#hopeherself

“Your Highness, you know, it would be wise to pursue this prince. The country needs more wealth in order to pay the soldiers to protect our borders.” Homura followed the pink princess as they walked through the ornate palace, her kimono dragging along the wooden floor with soft swishing noises. Despite her saying the other teen should follow her political duties, she felt a twinge of want.

“By the look on your face... I’m guessing you can see the talking space ferret too?”

This of course was no normal person. The wondering knight that vowed to help people across the multiverse had by chance found this Madoka at the right time and place. If fate were to exist, this would certainly play a part.

The thunderous footsteps of metal clanking against concrete soon stopped quite close to the Magical Girl. Usually she would rush towards her direction and help cleanse her Soul Gem in an instant, but more recently she was hesitant, or rather cautious.

She assisted none the less, crouching down and picking up the Grief Seed and facing it just below her neck.

Chell couldn’t remember the last time she saw a human.

How long had it been? Months? Years? Decades? Time was irrelevant in That Place. All Chell knew was that for as long as she could remember, she had been alone; the closest thing to human interaction she consciously knew were the unsettling mosaics and warnings left to her by that mysterious old friend, a face among many others her mind could no longer recall. 

So when she found that room, hidden behind one of the many ‘vitrified’ doors that happened to be open (likely caused by age or cataclysmic interference), and discovered the skeletal remains of what must’ve once been a great steel doorway, an eerie watery glow emitting from its passage, lowly humming the familiar drone of electrical whirrs and occasional sparks, and then driven by some madness of curiosity to actually walk through it only to find herself no longer in the familiar worn grey halls of her ‘home’, but standing on the edge of a dimly lit street, facing what appeared to be an actual living, breathing human, Chell’s normally sharp mind took a momentary pause.

Even though this human was a great deal smaller than herself, and did not outwardly appear the least bit threatening, Chell had learned the hard way never to accept things merely on how they appeared. 

Urgh! That human reeked of positivity, in her attitude, her body language, just up to her appearance. She was one of those he wouldn’t be able to get any Despair Energy from no matter how much he tried (and he wasn’t going to use the power Her Majesty gave him for a single kid). That was just sickening.

Crap, they made eye contact. Well, not that he wasn’t used to passerbys staring at him, but it would have been just fine by him if that disgusting brat decided to move on with her day so he could go back to pretend people like her didn’t exist.