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[A.

Wow, man, it seems that you have basically fucked up; not only did you get friendly/handsy/conversational/in the same area code as Gamma, but, now? Zimmy can't find her.

That makes you public enemy #1.
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Yer get one chance, schlub! Where the hell is she?!


[B.



Wh

...is Zimmy in a good mood?

All current evidence - which is in direct conflict with previously-gathered evidence that suggests that she is never in a good mood - seems to point to this conclusion! Probably the rain; she always gets better in the rain. Still... this much? It's a rare sight.

With a goofy grin, the Zalgo-faced demon creepy girl kicks off her shoes (literally kicks, sending them flying through a nearby window), and just... spins in a circle, letting the ran wash over her, and clear the gunk from her eyes. After a moment, she takes a couple of steps back, and plops down against a tree, looking basically as content as can be.

Are you scared yet?
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[C.



Welp. You sure did get pulled into the Fitty Zone Zimmy's waking nightmares.

Remember how, like, a moment ago, there were trees? Gardens? Sunlight? Yeah, not anymore; it's all been replaced by a shadowy cityscape, filled with faceless walking horrors, and caricatures of society's decay.

Zimmy's staring at you intently, and clearly on edge; she looks torn between beating the piss out of you, and running for her life. As it is, she's taken up a defensive posture, and seems to be waiting for you to make the first move, and confirm your true nature.
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[A.

You were probably really engrossed in whatever you were doing, weren't you? Maybe even trying to concentrate. Maybe it requires concentration, lest you make a cataclysmic error. That's cool, that's cool...

Except. Well.

Incoming.
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WAHAHA~! [Her laugh preceeds her by several moments, but, soon enough, she bounces up to you, and stares at whatever you're doing.]

Ahaha, what's that, what's that~? It looks interesting~!


[B.



You happen upon a sunlit meadow, the grass soft and inviting... the perfect place for a nap, really.

Except, someone beat you to it. Snoring softly, and looking terribly content, a pink-haired girl dozes a short way off. If bothered, she'll awaken; if not, she'll probably get up soon on her own, and possibly question why you would stare at a sleeping girl. I mean, that's kind of weird, bro.
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[C.



You know what's on the second floor of a building?

Awesome shit. Well, probably. I guess it really doesn't matter what's up there. The point is, you're going up there! With Misha in tow, for some reason. You poor fool...

You know what the problem with the second floor of any given building is, though?

You have to climb stairs to get there.

As you reach the top of the stairs, Misha sort of clunks against you, holding your arm for support, and looking a little woozy.
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Ahaha~ Sorry, sorry, just give me a moment...