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Len laid in bed, right hand held high above his face. How'd he get here again? He remembered the pain of the shot from that boy in the hall. He never saw him before, what grudge could he hold against him?
He sat up, Rin still sound asleep in the mattress made bed next to him, and smiled softly before exiting to brush his teeth.
The day went normal, as normal as days could get, except for one thing.
After the morning, he couldn't remember the incident.
Wait, what was the incident again?
He ignored it for a while, until the twins made some food after walking back from the grocery store in nice weather and clear skies.
His sister looked towards him a lot, every once in a while, some he caught and some missed.
Eventually, as Len changed into casual clothes after the planned outings of the day, Rin faced him and said one word.
"Kneel."
So he did.
Wait, why did he do it?
She smiled after her order was followed. She tried another one
"Spin around."
So he did, standing up then turning once then stopping immediately.
She held her hand up with two last commands.
"Stop."
What was he thinking about ag-
"Bang!"
His head immediately got a hole in the middle, caving in his face with gore and brain matter all over the ground in small bits, blood leaking on wooden floors.
She texted Flower.
'Task 2: Sucess'

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Momo woke up, gasping for air immediately. Sweat dripped down her whole body, cold as she examined the place she was kept.
...Looked like an abandoned mall, okay...?
She walked around, wary, the place looking much like the mall out in the city.
She looked down to examine her physical condition, to discover a color with a red light in the front, dim enough to not be able to let her see in front of her as well as she wish.
She wandered more, seeing many spirits of sorts, and Serpoians but staying out of their radar so she doesn't have to interact, or worse yet, battle any.
Until she walked into a hallway leading to a hotel, turning left and looking up to see a group of Serpoians, regular attire but two of the three held something in their hands, covered in too dark of shadows to make out.
The group walked slowly up to her, for her to slowly back away, until they lunged at her.
Then she ran.
Oh, shit, where was the place she entered?
She got slammed to the ground, groaning as her temple hit tiles, the Serpoians discussing her worth.
"The human species is very..."
"But this one is..."
"What about the other..."
She got woozy, and the Serpoians noticed her listening in, crushing her her to the tile floor once again.
At least she'll get rest for a while, the very little shitty bright side there was.

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Dib woke up, eyes trying to close back shut as he tries to open them. When he managed to open them through sheer willpower, he looked around, everything in a blurry clear film. He almost immediately realized he was in a tube in Zim's lab.
As soon as he realized that, he realized he needed air, his body immediately gasping for it. However, he was completely surrounded in a clear gel, which stung his eyes the whole time, and as he breathed in, caused him to forcefully swallow what he had, throat tingling somewhat.
He looked up, the entrance of the tube, he tried to move up, and open the capsule, but it was locked from the outside. He struggled for more air, gulping down more and more of the glassy substance, feeling it at the bottom of his stomach. Eventually some got caught in his throat, causing him to cough.
He heard whirring from above, as more of the gel filled the tube, he turned quickly towards the computer in the base.
Zim sat at it, turning around and grinning sinister as he saw Dib looking at him, in some hope of mercy, but Zim just wiped his hand off and walked back to the elevator.
How will he every get out of this place?
Will he every get out of this place?

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Mitsuba opens his eyes slowly, upon sight he sees Kou, whom inhales sharply, causing him to cough, but he quickly comes back, smiling wide at Mitsuba.
Mitsuba's head hurts, thumping at the temples, he tried to keep his eyes open to observe his surroundings.
He was in fact, in the bathrooms. Kou grabs one of his hands and outlines the sides of the claws. Oh right, Tsukasa made him eat that after... what happened before he was a School Wonder. He knew he was friends with Kou, but not much else.
His head was foggy at the moment, what could he do? He gasped as Kou rubbed by the side of his squeezed shut eyes, feeling the warm touch of tears.
Wait, he was crying?
He rubbed at his eyes to stop the tears, pushing back Kou's hand. He tried to comfort himself but the constant reminder of his transformation was there with scratches and the faint feeling of all the extra shit he gained.
Kou slowly rubbed his back, staring at Mitsuba on the mirror.
Mitsuba noticed, and looked up to finally see what he looked like.
This was the moment he thought he was ugly, the first time. Even bigger, sudden tears poured down his face, audible sobbing was caught in his throught.
"Woah, Mitsuba, it's fine, it's gonna be okay," Kou panics, trying to comfort Mitsuba.
Mitsuba coughs, then looks up at Kou, tears continuing to fall. "I feel like a monster!" Mitsuba choked-cried out, now letting his sobbing fully out. He hugged Kou, just as a shoulder to lean on. Kou stayed there, rubbing his tears in intervals of rubbing the back of his head, hoping he comforted Mitsuba even the slightest bit.
Mitsuba felt worse than ever.

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Alphonse remembered when Edward cheered him on, on every decision and problem he encountered. He didn't think he'd turned his back now. Or hide anything from him, his entire life. He remembered his last moments in thinking the church was fake, finally that this 'god' wasn't real. He saw the posters Edward tried to block, he knew something was up as he only caught pieces and snippets of it. And his brother asked for him to forgive him, HA, he wouldn't of leave him here, burnt, bleeding, and wounded. Yet, Alphonse would of done the same. His life was well lived, he hopes his life was for a good cause. As he bled onto the ground, breathing feeling like a mandatory task and eyes feeling heavy, he said his last words. "I forgive you... brother."

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Scott Pilgrim remembered back to when Knives went upon him. Now, he held his penis in hand, not knowing what to do with his pent-up frustration.
He didn't like it, yet when he does this stuff in the bathroom, it painfully arouses him. Scott himself doesn't know why. He replaces Knives with Ramona to try to make him feel better about his action, but it does nothing.
Scott grunts as he tries to do prevent his hand from going up on it, and just go to the bathroom like a normal person, yet he can't help but just to do it to feel the pleasure from that moment and the times with Ramona.
He stops, as soon as the clear, lukewarm pre-cum starts to coat his tip, feeling regret in his actions.
Scott gags, then actually almost hurls, able to turn around quick enough and vomit in the toilet. He groans and coughs violently, bringing up more of his previous snacking. He violently heaves up nothing for a few moments, relieved when it stopped.
He pulled up his still-down pants, unlocked and walked out of the door, to get a drink downstairs to clear the horrendous mix of acids in his mouth.
After he finishes, he goes upstairs in his room and immediately pulls the curtains closer, and gets on top of the bed, pulling dick out once again.
He just wanted to finish what he started.
He tried to get at the climax as quickly as possible, harder after the build-up he did but managing to cum after too many strokes. Or what felt like too many.
Regret burrows itself furrow as he thinks back to when he dated Knives. He didn't have any feeling like this, only when she did this.
He moans out Ramona's name, climax hitting after he came, flush hitting his face, panting after the worse, or best, of it was over.
Scott groans, sitting on the side of the bed with only his undergarments, now too deep in bad feelings to do anything.
Why has he relapsed, after not doing anything like this for about a month?
Tears well up, being the only two at the moment, after wiping them off.
He jumped as soon as he heard a click at the door, Ramona looking in the room, looking at the bathroom. "Scott, are yo-"
She cuts herself off as soon as she turned her head towards the bed. Scott's blush turns even darker, he quickly pulls up his pants and zips them, and stands up, quickly walking towards the door.
"Scott, what were you-?" Ramona starts, pausing as Scott hugged her, tears welling up in a big wave. Ramona hugged him back, asking "What happened?" and "Do you want to talk about it?"
Scott pushes from the hugs, and nods at her questions, walking back to his previous spot.
And he told her everything.

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Tohru stopped breathing momentarily as soon as Kyo entered, Kyo putting flowers by the table side. Tohru couldn't leave, restrained by the IV unit next to her, but she never looked him in the eyes.
Kyo rubs the back of his head, trying to make small talk, says "How are you?"
Tohru just grunts, and otherwise, stayed silent. Kyo grabbed her hand with the bandages and held it up to his head, and asked,
"Are you mad at me?"
Tohru finally looks him in the eyes, anger covering her face. "Of course I'm not!" she exclaims, the two staring at each other, until Tohru broke her facade and starts to softly smile.
"Would you ever want me, looking like a zombie?" she asks, holding Kyo's hand to add on to the question.
Kyo looks at her, dead in the eye. "Of course I would, that doesn't matter." he says as he kissed the scars hidden beneath layers of bandages.

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"I've done it flower, he won't be revived for a while," Rin says, holding her hand out for the money he promised her. flower nodded and smiled, handing the money quietly. Rin smiled a fake smile back, and turns around to leave the empty school grounds with the money.
BANG!
A gunshot rang through the area, Rin collapsing to the ground, bullet landing next to her heart. She groans as she fell to ground, flower quickly walking towards her.
"You ballistic bastard," she grumbled out for flower to respond,
"I could always see straight you."
He blew her head off, tumbling only a few inches, as he promised on that day.
He grabs the money, throwing the ones coated in blood on the ground, taking the plain ones. "Who next? KAITO would be great because he's more obscure, but I probably go even farther in obscurity," he mumbles to himself, walking off of the school grounds.

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That was Hanako's last words before she closed her eyes and fell into a blackened world.

"Aw, Amane, I accidently broke another one, mind getting me a broom?" mumbles an older version of her, hands on sides as she internally curses her clumsiness. "Hmm, sure, radish," he replies, grabbing the broom from the doorway and handing it to her. "I told you not to call me that, Out-of-Space!" she fumes, quickly brushing the mold into the container, and walking towards the trash can. Amane laughs as he pats her head, her being only slightly shorter than him, as she throws away the pieces.
"How's your day?" he asks, taking off his coat to hang, as Nene sets two plates down at the dining table, each with a plain donut on them. "It was fine, how was yours?" she replies, Amane sighing as he sat down. "Usually kids being pains in the butts..." he grumbles, taking a mouthful of donut as Nene giggles, "You sound more like Tsuchigomori every day!"
"I do not!" he exclaims, playfully taking a small bite of her donut as she laughed in burst, Hanako laughing with her.

Nene opened her eyes again, Hanako's hand on her forehead, exclaiming "She's awake!"
She sat up, rubbing her eyes after her rest, Kou crouching at her level. "Hey, Nene, whatcha dreamed about?"
She sighs, blushes, and doesn't say anything, glancing towards Hanako and his ghostly form.

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Jax stood in front of the mirror, hands by sides as he examines himself.
Same old lanky purple rabbit, pink overalls still there. He stands there, just staring, pondering on thoughts.
Wait, what was him name before Jax? Was he a jerk then too? Likely since he remembers high school and his job at home. Maybe he should be kinder to everyone. But he doesn't feel like it, why change now? It would leave an impression on them, more than the Mister Nice Guy he used to put on...
No one can tease him here, as a rabbit on the top of the food chain.
He'll wallow in pity later, he's got to mess with Zooble, his creators say so.

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flower asks around the school, wondering where KAITO was, since he's likely in the city. A girl he banged once said he worked at the grocery store, so off he went, gun in pocket.

flower, sure enough, finds him there, only employee there. He approches KAITO with a bag of gummies, asking him to scan them, which he does. flower holds the gun to his head, and quickly pulls the trigger, now going on instinct. KAITO bleeds on the tile floors, flower throwing his body out after mopping and putting the body in a trash bag.

A knock on the door was heard, flower mumbling about 'stupid, fucking salespeople didn't learn their lessons'. He opens the door, to be greeted by two officers. flowers paws at his pocket, cursing as soon as he realizes it's not on him. One police officer pushed him to the ground as he tried to attack them, the other officer effortlessly handcuffing him.

He was finally in jail, but that doesn't mean his story ends now.