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“█████! Come down here!”
Is what woke me up that day, my mom calling me down from my haven of a room, away from my cats.
“Coming, Mom!”
I ran down the stairs, simple PJ shirt and shorts on as I do, going through the living room to the kitchen, where my mom is.
“█████ There you are! Could you go bike to the store? I need some heavy cream for this. I’m making strawberry pie for your birthday.”
“Ok, Mom! I’ll go get it after I get dressed!”

I ran off then, back upstairs to my room, getting dressed, white flared pants with a pink fluffy strawberry themed skirt over it, pink heart buttoned sweater that only had one button done with it resting at my elbows, white lace trim tank top - if only I knew then that would be the last thing I’d wear. Maybe then I would have worn something cuter, maybe more layers, or some makeup? I don’t know. I know my hair was up, ponytail or pigtails, I don't remember. I got on my black old Converse before going and getting money for the heavy cream, plus a little extra.
I had left the house after yelling, “I love you,” to my mom; my dad wasn’t home, he had 3rd shift, he could’ve stayed home, but he wanted to get money to be able to take me to the mall as a birthday gift, and my brother was too focused on his video games to care for me, I think he regrets not saying anything back now…
I had gotten to my bike, white, all the safe stuff on it, some ribbon were I think was tied to the handles with some bells, I don’t remember that well though. And I had started to bike to the store, an easy way there, managed to get a good thing of Heavy Cream and a small box of lemon macaroons that were on sale, wanted to give them to my mom, managed to even ask one of the workers for a pen so I could write on the box “This for Mom!!” so later my dad wouldn’t take any. Leaving the store only for the most dumb and stupid thing to happen. The most boring way to get isekaied. A Car came speeding on down, but luckily I dodged that! But not the electrical pole the car hit that came down. Wood was all old and yuck on that thing. Of course, it just had to crush me.

Well, I’m dead - you might be wondering how Im writing this. Or where this is going.

I don’t wanna spoil everything, so I’ll say it simply.

I’m Inpherno’s First Magical Girl!
At least to my knowledge.

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Two Hours before the present time

“Oh GOD nononoono- wait, what the hell?”

I yell as I appear in a black void, after having seen a pole falling to crush me. A big black void, not white or pink or whatever.

“What the - where are my hands?! Why can’t I see anything, but can still speak??? what the hell???”

I yell into the big, big empty void. Everything is just void. Until a voice came from it, from all around.

“Hello.”

Damn, that’s loud.

“Who the hell - where the hell?”

“Shut your thoughts up.”

I shut only for a second 

“Wait, I’m not speaking right now-?”

“I said shut. I will make you shut up if you don’t.” 

“Damn. You're rude as hell!”

I yell, having a bit of puffy cheeks and of course mad, before I can’t speak anymore - as if a big X was put over my mouth

“I know, and everyone loves me for it here, anyway, let me just get your files…”

The sound of rustling papers is heard, echoing loud as can be as I move, spinning in the void - if at least attempting to. Spinning before finding my hands(?) all red and sticky, pushing my hair(?) back, getting it all messy with red.

“Here we are! █████ - Ooo, that’s censored! █████ Rose Schmidt. Decent name, not hard to pronounce. Died of an electrical pole - That is a dumb way to die.”

I attempt to speak, but then remember I can’t, so I just nod the best I can without knowing if I have a head.

“Now let’s see, still in high school, that area of the state, 14- 14?! I am only meant to get like, late teens and early adults, not young teenagers!”
The loud sound of rustling paper is heard, and confusion and anger are felt from the sound..
“She hasn’t even gotten a job yet?? Aw, poor baby, you died too early. Anyway, if I look, you would have been a fashion designer making clothes for women that allow them to express themself, have pockets that aren't ####, hide self-defence things easily. Can be used for bad and good depending on context.. I guess I can let you pick what ability you can get, maybe two, I don’t know, depends on what you say first!”

“So… What’s your wish?”

A snap is heard, I test my mouth and can speak again, so do

“Uhm, well, I don’t know where you're gonna send me, so - can I just. Have like an overpowered thing? Just so like, if I gotta, I can protect myself easily or somethin'?”

Silence for a few moments before the voice speaks. Loudish still

“I can work with that… hmmmm, this song you liked should work - just need to find the right gear - Don’t think anyone has used this yet! Mostly a mix of ranged and support.. Yes, yes! This should work, just need to - oh! My mic is still on. Oops!”

The voice crackles from the void around before it crackles and can’t be heard, like an intercom system.
I touch my head again, red on my hands(?), at least I assume my hands. Still can’t see them properly, just fixing what I assume is my hair, getting it all red and sticky in the process, spinning in the void again, as out of habit, when bored, I start to hum, random notes before starting to hum the theme of Retry Now. Ironic really.

Whatever the voice is using crackles again and comes back to life before I hear their voice again

“Alright! Everything is all ready! Oh this will be fun! I hope you don’t mind gaining some horns and losing your hair - oh well! You can just use ribbons or a veil or something if you hate not feeling something like hair!”

I blink(?) before asking

“What’s your name? I wanna know who I should curse out anytime something happens.”

Silence, before laughter, snorts, and loud laughs

“Oh you are funny! Call me hmmmmmmm [VOID] ok? Have fun in the Inpherno! I’m going to drop you in a random area, so have fun with whatever you have to deal with!”

What? Wait, isn’t that -

“Wait, isn’t InpherNO IN PHIGHTI-”

Before everything goes white. And I am thrown into the Inpherno.

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Present time

“What the.. Phuck..?”

Looking around, confused mostly, the area around me is old, cracked floors overgrown with flora and.. Carnivorous-looking plants, the temple(?) I was thrown in, cracked floors, and a broken domed roof of shattered glass. Looks like an abandoned temple.

“What.. Wait, did I just say phuck? Phuck. FUCK. there we go.”

Blinking as I stand up, then almost trip

“Oh gods im wearing heels ow ow ow--”

Tripping while I fall off the spawn point’s platform. The beam is bright yet… inverted in color. Pure black with a white glow. A letter falling nearby and a small bag that I quickly look at. As the spawn point screams.

“What the FUCK IS THAT NOISE -”

Turning around, squinting from the floor up at the Spawnpoint as it dies. Watching the beam thin before it fades away.

Silence falls, I blink, confused, before I look at my hand, white.. Glove? Why do I have a white glove - white pair of gloves on with frilled-?

A loud boom is heard from the sky, exploding in a sonic boom-like fashion with energy, rippling in the pitch back night sky. The true end of the spawn point

"…"

“Shit. shit someone definitely saw that oh no oh no-”

Moving, tripping as I stand up, looking and grabbing the bag and letter that was spat out from the now dead spawnpoint as I bolt. Fast, I can, running up the stairs of the temple to find a place to hide - running and running as I hide.

“Fuck - what is this? I’m bald, I don't want to be bald!”
Quick mutters and whispers, scared as I hide behind rocks, vines hiding the location mostly with thick thorns and poison Ivy. ignoring it due to stress.
“What is in this??”

I open the letter.
“Hello again █████! Fun first few moments hmmmm? I thought Thieves Den would be the best fit for a magical girl! Japanese like and all that, I think.. Anyyyywayyysss! There should be some currency - Bux was it? in the bag, as well as spawn papers of that sort. Your new name is quite fun! I do know you love your… music, live off it practically, soooo I did what so many others have done.
You have your phone and headphones! Only you can see the screen, and it's been adjusted so you can’t contact family or your old world in any way! However, it updates every month with new things for games and the wiki, the headphones and phone can’t die! You're welcome :3c
How fun right >v<?
This will be so much fun! Won’t it be Winged Magical Staff? :)

From your wonderful host! [VOID]”

Winged Magical Staff? What? Why did [VOID]? What the fuck?

“What does it - ooo money!”
Opening the small bag to show, maybe estimating here, 20k? 30k? Bux. At least enough for a month, maybe then again, who knows how much rent costs in Theives Den? Or even Crossroads!
“Wait, [VOID] called me ‘Winged Magical Staff’, that means my gear is-”

Sparkles materialize in my hand, forming a pole with wings and a crescent moon holding a star on the top with a ball on the bottom of the pole like staff.

“Holy phuck, I'm really a magical girl.”

This is a reason why this chap took longer!! 
Here she is :D (hope the image works, let me know if it doesn't!)

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I stare at my hands at the staff in my hands.
“My gear looks a bit different than the original Winged magical staff, I think - wait, can I fly with this? That was one of the abilities - I need to get out of here and to maybe crossroads? I don’t know - probably safer there than in thieves' den -”

Leaves crunch, vines move. I go silent, attempting to control my breathing, just be quiet. Just need to be quiet, words speeding through my mind as I attempt to be quiet.
“It’s fine, stay quiet, you did this before with mom, just hide in the brushes - vines? Leaves? Just hide and be as quiet as possible. I miss mom, I want my mom.”

Tearing up at thinking of my mom, of wanting her to be here and keep me safe, and how I’ll never see my mom again -
“Shut up, shut up, shut up brain, you are going to get us caught, stop.”
Breathing slowly, trying to hide hiccups as I cover my mouth with my gloves, and silence myself. Scared.

...but curious. Who could be here? Are they someone I’ll recognize from phighting? A phighter? An NPC? Who is it -

Moving slowly, moving closer to a small crack that shows below, that shows where the dead, decaying spawn point is, and seeing a figure. Long yet short green horns, looks to be pale skin, white, maybe slightly gray, or that is just the lighting. A black and green hood - a mask that kinda looks like a haetae.. Shurkin. That’s Shurkin.
“Oh I’m so fucked.”

It is the first thing that appears in my mind as I move as quietly as I can back to my spot, back to my quiet little corner hidden.
“What the fudge do I do?”
“What CAN I do? He’s fudging experienced in phighting, im not! I’d be running off adrenaline if he attacked me or something, or would it be Instinct? My instinct right now is to get the fudge outta here before he comes up here to look, but how would I? -”

My staff glows, the star part at least, as the wings on the top flap slightly. And I stare.

“Maybe I can witch this shit. Maybe I can get away like that and fight if I must. Or just phight the moment he approaches, as Im so scared, I just spawned’ thing as an excuse.”
Moving slowly to get up, looking up, shadows shifting slightly as I stand, I don't notice how they aren’t natural, curling and moving as if alive when not, I move and hold my staff.
“What would the flight magical word thing be? Would it be Japanese? No, I’m shit at Japanese, I’d butch and use Google Translate to figure it out. There is an opening… what would be like the spell name if it even has one, though, bet it does. I am a magical girl, and they had one for almost everything."

Moving to sit on the Winged Magical staff, sideways

“Just like a witch. Do the thing that one lady did in that Bedknobs and Broomsticks movie; sit sideways, actually, the other way would be safer. Fudge, I’m so scared.”

Moving my leg over the improvised witch broom now, sitting with one leg on each side of the broom, moving my fluffy skirt so as not to look awkward

“Ok. How do I do this? Is it a word, do I move, or just imagine it? Uhm. Retry now? Uhm, Miku beam? Uhm… Magical Star Flight?”

The wings flap, and the staff floats a bit.

“So Magical Star Flight is the phrase - shit he’s coming go go go-”

And the staff listen, the wings of the magical staff, flapping again before quickly moving in the air, going up and up into the sky quickly before beginning to slowly even out just under the clouds. My now clawed yet gloved hands dig into the pole of the Winged Magical Staff. “Fudge, I hate heights, I could fall at any second, fall and down and die.” I shake my head before leaning over slightly to grip the staff better as it moves slowly yet fast across the sky, walking speed maybe. Finally, I look below, and my now star-shaped pupils grow wide and glow.

“Holy shit…”

The below is beautiful, high cliffs covered in flora and vines, A large temple-looking thing in my opinion, in the middle, like one of those temple buildings I saw in videos of Japan. What are they called? I don’t know the name, could use my phone.. Oh, music sounds so good right now - The world below looks so cool though, like a more heavily forested rural Japan or maybe Japan before all the high tech and anime stuff, but I never saw photos of that form of Japan before, only rural Japan in a few videos or photos, so happy i grabbed that envelope and little bag, i did do that right?

I check, looks like I do - 

“The skirt has pockets, omg.”

I had unconsciously put my phone and headphones in one of the many pockets.

“The pockets aren’t shit omg! They are like, I can put two of my hands in
there with room! Omg this is so nice, is this how men felt with their pants?”

Left gloved hand going into my pocket, feeling my phone, my AirPods case, the small bag full of a fudge load of bux that I still have to count, and spawning papers all folded up in there too held down by my phone. Papers that say im 18. The shadows in the clouds above look off, and even the moon shines weirdly. But I hadn’t noticed before, I won’t now.

“Okay, I got everything, thank whatever fudging exists. Would it be the sfoth now? Or [VOID]??? I’m going to say god out of habit, need to break and make a habit of saying gods or just say I follow one of the sfoth or something. Always did like Darkheart, but that doesn’t fit my theme anymore. Illumina fits better, but I’ve read too many fics where he’s an asshole. Darkheart’s the funnier one, or I can try and say both because there has to be a balance or everything falls apart… Illumina and Darkheart are opposites, wonder if they look like they do in-game or how I redesigned them. That’d be cool, fudge, and im talking to myself again, sorry Mom.”

I sigh, looking at the clouds above as they suddenly darken near where I was and had flown away from earlier, where I had spawned.

“That’s bad, either a bad omen or just bad luck. Need to get down… dunno how well I can fly in rain. I never even got my driver's license. I was too young to get… that”
Looking down at my hands on my glowing, softly from the star Winged magical staff, before I move and push the end down more, and the staff starts to descend slowly.
“Fudge where can I land safely? That town looks mostly safe.”
Floating down, down, and down. Touching the ground just as the first few raindrops start to fall. Running to a nearby building that I hope is a hotel. And lucky me it is! Going up to the person Demon at the counter. 

“Hello! I was hoping I could get a room for a week, maybe?”

Speaking to the older demon at the desk, the customer service voice that I learned at school, and when in public with my mom. The demon’s horns are mostly gray with still gold ends, with her skin dark gray, eyes old and gold.

“Yes, that would be 2k bux for a week. If you need more, I can try and get another dear.”

“Thank you, thank you so much!”

Moving, getting out my small bag full of bux, and counting the amount for 1k, at least I hope it is, the currency is weird looking. Not like American dollars at all, so I don’t know if it acts like any other currency

“I hope that is enough, im so sorry, I just was able to get out of my home, my mother held me hostage in there, practically I was in a rush to grab cash.”

I speak, making a story for why im so quick to speak right now, all a lie that I made on the spot. The old lady nods, slightly looking… sympathetic before she moves, slow as she grabs a key and gives it to me.

“Second floor, end of the left hall from leaving the stairs.”

I just nod at her words before I move to go down the hall, gear disappearing into shimmering stars in my hand as I go to the stairs.

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??? POV
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…

“Where am I?”

“What? How are you here in my - never mind. Who? [VOID]? Cruel █████ sending me a child, barely a teenager.”

“What? How am I here? I.. I.”

“Shhh, Everything will be alright, do not worry, little one, only 13, you don’t even know proper history or math or even science, not even in high school! Full name: ███████ █████ Schneider - with a... horrible, terrifying way to die as well... Your papers say you will be going into a game called ‘Phighting’”

“Phighting? I love that game.”

“Oh! Well, that’s good, you can steer… mostly clear of trouble, seems my… colleague wishes for me to place you in Lost Temple, I apologize for that little one.”

“Lost Temple? But that means I’ll be in a cult or against the cult, depending on who finds me -”

“I can not control where you go due to not being the main host, but I can give you anything to help you, so… Knowledge is good when being able to be hidden. Here I can… yes, this should work, wait… did she? She wrote what gear you would have the O███████’s A██.”

“O███████’s A██? But - But if I'm found with that by the true eye cult they will-”

“I… Can not change it, I am sorry, so I will give you as much knowledge as I can, so you can slip around or find some way away from anything negative, as you are too young just to be some ███████ ██████ ████ ████████ -”

“I couldn’t hear what you just…”

“I’m unable to spoil, I'm sorry, little one, I am so sorry you are being put in this world, I can not do more. Refer to me as… [TIME]. I will attempt to help you. Auf wiedersehen O███████’s A██”

“auf wiedersehen... [TIME]”

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Winged Magical Staff (Winged or Magical for short) POV
- - - -

I sigh, having taken off most of the, well, frankly uncomfortable clothing I was so rudely spawned in, I mean, heels? I HATE heels, Fudge you [VOID]. I feel like I can hear her laughing, ugh! It’s nearly noon now, just been sleeping and trying to figure out things, mostly my new age of apparently 18, which I guess I can skip high school now!

I then realized one thing

 
“I need new clothes.”

“What can I wear? Or BUY?? I can't go out with this on, I’ll be stared at! Can I de-transform like a normal magical girl, or is this my default?? I do have my - wait. I have my phone.”

Quickly reaching into my pocket, I grab it, pulling out my phone. The case is clear, but the back is covered to the brim with stickers, mostly of magical girls and Miku. However, it seems [VOID] took the... Liberty of changing them all to be inphernals instead of just humans, all of them are bald now. The Popsocket on the phone of a magical star with wings.

“Do I have Amazon? - Would it even work here?? Might as well - oh! It takes bux, it must work here!! Thank fudgeee”

Happy at the fact I don't have to go out to buy my clothes looking like, well, this. Not having to walk more in the heels I already took off.

“This could work, can of course add things to it, school girl vibes, but all magical girls are school girls… most of the time. Let's see… 250 Bux?! For a top - wait, I have like 28k left I'll be fine buying that, add that to cart, and that and that - and sewing stuff so I can edit it…”

Clicking away, adding to cart, trying to see the price and find cheap things at least, getting the price up to around 1.5k, high but under the amount a week in the hotel costs.

“There. Now order! I wonder how this is gonna - OH DAMN”
The shadows open up, and a couple of boxes are spat from it as the bux needed to purchase it disappear. At least the void gives free shipping. A Miracle, honestly.

“Well. There it is, [VOID] thank you for free shipping, damn.”
Grabbing and opening the boxes one by one, taking out and getting the clothes out, then the different colored fabrics, fabric shears, sewing needles, and pincushion, the pins with cute butterfly tops, thread of all different colors, the skirt, the socks, you get the point, everything out and neatly organized.

“There we go! All clean and organized. Now does the void take and get rid of the boxes and plastic - and it does, sweet! im not being a shit head yay!”

Moving to touch and feel everything I got, then begin to trace and get to work,

“Should have this done by tomorrow. Hopefully, nothing happens in that time frame. Wait, shit, jinx -”

Moving and quickly knocking on the wood holding my bed

“Hopefully I did that fast enough.”
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O███████ Axe’s POV
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“My head.. Fuck my eyes. Why can I see…”

Blinking eyes, so many blinking as she pushes herself up from the sand, the harshly cold sand, she had been thrown into a lucky shadow, her skin would have been burning if she was thrown into the sunlight covered sand, looking up at the sunlit sky, and then the large spawn point behind her, the stained glass of the dome roof foggy but still letting in a beautiful array of lights

“Oh.. why is the beam black? It's meant to be white, from what the comic and any information on the spawn points said, I think, and this place looks too old.. Is it dead? Is that possible?”

Her eyes blink before everything is too bright, and the sand that she faces planted into gets into her eyes. Pain, so much pain in her eyes. 

“MEINE AUGEN.  What is this? What is happening to me? I want to go home. I want mein Vater. Why did I go to school, why did I go to school that day - I can see but it hurts, I can see too much,  I can hear everything, it hurts - ES TUT WEH - “

“Ow ow hurts, stop fick ah - Hör auf, weh zu tun. Hör bitte auf”

Covering her eyes as it hurts and hurts, it hurts so much, before she moves her hands slightly,  only to feel no hair, just feeling long horns with a smaller curved pair of different horns next to them, before her hands move again, and the sand shifts, and the black beam of the spawn becomes more and more thin

“... ears, cover ears”

She blinks(?) and does as she hears in her mind, just as a sonic boom practically rips the sky with a circular wave of energy. The cracked spawn point dies fully,  finally resting.

“Tut weh. tut weh. Scheiße, alles tut weh, meine Augen, meine Augen. - ”

Muttering over and over as she clutches her face, before she hears steps in the sand, and an eye opens,

“Scythe. Fick it’s scythe im going to die or be seen as something better fuck nein nein nein nein-”

Moving, standing, attempting, and falling, looking around barely only to see a small teal pouch and envelope, grabbing them both before folding the envelope and taking the pouch, then shoving them into a pocket she has as she steps and grips the nearest pillar of the crumbling temple around the broken, now dead spawn hand still covering her face.

“She knows, she knows im here, ich werde wieder sterben, nein, nein, nein.”

She moves, clutching a curved wall, pushing and forcing herself up to walk against it, scared out of her mind before her eyes close(?), the one watching scythe even though she is still yards upon yards away, the eye watching her closes. And she sits.

“Es hat keinen Sinn, sich zu verstecken. If I hide, I’ll be suspicious. Im meant to be a newspawn, weak and scared, and naive. I need to act naive. Be scared - I already am, but scared, and naive as can be, like a fawn or a calf, or a little child. I am a Child. But also not? I don’t know anymore. Ich will meinen Vater. I just want my dad, he’d protect me, fick.”

Moving as her thoughts and fears claw her skull,

“My eyes hurt too much. Why is everything so.. Bright? My eyes…”

Covering her eyes, before she hears the steps entering the main room of the temple, heels maybe with a small chime of spurs, before a pause in steps, a flick of a rattling sound before -

“Well, hello there Sugar.”

“Fick fick fick fick”

“Come on, you alright, Sugar? Need help? I know a place that can help a lil’ gal like you-”

Scythe speaks, and O███████’s Axe. She panics out of instinct. Her eyes hurt from how bright everything is, and because there are too many eyes and sand is in them.

“ENTKOMMEN SIE -”
Her hand moves, and her gear spawns, heavy, handle thick, and she can feel her eyes blink on it. The sound of another’s gear being summoned and turned into its rifle form is heard, too, but she doesn’t realize it.
“Heavy.. Sharp and the pole feels cold-”
She feels so many eyes open, on the pillars, the walls, the spawn everywhere, even her arms, hands, and chest. Too bright…
“AGH-”
Collapsing again from the light of the sun being so harsh, high noon makes it worse, the harsh sun heating the sand up and up as her eyes close and close until only the ones on her face and axe remain. Covering her face as her axe lies on the ground and in her lap.

“Now that’s..”

Scythe’s voice rings before she walks over, her gear shifting back to its original form of a scythe.

“Interesting sugar, The Father would love to meet ya’ I bet..”

“Scheiße. Ich bin tot”

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Hello!  I made art for how O███████’s Axe looks!!! How O███████’s Axe looks when she spawned! Y’all get her cult outfit later (and you guys get winged magical staff's not-magical-girl outfit next chapter!); these take a while to color and draw.  Hope you enjoy! :D
There is a lot of German in this chapter, the translation is under the art (hopefully I set it up right)

Going to add this in case the text is too blurry in the art: In any art in the future, her horns won't look identical every time. 

German translations!! (Please correct me if any of these are wrong!)

* MEINE AUGEN: MY EYES
* ES TUT WEH: IT HURTS
* Fick: Fuck
* Hör auf, weh zu tun. Hör bitte auf: Stop hurting. Please stop.
* Tut weh. tut weh. Scheiße, alles tut weh, meine Augen, meine Augen: It hurts. It hurts. Shit, everything hurts, my eyes, my eyes
* Nein: No.
* ich werde wieder sterben, nein, nein, nein: I'm going to die again, no, no, no
* Es hat keinen Sinn, sich zu verstecken: There is no point in hiding
* ENTKOMMEN SIE: GET AWAY

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Winged POV

“Okay! I just need to finish this stitch and I’m all done!”

I smile, happy with the outfit I made, before moving to stand up from my little bed, getting most of my clothes off to change, changing into the outfit, and doing a small twirl.

“Perfect! Not too subtle, but it’s fine. I feel so cute! Now let me just fold this up and do this… yes, there we go! Now I want food. And coffee - fudge, I need coffee.”

Huffing slightly before I move, flopping on my hotel’s bed as I scroll aimlessly on the Inphernal version of Twitter, called Tweeter. Typing in #ThievesDenFoods to maybe find something, finding nothing that is an honest review, and moving on to Inphernal’s version of Tumblr, called Tumblair or something.

“Oooo, that looks cute! I’ll go there, it’s not Slingshot’s Cafe, but then again, that is in Crossroads. I think, if there is one over here bet they wouldn’t be there. Anyways, I’ll just go here, where are the directions…”

Scrolling through the account a bit, before going on the Inpherals version of Google and just looking up directions. Pretty close to the main road that leads to Crossroads, just needs a short bus ride to get near.

“If I get there, then I can hopefully find a hotel while I look for houses, then find a job, since I honestly doubt a magical girl is needed - other than that cult thing maybe, but I don't think I will have to fight them… much.”

My eyes roll, before I hum and move, finding a messenger bag that someone left inside my hotel room, maybe the old lady from the desk? It’s kind of her if she did. Putting all my clothes into the bag, magical girl outfit in there too,

“Can I transform like a real magical girl? Or do I have to just run to a bathroom?”

Snickering at the thought, I close the messenger bag, and the clothes are gone. Seems I do transform. Fun

“Okay, this on - damn this is light compared to my school backpack”

Moving and making the bed, mostly to be polite, moving around to clean up any mess I made. Wanting to be polite, even if it isn’t my job technically to do it. Still is polite. Grabbing the key the nice lady at the desk gave me, and the envelope holding my fake documents, and the small pouch that has my bux in it, putting the pouch and envelope into the bag, holding the key to the room in my hand as I leave the hotel room, turning off the light, then going to the small set of stairs. Getting back to the lobby and to the desk where the same older demon from before sits.

“Hello! I just wanted to let you know I will be leaving. Thank you so much for letting me stay. Here’s the key back.”

Polite as I set the key down on a small tray on the desk, the older demon looks up and smiles before taking the key back,

“You are welcome, dear, have safe travels.”

I smile back, then nod and wave a bit before I leave, walking for a minute or two before getting my phone out to check the directions,

“Ok, there is a small railway nearby, I can catch a bus to near the border that leads into the Thieves’ Den’s road to Crossroads, get food from the little cafe, then leave for Crossroads.”

Walking to the small bus stop and sitting down, holding my bag in my lap and phone with both hands since the city I lived near when I was human people had stuff stolen out of their hands left and right, a habit at this point.

Just waiting for the bus, some other demons coming over and waiting as well, but I ignore them as best I can, putting in one headphone before playing music to calm my nerves that something will get stolen from me. But then again, no one has attempted to steal, and I haven't seen anyone try and steal from anyone. 

Then again, I haven't paid attention to my surroundings that much. The bus rolls to a stop, and I reach into my bag just in case the bus has a price, which it does, 20 buxs, which I pay easily, then find a seat in the back to wait for my stop. No one sits by me, makes sense. Waiting and waiting until finally the bus stops at the stop, I get off the bus and walk a bit before making it to the cafe, finally, walking in and going to the counter, smiling a bit at the demon that's working behind the counter.

“Hello! What would you like?”
“Hm, Hello! Sorry, let me look, oh, that looks good! Could I please get...”

Ordering what I want in a normal ass conversation, polite as hell, and using please and may when it’s needed, getting a large iced coffee, which is apparently a new drink for the area, which makes sense, since most of the drinks are teas. Getting a small strawberry shortcake with it, which holy hell a Starbucks could never. At least in my area, they never did. Sitting at a table to scroll on my phone to find at least a half-decent hotel to stay in while looking for an apartment in Crossroads. Finding one pretty quick, nothing's too expensive, which is so surprising, honestly.
No one walks up to me, gets a few weird looks, but they probably think im just a demon from outside of Theives’ Den, or it's the fact im not in the Darkage Clan, which is definitely… weird to most Theives’ Den native demons, probably. Getting up and leaving after finishing my drink and a little delicious shortcake, throwing what is meant to be away, and going to get to the Crossroad’s border and the main road into the Crossroads. Getting onto the path and beginning to walk

“Why is there so much walkinggg oh wait I can fly.”

Blinking before raising my hand, summoning my Winged Magical Staff before I side step and sit on it sideways

“Okay, all ready, let's do this! Magical Star Flight!”

Smiling as the staff’s wings flap, the staff begin to fly, and then zoom down the road. I giggle and hold onto it as I fly down the road.

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”

All giggly as I zoom down the very long road, floating up a bit more to avoid hitting anyone on the sidewalk or road, happy and looking up a bit as I giggle, knowing I will be at the I assume is a tunnel into Crossroads eventually.

I almost forgot to add the art sorry! Here's Winged Magical Staff's civilian outfit (its not really one, but I had fun making it lol)

Chapter Text

O███████’s Axe’s POV

“Everything is too bright.”
Kept repeating in the girl's head over and over, forced to lean on Sycthe’s back on the bird she has. Her mind kept calling it an ‘oziphrage’, but won’t tell me the bird's true name. Which is strange yet makes her curious as to why that is so.
“Maybe it was never mentioned? By Boggio or anyone on the Phighting Dev team? But that doesn’t make sense. How do I know what type of bird this is? How do I...”

Her head starts to hurt again due to the sun’s harsh light again so she just stops thinking about it, turning and hiding her face against Scythe’s back from the harsh high sun above, claws digging into Scythe’s suit jacket. Causing Scythe to chuckle slightly, thinking the tall newspawn was scared of falling.
“Don’t worry your lil’ head sugar, you ain’ ‘gonna fall. Biscuit ain’ gonna let you fall.”

O███████’s Axe doesn’t respond, silent against Scythe’s back, as her mind wanders, now safe in the darkness of her back.. “The oziphrage’s name is Biscuit? Or that is a nickname given to her by her owner, and not her true name? Is it a she, or have I been incorrect about its gender? The head feathers are short, so it should be a female unless they got damaged — how do I know these things? I shouldn’t..”

Staring off into the void of black created by Scythe’s back. Quiet as her eyes stay closed, having put her gear away minutes after Scythe found and started to drag her to the True Eye Church’s grounds. 

The bird starts to descend, O███████’s Axe grips Scythe harder, claws digging into her sides as the large bird lands and moves to lay*

“Well, here we are! Just above the church's ‘rounds. Come on, sugar. Down we go.”

Pulling O███████’s Axe down as she slides down Biscuit’s wing, moving to a small cave entrance.

“This exit is barely known by most in the family, just for fires and whatnot.”

Scythe speaks, pulling O███████’s Axe along easily with her mechanical arm as the girl spaces off, hiding against her arm like a scared child who thinks the sun will burn and melt her. Leading Axe into the cave lit up by a few candles and oil lamps. “Surprisingly, no one turned those off, could have set something ablaze, or exploded due to all the gas—“

Head spiraling again and again with knowledge she shouldn’t know, facts, and tidbits on everything. The cave grows gradually brighter before leading out onto a white sandstone balcony, black with gold joints railings. Showing the large underground city around and below.

“hui..”

Axe blinks so many but not all of her eyes as she steps forward, a step or two from Scythe, to look below. White and Cyan mixed with teals, fabrics of thin wool and silk hung between buildings in some places. The True Eye’s symbol is nearly everywhere; every building has at least one thing relating to the Church on it. 

“Like what you see, hmm? Well, this is your new home, the Father will accept you, I bet!”

Scythe speaks as she walks and stands next to Axe, grinning a bit, not a Grimace, something else.. “Him. Fuck Him, I’m going to die — Ich will nicht sterben” runs through once in Axe’s head before it just goes. As if it is focusing on something else that is near. Something other than Scythe is Staring.

“Who is also here?”

Tilting her head, eyes opening on walls, some on fabrics, but quickly closing after finding who was watching.

“Hmm?”

scythe hums, confused for a second before smiling, grinning even.

“Broker! I didn’t even realize for a second — come meet the soon-to-be new family member!”

Scythe shouts slightly, just slightly, but the noise still makes Axe jump a bit. More eyes now open on her flesh and clothing before again closing. Face hidden against Scythe as she waits, and waits. Before finally Broker... drops in? From somewhere above, but there is only rock? “Where did he come from? They are talking, but everything is so muffled. Why is my”

“Sur..”

“Head panicking so much, he most likely came from one of the other balconies above. The one furthest down—“

“Axe.”

Scythe hisses just loud enough to make Axe jump. Snapping a bit in front of Axe’s face, directed to their ear to snap them out of it.
“Show Broker your Gear, they want to see it.”

Axe freezes up, scared, which makes sense since she was just roughly pulled from their minds spiraling before her claws flex, she doesn’t even realize, as her head stays quiet and full of ringing with static, cyan shimmers that look like small stars — clocks? Why do they look like the hands of a clock? —  begins to appear as her left hand raises above her right shoulder and swings down as the O███████’s Axe forms, the only way she knows how to summon her gear, assuming that is what is needed to summon a heavy Axe covered in eyes. Eyes open everywhere again, walls, to clothing to floor, one even on Broker’s horn, curved and smiling a bit, another on Scythe’s chest.

“Oh!”

That is Broker’s voice; she can hear again, the static dies down.
The eyes opening hurt, the light hurt again.
Bright again, but not as harsh, more like the light of a full bright moon being fully directed into someone’s eyes. The pupils of all of the eyes dilate before staring at Broker, at least most do; some stare at Scythe. Others close their eyes, and some look below at the members of the church, of the cult.

“Now that is interesting!”
She can see Broker smiling, looking so kind, but he isn’t that, he’s lying, and she has to follow along or they will know.

“I wonder how.. hm, well Father will be so interested in you, I bet! — Boss, please go take them — her? I don’t know. It to Father—I’ll call Father in advance!~”

He speaks as if everything is a fun little game, sing-songy and joyful, to make someone’s guard fall. It hurts Axe’s ears due to the pitch — eyes squinting as many close and disappear due to the discomfort she feels. As they desummon her gear as Scythe moves, pulling her along, Broker walks off — no running to go get to a spot, a safe little quiet spot, to call Father Overseer about this… Interesting new development. She watches as he does, able to see as he turns and gets to a red phone — she closes the eye on his horn.

Scythe keeps pulling her along, the eye on her chest closing as Axe learns to follow, easier than risking being hurt for just — just refusing when Scythe seems so set on Axe meeting the Father. She knows why. She feels the eyes opening. See everything they could from the walls, from the skin and clothes they opened on. From her large Axe. On her face

“Why does my face feel so horrible? — Why is it covered in eyes? Why must it be? Is it disgusting? What does my face look like now? Die Sonne lässt mir das Gesicht wegschmelzen. The lights even here make my eyes burn, and close to being hidden, how can He deal with the eyes on his chest if everything is too bright? Bin ich hässlich? Broker und Scythe starrten mich an. They stared so much.”

Her mind spirals again, quiet as Scythe leads her, leads her to a church, the church she will be stuck in now, she knows she will be. She’s going to die here. She is a girl with an Axe covered in His eyes. She will most likely look like someone attempting to pretend to be him; she’s going to die. Ich werde wieder sterben. And her mind..

It doesn’t care now, better than being seen as some little cultist.

“Do they even believe that? Father Overseer spawned with supposedly no gear, yet Soda said everyone has to spawn with one. Maybe he has the Overseer’s Staff? Hidden as his cane thing that would make sense, or is it that one sandwich that a lot of people joked was his true gear that he was hiding? It would be funny, but most likely not what it is; it is his cane thing, most likely. He always has it. But how would it work? Would it act like the original Staff purely? Nein, es müsste etwas anders sein.  —”

Scythe jolts her, shaking her out of her mind, rambling and asking questions with some answers. She's in a church now, or a cathedral? A cathedral, most likely, too big to be some simple church, built with white sandstone with pretty patterns carved into the walls in some places.
“eine Kathedrale…”
She said that aloud. She said that aloud.

“... I’m going to assume you said cathedral, just said it weirdly, but yeah, this is one Sugar! Biggest in the entire church, Father should be here, at least if Broker was correct and didn’t lie to me again.”
Scythe sighs, moving to walk down the nave of the church, the stained glass inside is pretty, not of the sftoh, not of those gods the church calls false,  just of eyes, pretty art of the rituals done inside the church.
“The cathedral must be exposed to the sun outside somehow; there is light, natural light coming from the glass. There is a natural cave opening, a cathedral built into the cave under it, and it is a desert, so barely any rain, and when there is rain. They probably cover the top. Or it's already covered by a dome or steep point, so no sand stays on top, or they clean it regularly —”
Head rambling again and again, too much knowledge being crammed into her head each second. Her head begins to ring and hurt again, full of more and more words before she's pulled out of it by being pulled to walk faster by Scythe, and by the sound of bells, the cathedral’s bells ringing,
Once, twice, thrice for the large bell, then 3 times for 4 smaller bells at once, different, beautiful, causing her to look up at the sound bells above in a bell tower, most likely above the bay of the cathedral. It's a beautiful sound, really. Able to muffle and hide the sound of the spiraling thoughts and answers in her mind. Before she looked down just slightly, eyes opening in the church’s walls, calm, not too bright due to how the light filtered through the stained glass of the Bay, until she saw him, Father Overseer, standing at the Chancel of the church, speaking to Broker, who had somehow already managed to slip in. Broker looks over and points at The Father’s Axe, and Father Overseer turns his head and stares at her. Father Overseer’s horns are weird, curved horns coming out from where his eyes should be with small spikes on the side, similar to an eye, with the horns color black ended but cyan base, swirls connecting the two in a swirl of an ombre, two layers of veil hiding the rest of his head, thick so nothing can be seen through it. The only parts visible on his head are his horns and mouth, which are now a small line. Small lines as his claws motion for O███████’s Axe, Scythe then pushes O███████’s Axe forward, soft enough so she doesn’t fall, she walks up to the Chancel as Broker slips away to stand by Scythe, Broker smiling like normal. Silence fills the hall as the bells finally start to stop accidentally ringing.

“... Summon your gear”

Their voice is quiet, different then how she thought it would be. No wonder some believed in the cult in a heartbeat.

O███████’s Axe’s claws twitch before she moves them, left hand moving above her right shoulder just like before.
And swings down as the Overseer’s Axe appears in her hands.

German translations!! (Please correct me if any of these are wrong!)

* hui: can mean basically wow or whoa

* Ich will nicht sterben : I don't want to die 

* Die Sonne lässt mir das Gesicht wegschmelzen: The sun is melting my face.
* Bin ich hässlich?  : Am I ugly?
* Broker und Scythe starrten mich an. : Broker and Scythe stared at me. 

* Ich muss hässlich sein. : I must be ugly

* Nein, es müsste etwas anders sein. —: No, it would have to be slightly —
* eine Kathedrale… : a cathedral…

Chapter Text

Third person POV (because I can’t do first person for her anymore)
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“Thank Gods I found this hotel.”
Winged sighs, smiling a bit as she lies on the honestly clean and comfortable bed the hotel has. Having found one shortly after getting into Crossroads. Having found it pretty quickly since it’s meant for those who leave Thieves’ Den to be in Crossroads, or are just visiting for the official Flipside-hosted phights.
Winged turns on the bed, looking at her phone, doom-scrolling honestly for just some apartment in Crossroads that is cheap but not shit.

“12k.. 15k.. 7k? Per month, that's not — fudge its shit, let's see… 10k a month, one room, one bathroom with a shower and shit, decent size — doesn’t look that bad actually. Maybe that one if I'm not on the ground floor at least. And there is one available, let's fudging go!”
She sits up in bed, happy since she found a decent apartment. The price isn’t too bad considering how the money here works differently compared to USD A week in a nice hotel in Thieves' Den costs 2k, so 10k per month for an apartment doesn’t seem too bad, just needs a job now.

“Okay, let's see near the apartment - oh! There is a small job in a cafe, I'll figure out which one when I get there, hopefully they don’t mind how I haven’t ever had a.. Job… mom would know what to do…”

She blinks once, pausing and freezing up slightly before shaking her head to snap herself out of that and starts typing, doing her damnest to make at least a half-decent resume, her first one, so crap, but she tried. Just typing the resume, then making it smaller and less than a page at least, since no one will read through two pages worth of shit.

“Okay, hopefully they accept this. If they don’t, then I don't know what I’ll do. Fudge being out of school does suck, at least I had stuff and was told what to do while there.”

She sighs a bit before moving, opening the messenger bag she brought to check on her little creation papers to be able to fill some things out, mostly the question of her gear since her head is screaming that she is all three of the gear types which has to be wrong and if is real then is rare as hell and she’ll get called a liar or something because of it.

“Okay, let's see -”

She pauses, staring at her age on the paper, and then mutters

“I - Why does it say 14 now. Why does it say my actual age- [VOID] You bitch, I liked being 18!”

So upset. Before something in her head clicks.

“How the hell will I get an apartment with my papers saying I’m 14. Fuck, where do I stay? I can't stay in this hotel forever- I can’t hotel hop or shit like that, how am I going to get a house or- I don’t have a guardian or anything I’m so fucked -”

Getting up from the bed, and beginning to pace as she keeps trying to figure out what to do. She can’t go to a school or a boarding school, she can’t buy an apartment, the only reason she got the hotel was that she said she was 18, and they bought it. She’s so screwed.

“Maybe there is a job where I can get housing or stay there? Like some maid or something? It would be funny if a maid were a magical girl, but then I’d have to deal with rich, probably blackrockian demons. Pwnatious sounds like hell to work for. Plus, I’m poor. I doubt he’d let me near him.”

She groans a bit, unable to pull at her hair, so she pulls at the ribbons on her horns and the base of her horns themselves; the shadows move slightly, as if laughing.

“I need a walk- I’ll think about it on a walk.”

She moves, about to leave, before she stops, looking at a shadow. Really staring at it. Before shrugging and leaving the room, shut off all the lights before quickly leaving the room.

The shadows shift, a figure forming before stepping out of the wall. Silent as can be as they move around the room, tapping something, before reaching and touching the case where Winged’s headphones are, holding the little case and tilting their head, before putting it back perfectly how it was before. Moving around some more before touching the edge of the hotel room's bed, slipping between the mattress and frame, the runes circling their hand glow, a sigil was burned temporarily into the wood. Chuckling slightly at the look of it, how the sigil isn’t visible when they pull their hand out. They chuckle, laughing just slightly as their hands shake.
Pecking is heard at the window causing the shadow to turn there head, seeing a bird the Darkness knows well there and pecking, opening the window to allow the little bird in who has a piece of paper tied to their leg, taking the paper and reading, Before the Darkness sighes and moves to the bed again, reaching their hand in next to where they did before, burning a sigil of an undead god into the frame, moving to shake their hand as they pull it out of the space between the mattress and frame, making an annoyed little huff before the Darkness crumbles the paper and sticks the paper into their hat, moving to get the bird out picking up any feathers that fall and tucking them away into their pocket. Smiling and closing the window, moving to a corner of the room where there will be the most shadows and waiting, and waiting until finally the door opens again, and they melt into the shadows.

“I still haven’t found anything. I’m fucked.”

Winged groans as she shuts and locks the front door to the hotel room and flips on all the lights, not noticing how one shadow takes a few seconds more to recede. Flopping onto the bed while sighing as she scrolls on her phone.

“Who the fuck would be willing to have a legally 14-year-old - oh wait, that inphernal is offering a couch to newspawns holy fudge”

Perking up as she reads the text, moving and messaging the person, hoping they aren’t a cult member or going to do weird shit. Basically, the inphernal offering that anyone can stay over as long as they don’t mind their adoptive son and don’t mind working in their warehouse in some sort of way to ‘pay rent’.

“What a score! Hopefully. Hopefully the guy’s kid doesn’t mind some random 14-year-old appearing”

Texting the person about it, hoping like hell no one else had taken the offer, and like the deities were watching themself, the guy said no one had and that Winged could come by anytime tomorrow.

“Let’s GOOOOOO! Im not homeless now!”

Happy as she rolls over in bed, all giggly and happy, moving to sit up.

“Okay, okay, everything will be fine tomorrow. I’m not gonna be a homeless magical girl.”

Getting up to pace a bit before she snaps and speaks,
“I’m a magical girl! And I haven't done any magical girl things fudgeeee - wait, don’t magical girls have those like, little companion things? Wait, would it be my little thing or? I ain’t gonna think about it, I’m going to do magical girl things! Mostly help injured people. I hope I can heal! Im gonna get some food on my way there.”

Standing up to leave, then pause and think of how I even transform - or when she should- before she shrugs and leaves the hotel, walking down the steps and going outside.

Not seeing the shadows move and follow her, before, instead, her shadow shifts to become larger with a smile forming in it, then quickly fixes itself when she spins a bit while walking. Humming a song as she walks and walks, before she stops seeing blood on the floor of an alley, she tilts her head and looks down before following the blood, muttering a soft
“Meta-mor-pho-sis”

Causing her clothes to change into her fluffy as hell and heeled magical girl outfit, humming still, somehow unaffected by the clear wet blood, and stopping when she sees the bloodied mess of an inphernal at the end of the alley. Arm and eye gone, gore and blood rushing out as they breathe, lungs shuddering in pain at the fact that their arm is gone, just bone and barely any flesh remains with their eye having been clawed at then sliced open by some sort of blade before the eye was painfully torn out, as if the crimson wearing inphernal was maimed before they were left to die.

“Oh no! Poor soul, here, let me help you.”

Smiling as she moves and kneels by the dying inphernal. Before she raises and summons her staff, blinking a second before just whispering.
“Magical cure love shot”
Praying it works to fudging [VOID] that she’d give me this so she doesn’t look like an idiot or murderer as she points her staff’s end at the dying inphernal.
And it works, the star held by the crescent glows with a pink hue, a little heart appearing within the star, before a floating heart appears in the air in front of it, and a beam is shot from the star. Not harming, healing the inphernal as if they were never harmed, well at least as much as it could heal, the shoulder healed purely where the arm was decapiatated, a stump with their eye somehow fully healed and not bleeding anymore, Winged smiles and giggles a bit before saying

“Make sure to get checked out just in case! Have a wonderful day!”
Moving away and walking away from the stunned, now not dying inphernal, the only evidence they were a dying mess before being the blood and gore that seeped into them and dripped onto the floor. Skipping off, ducking down to detransform before leaving the alley to go get food.

“... I didn’t react to the gore. I should have vomited. Why didn’t I react? Why can’t I react to gore anymore?”

Thinking as she walks to the small store down the road to get snacks

Chapter Text

Third Person POV (you know where :3)
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She never knew that she’d be in a cult when she was little, not to mention seen as some blessed child in one. Father Overseer, upon having seen her gear, was shocked,  yes, of course he was, but instead of having her killed or something of that sort for ‘pretending to be him’ or some shit like that, instead he had hugged her and called her a blessed child, blessed. Her. Her ugly little eye-covered freak of a being self, Blessed.

She was confused at first, of course, her mind overwhelmed with thoughts and possibilities. He was lying as she was taken to a room to stay in by Scythe. Barely slept that night due to the thoughts until she forced her mind to hyper focus on something like flower types, which let her sleep. Waking up to the clothes she was now wearing on her bedside table, fitted to her form, which at first creeped her out, but then again, they probably just guessed. Having dressed herself in the clothes before she noticed she was given a veil, one that went fully around her head and was held mostly in place by her horns, she put that on, which Heilige Hölle helped a lot.
“No wonder father likes veils, mein Gesicht schmilzt nicht.”
Smiling softly when she had put the lightweight veil on, before she had left the room, and was a bit forcefully pulled by a church member,
“Steelshanks Armament, around 19, in cult for 6 years - wait, why am I reading their life like it's a simple book-”
Her mind had spat out at her as she stared at the inphernal dragging her, Scythe had found and gave them an earful for handling her so poorly, which she tried to stop Scythe from doing before shutting up after remembering well, who she is.
Now here she is, in an inside garden, or Innengarten as she would say it in German. Picking and staring at flowers since it calms her, claws drifting over flowers and picking the soon-to-die ones, the knowledge constantly given to her helps with know when the flowers are about to die and can be picked. Just picking and picking into a growing pile, moving flowers that are about to bloom to the front, and making sure they’d look pretty when they bloomed.

“Das kommt... dorthin… this one looks like Scythe’s.. this is Broker, maybe hm..”

Mind thinking, thinking too much but too little. Eyes opening on small yet large flowers, staring at her before they move, looking around before locking onto an inphernal entering the guardian near silent.

“... Hallo Broker”

She speaks, lifting a flower to the sky to see the color more. Before moving the others and placing them in the center of the neat line.

“Oh! I’m still surprised with how easily you hear me!”

Broker moves, walking over to her as she stays sitting on the floor

“The eyes help..”
Her voice quiets when speaking to him, mainly due to knowing at least from the wiki how he is, no morals, a facade of being jovial and light-hearted, but also that he has a habit of stalking. Mostly those who can give him information that she has too much of -

“Why do you say hello like that?”

Oh, she let her German slip out, again…
“It is just how I speak, first I joined this world and words came differently, until Scythe found me.”

“Good enough, vague yet not, please stop talking about it, please stop, my head is already ringing with more and more information on the subject.”  Her head repeats over and over, sometimes the words being shuffled as eyes watch Broker’s unchanging expression, focusing on his eyes as he thinks, before he speaks again.

“Another language perhaps? How interesting! How would you say my name?”

Broker grins as he stares the little axe down. Overseer’s Axe freezes slightly, mid-pick. Before moving again, place the flower with the others in the line after checking the color.

“The name you have, hm, I believe it would be ‘Makler’. However, that is just the word; I would just say Broker if I were referring to you in a sentence.”
“I said too much, fuck I totally did, my head loves to ramble, doesn’t it? Now, everyone in this… kind, honest church will wish to know how to say their name, or would it just be their gear in general? Or maybe how to ask simple questions or ask for names or...”  Her head spirals again, no longer quiet due to Broker being here.

“Makler? Ma-k-ler? Is that how you said it? No, you said it more like Mak-kler.. So interesting, how do you say other words?”

Broker continues to stare her down, as Axe looks down and knows she's dug a hole where she can not escape. Not like her little ugly self would be accepted by anyone anyway… maybe the church is where she is meant to be now.. They treat her better than her old life did, and how her old school did… At least she isn’t being called names for speaking in German anymore.
“Well, hm, let me think uhm.. I believe how you would ask for directions to a church, you would say… ‘Können Sie mir den Weg zu einer Kirche beschreiben?’”

Broker pauses, tilting his head before speaking again.

“Konnen Sie mir den Weg zu einer Kirche beschreiben?”

“No, it's Können, the o has an umlaut.”

“What is an umlaut?”
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German translations (Please correct me if any of these are wrong!)

* mein Gesicht schmilzt nicht : My face isn't melting

* Das kommt... dorthin… : That is going... there...

* Hallo : Hello 

* Können Sie mir den Weg zu einer Kirche beschreiben? :  Can you describe the way to a church?

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Meanwhile

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“Just need to get to the park now, hopefully I don’t get kidnapped. Then again, I can just fly away if they try”
Winged thinks as she walks to the park, the guy who was offering a place had responded, so she was going to where he wanted to meet her, which is reasonable. One, it’s a public place, and two, he probably wants to make sure she isn’t just some cultist or some adult attempting to couch surf; she had just gotten the message after waiting for two days. She hadn’t eaten all day, only eaten the snacks she bought yesterday. Which was at like 2 pm yesterday, it's 3 pm the next day now, so she hasn’t eaten in 24 hours, she’ll be fine, she has to watch her figure anyway, or she’ll gain a few pounds and be fat.
“Bad habits die hard, still feel shit about my body”
She huffs a bit as she sucks in her stomach to stop it from growling. Still a habit she has from her past life as a human. Moving as she gets to the park, humming as she goes into the park
“Okay, where did the guy say he would be? Some tree on a hill?”

She looks around, looking and seeing a figure on a hill, walking over as she texts the guy saying she made it to the park, adding a little :D to the end, seeing the figure check his phone, which is a 50/50 chance that it’s him. Moving up the small hill before realizing the guy only has one arm and half his horns.
“Oh shut up. That’s Zuka. Holy fuck, I might meet Rocket. Okay, calm, calm, you’ll be fine,” she speaks in her head as she walks up to the tree.

“Hello! Are you the person offering a couch?”
She smiles, able to put on a clueless look about who Zuka is and a happy look, mostly, with her teeth not visible.

Chapter Text

I’m bored.

The cultist is fun to watch, so is the magical girl, but… everything is boringggggggggg. Even though I can not feel anything, it still would be boring to any mortal, I bet.

Time already messed with the little Axe, now her head is too full with every word and everything like Google. Boring when she knows mostly everything, the magical girl has nothing to do.

I’m so bored.

Maybe…

Oh, this will be fun, just tip some scales and well, I can have fun down there! Not that you all will know who I am! Or I can be blunt with it.

Maybe I can give Time a body too… but that’d get boring pretty quickly, and im already going to be in a lot of trouble for this… but still,

Or I can have some fun and mess some heads up

That could work! Give the little magical girl things to well, fight. Plus I can just pretend to be one of those dual blade halves, Darkheart maybe, or Illumina or Venomshank. 3 is a perfect number after all! Me, [TIME], and [SPACE]

Oh, wait, you haven’t met [SPACE] 

Welp

Just accidentally showed her existence,

 but eh, 

not like you’ll see her POV or whoever she drags into this little performance anyways!~ 

You might wonder why this chapter exists, and to be frank, the script writer for this performance doesn’t know much of what to do next chapter. She has one idea, then another, and doesn’t know which one should mainly take up the chapter, so

She and I are letting you all vote!

This will be done in the comments; you just comment the number relating to the emoji hints! Don't need to add anything, also please don’t be rude about it. Guests who don’t have accounts can vote btw

What? Was I going to give you a summary??? HA

Here we go! :)

…okay, what the hell do I press to start the vote thing?

1 - 🪽🪄 ->⛪📦📦 ->👁️‍🗨️🪓+ 👁️‍🗨️💵

    (Winged magical staff goes to a site where the church shit is to get rid of it. Overseer Axe and Broker were there, beginning to leave, when Magical Staff sees Overseer Axe and ██ ███ ████ ████ ██ █████ █████.

2 - 💣🔫 + 🪽🪄 + ❄️💥🪖

    (winged magical staff meets Rocket and starts to talk with Zuka and Rocket more)

3 - 🌕✨ +  ꥟

  ... [[SPACE] HAS REDACTED THIS TEXT.]

You all have till the hmmmm end of Wednesday, the 26th of November 2025 (use EST, which is 5:00 UTC behind) to figure out what is going to be the biggest in the chapter

Please be careful! 

All these choices have different consequences depending on how big they are :)

Have fun voting. This will update when complete. And most likely not be deleted.

The emojis will also gain a little (this thing) by showing what each combination means :333

From, 

Your dearest sponsor, 

[VOID]

• Voting has been completed.

Hellooo little mortals, you all have voted for 2! No one voted one, I believe I “jinxed it”. Did I use that phrase correctly? Yes? Good.

No one in the comments voted 1, 4 voted 3, and 6 voted 2! How… Fun! You all really like Zuka, damn

Mortals have taste, then again, I don't feel taste or have tastes, I can’t soooo eh.

Everything in the voting will be shown in the next chapter, just now in different amounts, I suppose, due to 3 getting the second most votes, the scripter can make it somewhat long… if [SPACE] wants it to be. Then again, she won't care, she expresses, she doesn’t feel.

Anyways!~

I hope you enjoy most of the next chapter, our script writer has something to do other than drawing [ME] and [TIME] - oops, didn’t mean to say that (I did, I’m so funny!)

Farewell again!
- [VOID]

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Hello, readers. Actual writer here, not [VOID] Lolz. Sorry if this chapter feels off, I honestly had no idea what to do next chapter.

I wanted to, of course, continue with the whole winged getting a couch in Zuka’s house thing since that's a main plot thingy, but also wanted to finally bring the two isekai babies together (because HOLY HELL they need to for more fun plot), so the vote helped. Zuka and Rocket will be a main thing next chapter (im so sorry if either are OOC ;-;), the magical girl church shit won't be that much of something, the third option will be somewhat big, idk yet, y'all I need to write still LOLZ

I love all the comments you sillies leave. If I don’t respond, don’t worry, I did see it, just don’t know how to respond and or I don't wanna give accidental spoilers.

Chapter Text

Winged POV - (Sorry if anyone is mischaracterized).

“Okay, this is fine. Just follow him as he asked you to; this is fine.”

She follows Zuka, internally screaming (which, honestly, she feels like Zuka can see) as she follows him to where she’ll be staying for a bit. Honestly, the conversation beforehand was nice. Just had to show that she had spawned a week before (she didn’t realize it had already been a week), figure out where she was actually gonna stay since Rocket (holy fudge she is gonna have to meet Rocket, a fudging PHIGHTER) learned of what his dad was gonna do and said nuh-uh to the whole couch in their house thing, so she gets to chill in the small barely used break room of the shop, which it has a working sink and mini fridge so that’s nice, and then actually eventually go get her new clothes since she literally ONLY has her magical girl outfit (that Zuka doesn’t know of) and the clothes she has on currently. That’s it! And it’s already getting dirty. She knows she wants pink shit, though.

“Are we almost there? Sorry for asking.”
She speaks up just slightly to ask, quiet as hell since fucking hell she’s with a phighter’s adoptive dad, meaning she will talk with a damn phighter and there goes her peaceful-ish life. Plus, Rocket knows Sword… and Sword's mentor/dad thing is- “I’m gonna try not to think about that.”

She just continues to follow Zuka, walking and walking, before finally they get to Da Shop, and she is led inside. Honestly? It’s pretty nice, a lot better compared to the game version she was expecting, so that’s a plus.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
Zuka speaks, looking at Winged for a second before leaving. Winged jumped a bit when he had spoken, not used to him actually having a voice still, and that softened his eyes a bit. Which, well, that’s annoying. Then again, she technically is a newspawn, so he just thinks she’s a weak little thing, maybe. So is spooked easily, which she isn’t!! She’s super strong and isn’t skittish (not anymore), she can just summon a magical staff and fly away or shoot beams at people, she’s fine! (stop lying, dummy).
Zuka leaves her alone, and she turns her head back and forth, looking around as curiosity nips at her like a little annoying fly. Wanting her to look here and there and just everywhere! So to shut the fly up, she does look around, mostly at the support-related stuff.

“These are cool.. Wonder how they work, like a normal gear, probably, just a bit different. Is my gear a support gear? It can heal, but also attack. Would that make me Ranged and Support? Probably yea.. That’s cool, Oooo, what’s that?”

Her thoughts turning to words as she looks around, Zuka had said to ‘Stay here,’ BUT he didn’t specify where here was; he only glanced at her and then left, probably to get Rocket or tell Rocket of her existence or something like that. So he doesn’t think she broke in. 

“Then again, what would you do if a girl just hopped on a staff and flew away? Wait, he has ranged gear that wouldn’t really stop him.”
She keeps walking around, before she pauses and listens, hearing steps and going back to the vague area Zuka left her alone, rocking back and forth in place since she’s anxious, and you can’t blame her.

“Back. And - And you didn’t really move. Huh.”

Zuka’s voice, a small jump again due to still not expecting it. Then her ear flicks a bit as she looks towards his voice, and that is Rocket. Staring at her back
“This is so weird, oh gods I’m gonna hear his voice fudging hell.”

“... so she’s the one going to be in the break room?”

Fudge, he sounds weird. Then again, that makes sense, and he’s really calm, honestly, then again, Zuka is here, so that’s probably why-

“Yes, and I need you to NOT scare the hell out of her; she’s jumpy enough already just from my voice.”

And she jumps a little again. Fudge, why is a voice scarring her?? She saw an inphernal half-dead and healed him without feeling anything. Which is still concerning. When she was human, a little bit of blood made her vomit; she was terrified of violence. Now suddenly, anytime there’s gore, she doesn’t care for it. She doesn’t care whose it is. It’s as if she’s lost that part of herself.
“... wa.. Hello?”
She blinks, jumping again now at Rocket’s voice; she’d spaced out. Wrong time to do that.
“Hello! Sorry, spaced out.”
Fudge, her voice is still horrible. How long since she ate again? A day or two? Fudge, she can’t really remember when she drank water last, either. Then again? She’s been shit at responding to Zuka or Rocket, so she really doesn't wanna eat anymore. “No food, bad at being a good guest, don't need it.”

She glances at Zuka as her ears slightly twitch and muffle what either of them is saying to each other. “His face looks weird.” Tilting her head just slightly, eyes staring before they look at Rocket,
“Fuck you’re weird-”
“Rocket. She’s a newspawn. She spawned over a week ago.”
“Sorry, sorry - not really though anyways just stay away from my shit.”

And Rocket is gone, that’s all she could really hear from all the words they both spat out. She needs to get better at listening. Zuka’s now by her, and leading her to the backroom of Da Shop to show her where she’ll stay? She can’t tell at this point; his head is still muffling him.
“Why am I following him? He’s nice honestly but that makes sense he’s nice in game too I think oo medkit nevermind wait is he speaking I should listen to what he’s saying why am I so bad at listening now earlier when I was alone I was perfectly fine then again I was alone so maybe that’s why I’m suddenly shitty at listening wait there’s a staff looking thing I wanna touch it”
She stares at a fake staff looking gear, before back to Zuka. “no touch it he isn’t going over there wait what was I supposed to do while following him again? Listen, I think I should do that.” Blinking as her ears twitch, she jumps slightly at Zuka’s voice.

“... which is where you should go if you need anything. Got all that?”
Zuka ends his sentence. Fuck. “I should say no, but then he’ll maybe get upset or something that I wasn’t listening. Wait, no, he isn’t like that, right? Then again, I don’t know him that well. Why is he like my dad wait no shut up need say no, say no say no-”

“... I'm sorry I spaced out again. Could you repeat what you said? Sorry”
“That sounded good-ish. Wait, why is his face weird again? It’s fine oooo bell touch bell. Touch the Bedoof, hehe silly pokemon meme hehe” Stuck in her head again, looking at the bell, which Zuka notices, then grabs and rings it a bit. “I should be focus- wait bell. Bell”
Making her perk and focus again.

“Oh, that worked? So what I was explaining before is that if you need any kind of help, you can just come to the counter - ring -”

He rings the bell again, and again and again, snapping her out of spacing out each and every time.

“IF I’m there, go to the counter. If I am not there, you can - ring- ask a customer for help, and if they can not, then ask Rocket if he is here. - ring - You will be in the back room since neither Rocket nor I don’t uses it anymore, really, so it should be alright for you to. - ring - If you want to eat, go ahead, just don’t eat things labeled with others' names. Here you go.”

He puts the bell away in a pocket before grabbing her arm. She jumps, he lets go, and just lets her follow, opening the door to the back room, honestly? Pretty nice, the couch is set up at least, it’s clean, a bit small, but she’s used to small rooms. She walks around immediately, head blocking out Zuka's new words.

“What's this? Is that a lil’ stove thing? Looks weird, oooo a mini fridge! And the couch is nice, they put a box full of crap next to it, then taped the sides of an extra cushion to the top of it to make it bigger. That’s smart. Maybe I can make food using the stove thing. If it works, maybe I can make like pancakes or something if I can have a pan wait, no, I shouldn't eat their food, that would be wasting it, and it's there. I don't want to waste their food. Oh, is Zuka speaking again? I need to stop thinking about stuff again. Wait, this is soft.”
touching everything nearly, touching the blanket on the couch to make it softer, feels nice, nothing has a weird texture - nevermind the cushions, she doesn’t like that.
“Feel rough but soft I don’t like that that's weird, I hate it, stop touching it, it's weird ew ew ew ew ew get it away.”
Pulling her hand away from the cushion, making a small face before looking at Zuka and going back over to him, ear twitching again as his face looks calm, not weird anymore, “nevermind it looks weird again. what face is he making? oh wait it's gone again.”

“You listenin’ again?” Zuka tilts his head slightly as she jumps like normal at his voice. She nods.
“Mhm, sorry.” Apologizing again.

As Zuka starts to speak again, she starts to space out

This is gonna be a long night.

???

The spawn point

An interesting concept, is it not?

A child, either naturally or unnaturally born, from it all has a weapon, one normally, a “gear.”

When they die, oh, it is bright and shimmering. Glowing so bright it hurts the eyes of those near for days. But now here is one that is dead. Dead for years and years, the base cracked, and the temple-like structure around it crumbled, the near midnight full moon’s light shimmering.

As the sky dips, the sky dips down and down, a clawed hand, touching the spawn. And light flows out. All that is left is pure inky black, white, and a white glow. The spawn symbols that spin are replaced with fire rings. As an Inphernal is forced to spawn by the sky - no [SPACE] itself. Small, three-horned child, barely 10, still filled with imagination, able to look up and see it. See Space’s hand, clawed and full of cosmos, pull away, before a small figure forms, a smaller form, paws touching the ground before they are behind the young child, clawed hand snaking around their head as the Spawnpoint’s black yet white light begins to thin, the fire-ring burning and dying into smoke

Before [SPACE]’s hands cover the child’s eyes, and open them to see all.

To see everything that exists in every universe.

To see how the whole world is fake

How they are in a book

How it can look at you

And smile so happily at having a wonderful crowd of readers to perform to. 

Smile so large that the part of their facial crest on their forehead changes to have a four-pointed glowing white star, and their eyes begin melt away with a beautiful mix of gore into a constant swirl of neon colors.

And they know now for a fact

That they can do anything.

This world is fake; they can never sin. 

It can never be holy. 

They can kill with no consequence!

 It can play and never stop! 

They can play around and around.

 It is an immortal among foolish, dumb mortal npcs.

They can do anything.



The world is a Fantasy for it to make into a wonderful, entertaining performance.

Spring Flower Crossbow’s POV

They had been curious for a long time.
Always has been!
Ever since the church scooped them up from the main spawnpoint they had been spawned from, from sneaking into the library to read to looking and wandering to places where they shouldn’t be. 

Their newest curiosity was the rumored ‘Garden Angel’. They had heard the grownups talking about how a inphernal with a veil like the Father who has never left the garden, and even the Father goes in there with some food! Someone must be in there! They have tried the door each day to try and sneak into the garden, to see if the rumors the grownups said were true and it never opened, or just before they would be able to try the door’s handle they’d get caught and dragged away to have them pray for forgiveness from the True Eye for attempting to go someplace the eye doesn’t allow them to. 

But today must be different!

Well, maybe not, but there is no one in the hall where the garden’s door is! There is ALWAYS someone there that means this time must be different, and their lucky day! It has to be.

“Just go to the door, try it, and run if it doesn’t work.”
Is all they think as they sneak up to the door to the garden, hand closing around the handle before trying it. And it works! They can go into the garden, so of course they do! Sneaking and quietly as they can, closing the door behind them, before turning around to look at the GIANT garden!! It’s so big! Even though it’s the same size as a small library but still so big to a small child like them! 

She wanders around, weaving carefully through the flowers, looking and looking for the Garden Angel.

“Hello Spring Flower Crossbow”

She jumps, hard, having to cover her mouth to not squeak as she turns around. And there she is!
“Woa.. you’re.. Real”

Her small eye practically glows, happy to have learned if the Angel thing was real. The Garden Angel tilts their head, the strings and bits of gold dangling between their horns, the eye-shaped one seeming to stare directly into Spring Flowers. Before their head straightens.
“... You thought I wasn’t real?”

Confused, not knowing how the church’s members don’t know of her properly. That the Father hadn't mentioned her directly to the church yet. He said he did.

Spring Flower shakes their head, looking up at the veiled ‘Angel’ in front of them, tilting her head at the flowers that are on their horns and veil

“Curious. Why.. No wait. You came here to see if I existed, correct?”
She knows? How does she know! They never told anyone about what they were doing. Actually, she hadn’t even told the angel their name -

“Someone is coming Little one. Go to your left and follow the vague path, use the first door you see ahead of you, and run to the library.”
The angel speaks, looking slightly to the side, tilting her head back. Which looks to be out of pain of a headache to the little Spring Flower Crossbow child. But the slight urgency in the angel’s tone makes them feel inclined to listen, and just how calming her voice is just makes them want to listen to the angel. They back away as the angel speaks.

“You may come again, try to come when the halls are clear, the door you use will be unlocked by me on those days. Now run as quietly as you can.”

Spring flower nods, backing away and running to their left through the garden, somewhat careful to not trample anything. Running and using the first door they see ahead of them, seeing one to their right, but they don’t try to use it. Going through the door, then running down the hall to the library, entering and quickly grabbing a book she is allowed to read, and sitting down to read it.

Winged Magical Staff's Redesign! Only in her magical girl form right now, though. Sorry If She's blurry or if you can't see her!

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