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Nemesis and Hurricane's Ideal World: Session 2
[The sky above is a deep, unnatural crimson, filled with roiling clouds and creatures that are a sickly oil-slick black. They writhe and wriggle like something out of a Lovecraftian nightmare; they have entirely too many eyes, and entirely too many wings, and when they open their mouths, they have entirely too many teeth]
[Below them, the city of Tokyo is half-shattered; above the rooftops, mechanized suits the size of people hover in the air, darting in out of the chaos, laser blasts and explosions and wickedly sharp blades fighting tirelessly against the endless onslaught]
[Until finally, the last creature falls]
[All at once, civilians flood the streets of the city; the lights come on in all the buildings, which somehow have become whole again, safe and unharmed. A cheer goes up from the crowd. Overhead, a stunning fireworks display paints the night with light and color]
[And they all lived happily ever after]
[The end]
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Nemesis-san. Countless times you have been there for me. Like a baby chick, I have stumbled through multiple games, inexperienced and unaccustomed to the trauma and hardships that we face on a regular basis in Tokyo-F.
I am so grateful for you. I hope that if I tell you something in all seriousness, that you will listen? I promise that I will never lie to you. I have too much respect for avante to do something so disrespectful as to deceive you. Especially when you are one of the last upon our unit that I can truly turn to now.
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Nothing like that. The house is already a dangerous nightmare.
[ Not that he saw the state of the kitchen but he did hear a number of strange things. ]
Nemesis-san. This is little more than a dream. Right now, both you and Hurricane-san are in danger. This party... the world that you believe you have achieved right now-- it is a cage meant to lock you inside your mind. It is a cruel game thought up by the producers that have manipulated us all since our arrival upon the production, Imeeji.
[ Pulling out his phone to see if he can find the directions they had been given earlier. To find both her and Hurricane. ]
This is a game. Everything you see right now... is merely an illusion. To make you believe you have escaped the program when the reality is, that we are in the middle of one of their disgusting shows this very minute.
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That--that don't make sense.
The games are over--even if they weren't, why would those Hell douchebags do anything nice for us?
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I know it does not. To you, who is being tricked right now. Both you and Hurricane-san are the target of their evil this very moment.
[ He shakes his head, frustrated and upset for them. ]
They are not trying to do something nice for you right now. They are trying to trap you in your own minds in order to keep you inside a false prison. The game is to see whether or not you will be able to see the truth or disappear inside the gilded cage they have placed you under.
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[She frowns, pursing her lips]
No...no way. We deserve this--they can't be here...
Where's this coming from, anyways?
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[ He squeezes her hand tighter. ]
More than anyone you and certainly do. But... [ He sighs heavily and shakes his head. ]
It is because I was given the rules of the game. Told what to do upon arriving here. Nothing in the house is right-- there are sinks filled with blood, disappearing rooms, a hippo in the kitchen.
[ His gaze falls down to their hands. ]
I wish more than anything I could tell you that this was real. But I would not be a very good friend if I left you here in false prison.
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[But then--something is happening]