Fanmail the Twenty-Second

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[ Fanmail will be found in big boxes full of letters in the lobby, to be easily found by anyone who's walking by if the box isn't pulled quick enough. Some letters have QR codes, with instructions to scan them with your cell phone's free QR code scanner function. Beyond the letters that are submitted below, you may assume there are more letters in every box if you'd like.

Although bodies of letters may include idol aliases, assume every envelope and package is addressed to or otherwise uses the official idol name of the character.

Letters found in the "Everyone" header may be assumed to be part of every unit's box, most likely with multiple copies of the submission unless otherwise stated.

Characters on hiatus have their fanmail IC saved and stuffed into their mailbox for when they return! They'll be located in this post for easy findings, but don't worry, the fans' feelings will reach the character somehow ;)

Fanmail given to dropped characters will be sent to everyone in the unit, though still labeled with the dropped character's name. You can find these in the "Every Unit" subheader. ]

LiliS
sensitIV
pep!pep!
Taisho Roman Revolution
BAD END=DEAD END
future is now
WILD CITY
☆ZRAEL
Heart Soldier Senshi
AlcheME!
avante en garde
BARiTONES
Everyone

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Re: Murder☆Mittens

[(Anonymous)]

[ you receive a printout of the following fanfiction, labeled “One and Only” which says it was written by “sabrefan22” and lists the tags “angst, AU, you didn’t kill your double but, character death, ???death???, sabre, kohime, princess, princess (formerly), MURDER☆MITTENS” ]

It’s just the slightest thing to catch on out of the corner of Sabre’s eye—and in the end, she’s not sure why it was her who noticed, in this whole crowd of people panicking and trying to see to their own wounds.

At first she’s not even sure what she saw, but—

Oh.

It’s her own face looking back at her, but of course it isn’t, and the difference is made all the more stark by the fact that Kohime, in the middle of the crowd, is alone, looking confused and lost and faded—the color gone from her entirely, down to her suit.

She looks so small like this.

Leave her, she thinks, her own unit can take care of it, but they’re all fussing over the yelly dragon kid and celebrating their win. What even?

Something about this feels… bad. When she approaches, she can see there’s still that lingering flicker of blue flame around Kohime’s greyed-out form—it makes her look almost ghostly. Sabre grabs her sleeve to examine her, and Kohime startles—no recognition on her face.

“What are—what are you doing? Who are you?” she says, but it lacks the usual defensive quality and sounds like someone turned the sound down on the radio, and after a second Sabre’s hand phases right through her sleeve.

“What happened to you? How did you let it get this bad? Is this some kind of spite… thing?” There’s panic rising in Sabre’s chest, and she does’t know what to do—it doesn’t seem like anyone else is seeing this. Maybe she doesn't like Kohime, but it's one thing to dislike someone and another thing to watch someone with your own face fade away. “What’s wrong with you?”

She prepares herself for Kohime to snap back, but she… doesn’t. She just looks… distant.

“I don’t know,” Kohime says, and the blue flame catches at her fingertips, eating away at her form. “I don’t—what’s happening—“

“Stop—you’re not supposed to—“

But it catches fast, like she’s as insubstantial and thin as paper, and it consumes her entirely until there’s only one last blue spark.

And then she’s gone, like she never was. No one’s noticed except Sabre.

“…you’re not supposed to lose like this.”