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[taintedwhite]

[A – Wretched Egg upon her arrival at Tower of Animus, and discovering floor seventeen]

Wretched Egg had woken up in yet another prison. Sure it wasn’t the prison known as Deadman Wonderland, but it could have been. Someone had even dared putting some ridiculous colored collar around her neck. Still one thing that was missing. One very important thing as far as the Wretched Egg was concerned: The Mother Goose System. The damn lullaby that kept her trapped inside of Shiro’s body, that prevented her from having fun and destroying whatever she pleased. So this prison definitely had potential.

The first floors of the first block however were rather disappointing… until she reached the seventeenth floor. The room was completely empty and rather dark, except for the many blood prints standing out on the walls. A sick smile quickly formed onto her lips as she first heard the screams of terror and agony. How she relished in those sounds. How she wished she could be the one causing them. Wretched Egg chuckled.

“Ksha~ Maybe I will like it here after all~”

Especially if she could find volunteers to help her add more blood prints onto this wall. But she wasn’t too worried about that. She just had to wait for some oblivious newcomer to come by.


[B – Shiro on flour four, after raiding the cafeteria]

Shiro was sitting on a carpet surrounded by dozens and dozens of boxes of cookies, candies, bubble gums and anything else containing at least fifty percent of sugar that she had been able to find. She was currently in the process of making two perfectly equal piles.

“One for Shiro…” And she added a big cardboard box onto the right pile. “One for Ganta…” An identical box was precariously laid on top of the left pile. “One for Shiro…”

This time Shiro paused after adding a metal box on top of her pile. Where was the second box? The one for Ganta? She needed it. Looking around her she spotted it at the furthest end of the room. And smiled. A wide happy smile.

“Here you are, box! Shiro found you!”

And instead of standing up and walking to it like most people would have done, she arched backward, made two backward somersaults and ended up on her feet, proudly brandishing the box she had picked up mid-move. She walked back to her piles mimicking a robot and genuinely laughing at her own antics.

“One for Ganta…”

She added the box onto the left pile before plopping back down onto the carpet and resuming the fair division of her bounty. Hopefully Ganta would get there soon. Shiro was getting hungrier and hungrier with every box she added to each of the piles. But it would be worth the wait. Sweets were always better when shared with a friend. And Ganta truly was Shiro’s best friend.

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A, because most people are probably too afraid to choose this.

[oforder]

"You would be one of the first."

Cue, one obvious newcomer. The voice came from behind, from a man standing at the top of the stairs. He understood why so many found this floor so disturbing, but to him, it was boring. No real source for the screaming, the bloody handprints were purely cosmetic, and there really wasn't anything else up here. It was... well... boring.

Except for today. He could tell this person was different from the moment he first saw her show up on the Compass. A bit like Albedo, actually.

"But I wonder how long it will be before you change your mind?"

Quite unsurprisingly~

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Wretched Egg looked up at the white haired man, her smile widening.

"How long did it take you~?"

She wouldn't attack just yet. She would take the time to know her prey a bit before. To know how to strike to hurt him the most. Torture was a science. She had learnt that from Hagire.

[oforder]

"Three seconds, perhaps. I cannot save my own universe from this place. But I am assuming that isn't what you meant by that question, is it?" Wilhelm took a few steps towards her. Oh, he knows her type. A little more than he'd like, actually; Dark Precure, Ganondorf, a few of the caretakers of this Tower.

She, however, was different. He was actually interested in this one.

"They do enjoy bringing the violent types here, don't they? I wonder why. A Darwinian experiment like this has always had one consistent outcome."

[taintedwhite]

"Do they now~? I should thank them, then. But that doesn't tell me who they are. Where they are. And what type you are... Mr Savior of your own universe."

And as she talked to him, she took a few steps toward him as well. Deliberately slow steps. Like a lion stalking its prey. The vicious look in her eyes being added bonus.

[oforder]

"It doesn't?" He asked, in regard to her last question. No doubt she'd find out where the other crazies in this place were on her own. Every time someone like her showed up on the network, they came out of the woodwork in droves.

The way she approached him drew no response. He's been in this position before... three times, actually. All three of them regretted it later. But this one was different. He was actually somewhat fascinated, and he couldn't figure out why.

[taintedwhite]

She shook her head, smiled and clucked her tongue. "You're the annoying type." The kind of people who enjoy being vague. "And I don't feel like being annoyed."

His lack of reaction. That was pretty annoying too. If he refused to provide her with any interesting piece of information, getting rid of him would at least give her some satisfaction. A ring of purple colored octagons appeared around her as her body was lifted a few feet above the ground and she laughed.

"Ksha~"

[oforder]

She and everyone else he's met who arrived in this tower recently. But that power... that was fairly interesting. He's never seen that before, not on anyone who arrived here. He fully expected her to attack him - she wasn't the first to do so - and he expected his response to have the exact same reaction everyone else has when they realize he isn't some weakling in a fancy suit.

Only this time, he isn't going to harm her. No... he's going to enjoy this one.

[taintedwhite]

And since he still wasn't doing anything, she did launch her attack. Blood escaping her body in long ribbons. The purple octagons started whirling faster around Wretched Egg, creating some kind of hurricane, before rushing forward to destroy the stairs on which Wilhelm was still standing. Meanwhile the blood whips were targetting Wilhelm himself.

[oforder]

Wilhelm seemed to be standing still, not moving at all, when the hurricane and whips shot towards him. But as dust was kicked up and the destruction created an elaborate smokescreen that obscured the entire 'battlefield,' there was no cry of pain or anything the Wretched Egg was used to hearing at this point. And as the smoke cleared... there was no sign of him.

"This world is not like your own," came his voice, but not from where he was standing before. Rather, he was now a few good yards behind her, a dimensional wormhole closing behind him. "That is an impressive ability, but you are not alone in having such powers in a place like this."

[taintedwhite]

Wretched Egg was indeed surprised by the lack of screams of terror and pain. But well some people were too proud to cry. They died all the same. She waited for the smoke to clear, anticipating the delightful sight of his broken body bleeding out onto the ruins of the staircase. But when it happened: the white haired man was nowhere to be seen.

Wretched Egg's smile faded, her eyes narrowing in anger and her hands balling into fist. She quickly turned around as she heard his voice behind her, just in time to see the hole close itself. She looked back at Wilhelm tilting her head and her twisted grin forming upon her lips again.

"Ksha~ Or so it seems~"

Maybe her stay here was not going to be as boring as she had initially thought it would be.