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[SPOILERS FOR AGGRESSIVE RETSUKO/AGGRETSUKO - SEASON 3]
What if on the night the deranged OTM fan prepared to attack Retsuko, there was someone else who got in his way instead of Haida? Unlike getting arrested, he might not walk away from this one...
The masked llama wove his way through the crowd as he hurriedly walked to keep up with the little red panda ahead of him. He held his box cutter at his side, holding it ready in all his dark anticipation. He was focused, making sure he could get close enough to the red panda, that blasted red panda who ruined his favorite band for him, while the crowds of other people who walked around him were clear enough.
He relished the upcoming moment, the moment where he could finally raise his blade and put an end to the person who hijacked OTM Girls. Whatever she did that could be considered music turned the band into something entirely unrecognizable. While he briefly wondered what sort of anguish the real OTM singers - Manaka, Miggy, and Hidarin - felt as that red panda usurped their rightful places on the OTM throne, he almost felt pity for said red panda as well. He wondered what could have driven her down this path.
It didn't matter now. She chose this path and it was time she reaped what she sowed. He got closer and closer, his grip on his box cutter tightening. He gradually lifted the blade just an inch or so when...
A random person got right in his field of view. The llama snarled underneath his mask when he noticed that the person stopped right as his view of the red panda was blocked, meaning that this random stranger was literally standing in his way. In his frustration, he contemplated just slashing the person out of his way with the box cutter, but for some reason, seeing who exactly stood in front of him was making him feel a little strange. When he noticed further that at the moment the stranger blocked his path, it was as though that person was actually approaching him from the opposite end of the sidewalk. He looked up to see who it was...
It appeared to be a woman, judging by her figure and the shape of her eyes. The llama guy couldn't quite pinpoint what species she was, but he was a little sure it was a fox with white fur. The hairs on her scalp swayed as though they were slightly drooping down over her forehead, casting a bit of a shadow over her eyes. The way her ears seemed to wilt further added to the shady gaze, already exemplified by the lights of the nearby buildings. The woman was clad in an old worn-out trenchcoat of a design the llama didn't recognize, with a pale skirt hanging at her ankles indicating she was wearing a long dress underneath the trenchcoat. But what stuck out most of all was the fact that her face was covered just like the llama guy was - while his own mask was black and looked like a gas mask, the woman's mask was white and held by thin straps, looking similar to a surgical mask.
The llama didn't understand why he felt a chill the first second he laid eyes on her, but she wasn't the woman he devoted his time to, so he looked for a way around her.
"Hello," the masked woman spoke up, emanating a voice that somehow sounded cold and foreign.
The llama didn't answer her. After hearing her voice, he felt even more determined to avoid her, already falling behind on his actual target.
"Excuse me," the woman called to him again. Feeling chills from listening to her, the llama quickened his steps, but he nearly stumbled when he was suddenly face-to-face with the masked woman standing directly in front of him.
Anger rose inside of his chest as he seriously contemplated putting his box cutter in her first. "No! Get out of my way!"
He made another arc around the woman, but before he could go further, she was somehow standing right in front of him in that same instant, her eyes directly locked onto his own. His mind raced as he furiously questioned how exactly that woman was doing that so fast, along with who or what she was. He didn't have time to consider any other thoughts, not even getting a moment to check how far away his red panda target was, when he heard the woman speak to him further.
"Just a quick question," she told him, her speech further tingling the llama in his core, "I insist."
The llama's eyes trailed down to the woman's side and widened at the sight of a pair of abnormally large scissors in one of her hands, just barely hidden in the side pocket of her trenchcoat. In that moment, everything paused and dulled into silence as all he perceived was the woman's question being relayed to him. It was all he could do now.
"Just tell me," the masked woman in the trenchcoat breathed out her words in a cold near-whisper, "Am I pretty?"
Who do you think it is? And what do you think will happen next?
What if on the night the deranged OTM fan prepared to attack Retsuko, there was someone else who got in his way instead of Haida? Unlike getting arrested, he might not walk away from this one...
The masked llama wove his way through the crowd as he hurriedly walked to keep up with the little red panda ahead of him. He held his box cutter at his side, holding it ready in all his dark anticipation. He was focused, making sure he could get close enough to the red panda, that blasted red panda who ruined his favorite band for him, while the crowds of other people who walked around him were clear enough.
He relished the upcoming moment, the moment where he could finally raise his blade and put an end to the person who hijacked OTM Girls. Whatever she did that could be considered music turned the band into something entirely unrecognizable. While he briefly wondered what sort of anguish the real OTM singers - Manaka, Miggy, and Hidarin - felt as that red panda usurped their rightful places on the OTM throne, he almost felt pity for said red panda as well. He wondered what could have driven her down this path.
It didn't matter now. She chose this path and it was time she reaped what she sowed. He got closer and closer, his grip on his box cutter tightening. He gradually lifted the blade just an inch or so when...
A random person got right in his field of view. The llama snarled underneath his mask when he noticed that the person stopped right as his view of the red panda was blocked, meaning that this random stranger was literally standing in his way. In his frustration, he contemplated just slashing the person out of his way with the box cutter, but for some reason, seeing who exactly stood in front of him was making him feel a little strange. When he noticed further that at the moment the stranger blocked his path, it was as though that person was actually approaching him from the opposite end of the sidewalk. He looked up to see who it was...
It appeared to be a woman, judging by her figure and the shape of her eyes. The llama guy couldn't quite pinpoint what species she was, but he was a little sure it was a fox with white fur. The hairs on her scalp swayed as though they were slightly drooping down over her forehead, casting a bit of a shadow over her eyes. The way her ears seemed to wilt further added to the shady gaze, already exemplified by the lights of the nearby buildings. The woman was clad in an old worn-out trenchcoat of a design the llama didn't recognize, with a pale skirt hanging at her ankles indicating she was wearing a long dress underneath the trenchcoat. But what stuck out most of all was the fact that her face was covered just like the llama guy was - while his own mask was black and looked like a gas mask, the woman's mask was white and held by thin straps, looking similar to a surgical mask.
The llama didn't understand why he felt a chill the first second he laid eyes on her, but she wasn't the woman he devoted his time to, so he looked for a way around her.
"Hello," the masked woman spoke up, emanating a voice that somehow sounded cold and foreign.
The llama didn't answer her. After hearing her voice, he felt even more determined to avoid her, already falling behind on his actual target.
"Excuse me," the woman called to him again. Feeling chills from listening to her, the llama quickened his steps, but he nearly stumbled when he was suddenly face-to-face with the masked woman standing directly in front of him.
Anger rose inside of his chest as he seriously contemplated putting his box cutter in her first. "No! Get out of my way!"
He made another arc around the woman, but before he could go further, she was somehow standing right in front of him in that same instant, her eyes directly locked onto his own. His mind raced as he furiously questioned how exactly that woman was doing that so fast, along with who or what she was. He didn't have time to consider any other thoughts, not even getting a moment to check how far away his red panda target was, when he heard the woman speak to him further.
"Just a quick question," she told him, her speech further tingling the llama in his core, "I insist."
The llama's eyes trailed down to the woman's side and widened at the sight of a pair of abnormally large scissors in one of her hands, just barely hidden in the side pocket of her trenchcoat. In that moment, everything paused and dulled into silence as all he perceived was the woman's question being relayed to him. It was all he could do now.
"Just tell me," the masked woman in the trenchcoat breathed out her words in a cold near-whisper, "Am I pretty?"
Who do you think it is? And what do you think will happen next?
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I would love nothing more than to see that mother fucker be forced into 1 of John Kramer's tests.
I would love nothing more than to see that mother fucker be forced into 1 of John Kramer's tests.
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