs and burn them to starve him. Huu, and then Vincenta would pay by plucking her feathers, and to carry a specially-made cannon to prevent her from flying. Which, of course, these are not quite serious punishments. There are more important matters at the moment, and I almost whacked myself again. It really is faulty wiring, isn't it? Or perhaps I need to upgrade my memory bank and files... I still don't know everything. Down to the most menial things, such as, "How may organs can #13579 eat in a day before he dies of eating too much?".

. : / Chapter Four \ : .
: [ A Fragile Emotion ] :

Everlight's Perspective

I took a deep breath of the polluted air, strolling near the outskirts of town. Not a mouse glances towards my direction, continuing on with their daily lives. I continue on near the side. Sure, it was my birthday, and nobody was even allowed to look past the gates; however, it's not as if my parents gave a single damn about me. Hell, nobody would care if I died today. Possibly no one, in this god-forsaken universe world. That's life. Oh, but my existence? It's pretty much a lie, and I never had one to start with. Ah, and then there's those rumors about me. That I was pretty much a total weirdo who's wasting the air enough as it is. Kind of funny, but I don't have a sense of humor most of the times.

I turn a corner, the gates slowly appearing within distance. Sooner or later, I was near the entrance. Looking closer, the hinges were loose, perhaps if I tried it would pry open. That's boring. I lift myself over the gate and gently leap off where there were no mice in sight. Yes, nobody cared.. anymore...

... A-Ah, I'm starting to remember--

No, no! It shouldn't have been this way! It just wasn't right... it should've been some other mouse-- hell, it could have even been me! But, no, fate hated me of course-- especially on my birthday! I dropped to my knees and I felt trails of liquid falling down my face. I'm sure if I looked in a mirror, my face would be puffy and red.

"It was impossible," she said. "We'll be together-- forever," she said. "I promise, I won't leave you ever again," she said. Each and every promise, broken. Filled with lies, lies, and even more lies! My mind raced with guilt and regrets, causing me to curl up into a ball near the deceased mouse, whom I used to call, friend. I clenched my paws. There no pathway back.

"She's gone." I repeated constantly in my head. "She will never come back." I choked. A paw was placed on my shoulder and I flinched. I slowly looked up, finding another friend covered in fresh blood. Blood, from the one who died right next to me.

"You can't cry, Everlight. Remember... you told me... you wouldn't. Listen, I--" She paused before dropping to the cement, a knife being removed from her chest. There was a strange and dark figure looming behind her. I blinked, and it disappeared. I frowned, and held my friend close, her blood running cold.

"Liars!" I cried out, my vision becoming blurry. I stayed there until it was time I moved on.

... I gave a shaky breath, quickly ending the flashback to the best of my abilities. I need to avoid the past, nothing good can come from that. I quickly ran away from the gate, and towards my special area-- the beach. It was one of the only places where I could really relax and calm my nerves... Though, it seems another mouse had beat me to it, walking on the calm water, her chocolate hair swaying in the wind.

Oh. What the hell, walking on water?! Maybe she's... like me? I clutched my earmuffs and gathered the courage. I slowly walked towards her, not wanting to frighten her. Which didn't help, as when I gently tapped her shoulder, she flinched.

"Pardon me, but who are you?" I whisper, trying not to frighten her any further. She shuffles awkwardly and I look away.

"W-Well, I'm Acqua, and who might you be?" Acqua mumbles, staring back at me. I cough and was stuck in thought. Perhaps far too long, as I never noticed Acqua waving her paw in my face. I relax my shoulders and place my arms behind my back.

"Everlight. What are you doing here, Acqua?" She looks away for a moment and turns back with a small grin.

"I was just... lonely, that's all. N-Nothing else, really.." I sigh, sitting beside her feet and draw shapes in the sand. Acqua seemed to be rather tense, likely due to the fact I invaded her personal space. Eventually, she relaxes, talking to me about her day.

And that, was the start of a slow friendship.

. : / Chapter Five \ : .
: [ Prankin' for life~! ] :

Bea's Perspective

I hummed along to some annoying tune, skipping through the forest. Oh, it isn't just a nice day for a stroll, it's a day for-- pause for dramatic entrance-- pranking! Though, thinking about it, it's kind of rare to find mice in these parts, considering gossip and all that nonsense. But that's what makes it even more thrilling!

I pause, listening to my surroundings. There was a rustle in the leaves above me. Lifting my head, my gaze wandered towards a certain pile of leaves. Not just any pile, there was a mouse hidden behind them! Ha, my new victim-- cuddling a squirrel? I whined inwardly, because everyone knows if one wakes up, so will the other, leading the offender to be caught!

I stick out my tongue and reached for the permanent marker inside one of my hat's compartments. Moving along, I cautiously climbed the tree, holding the extreme urge to scratch certain spots. Eventually, I came face to face with a mouse. Getting a better look, she looked rather strange. And that's saying something when it comes to me, I mean, gray fur with pretty much everything else gray and blue? Booorriiiing.

Wiggling the cap loose, I began to mark my masterpiece. Such as a mustache, multiple words, and-- I dare say beautiful-- drawings. Pleased, I giggled inwardly. Soon after the little celebration, my conscious was nagging me to bring her back to my humble abode. I curse genetics. Why must they always ruin my pranks with guilt? That's no fun. I bit my tongue, I suppose it'd be fine for now. Not as if I'll go as far as cleaning her face, though!

Aella's Perspective

The logical part of my mind told me to wake up. The other part wanted to continue sleeping on whatever comfortable thing it was. Me, in general, did not care if I even hibernated. Ah, but see, the logical one was louder and kept on pestering me. It must be my instincts if having to continue sleeping is so difficult... I suppose I might as well, just in case it might end up being that one incident again. I wince, thinking about the past incident.

It really is too much work... but then again, maybe this time it's actually worth it? Then again, the last time I checked, the sky was being invaded by clouds, meaning I wouldn't be greeted by the sun. I sighed and tried opening my eyes. After a few attempts, I managed to pry them open, and was met with a warm, cozy oaken ceiling. Soon after realizing I was in a form of cottage.

Now, isn't that strange. One moment I'm in a tree. Next moment, I'm in someone's home. Just how is that in any way logical? Perhaps I've gotten brain damage from falling off the trees too much... Ah, but, even the animals I've spoken with weren't as stupid or kind enough to bring me to some sort of building. I strictly demanded that they do not, and, well, look where I am... It's one of those dreams, right? No logical mouse would invite, rather take, some stranger in their home. I pinched myself.

Apparently not, some weirdo did bring me here. I'd like to stay with the warmth, but I really have to leave. It's that nagging kind of sense that I should. Lifting myself off the eye-burning red couch with a 'creak', I dragged myself over to the door. As soon as I was about to open the door, another had beat me to it. Moments of silence passed, and she began to speak.

"What are you trying to do?" I tried to speak, but it came out as a mumble that even I couldn't understand. I looked at the strange mouse, noticing she was mainly red and blue. Despite that, she looked as if she was going to burst into laughter at any moment. "C-Could you repeat that?"

"Why do you want to know so badly..?" She perked up by my words and I flinched. I was never one to have a conversation-- so this-- this is just plain awkward! "W-What, is there something on my face?" I choked out. She only snickered.

"Yep!" Oh, I see, so she-- oh now wait a moment. I immediately ran out of the room and searched every other one that wasn't locked, searching for a mirror. I gave up quite quickly, discovering that all of them didn't have one. I lowered my head and sighed, and the mouse tapped my shoulder. I turned around, facing a mirror image of my face marked with words and other doodles. It took me a few minutes to process it, and I was enraged. It seemed she noticed as well, as she was frozen in place. I quickly looked around the room and found an object. Yes, this'll work.

I held onto an anvil with both of my paws and focused. I lifted it into the air (with support from my powers, of course,) and 'pushed' it towards her... only to fail and crash into the wall. She looked a bit disappointed, but then she was ecstatic. She was jumping up and down, grabbing my shoulders.

"Yes, I'm not the only one! Hooray!" The mouse cheered.

"W-What?" I stuttered, possibly due to the fact she's shaking me. Now, that isn't quite a good thing if I was trying to intimidate her. Which I was, and she giggled again. I furrowed my eyebrows and muttered a line of curses-- which is supposed to inaudible even to mice-- but for some reason they heard it. She immediately stopped and gave a stern look.

"Hey, hey! Now that's just plain rude to your future roommate."

I froze, and my eyes widened with each second. If I was going to live in the same place with her... that would be endless torture!

"R-Roommates?" I cried in disbelief, and she only laughed. Almost as if she could be the devil, I shuddered.

"Yes, roommates! And, y'know, roommates have to tell eachother their names." She outstretched her paw, and I sighed grasping hers in my own. We both shook, and I released the hold. "Now, now, what's your name? I'm Bea, I can use flames~!" Ah, what an abnormal name. Of course it is. She's also ridiculous, and could burn down her own place.

"I-I'm Aella, I obviously use wind..." I turned my head away from her gaze in embarrassment. Bea then grabbed my paw. "W-What is it, Bea?"

"Come on, do you want to clean your face or what?" I blinked. I flushed even further and gave a short nod. Bea then dragged me along and into a room. I really wish I had one of my companions to vent with...

. : / Chapter Six \ : .
: [ Punishment Escape Plan ] :

Edric's (Mad Scientist's/Master's) Perspective

After a dull, meaningless search around the crypt looking for the loose Kyrulite, I stop in my tracks. I roll my neck and crack my 'knuckles', yes, it was time to punish those two idiots, first on the list... where are they?

"Tsk." If I recall from my latest memory bank, those two were last seen fading away in the distance. I gave out another exhausted sigh, heading back to my quarters. I leaned into the chair, crossing my legs. I began checking over the paperwork. It was the usual. Boring, time-wasting, and certainly not needed to be stated. At the end of the stack were bills, and since when did we have any? I made sure that all of those were completed to my satisfaction. I pursed my lips into a thin frown.

Of course. These are bills on organ donations, bird feathers, and of the such. Ah, no matter, I'll use their abundant allowance for most of the destruction they'd cause. Surprisingly, there was nothing left to check. I took a deep breath and walked outside.

I open the door to the storage of the slaves, flicking the light-switch on to see blood splattered everywhere. Not quite surprising, and the stench wasn't too horrid in here. Then again, I still had most of my senses dialed to a low '1'. This probably is part of #13579's organ montage... he most likely rummaged through on a rampage and stuffed it into the closet. I press my paw against my forehead.

"What am I going to do with those two..?" A simple punishment will not suffice for these two.

Vincenta's Perspective

"I wonder if thoust has escaped thy boss?" I question, and Hades sighs-- quite a loud and annoying one at that. I give out a grunt, sitting under a shaded area (which I presume to be under a tree). I close my eyes momentarily and relax my breathing. I sigh and look at Hades, twirling my hair within my paws. He seems to be sniffing the ground, perhaps for no motive at all.

"... What are thou doing?" I could see his ears perk up slightly and he pauses, but then returns to his sniffing. I shake my head in distress, closing my eyes once more. I sure hope I could sleep through thy weather. Though, I never recalled it being so... silent?

#13579's (Hades) Perspective

Sure, I was dragged out here. Sure, I'm starving. But during my search, I picked up the scent of blood! Now, how rare is that?! I quickly snapped my head towards Vincenta's direction. First thing's first, permission! I scamper over to her side.

"Vincenta, could I perhaps run off for a moment? I swear it'll be quick," I whisper, receiving no response. "Vincenta?" I whisper again, and she stirs. I pause. Nothing happens, she only continues breathing. I bit my lip harshly, drawing out blood, only fueling my hunger. Surely she wouldn't be mad if I ran off?.. ah, who am I kidding, she would be, and having two higher-ups to be yell at me isn't fun! Oh, but then again, I wouldn't be too far out! Yeah, it wouldn't take long! I squish my nose to the ground, following the scent. I scatter around the forest, realizing.

I was lost.

I give an exaggerated and hungry sigh. I finger one of the feathers I had stolen earlier from Vincenta's wings. I take a large whiff, giving a slight lick afterwards. My stomach growls, with its instinctive memory of prey. I squeeze my eyes tightly.

"Hush now, I know you enjoy death... but it isn't the time. Not yet, anyways." I murmur to myself, directing it mainly towards the organ inside me. It seems to understand, stopping their growl. I lay my head flat on the grass, with my keen sense of smell, I began to follow back.

It wasn't long till I had found Vincenta with her limbs sprawling out. I assume she is still asleep. The inner-organ growled once more, almost as if saying--

"What would she taste like?" I quickly shook my head at the thought. That would be... mortifying when she awakes. I look at her again. It growled. I bit my cheek, unconsciously wandering closer. It came to the point where I could touch her. I give a shaky sigh. It couldn't be that bad, right..? What the hell, forget it, I'm starving here! Latching my blood-stained paws onto her wings, I scratch into it-- though not enough to make a deep gash. Just enough so that I could lap up the trails of the crimson liquid. I pause at the motion when Vincenta had moved.

Vincenta's Perspective
I shouldn't have closed my eyes! Sleeping this long where the boss could be out on a rampage looking for us?! My eyes snap open and wandered to the part of thine that was abnormally numb. And what thy hell do I see? Hades. Processing it, I jolt, opposite from his direction.


"Wh-what the hell are thoust doing?!" I sputter, tucking my wings behind my back. I wince as the spark of pain ran through, and I quickly place my paws on the wounded area. I glare at him and he pauses. Hades then fidgets with two digits on his bloody paws. I wait for his answer, itching to murder him. He only sighs at my actions, placing his paws behind his head and looks to the left.

"I was hungry."

I wait, hoping that just wasn't all he had in mind. I grimace, a dark-maroon flame growing, slowly engulfing me. I clench my teeth together tightly, slowly calming down. Then I snap once more.

"Hungry. Oh, so that's it? I see... Hungry. HUNGRY? ARE THOUST MAD?!" I shout, shaking Hades' shoulders. He seems to have a distant look in his eyes (somehow telling through that obnoxious bag of his), perhaps about to faint. I stop. "We're going back to thy boss." Hades stares at me. As if thou was an idiot. I process it for a minute. It seemed we both had similar thoughts, realizing he'd be seriously angry. We both were trembling out of our furs. I quickly twirl a piece of stray hair in my paw, slowly returning to reality. "... Sure, thy boss is angry. We still need to go. Any longer, the best case scenario is a quick death." Hades sighs, nodding slowly.

"I understand..." He murmurs.

"Good, we'll prepare for thy beating later on then." We both stand there for an excruciating amount of time. Hades then breaks the silence with a nervous cough.

"You don't, perhaps... well, remember where it is, do you..?" I shook my head horizontally slowly. Hades quickly slaps a paw to his forehead(?), and the bag still remains there. I sigh as he continues to ramble on about things, I walk into a direction and Hades begins to follow me.

I'm not going to last any longer if thy idiot decides to feed once more.

. : / Chapter Seven \ : .
: [ A Presence and Pain ] :

#13579's (Hades) Perspective

I yawned and looked around a bit before leaning onto a very convenient tree. Huh. I shut my eyes, immediately opening them afterwards to force myself awake. Only because I might accidently eat either vital or not so important body parts of mine. Although, it has been a rather long while since I have done so. I admit, it was a silly thought, but I've long abandoned logic.

Vincenta stopped pacing for a moment, just simply standing there.

"Vincenta, what are you doing..?" I mumble. She turns to look at me; her eyes dull from exhaustion, seeming as if she was going to faint at any minute. It seems my prediction reigned true, and she fainted and ended up lying on the grass. No sooner than that, my stomach growled with pure hunger. I try to stay up longer, yet my body had finally given up and I fell into a deep slumber besides the fallen mouse.

...

What Hades and Vincenta hadn't known, was that another mouse was watching them from afar. One, who was the same.

Edric's (Mad Scientist's/Master's) Perspective

I sigh, leaning back into my chair and prop my legs against the desk. My mind wandered to Vincenta and #13579, rather, the chicken and the idiot. I give a grunt of anger, giving into the satisfaction of pummeling my face into my paws. Minutes pass, and the situation was going nowhere. I ponder for a while. Such as how the two escaped my wrath, the way things have become tranquil. And dreadfully boring, might I add.

I remove my feet and instead slam my head into the desk multiple times. No matter how many times I did so, I could not feel pain. Perhaps eventually I would be able to break myself even further and pay for more repairs. I stop, not wanting to fill out the expenses for that. I sink further into the chair, shutting down multiple systems to save power. Even as I did so, I could tell something was going to happen. And it pains me, not knowing of every single situation.

Aella's Perspective

I look into the mirror, quite clearly realizing I was pranked.. agaain. So many times this had happened, I couldn't even bother counting them. I groan and wander the familiar trails to the river. I began to wash all the caramel and syrup off my fur, soaking there for a while. When my fur returned to its original color, I lifted myself out. Then-- wastefully-- I used my ability to dry my fur down. Now, that was a horrible idea. Why? Afterwards, Bea ran outside to throw a bucket of foul-smelling fish at me.

Luckily, my reflexes improved from her, thus, I dodged both the bucket and fish. Bea was laughing like a maniac. I cross my arms and tap my foot lightly on the ground, giving a glare to Bea. No, I would not give in and whine to Bea. I was going to give her the silent treatment. Bea internally whines and stops laughing.

"Sorry, Aella, but I wanted you to wake up earlier to take a walk with me."

"And to do so, you just had to throw a bucket of caramel and syrup at me?" I sigh, Bea muffling her giggles.

"Yes, yes I did. You sleep like a rock, y'know?" I shake my head in disapproval, dragged away by Bea, thus forced to take a stroll. Throughout the entire time, Bea would always try to make me smile. Such as making ridiculous faces at me. How can one even pull their face that far..? She eventually gives up, and we come across two mice. "Aella, look! There's two hobos passed out-- let's doodle on their faces!" Bea took out a marker and starts doodling. I furrow my eyebrows, cautiously walking beside her.

During the time Bea was doodling on the winged mouse's face, I decided to examine their features. One really did seem homeless, having a paper bag, striped scarf, dark raven fur, and golden piercings on his or her other ear. There was also a clover around what possibly was their mouth hole.

The next-- which Bea was of course still doodling on-- had quite a fancy hat, snowy-white hair, a striped tie, some really expensive-looking diamond tail accessory-- and had some wings, might I add. My instincts bugged me to run far away, but my logical side wasn't as logical, saying no. Bea trots over to the other mouse, almost lifting up their bag-- which in return they had instantly awoke and bit Bea's paw. She blinked a few times, processing what happened moments ago.

Bea gave a short cry of pain, struggling to remove the mouse off her paw. She closes her eyes and her paw has a faint orange aura surrounding it, meaning she used her powers to burn their mouth. They immediately back off, holding one paw against the singed area and ran off to shake the other mouse. Which in return, they had also awoke, though, they did not look relieved-- certainly more mad. She opens her mouth, speaking in olden terms.

"Hades, what thy hell is thoust doing to thine head?!" She took the nearest rock, aiming it at the mouse's head-- who I am assuming is Hades-- and threw it. Hades easily dodges it with a jump, slouching on the grassy ground. They lift a paw and place it behind their head.

"Well, sorry, Vincenta. I thought waking you up when we had company was a splendid idea." From the voice I assumed it was a he. Hades sighs and seemingly rolls his eyes. Said mouse (Vincenta) turns and look at Bea and I with a glare. Which I then avoid her gaze by looking at Bea. I took note, as she seemed to be in shock and anger. Vincenta grins.

"I see what you mean. It seems thy mice could prove useful to boss." I grit my teeth as the emotions swirl within me. This was not going to be a wonderful day.

Edric's (Mad Scientist's/Master's) Perspective

My systems slowly reboot, possibly due to the fact of damage. I gave a quick scan-down of the area, sensing a nostalgic presence. One I've despised with all my being for years... why did she have to come back?! Was it the incident with the pair of wood-workers? I click my tongue. No matter, I'll kill my twin, even if it means sacrificing myself in the process. I already made a back-up copy, so it should not matter. I clench my fists into a tight ball. I hurry off, grabbing my coat. Even if my systems hadn't finished its review, there was no time to waste.

. : / Chapter Eight \ : .
: [ Memory Lane ] :

Schyeld's Perspective

I wince at the sight of my reflection. Bruises were appearing, darkening my fur even further. I quickly made ripples in the water to erase the image.

How could they be so cruel?

All I ever wished for-- the only thing-- was to stay with my parents.

Ah, but no. They had to laugh. Laugh at how naive and idiotic I am. Perhaps I am gullible, yet they had no reason to point it out. I give a long sigh, limping across the cold, gravel. I'd have to find refuge in the forest for now. I look around for a comfortable area, happening to find the tree. The tree of all my worries. I blink a few times with my good eye to make sure I'm not hallucinating. I'm not. I continue forward, leaning my weight onto it. I breathe in.


... I could remember when every mouse was so nice. Perhaps it was... ten years ago?


I gush in awe, I couldn't even believe my own eyes! I ravish in the village's lovely fragrances, and the crisp autumn air whispering to me. I take a large whiff, smelling the distinct scent of bread. It was a nostalgic one, one my parents had bought for me in the past.

Until they had died.

I frown at the sudden memory, my gaze falling to the ground. I avoid stumbling into other mice, not wanting to attract any unnecessary attention. Unknowingly, I had walked into the darkened alleyways. I inwardly panic, eyes frantically taking in the rest of the scene. Five mice gathered around me. Each quite older. I continue analyzing.

Their eyes hold deceit and anger.

I gulp, taking one step back. They took two forwards. It seems that they want to... hurt me, but mice don't harm each other... Right?

"Oi, boss, wot' we gon' do wit' dis kid?" A bearded mouse started to crack his knuckles, I curl my paws into a ball.

"Ha, we should sell 'em! We'd get a good 'mount outta 'em." I quickly look to another mouse, one that was even more frightening than the other. I can't move my legs. Why can't I run? I look down to find my legs trembling. If I could do that-- why couldn't I at least be able to run?!

"M-Mother, father, please-- help me! I promise I won't disobey you again!" I cry out, even knowing that it was useless. I only did so to attract attention and perhaps scare them off

It didn't work.

A large, intimidating mouse (even more than the second one, which is a shock,) heads to me, a paw behind his back.

"Well, well? Your parents couldn't help you out even if they could. This is private territory, after all. And we require payment if you cross our territory." I open my mouth to speak, but I couldn't. Since when could I not..?

"Kid, do you have any money?" I hesitantly shook my head no. He immediately removes his paw behind his back, pushing it in front of me. A knife. He was going to harm me. "Well, what a shame. In this case," He snaps his digits, no sooner than that the mice pin me to the ground.

"We need your eyes."

... I shook my head. I refuse to remember the incident, taking in deep breaths to steady my breathing. I place a paw to my forehead, remembering the moment afterwards. I look upwards into the black sky, dots littering all over it.

"Scream and shout all you want, kid. They aren't comin' to save 'ya." He chuckles and I whimper. Why did they have to take away my sight..? Wasn't my parents enough? Why... Why couldn't it end? The man reaches over to my other eye, and a blur of black invades my vision. I blink a few times. There was a paw outstretched to me.

"Listen, are you going to take it or what?" I slowly process it, wiping away the blood in my vision. He seems to have an arrow in his head, a tie, and an eye patch... plus this really neat tail accessory! It was as if..

The mouse was a hero.

I swallow in a mouthful of air. "H-How should I trust you?" I stammer, holding my knees closer. He sighs.

"Think. What kind of mouse honestly does this for nothing? I'm rather quite lonely... and, well, would you rather have gone living with two eyes, or one?"

"... One." I take his paw and pull myself up. "U-Uh, I know I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, but, uh... M-My name's Schyeld! What's your name?" I beam and he stops walking, turning his head to me.

"So you know not to talk to strangers, but you do anyways? Kid, you're weird. I like that. I'm Ares, hope you can enjoy my company. Rather, I prefer you do, it's pretty lonely if you consider people assuming I'm an idiot for having an arrow in my forehead and without an eye. Well... You're kind of like me. That's why I'd enjoy that-- if you don't mind." I nodded and smiled.

"Of course we can be friends, Ares!"


... I smiled at the memory, clutching my chest. I frown afterwards, remembering how Ares chose to become the villain in the story. It really would've been nice if he just stayed the hero. I tilt my head back, closing my eyes. I could continue being the side-kick for a while... after all, side-kicks could be neutral, right? Or maybe I'm wrong..? Ah, it doesn't matter. Neutral it is.


Ares' Perspective

"What a spectacular day~!" Yes, it was always lovely, but there was something quite not right. Missing, in fact. I click my tongue. Right, him.

It's only a yes or no question.

So why couldn't you just decide?

I check my surroundings twice, making sure there was no mice following. Especially any allies, considering I must pay Schyeld a visit. I hope he doesn't mind, it'd be nice to meet someone after so many years... Maybe this time, you could join us.

It's getting late, you know?

. : / Chapter Nine \ : .
: [ A Silent Prank and a Medieval Bag ] :

Aella's Perspective


This is not a wonderful. Nope. It's a nightmare! Haa, maybe I should pinch myself? That'd be a waste of time... I must move quickly before they make their action. I would not let myself be captured by the enemy. Not now, and not ever.

I grip the handle and fan downwards, a gust lifting me into the air. I narrowed my eyes, a drop of sweat falling from my face. It has, been a while since I used my powers. I took quick breaths, trying to balance myself.

... Not as if they can fly, right? I mean. The wings were just for fancy-smancy show, riiiiight?! Oh, I jinxed myself.

The enemy flew straight into the air, swinging their fist back and punched right into my face. I yelp, almost falling with gravity.

"Looks like thou will actually be a challenge!" Vincenta muses.

'What a horrible name. Suits her.' I think in triumph. I began to process the fact that I did not balance myself as well as I thought I had done. I struggle to move my arms, but I boost myself just in time by forming another gust of wind with my paw below me. I surround myself in a ball of wind, stabilizing enough that I could stay in the air with a limited amount of time.

"Hah, whatever you say, you sassy idiot." Oh, did I say that out loud..? Dear me, well, she deserves it anyways. I clutch my arm and quickly rotate my paw. I blast ten spheres of wind to the enemy, thickening my 'shield' incase she decided to attack my weakest point when I attacked. I analyze the enemy.

Her magenta eyes turn into a scarlet red, then returning to the former color. I blink a few times, and she had already countered with a strange red aura that looked rather similar to a mouse. I quickly swivel to the side, staring at the enemy.

"What the hell was that?" I mutter, taking breaths.

"Thoust should not avoid thy fight." Her eyes turn into the same color, then returning normal.

"Huh? What are you?!--" I clutch my chest in pain. There was an enormous pressure holding me down, perhaps due to the hit from my back. I snapped into its direction, discovering a trail of red mist.

... Why do the ugly ones get the strangest powers?

Bea's Perspective

"Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!" I think repeatedly. I mean, come on! Why did the mouse have to bite me the moment I was going to draw on his face? I hope his taste buds burn~! I breath in, channeling flames into my arm. I can feel the heat rising to further temperatures within my paw. I tense up, thrusting forward my arm to form a blast of fire in his direction.

Of course, they dodge it and head towards me. Without a moment to react, he bit my arm. I give out a cry, shaking my arm in pain. I quickly brought the flames into my veins, and jump backwards to keep distance between us. I wipe away the blood on my fur.

"You taste delicious! It'd be a waste, but I still have to hand you over to the boss.." I process it momentarily, immediately shaking my heads from further distractions. I hold my paws together and form a sword, one made out of pure heat. A brilliant masterpiece, if I do say so myself. Sure, it's not in the pranking category, but it works. I shift to the right and lean on the side, quickly side-stepping to the left. I took a downwards swing at the mouse, the next one I put forth more energy. I repeat the sequence. I leap back to find that he had gained only a few scratches. I frown.

"How come you didn't burn?!" I shout at him; however, I was not waiting for an answer. I rummage through my hat, finding my famous bag-of-tricks. I tore it open and threw one of them straight at him. Luckily, the cannibal did not seem to pay attention, so it had made a graze on him. He then dropped to the ground.

I took a quick glance at Aella and held tighter onto the handle of my blade. She was not doing well. I took my time, taking a blue pill and threw it into the air. Nothing quite happened. That was to be expected-- it was a signal, after all. Aella, thankfully, saw this and forms a small, harmless gale of wind as a distraction. I grab the emergency pill, doing the same action with the blue one. It took one second. Smokes and flames burst forth from the pill, and once it had subsided a fake image of a fiery beast forms. In one swift motion, Aella and I run outside the 'burning' forest. After all, who knows if the medieval mouse could blow away the smoke with her wings? No chances this time.

Theodore's Perspective

What the hell was the boss thinking?! Oh, yes. Send me off to spy on two idiots, bird brain and organ glutton! And I was having a nice time eating a kiddies meal. He probably knows damn well that those two are capable of wandering on their own. But. NO. That jackarse still wants me to spy on them! I groan and step on a bug in pure rage. I fan myself as the sweat drips down my fur. GOD, is it HOT in this damned forest or is it just me?! Reminding me, why in the world am I still wearing this scarf. I pull it downwards slightly, enough that a cool breeze could sooth me.

I look back at the idiotic duo, finding the two other mice had already escaped. And, wait a minute-- is that fire?! No wonder it's so damn hot out here!

"Thy boss is going to be mad..." Vincenta mutters, looking around now that the smoke had dispersed.

"Yes... I didn't even get to eat anyone!" Hades cries out, clearing some of the remaining flames with his foot.

"Thou is avoiding thy point, Hades." She groans, twirling her hair in her paw.

"Yeah, well-- that's the point." I roll my eyes under the blindfold. Heh, maybe this is the best timing for a dramatic entrance. I step out of the shade of the (conveniently placed) tree. And I snap.

"WELL, OF COURSE. IF YOU IDIOTS HADN'T," I pause and give an awkward cough. "I mean, if you hadn't made a show back then or fail your orders... YOU WOULDN'T HAVE THIS-- wouldn't have gotten into trouble." The two turn to my direction in a defensive state before relaxing. Vincenta scoffs and looks away slightly.

"It's just Theo. What are thoust doing here?" She demands, hiding the shock in her voice by twirling her hair in her paw, again.

"Yes... What are you doing here, you delicious, fat meat?" Hades asks, slight drool coming from his mouth. I cringe and whack him with my fan on instinct.

"PLEASE. GO AWAY." He backs off and I sigh in relief, still uneasy. "If you want to know so badly, I was ordered to retrieve you idiots. Now, EITHER GO OR FEEL MY WRATH." I screech, the duo running away at the immediate reply. They were heading in the opposite direction, but eventually turn back to the right place. I groan and place a paw to my forehead.

What a headache.

. : / Chapter Ten \ : .
: [ Historical Lectures ] :

Third Mouse (Person...) Perspective

Kokoro stamps various shapes and sizes into the dough, and carefully carries them on a tray, placing them into an oven. Setting it to about 350 degrees, she wanders off to prepare the other various pastries. Everything was fine and dandy, until Kokoro took a whiff of the smoke, immediately stopping her current task. That included throwing the pan into the air, creating a smash in the ceiling, which was quickly ignored for the growing fire hazard.

Kokoro ran towards the oven, turning it off... by removing the plug instead of simply rotating the knob. Sighing in relief, Kokoro wiped the sweat off her forehead. Placing her paws on the handle, she opens it, revealing a whole mass of smoke. Kokoro coughs and swats away the smoke, discovering that the cookies were all burnt.

"Oh my... this isn't good! I should probably ask advice from that fortune teller, like, what do you do if all your cookies are burnt and the house is filled with smoke?" She walks towards the pantry and rummages through it, finding a few slices of swiss cheese. "How much was it again..? Five, no, two! That's not right either," she slams her head against the wall repeatedly. "Three, it was... three?!" Kokoro quickly grabs a pen, writing "three cheezits" on the table, not realizing it wasn't paper. She grabs the cheese and makes sure all the windows were locked, because she doesn't want any robbers stealing her smokin' cookies. Checking over once more, she walks out.

...

Serge sighs, knowing Kokoro was coming over to talk about the recent incident. Of course he knew. Serge scratches his head, and places the helmet on top of his head. He raises a paw with all digits jutting out and sits down. He gives another sigh of exhaustion, slowly counting down from five with each one lowering. Once all of them had been lowered, the door chimes rang, meaning the door opened. And what do you see? Kokoro, in all her glory.

"H-Hello again! I'd like to know--"

"Is it about your cookies?" Serge mutters, unamused by her antics.

"Y-Yes! How did you--"

"Fortune teller, remember? You always talk to me about this, Kokoro." Her eyes widen, and places a paw on her mouth.

"S-Sorry, Serge!" Said mouse sighs for the third time.

"... Do you have any sugar?" Kokoro tilts her head in confusion.

"Sugar? I thought it was cheese?" Serge rolls his eyes. 'I should've known better...' He thought, giving a grunt of disapproval. Serge strides over the pack of papers piled onto a counter. He quickly skims over each and every one, though there was a certain one that peaked his interest. He turns his head towards Kokoro and hands her the paper.

"Do you know what this is?" Serge asks, waiting for an answer from the blue-haired house burner.


Yukiko's Perspective

I leapt around the area, eventually stuffing my face into the snowy ground. I quickly pounce up into the air with a smile.

"It's snowing-- again!" I cheer, receiving a few grunts. I tilt my head slightly in confusion. "You guys don't like snow? I mean-- it's like-- white speckles of milk falling into a bowl of mice!" Some of the mice roll their eyes at me, others just gave a disapproving glare. Do they not like snow? Why not? It's one of the best things in the world! One of the mice stepped out of the crowd, waltzing over to me.

"Snow. Why don't we like snow? Well let me just tell you what's pretty much everyone's feeling. Snow," she hisses. "Happens all the time when you come to school! What's the point if you go and cause it to be canceled-- again?!" The rest of the mice nod in response. I bit my lip. The darker-furred mouse seems pleased with himself and walked back inside. Maybe for the chocolate with those yellow beetles? Whatever you call them-- either way I still don't get it!

Why can't they like snow, I mean, really?! It's one of the best things you could possibly have. I turn my head around, finding that the rest of the mice had already went back to the large, wooden building we call a school. I sigh. I guess not every mouse can enjoy the snow. Maybe they have a point... ah! I better hurry before I get punished.

Mizuki's Perspective

Fuu, I despise school. No, seriously. Would any mouse with a logical mind enjoy sitting in a worn, broken down room sitting on a stump having to listen to a teacher drone on and on? I certainly wouldn't. I mean, at least I'm, like, one of the popular mice around here. Probably even the most liked and asked out... if that one freaking mouse didn't always show up and spread snow everywhere like it's Cheezmauus! Quickly imagining some gum, it appeared within my paws and I placed it in my mouth as quickly as it came. I chew on it for good measure.

The teacher continues lecturing us. It's as if they'll never stop... can someone please stop her from speaking us to death?! That's what the parents are for, not other adults! Mother Luck seemed to favor me, as some mouse decides to pass me a note made out of leaves (don't ask). Finally, something that will cure my fuu-dan boredom! I quickly read the note, shielding it from gazes of others with my paws.

'Don't you think that school is T O T A L L Y boring, Mizuumii? - Ruki' I glance over at Ruki, and it seems like he was pretending to pay attention to the teacher. I huffed, scratching words into the leaves. Looks like I'd have to pay for another nail, claw, whatever you call it.

'Well dUH, who the hell is named Miss Scribbles?? - M'

Checking the board to see if the teacher would notice, she turns to the board. Quickly, I pass the note towards Ruki. He begins to scratch words into it, and was about to pass the note to me. Well, that, until the teacher turns her head around and catches him in the act. Looks like I've been caught.

Yukiko's Perspective

So, I've heard of the saying help others in need... and I really, really should help Mizuki and Ruki, but... Pink. Dear heavenly mouse in heaven, pink has to be the worst color existed in the pigment. Not to mention-- they're both foul-trouble frogs. I sigh and look the way with a grin. Sorry, looks like I can't help you this time. Have fun in the lake of many foul stenches~!

Ol' Edwin's Perspective

Hohoo~! I can't wait to tell 'em ol' whipper-snappers an ol' fashion tale of history. Especially that one mouse, Seth. I'm sure he'll enjoy th' good amount of historical information, knowing him and all that jazz. I look back at the wall, noting the time.

5 'o clock.

Just in time, too! It'd be embarassin' if I was late to this ol' group... Strutting into the room, I scanned over the rows and notice that only three mice came. Mira, Massogassuu (however you pronounce it), and, of course, ol' Seth. I stroke my beard and pout. I thought maybe Edric or Ronin would come today! Aah, whatever, that's their problem... knowing their friendly relationship. I grab a thick book lying on the ground, and slam it against the desk for a dramatic entry. I clear my throat,

"Alrightie, y' ol' whipper-snappers! Pay attention now..."

Edric's (Mad Scientist's/Master's) Perspective

I swivel in my chair, twirling a loose string attached to my coat. I gave a heavy sigh. It'd be near the time where I'd have to give... Lurin, a lovely visit. Well, I would have, but my systems malfunctioned after I stood, thus rendering me useless-- again. Supposingly, this would take quite a while before I could reboot. Now, in no way does that mean I cannot understand my surroundings.

I felt a pair of arms curl around me, lifting me up. I mentally groaned.

"Hehe, I'm so lucky that I decided to visit you today, Edriiic~! That means... I can dress you up again!"

...

Ronin is going to die afterwards. I swear it.

Seth's Perspective

Sure, I was feeling under the weather a while ago, but now I feel ecstatic! Today, Edwin would explain about the history of... I can't quite remember, but the history of something! Though, I'm rather quite surprised that Mari and Masogazu attended. Normally, Masogazu would be running after Vincenta and Mari would be in the shower singing-- or chasing men. Well, that's none of my business.

I turn to the right facing Masogazu, noticing he was stabbing himself with a needle of sorts. I turn to the left, there was Mari, consuming an abundant amount of chocolate. Frankly, I'm upset they didn't take this seriously. I sigh, leaning my head onto my paw. I strain my ears, hearing the soft footsteps growing closer. I gave a grin, excited for the lecture.

Nothing will stop me now!

-- "i should get fired for even buying cookies" --

Serge was both distressed and in a daze, dreaming about one of Kokoro's charred (yet marginally edible,) cookies... well, until another vision clouds his mind.

...

This one just so happened to take place in a rather well-kept room. More specifically, an immaculate kitchen. Enough that you could see your reflection without trying. Everything was in tip-top shape! Nothing appears to be amiss and it seems quite nostalgic... well, it stayed that way until the black silhouette presented itself.

It creeps towards a high place on one of the wooden shelves, Serge focuses a tad bit more, finding a blurry shape to be his cookie jar. Embarrassingly, there were words marked in red ink, "Don't touch or be burnt." (Which, to be frank, wasn't that atrocious.) Serge could not identify the figure, but it reaches the top and snags the cookie jar. The figure descends, twisting the cap open with ease and steals the cookies.

His beloved sugar cookies.

...

The vision concludes with a passing of white, and Serge checks the clock to find he roused at midnight. He bit his lower lip and scrambles out of the warm chaise. Serge couldn't allow anyone take his cookies! In silence, he slinks to the kitchen hall.

..

Cielia couldn't become dormant, so she went for a short excursion through the comfort of night. As she strolls, she distinguishes a figure attempting to hide. She covers her amusement and squints a bit, finding that it was Serge lurking through the shadows. Curiosity got the best of her, and she begins to sink inside his shadow for a little... observation. (Nobody stalks, right?)

Eventually, the duo reaches the kitchen.

..

Theodore, happens to have a snacking urge at night. Perhaps even malnourished at the time, but that wasn't the point. Theodore didn't desire an ordinary, healthy meal. No-- this was vital-- it was a sweet craving! In a painful and lethargic manner, he exits his lounging and straight into the kitchen... to clearly have cookies from a jar.

..

Lo and behold, it was shocking enough, but essentially every mouse was in the kitchen to get a midnight refreshment. (Jeez, even Edric for some reason was there!) The mice in question, of course, were silent, analyzing each other. They were anticipating the next move, and it seems as if time stood still for this moment. Well, everything was exceptional, emphasis on was, since Hades cut off the silence.

"There's only one left." The cannibal drawls in disappointment, since there were no lung cookies left. He twists the lid back on and saunters to a closet he was currently residing in. He shuts the doors with a lock, and a moment passes. And another, and another... but then..

Pandemonium and ridicule commences. The mice begin to clash over the last one, no matter what flavor it was. It was distinct enough not one of them knew who would even get it-- so the logical (yet not so much,) course was to argue over it. They order a war about the cookie. Rules were set.

The last one standing would have it.

Aella and Vincenta were circling in the air, dangerously close to the ceiling. It was likely they would have an sky battle, even more possible to blow off the ceiling, roof along with it. Hell, not even a single mouse knew what was going on anymore! (Except Serge, he's a huge know-it-all.)

"Does thou think they can get thy cookie? I think not!" Vincenta declares, conjuring a sphere that fallen spirits waltz around. She hurls it at Aella, the sphere missing by about five inches and dissipating subsequently. The named mouse snickers, forming an orb of her own, though one of compact air pressure in her paws.

"Riiight, you hideous, medieval sass master!" Aella spits, throwing the ball at Vincenta. Bulls-eye! Vincenta collides into a wall-- identical to a bug-like bird crashing into a speeding car.

Meanwhile, Hope and Bea were fighting. (So were the others, but I'm sure you can understand that I'm too lazy of an author to write something interesting.) Of course, the two didn't use normal weapons. Hope was using llamas, while Bea was using her miraculous hat of pranks.

"So, YOU, think that you can even justify enough to steal my alpaca cookies?! That's not possible, my friend." Hope shrieks, grabbing a nearby (and poor) llama, throwing it at Bea. Bea conveniently holds a caramel-syrup bucket to catch the llama, using it as a shield for any potential attacks.

"Really, I thought they were cat cookies!" Bea replies, taking the syrup-coated llama (including the bucket) and throwing it at Hope. Hope dodges it, sitting on a llama and running to Bea's left. An electric-green flame of rage envelopes her, lashing out in multiple directions violently.

"Llamas! Alpacas! Not cats!" Hope cries out in anger once more, getting numerous llamas to trample all over Bea's (lovely) face. As they continue to stomp all over Bea, Ronin was bringing out dresses non-stop, chasing down Edric. Obviously, that really didn't work out well, as Edric kicks Ronin straight into the ceiling (and into the roof, which we thought Aella and Vincenta would do first. In a despondent manner, of course,) Ronin creating a indentation of himself in the metal frame-work.

Now, as these mice continue to quarrel, there was that one mouse. That one mouse who destroyed the cookie jar earlier in their bickering and the cookie. The poor sack was Ares, who had used his ability on complete accident. The jar was in fragments, and the cookies were dust. Every mouse pauses, taking in the situation. After a heartbeat a dark, heavy aura inundates the area. Ares backs up, step by step, throwing his paws up in the air.

"Wh-What's wrong guys?" Ares stammers, panic visible on his face.

...

Later in the evening, Ares was covered in bruises and gained broken bones. Ah, but nobody really knew that Lurin and Kokoro had brought some more cookies. Once the two arrived at the estate, nearly every mouse was in a predicament and had great discipline. (Which consisted of extreme prices, salary cut-backs, and torture.)