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The night was a dark one indeed. A single bolt of lightning cleaved through the sky, but no rain poured. The only rain that did pour was in Throthgar-chan's heart.

Master-Sama's mansion seemed perfectly fine from the outside; a beautiful, regal building fit for a lord. But the inside was a different story. Last year's clone wars have yet to be cleaned up. Candies from the slain Throthgar clones were still scattered over the floor. A pirate ship was still lodged into the roof of Master-Sama's mansion, the owner of which having been too drunk to get it removed, and Professor Throthgar's cloning machine was still there, though dismantled.

In short, Master-Sama's mansion was not clean. And he would return from the Weeaboo war today.

Throthar sat atop the highest mountain of sweets, brooding in the shadows. She had failed in her mission to keep the mansion clean. She was a disgrace to all maids, or so she felt. In truth it could all be cleaned up this evening as some of the lower class, less kawaii maids were sweeping the candy into the designated containers.

Throthgar didn't help. Throthgar had donned the mantle of the edgelord. She cleaned an oversized katana, which she has never used before, with a moist rag, mumbling something about a high school crush who she couldn't proclaim her love to because she was too dangerous. Crawling played in the distance while this happened.

Despite the mansion's state, the "Trick or treaters welcome" sign was still out. Perhaps people taking some of the massive amount of candy with them would help clean up the place quicker. Or perhaps Throthgar simply forgot to remove the sign.

Whatever the case may be, beware all who enter this place of darkness and sorrow. You may cut yourself on the edge.

Halloween was a strange holiday, and with a healthy distrust of the supernatural and a general distaste for sweets, is one that West struggled wrap his head around. Houses were often empty and it was perfectly normal to have strangers wandering around other's yards. To top it off, you were expected to be wearing a costume and carrying a bag. So while he struggled to see the appeal of passing stale candy to children, he definitely could see a lot of other perks.

So when the night finally arrived, West made his way to the wealthiest part of town. He'd procured a cheap skeleton costume from the markets - bones stencilled onto a black jumpsuit with the paint already starting to flake off, a cardboard skull tied behind his ears with a piece of itchy twine and the largest loot-bag which was socially acceptable.

The first house he passed had the lights extinguished, and he did a quick lap, tugging at the windows to see if they were unbolted. He was feeling for his lock-picks when voices drew near, and he sprinted to the fence and clambered over it.

The next house.

He should've just ran for it.

Maids. Maids everywhere.

The music - quiet at first, but growing to a powerful chorus of angst and despair.

And there she was - katana in hand, and perched upon a tower of sweets, was the most kawaii maid West had ever seen (Note: the number of maids he had encountered before this night could be rounded down to zero)

The green paint was flaking in some of the crevices on his body and it was starting to itch. It was really not a good idea to go out tonight shirtless and only in tight purple pants punched with holes. The chilly night is sending goosebumps along his bare skin and his nipples have disappeared into tiny cold pinpricks.

But Triston had been tasked to go around and invite people to their fire station. It was his idea—the men kept reminding him whenever he complained—so he persevered, clutching a stack of flyers under an arm.

It was simple enough; a picture of their building with letters in thick, bold letters:


The green man managed to get himself lost and ended up in front of a dark palatial house with over-the-top Halloween decorations. Triston saw another man jumping over its fence and running towards the structure. The sign announced it was welcoming people and so he decided maybe he could give some of the flyers to those already in there.

He followed the white-haired guy.

A man in an outfit perhaps a bit more colourful than usual rolled through the streets on his skateboard towards Throthgar's mansion. Under one arm he carried a large skateboard and his attire was way too light for this weather, just swimming shorts, a bare chest and his trademark battery backpack and rubbery blue gauntlets and boots.

He felt like a fool and he was also cold. Ipurangi had no idea why but somehow he believed this was going to be a beach episode and so he had brought all of his beach gear. Of course this was not the case and now he stood here bare-chested in the rain. "Trick or treaters welcome? Yo I'm taking that offer." Ipurangi said as he accelerated towards the mansion. He waved at the others hurrying there, seemed it’d be quite a party!

Well, it seemed like it had been the right decision to come to this place as Triston watched another one join in heading towards the mansion. The others reached the place faster than he did, but he didn't see the need to hurry up. He saw a group of young woman all dressed in what looked like a kind of Gothic-Lolita outfit just walking around and busying themselves with some cleaning.

Were those candies? Upon closer inspection, Triston saw that they were scattered the closer he got to the building. All of these probably came inside as it looked like they were sprayed outwards. He picked one up and ate a piece while he watched several other women in the same costume milling around the place.

This was getting stranger and creepier by the minute.

The maids got a little bit spooked when this cast of main characters walked through the doors. They were getting flashbacks to the former years. What was it about Halloween that brought out the strangest people? It was not their job to greet the guests, though. That was Throthgar's duty as the kawaii-est maid. It was the one duty she would not sully.

Throthgar-chan looked over her shoulder, down the mountain of candy at the visitors. In silence, she stood up, a gust of wind coursing through her cute ponytails as her skirt flew upwards, showing a tasteful amount of cute, frilled panties as she turned around, the massive katana lazily resting over her shoulder. Another flash of lightning sparked in the distance, lighting up the mansion for a brief moment.

Slowly did Throthgar lore-walk down the mountain of candies. Her beard looked like it had been dipped in blood, though upon closer inspection it was cranberry juice she forgot to wash out. Her eyes however were without pupils, spilled mascara staining around her eyes as she chewed on a toothpick. What a dark, brooding character she was.

Once (finally) down the mountain of tooth rotting sweets she faced the three, spitting out the toothpick like a badass."Welcome... kuns." Her hoarse voice boomed."Welcome to Throthgar-chan's woes."

"You were expecting happiness. Sadly there is only anguish here." She said, turning around to face the mountain of candy."Throthgar has failed in cleaning the mansion. Master-Sama will be so disappointed when he sees his home in ruins. Nani!? Nani am I such a baka!" She shrieked, dropping to her knees.

"Damn." She cursed, making this particular RP a PG-13 story."If only Throthgar had chans and kuns to count on, like last year, to vanquish this EEEEEVIL CANDY!" She boomed, raising her dainty, not masculine fists up in the air in anger.

"But alas. Throthgar is alone in this world. Master-sama's kokoro will never go doki doki for Throthgar. Never..."


The angst hung thick in the air tonight.

While being aware that his build was large enough that there had been a lot of instances children would run away screaming upon seeing him, Triston realized that there really were still people out there much bigger than he was. What, at first, he had assumed as most probably just a much girthier woman in the same clothes as every other female in the house, was actually a bearded something that stood much taller than himself, menacing than his current costume, and for some strange reason, looking quite the gentle giant.

Then the person suddenly spouted something that sounded like a well-rehearsed declamation, rhetorical and completely dramatic—Triston wondered if he had stumbled upon the middle of a drama or a play—that he hesitated right at the threshold and got second thoughts of whether he should actually go in.

Waiting for the monologue to finish, Triston then waited for the other's reaction. He didn't know if he should clap or leave the person in anguish. "Uhh... Happy Halloween, guys? Is this a show or something? Everything looks incredible by the way... very Alice in Wonderland."

"A dang good show indeed, but what if it's not!? Lets ride the wave!" Ipurangi exclaimed before he grabbed a handful of candy that he could not stuff in his pockets as his swimming shorts barely had any. He had studied enough anime to understand Throthgar to a degree. "Yo don't worry Throthgar-chan! I, Ipurangi, will help out vanquishing this barney pile of dentist visits!"

The skating superhero turned around to the other two onlookers and would offer them handfulls of candy. "Hey yo take these home. Fight the pile man!"

In seemingly no time at all, others had begun to gather around the strange mansion full of maids. First, a man more than a foot taller than the thief, his muscular body painted green - a reference lost on the silver hair man. Next skated in a dark skinned man decked out in intense blue. Despite the strangeness of his clothing - West had a feeling it was no costume.

And finally, the maid before him spoke. Although it not being his native tongue, West considered his grasp on the Common tongue to be quite good. However, he only understood about one word in three spoken by this lovely madam. 'Sama'? 'Kokoro'? 'Baka'? A nervous grin twisted at his lips, and brows furrowed as he struggled to understand. As Throthgar drew near, West noticed the blood-stained beard and running mascara and instinctively backed away a few steps.

He had to get out of here. Find the next empty house. Whatever was going on here, he wanted no part of it.

"Ah yes, happy Halloween," he parroted green-painted man. "I didn't mean to disturb this" he waved an exasperated arm in the direction everything before him. "I'll just be on my way, no hard feeling, yes?"

"Nooo nono," he extended an arm to keep the blue-clothed man at a distance. "No candy for me."

Well, if what the giant had been on wasn't a play and everything that was said was actually true—whatever it was it still didn't make much sense for him—Triston was anxious if they should really grab the candy. Did he hear it correctly that it was evil? He didn't really feel all that different even after eating a piece, so it couldn't be all that bad.

"All right, then. I'll help you," he offered and went ahead to take the handful of the stuff from the surfer dude in a revealing outfit not that much different from himself. Also, like him, Triston didn't have anywhere else to put them in. He couldn't very well stuff them down his pants, it would just be unsightly and quite unhygienic. Unless he preferred to have a very lumpy bulge that would attract stares once we went back outside and maybe an arrest from the police. "Uhh, hey man! White-haired guy! If you're not gonna help taking some, you could at least have something we could put these in? A bag, sack, chest? Anything?"

Still on her knees, Throthgar looked over her shoulder at the three."No, bakas. No one can help Throthgar-chan. I hurt those who get close to me." She whimpered, bringing up a picture of Master-Sama she had put god knows where. On the picture was a man in a suit, his face covered in shadows."Throthgar has become the Shinigami of love."

As the sad Throthgar kept monologueing. something rumbled underneath the heroes' feet. As if something was burrowing its way up the ground. The rumbling seemed to make the other maids nervous, but not Throthgar, who sat motionless like a statue. When suddenly...

A fist punched its way through the floorboards of the mansion. For a moment it looked like the zombie apocalypse was about to happen right here in Master-Sama's mansion. But as more of the burrowing being was revealed, the plot twist was revealed.

Another Throthgar came crawling out of the hole. Though she was covered in dirt and her cute outfit was shredded up a bit, she looked a lot more like the original Throthgar. The maids in the mansion gasped."I-Impossibru..." One whispered.

Using her amazing dusting abilities, patted herself clean in a mere three pats before she was shiny clean again."Tomodachis!" She began, pointing at the three unsuspecting halloweenies."You have been lied to! That is not the real Throthgar. I am the true Throthgar-chan! She is a baka, the last surviving clone of last Halloween's clone wars!"

The song in the background got louder, more intense as the darker Throthgar stood up, turning around, a scowl on her face as on her forehead it now said 'Edgegar'."You just couldn't stay in the ground, could you, sister?" She said in a deep voice, brandishing her oversized katana, ready to fight. The ground began to shake once more, except this time it was the candy that started moving. Piles of discarded candy now clung to the walls and the floor, blocking any exit out of the mansion.

Throthgar gasped, a singular drop of sweat running over her temple as the camera zoomed in on her face."...That power... No Clone has ever been able to achieve this level of power! Not even the Bossgars!" She broke out of her analysis, walking over to the three guests in a hurried pace while a torrent of candy formed behind Edgegar.

"Tomodachis! Hold my hand. Only with friendship can we destroy this baka! We shall-" Her gaze turned to Ipurangi and his outfit. She giggled."Teehee, you thought this was the beach episode. That's next year's halloween, silly!"

This seemed like a standard affair, judging from how indifferent the other maids were. Or perhaps they were simply dead inside from years of shenanigans.

Another year, another Hallow's Eve! Last year was certainly interesting to Iian, and she shuddered at the thought. This year, however, would be different! There would be mo more clones, no more mutilations of clones that burst into cranberry juice and candies, and there most certainly would not be any need for her to take up arms and defend some random household again. Oh, no no no. This year, it was going to be a tame Halloween, free of 'kawaii baka kokoro's and whatever else that was present last year.

This year, Iian had sewn up her own costume with the help of her aunt and uncle, and she donned it proudly. She was dressed up in a flamboyant mage's outfit that seemed more styled for everyday wear rather than seeing the light of battle. Her headdress was the icing on the cake as she skipped down along the pathway.

The crash of thunder is what snapped Iian out of her thoughts, and as she actually paid attention to her surroundings, she found herself in a yard all too familiar. Her stomach dipped and she could feel sweat start to form on her forehead. She was in the yard of that mansion from last year. How did that come to be!?

"Oh... oh no, oh no, oh no.... Not again..." Iian groaned, flashbacks in her mind of being drenched in cranberry juice and candy pieces as her mind processed it as being more gruesome and grotesque than it actually had been.

"I don't want to deal with anymore 'baka's!" Iian protested to no one in particular, clenching her fists and closing her eyes. She was about to turn and leave, but another boom of thunder made Iian run toward the closest shelter: the mansion.

"Yeah yeah girlbro. I know." Ipurangi said, cheeks flushing red. "Probably was pranked by a lamo grommet or somethin'." As a battle was coming Ipurangi had to get dry, luckily on a nearby table there was a neatly folded Convenient Towel and he quickly dried himself off with it.

Mostly dry the skating hero threw the Convenient Towel aside and walked back over to Throthgar. "But you know, even like this.. This won't stop me...." A spark of light ran across his goggles and out of his right glove an emotional ost of some anime started playing as he grabbed Throthgar's hand. "From stopping this villain."

He looked at the others, the green muscleman that reminded him of superheroes like himself, the white haired man and even the oddly peeved leaf-eared lady. "Yo lets team up and save Halloween."

West locked eyes with the green-skinned man as he asked for a sack for candy. He didn't want to give away his perfectly good loot sack - it had been so carefully chosen from a dozen other sacks just like it, for its superior loot carrying qualities. And it had not yet fulfilled its one purpose in its short, throw-away consumerism life - to hold as many jewels and small electronic objects as discretely as possible. But - if it meant getting away from this mess, perhaps that was a sacrifice worth making.

Hand outstretched - he was just about to begrudgingly pass the sack to the taller man when the floorboards shattered as a enormous fist punched through them. West's did a double take when another maid pulled herself free from her prison below (and he retracted his earlier opinion - this was the most Kawaii maid - even if he didn't know what that word meant, it strangely seemed to occur to him as the most apt description).

"I aint holding nobody's hand!" He snapped, "I don't know you people! Do all rich people get up to this kind of stuff?! What is wrong with you all!"

"And let me make a suggestion" he added as an afterthought - "I find violence tends to be more effective than friendship."

The outstretched hand and the sack it offered was almost within reach but then all hell broke loose—or if not hell, then whatever it was it certainly was most definitely and incredibly broken—and Triston missed the opportunity to grab the bag.

He wasn't looking at the main source of the hullabaloo nor did he really want to and so the exciting and appropriately demented development to all the craziness managed to occur without him knowing anything about it. Which was actually a good thing, considering that the big fella wouldn't be able to comprehend much of what had been transpiring anyway.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Triston managed to stay standing up despite the ground-breaking and earth-shattering breakthroughs that happened the previous handful seconds or so. But when the confused man finally saw what it was that caused the chaos, he staggered and almost fell down to the floor.

"What the heck—"

Great, just great. With the fear of getting wet being outside on her mind, Iian was now INSIDE the accursed manor that she still had nightmares about from last year. Just as she turned around, she had noticed that there were others, and then they were all seemingly taken with something else at this moment. Once the elf's eyes adjusted to what exactly that something else was, her eyes widened and she stifled a yelp.

The boom and rumble from outside must have been from what was transpiring within the manor! Oh, could things start looking any worse for wear?

What a dumb question....

Of course things were only going to get worse... why would they not be getting worse? What a predicament for Iian.

"H-hey, I, uh..." Iian stammered for a moment, glancing between each of the people there, and moving in the direction away from where she saw Throthgar. For some reason, the maid's hand was outstretched, and it was strange to think that there was some kind of kumbaya going on in here that involved more clones that looked like they were crawling up from out of the floorboards!

"Oh Menthis... it really is going to be just like last year, isn't it...?" Iian quietly said to herself. The flashbacks were coming in strong, and the 'ambient' music in the background of the house certainly was not helping in filling her with any form of confidence. In fact, it all felt like ominous, edgy foreshadowing.

Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

There was a surprising few amount of people who grabbed Throthgar's hand. Why didn't anyone trust this big buff woman in a skirt that had just burst out of the ground?"Okay, fine, don't take my hand, bakas. Your choice." Throthgar scoffed, an oversized drop of sweat running down the back of her head."It's going to be a lot more unpleasant for you then." She added as suddenly a black hole materialized in front of her.

Throthgar levitated in the air, together with Ipurangi, the only person smart enough to take a stranger's hand when she asked for it. Anyone who didn't however was sucked into the vortex without hesitation. Even poor Iian who'm Throthgar tried to grab. But nothing could escape the force of the Power Hole. Nothing.

Triston, West and Iian found themselves falling through a vortex of colours, some of which their mere mortal minds had never seen before, nor could comprehend. Time seemed to flash before their very eyes as they fell, their bodies liquefying and merging together into a massive blob of pink and blotches of green.

Imagery now sparked but for a mere moment in their minds. The imagery of an obese man in a wifebeater buying cookies from girl scouts, the beauty of a willow tree gaining consciousness and breaking free from its earthen bonds, trampling the unsuspecting park goers that had thrown their garbage around its trunk, the most beautiful woman imaginable sitting on the toilet, screaming as she tried to move last night's burrito through her bowels and the uncomfortable close up of a catfish' face were but some examples of sights the three experienced.

But finally, at the end of it all, light in the tunnel. A comfortable breeze caressed their skins as they were tossed back out into the real world with a comedic fart noise, their bodies in tact, though different.

Besides newfound strength and conviction, they found that their outfits had been swapped. Instead of the spooky beings they were dressed up as, they were kawaii-fied. All five of them wore a white schoolgirl's outfit, including the short skirt, which was colour coded for everyone; Red for Throthgar, neon blue for Ipurangi, pink for West, green for Triston and yellow for Iian.

As the three's minds were slowly getting used to the world again, Throthgar just shook her head."Tsk tsk, this is why I told you bakas to hold my hand. I know the secret of not getting sucked into the Power Hole." She spoke as the music

Edgegar looked on the scene, seemingly unnerved. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening here.

"Tomodachis, you now each hold the power to defeat the strongest of Akuyaku. Let's work together and destroy this Clone! Battle poses!! Throthgar spoke with power, holding her hand on her side as she winked, her fingers forming the peace sign which she promptly pointed to her temple.

The background music suddenly changed. But was it a good sign?

Iian's head was swimming with the imagery and the fact that it felt that she wanted to retch really badly. However, much as it would have probably been a relief, her body refused to do so. Once they were returned to reality (or what constituted as 'reality' at this current time), Iian held her head, soon noticing her gloves and the rest of the attire that she had been wearing.

"Tomodachis, you now each hold the power to defeat the strongest of Akuyaku. Let's work together and destroy this Clone! Battle poses!!"

Then, that was when the music started sounding throughout the house. Despite the language being totally lost on Iian, there was this odd sense of invigoration from it all. There was confidence welling within her and the thirst for justice.

分かり合える日を 止めどなく探した
失うためだけに 今を生きてる
もう駄目だと 一人孤独を抱いても
If you turn on the lights... If you turn on the lights...
光へ照らしてく

Rising from her seated position, Iian's fears and irritation from earlier felt as if they dissipated. Iian felt like a brand new person. Her fists clenched, and where her mind was wondering what the heck was going on, her body and mouth acted. She swept her hands out and then inward, asserting her stance and furrowing her brow with conviction.

"So long as I live and breathe, the golden of strands of justice will entangle you and see that your misdeeds are rectified!" Iian had no idea what was coming over her in the slightest. This did NOT sound like her at all. And yet... it felt so natural when she spoke, and more so when she altered her stance to with a hand on her hip and the other pointing a finger outward to Edgegar.

"I, the Golden Sailor, welcome the justice that will be done here tonight!"

And there it was, a moment that could have had an inked and watercolour still frame as the Golden Sailor's introduction to crime fighting and monster beating was done. The breeze that ruffled the frills on her yellow skirt and made her hair flow elegantly behind her. Yes... this was the kind of empowering introduction that any kawaii sailor senshi needed!

Triston's mind declined to process what has happened, what was happening, nor what seemed to be about to happen. He couldn't even recall just how long the whole unexplainable insanity lasted—it actually felt like an eternity, but he didn't want to admit he spent that much time in that literal hell hole—but one thing for sure, he didn't and wouldn't want to experience anything like that ever again. Ever.

"Urk—"

Tongue-tied and pants-swapped, the overly green big guy that was now sporting a monochromatic look from head to toe stood slightly quivering and beaded with sweat. His muscles were rock-hard from the strain of being clenched the whole time and viens were popping out even from places he didn't know were actually veiny at all. It didn't help that the skirt let chilly autumn air up from his legs to freeze his nether regions, and he felt various points of his body shrivel and get covered in goose-pimples.

Finally finding his feet, Triston was about to run away from the infernal place when he found himself rooted on the spot. His mouth quivered and his arms and legs stretched to point the four corners of the compass. Words spilled out of his lips but his mind just blanked out and his ears decided to take a vacation from the craziness. This was not happening. He was not seeing this. He was not hearing anything at all.

Despite his efforts, it was apparent that an Emerald Muscle of Passionate Vigor had been born.