#macaque held all the brain cells

[goji-pilled]

Sees recent DW art: No... no no no... I haven't written a good end for the finale of Homubey yet... I can't write another ficlet now!!! Notes app has a new file Well shit. This is on you, Felix!!!

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"Can't we talk this out!?"

The heartfelt cries of a teenage girl currently going through a Bad Time^TM fell upon deaf ears, the other occupant of the empty pre-Neo-Modern industrial site continuing to unleash hellfire upon the child. The Angel of Retribution - as she called herself like the closet chuuni she was - continued to swing her right arm in wide, sweeping arcs, flames bursting out from the claymore held in hand. The left arm held a small chime close to the Angel's chest, occasionally ringing out a haunting bell that summoned forth lightning.

Klarissa was currently trying her best to invoke the anime power of No-Fight-Jutsu and attempting to pacify the Magical Girl. A lot easier said than done when the MG was hell-bent on trying to erase the viridian-haired girl.

Another cross slash from the Angel sent forth an actual cross of fire towards the Clockwork Doll, causing the Witch to dive out of the way and into another swarm of lightning bolts. Klarissa desperately wished she could find a second to breathe in this fight, and hoped she could find another to reunite with her hat; The Angel had the foresight to separate Klarissa from her trump card, her otherworldly guardian, her main macaque!

"Silence wretched thing. You defile the sanctity of all that is just and pure. It is with the power bestowed upon me, that I shall purge you and your ilk from this city, and cleanse the world." The enemy had yet to even pant from her exertion, let alone halt in her attacks. Klarissa would consider herself to be a smart cookie, smarter than her Mom at least ( Who the fuck gets blindsided by a fucking fire extinguisher? ) but her brain cells were focusing too much on "Survive" and not enough on "Pattern Recognition". Hell, she would've even taken "Flirt" in this instance, just to buy herself precious nano-seconds.

Currently being backed into a corner, Klarissa took a quick glance at their surroundings. Empty room, barely any windows she could jump through, and the only door out was currently caved in. Miss Crazy had done a perfect job in getting her prey in such a shitty situation.

She really, really, really, didn't want to go full Witch. Klarissa would very much not like to have blood on her hands when she could solve this without any death, and to not have a sad talk with Mama. Unfortunately, it seems like she doesn't exactly have a choice.

Avoiding as many of the projectiles the Angel kept throwing at her, as well as dodging the stupidly big sword, Klarissa found a moment to shift her body into her true Witch self. She felt her flesh become stiff and wooden, the joints in her body turning into orbs and hinges. Her doll-like body then grew cold, steel overtaking her vision for a moment until her sight came back. Her helm protected her face from a stray bolt, reflexively bringing a hand up to grab the hat that wasn't on her head. As her goopy mess of a hand was covered in steel, Klarissa reached out her other hand to manifest a blade-

Screaming out in shocking pain as she felt her hand be sliced off. A moment barely passed before the rest of her arm was cut off, the other arm following suit. She saw the claymore that was once wreathed in flames now be coated in glistening light, sparks flying off the blade. It may have been a figment of her imagination, however, Klarissa swore she saw the girl sprout a wing behind her back before leaping onto her chest, plunging the blade into the center of her chest piece.

The Angel tore away at the armor, thorough in rending the metal into scrap until she finally stopped. Klarissa laid down in the empty, slowly shrinking back down to human size, feeling her mass of flesh return to bone and meat. A glance down her sides rewarded her with a familiar sight.

"Tch. Dammit... not again..."

The Witch let out a groan as a foot kicked her stomach, launching her into the rubble door. Klarissa tried to stand back up on two feet, refusing to kneel to this bitch. Her legs wobbled in determination, a spiteful glare sent towards the MG that reduced her to this. A moment and Klarissa was kicked back into the rubble, a foot keeping her pinned down. The Angel rang her chime once more, hovering it over her blade and sparking it with both flame and lightning.

"And so, another demon falls by my hands. With this power, I shall cleanse the world of your filth. No more will you taint this city, and soon the rest of your kin shall follow suit."

The Angel raised her claymore high above her head, her sermon following the arc of her blade. Klarissa could only lay down and watch as her life slowly flashed before her eyes. Her memories of being solely a Klarissa familiar first, followed by the time of her cognizance after being "born" to the Kaname-Akemi-Sexkendorff family. Anthony, the best big brother she ever had. Holger, the best little brother she had the honor of watching over. Nagisa and Yuma, her big sisters. Auntie Mami, Auntie Ko-ko, Mother Oktavia...

Mom... Mama...

I'm sorry...

"And so, with the power gifted from the righteous, may this world be-"

Whatever the end of that sermon was would be lost to the annals of time. Just as the Angel was poised to plunge her blade into the demon, light shone through the rubble and soon exploded into a cloud of dust. The MG was launched into the wall on the other side of the room, and Klarissa was knocked over to the very tiny windows. She laid as a heap of wood and blood, left gazing into the threshold of the abandoned room that would've been her tomb.

Standing there, as the dust faded away, was a sight that she never believed she would ever see in her life. It was something that her Mom dreaded ever seeing become reality in all her lifetimes.

Clad in a pink and white dress was a young woman wielding a long branch-like staff, a pale yellow corset covering her stomach and chest. A dull white long coat with blue lining draped down to her calves, rose-gold pauldrons latched atop her shoulders as they glistened from the light shining from the staff's glowing rosebud head. A short purple skirt covered ebony leggings that were tucked into red heeled-boots.

The black leathered glove moaned as the hand wielding the staff clenched itself tighter, the messy pink ponytail swaying in the air as her head turned to face Klarissa. Loving rose peered over the young Witch's form, a warm a bitter smile gracing her lips.

"M-Mama...?"

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Nothing is ever abandoned, they're jjst put in "When it's done" status. Yeeeaaaah......

Congrats Felix, your art gave me the Brain Rot^TM. tune in next time where I write a DW Madoka fight a small child. Maybe. Whenever it happens. In the future.

Toodles.

Also outfit lowkey inspired by that art made for Orajje's convergence fic and yall should totally read it and the rest fo their fics!

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OH LORD. OH GOD. OH BOY.