MASTER SIDE #4
“I can’t take this anymore, pon. People are dying, pon. I can’t let you keep doing this, pon.” The strain in Fal’s voice escalated further.
“Why not? Things are just getting started now, right?” The girl seemed more relaxed. Her right hand left her glasses so she could snap her fingers, and the noise changed the images in the monitors.
Magical girls appeared on every one of the screens covering the floor, walls, and ceiling. The fallen Cherna Mouse. Akane, crushed by the building. Masked Wonder, her head smashed in, then a rock dropped on her once she was down. Magical Daisy and her blown-out torso. The rows of monitors, large and small, displayed the brutal images of the magical girls’ bodies.
With its beady little red-and-black eyes, Fal glared at each of the monitors in turn and then lowered its gaze. Its holographic body blurred, noise running through it. “Fal’s ha…enough…don’t kill an…ore people…” It wasn’t just its image that was warping. Its voice was distorted with grating static, too, as its pitch randomly shifted between high and low.
The girl smiled. “How awful of you to say that. When exactly did I kill anyone? What happened with Magical Daisy was an unfortunate accident. After that, they started killing one another on their own. I only set the stage. Whether they get along or go for one another’s throats is up to them.”
The noise in Fal’s hologram cleared, and its eyes lifted toward the girl. “That’s just your excuse! Master is the one who incited them to start killing one another, and master is the one who created the arena, pon!”
“But, like, that’s just how this sort of test works. The proper way for magical girls to act in this situation would be to band together and attempt to escape, not to hurt each other. Riiight?”
“But even Magical Daisy at the start—You clearly meant harm by placing an enemy that reflects projectiles so early in the game, pon! That wasn’t an accident, pon!”
“You’re being paranoid. Magical Daisy just wasn’t as cautious as she should’ve been.”
Like a ball hitting the floor, Fal’s body squashed flat, stretched, and shrank, its synthetic voice producing sounds resembling anguish. The girl took no notice of Fal’s pain, smirking.
“…I sent a message to the Magical Kingdom a little while ago,” said Fal. “I reported everything: what’s being done here right now and who’s been making these girls kill one another, pon.”
“Oh, really?” the girl replied, still smirking.
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