#trauam

“Hello again, Kuroe. It’s been a long time since we last met.” Casually, the Incubator speaks, tail swishing rhythmically back and forth. They stare down at the magical girl from on high, like some miraculous deity delivering a sermon. A message.

“I would have kept tabs on you, but I am unable to journey beyond this point. Kamihama is strange.” They had sent Mami Tomoe to investigate, but even then, Mami had barely spoken to the alien since then. She was withdrawn. Well, no matter. If she witched out, it would be good for their energy goals.

 Homura finds herself resting on the bright green grass, exhausted from a long night of fighting Nightmares. She sits amongst children that looked like they were going to a funeral. She noticed that all fourteen children have bright blue eyes. She found this similarity to be quite strange if she was going to be honest, but she tries to not dwell on something so irreverent. Their clothes and same eye color might have been some fashion trend or something. Perhaps Mami would know about the recent fashion trends. Their big and round eyes are glued to the show in front of their bodies. But Homura could have sworn that they were actually stealing glances at her, almost as if they knew something she didn’t know. There is a show going on with colorful balloons at this outdoor café. A man, who dresses like a walking freakshow, has brought an antique-looking theatre box that told a strange story when you turn the lever round and round. The theatre box looked like a window with a strange black lizard sitting on top. It compelled her to reach out and touch it even though she has never been fond of reptiles like lizards. Homura is trying her best to pay attention to the story even though she does not understand the strange-looking language. The pictures were quite interesting. Some of the female silhouettes looked a little familiar, but she assumes that must be her exhaustion talking.

She was supposed to be meeting Mami and Bebe today. It was only going to be the three of them today at this café. Homura suggested coming here because she secretly wanted to give the blonde a well-deserved break from hosting tea parties. The rest of the girls were busy. Sayaka was most likely forcing Kyoko to sit down and actually study. Madoka must have been busy with her family today. She did not keep track of Kyubey’s whereabouts since he was most likely prowling the streets of Mitakihara City. She assumes that Bebe should be happy that the feline was not going to be anywhere near them. Seeing the gentle and sometimes playful Bebe actually snarl at innocent Kyubey was certainly a strange sight for her to witness. Perhaps Bebe was jealous that everyone shared their food with him instead of her? She did not know. The sudden pulse of her Soul Gem tells her that Mami is near her. Slowly, she rises back to her feet and brushes off any grass off her skirt. She looks down at her ring, staring at the glowing purple gemstone in the center of the ring. She could telepathically communicate with Mami, but she simply chooses to go look for her. She needed to relax today instead of worrying about anything that looked a little out of place.

Where are you, Mami? I could have sworn that I sensed your presence nearby. She ponders to herself as she walks away from Drosselmeyer, his theatre box, and the children that are actually dolls. They are waiting for the dream world to crumble away in order to make room for the funeral procession. They were going to have lots of fun before they had to practice their fake crying. Watching Miss Good-for-Nothing and her oblivious friends were only a pastime. One of the children leans over and whispers something in another girl’s ear. They are smiling because they knew lots of juicy secrets, but Homura does not suspect anything... yet.