MASTER SIDE #2
“What’s the meaning of this, pon? Did Fal perhaps mishear something?”
Countless monitors filled the room in systematic lines, displaying countless areas from within Magical Girl Raising Project, such as the wasteland, the grasslands, the interior of the towns, and other yet-undiscovered areas, as if it were all being recorded through security cameras. Monitors were embedded into each wall and buried in the floor and ceiling, covering every surface to light the room.
“You didn’t mishear aaanything,” the girl said, in the middle of solving a Rubik’s Cube. Forgoing the normal method of solving it with one’s hands, she had precariously balanced a corner of the cube on her index finger. As she stared at it, the cube moved at a steady pace, piecing patterns together by itself.
On the desk was a pair of glasses, next to which was a magical phone propped up against a monitor. Above it, a hologram of Fal floated at an angle. The dust drifting in the air, illuminated by the hologram, spoke volumes about the hygienic state of the area.
The hologram shuddered wildly. It twisted, bent, and returned to its original form, though not without some static. “This isn’t what we talked about, pon. No one was supposed to die, pon. You said there’d be no feedback from damage going to their real bodies.”
“Nothing about the concept has changed.”
“If people knew it was that kind of game, they would never participate, pon.”
“But they don’t have a choice, duh. They can’t do aaanything to stop it. I’m not gonna let them.”
“The Magical Kingdom won’t just sit quietly and let this happen, pon!” Fal howled. The timbre of its synthetic voice deepened to sound more like an adult male’s.
Unperturbed, the girl’s eyes remained fixed on the Rubik’s Cube. “I’m not gonna report it, siiilly. And you’re not allowed to tell the players, either. You’re just a mascot. You don’t have the capabilities to disobey your master, so you can’t report it. Nope, nooope!”
“What are you thinking, pon? Is this some sick joke, pon? Save your humor for someone else, pon.”
“I’m nooot joking around. The real joke here is the Magical Kingdom, ignoring their children.”
“Fal understands your concerns, master. The children may be dangerous, pon. Yet the Magical Kingdom has covered their ears and won’t listen. So we have to make sure ourselves. Fal understands, pon. Fal gets it, pon. That’s exactly why this is—”
“The children just have to prove to us that they’re real magical girls.”
The only sound that followed her remarks was the clicking of the Rubik’s Cube.
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