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I found out about "Brave Beats" (thanks to YouTuber @medusaspower2365, an ASFR guy), it was fun, filled a role I was needing for the greater scheme that is Madoka's ressurection, I had to include it. After all, because this is me we're talking about, I had to crossover the anime with something, preferably something psychological and emotional damaging for kids in a work of mine.

The preface is here, because I found no fanfic about it, so some readers hearing of the show's name first is required. I always use prefaces as announcements.

I will not begin writing yet however, because I first need to finish watching the anime, to be able of fully integrating Maria, the deceased Magic Girls, my other OC Incubator who is not Dawn, and "Fatal Frame" into the story. Until then, enjoy my other works ! Bye bye !

Actually, one more thing. The fanfic that comes right before this one in the series is set during 2039, meaning THIS fic is set through out 2040. Using "Kakegurui" as my time reference, this fic begins by 2040's spring ("Kakegurui: Twin" time period), and ends by 2040's winter (Yumeko's school year, or the Chistmas vacation of her school year).

Edit: Because of the "Brave Beats" episode surrounding a clock tower, the crossover now includes the "Clock Tower" saga in the mix.

I know most would prefer Jennifer's story. Believe me, I would too. But "Struggle within" just fits the narrative better, since "Madoka Magica" makes a point of saying the Magical Girls are walking corpses, and the way of everyone speaking in that game implies they see themselves as dead already. Plus, the original story surrounds a cult towards the Eldritch, and it's set on Europe. I've already added a lot of things to this saga, I must ensure it does not lose its focus.

One warning though, I'm going to be using mostly the japanese version of the terms and descriptions of the game, not the american version of them. Gotta be as faithful as possible to the source. Although, that won't stop me from including more of the "PMMM" spin-offs, so the "Clock Tower" story is perfectly integrated here.

I hope you all enjoy this addition. Bye bye !

Update: Here's Daniella from "Haunting Ground" ! She's Maito's mentor.

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The Kamihama Institution of Medecine and Scientific Research. One of the last strongholds of the now nearly extinct 300 Commitee. Its last project is its last hope to fulfill the crippled organization's goals.

A magnificent building dedicated to medecine and discovery. The latest technology available for it...and of course, its more secret sections. The designers must have drawn inspiration from Holmes's palace, his World Fair's Hotel. But the Clock Tower is entirely original to this building. Its reputation is as well. It overlooks MUCH of Kamihama City, even the new arrivals from Aurzon city, near Mitakihara.

But it can not overlook everything. It can not overlook the cosmos, its planets, the people in the inhabitable systems... Everything the Magical Girls once protected, only for the Demonic Labyrinth and its Dirac Ocean to take over it all, merging universes as to compensate for the energy reserves each one lacked. Soon, the proccess will become complete. The escaped spirits from from the now broken Law of Cycles helped in it. The Witch, Elly, for example helped in the evolution of an entire alien race, by help trafficking other Spirits with her into the physical world, existing as ghosts.

Somewhere in space, lies a planet inhabited by a race named Dancerians. A race whose culture is all centered around the art of dance and music.

This race faces its own problems. The origin of them seems to be their harsh and prideful King. A Dancerian named Breakin counts with the help of the planet's self appointed goddess, Elly, to try and change the status quo imposed by the King and his power sources. They all owe the goddess much, including their hardships. The Spectres that left Earth, travelling this long distance into this alien planet made this world their second home, and the King made use of them, making him more practical, to put it mildly.

This is where it starts. In a throne room bathed in shadow, with only the central arena in it illuminated by the light from the rainbow colored world outside. A robot like being appears, using the power of his Witch like Familiar along with the world's own gems, and all they represent. His introduction is clear and sudden, but is allowed to occur

-Dance King ! My name is Breakin'. I come to challenge you for the title of Dance King ! I have mastered all forms of dance for this occasion !

A spectral chorus composed by a female and a male voices carelessly stitched together comes out of the biggest body in that planet:

-You, small Dancerian, dare to propose such challenge against your king, claiming yourself the strongest ? Such arrogance from a fledgling.

-King of Dance, prepare to have your soul moved ! Step on !

Joining the palms of his hands, and then separating them, he reveals a discoball of sorts composed of all that world's gems, confirming his claims as he filled the room in an aura as colorful as a canvas Their Goddess, the Witch, was truly on his side. Yet another Law brought into question.

Breakin' began his dance. Not much is worth registring. His technique is exemplary, but he lacks soul and emotion, despite his determination and anger.

'She may not be so much on his side after all. I don't feel him any meaningful memories being displayed.'

'Not even the Wraiths show interest in passing on from devouring our power, to devouring his. That means his heart is not focused enough. How disappointing.'

'Continue Breakin'. She'll show herself to us soon. I know she will !'

And continue they did. But Gisela overestimanted herself and her host/partner. Elly was not a fighter like them. She was a performer. And they were not performers. They were fighters, even if the spiritual one risked rust covering her outside her Afterlife. It was obvious this would not work. But what a performer has in common to a fighter, is that both sides of the spectrum are stubborn. But the results drew the line.

-There ! Did I move your heart ?

-...That was pathetic.

-Huh !? - so sad to fail, especially when two secret spectators, a physical immitation of a Bunny and an actual Bunny (who was also a would-be Witch), were watching from the shadows.

-The only good thing about your dance was your technique, which was impeccable. But that alone is not enough to move someone's soul. Which is why...I propose a deal. One that surpasses the alternative.

The Wraiths moved, but not to eat. Another would-be Witch had been spred across. From the would-be Zenobia, the Wraiths' powers to reshape themselves were expanded. Now they could even influence their own substance to become more physical, albeit as fragil as sand. Using such power, they meticulously recreated a full sandlike version of the planet Earth. But that was only the iceberg's tip of their powers' expansion.

-You are certainly familiarized with Earth, the holy land. - the king separated the handmade discoball from its owner through the use of an artificial wind, separating then the gems from each other without even touching them - I shall send the gems to the birthplace of our pantheon. - both the king and his spiritual queen, now in agreement (seeing her sand protegé at work usually softens her mind), sent the gems towards the distortion in time and space that was the Wraith Sand globe, more specifically, into the Earth island known as Japan, removing them from this planet.

-If you can again dominate all the dance styles our main goddess brought us, and understand what you missed in this presentation - the wind then held Breakin' into the air, but before banishing him into Earth, the authority being finishes their proposal - I shall grant you another chance at challenging me. Now, go ! The search begins anew !

The banishment was complete. Hopefully, he would not be alone for long. Hopefully, his endeavour wouldn't be the only of importance. The Devil's birthplace is no matter for laughs. Then again, these Spirits once known as Witches had found their places in the universe of the living again. Perhaps the Devil should take notice ?

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Accord:  To anyone who reads this record, feel free to give your opinion. Outside of my universe, there is no risk of God tracing you back to yours, should you break your roles as ghostlike spectators. I would love to receive feedback before I have to return to the new route that was created back in my reality of blood and disaster. In this case, I want to know if you think Homura should gain access to the Magical Girls that left the Law, or not. Please note that outside of it, it seems their old flaws resurface.

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Neon lights sparkle as a deep voice speaks, revealing a shadowy figure in a dance pose

Once the voice speaks again, another figure is revealed, this time more feminine looking.

Yet a third figure reveals itself, another male.

The first one appears in between flashes, now the face as clear as day, looking up, until the green eyes land on a white haired man and 14 year old girl with short black hair. Their apparition removes the glow from the eyes along with its pupils.

As the song gains crescendo, more flashes of children appear, alternating between them smiling as their eyes cry tar.

The image progression reveals then the nightclub in full, with meaningless shadows dancing. Amidst them, a 14 year old boy, a 14 year old girl (this one more professionally) and 11 year old girl dance, the only relevant people still standing and dancing among the shadows.

Meanwhile, in the VIP section, a long green haired dominatrix mahou shoujo and a partner of hers paint an image unseen to the viewer. The former smiles, looking quite closely to the ice statues in the VIP section, and a female looking shadowy figure

In the sofas, sits a black haired pale looking woman, seemingly disconnected of reality by looking to the infinite, her ring shining in the proccess

The music ends on the club's main stage, where the three shadowy figures from ealier appear now, alternating between child forms and their adult transformations. The central figure, a 14 year old boy with a red mini jacket, eventually falls to the ground without warning, asleep, being looked over by his partner.

And finally, the disco ball composed by the Dance Gems undoes itself, surrounding everything in blinding light, fading the scenario into blackness mere seconds later.