supergaybabyjail | It's time for Round Two!

It's time for Round Two!

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Everyone working in the Future Foundation (so Madison, Togami, Veronica, whoever) trying to protect their protags from harm.

Jimmy was a part-timer, so he didn't go on assignment too often, but it wasn't out of the question, especially when something as this happened. Which was how he'd ended up in Hoenn in the first place, really -- but at least it was a nice place, if shaken by what had happened half a world away. Everyone seemed really kind and willing to help! They'd even pointed his group towards a lab that might be able to better track that signal...

Veronica immediately stepped in front of Jimmy to survey the oddly-dressed gang backing the staff into corners. "Looks like they got ahead of us. You stay back. We'll clear the way."

Madison drew out one of her Poké Balls. "Are you sure you want to fight like this? We could get a lot more done if I just blew the volcano-fuckers up."

Veronica sighed. "The local way first, your way later."

...Well, he always had friends to depend on!

---

"Man, this is rank!" Beat poked at the monster skeleton in front of him with a stick. "How long these been in here?"

Cynthia patted her armour plate proudly even as she wrinkled her nose. "Whatever's behind this won't last long against heroes like uwatch out!"

Before Beat knew it, Cynthia was bodychecking him out of the way. He stumbled and fell to the ground with wide eyes. Flashbacks mixed with the scene of car the skeleton beast rising up from the out of the ground and swiping biting, shark at Cynthia, and she dodged, swung her sword at the wall thing gloating, that stupid bear, exploding with Walker in front of no, before Beat could even come out of his daze, Cynthia had struck the skull off the monster and the rest of it collapsed in a pile of bones.

"Whoa..." Beat shook his head violently to get the images out. "Props, yo."

---

Haruka had thought the idea was simple: they'd sneak into the party and get all the information they needed out of the guests while pretending to be diplomats. She conveniently forgot that she was a terrible liar.

"Oh, really?" One of the dignitaries narrowed his eyes, with three others backing her into a corner. "I thought you said you didn't know anything about the underground locker."

Haruka rubbed the back of her head, looking around for help. "I... uh..."

This was the perfect time, it seemed, for something to blow up. Pieces of the table at the end scattered, attendees screamed and ran, and in the chaos, a gloved hand grabbed her wrist and tugged. Another figure started running beside them.

"Seriously, Harks?" Dave's expression was readable even with the shades. "I thought we practised this, like, ten times."

"Yahaha... Thanks, guys." Haruka laughed nervously. "Silver-kun, I thought you didn't bring explosives."

"Never mind that," Silver groaned, tugging her along. "At least it's better than the other incident. ...Thanks, though. For not letting us just blow the whole place up."

No problem, no problem.

Dave, Kureha, and Maya, gushing about their S.Os.

Bonus points if Ryuunosuke joins in

"I'm telling you, ladies," Dave said, leaning against the table and propping his chin up on his hand. "Meridiana is, like. The most amazing girl in the universe. It's like I'm a non-destroyed Earth, which I guess are maybe not as hot a commodity as I originally suspected, and she's a meteor from space hurtling at a hundred bajillion miles an hour. That's a number now. Legitimately. Like, her sweet smiles and dancing and flowers and shit just broke math and she's flying towards planet me and collides so hard I break in half. And then magma flows out into the universe, I don't know. Something like that with a lot more chrysanthemums or however you say that flower."

Maya and Kureha stared from across the table.

"I say this lovingly as your sister, Dave, and I'm very happy that you found your true love or six, but that made absolutely zero sense." Kureha sighed.

"I don't know, maybe it's like a code!" Maya clasped her hands together in front of her. "What about you, huh, Kureha? You had a nice girl at home, right? --Uh, I hope I didn't say something wrong again, maybe I should just not ask about your love life."

Kureha turned pink and gave a small laugh. "No, it's okay. Ginko and I are happy at home. We're somewhere we can't get hurt again, and she's really missed me. We're childhood friends, but you already heard that..."

"So what, no more salacious gossip?" Dave smirked. Kureha blushed harder and busied herself with stuffing her face.

"Weeeeeeeell, Wash and Tucker are doing great," Maya said with a shrug. "The other day, we were at the gym, and you know I don't usually actually do any working out, but oh, man..."

"Whoa!" Dave scooted back in his chair and waved his arms in front of his face. "Do not get into that, Miss Maya, a dude doesn't need to hear about his dads like that!"

"I barely said anything!" Maya pouted. "You two are just embarrassed. Come on, and I didn't even bring up your date with Silver the other day, what was that about?"

"That wasn't a date," a tomato-faced Dave grumbled. "Technically. Sorta."

"You two get way too embarrassed," Maya said. "If we're going to have this conversation, we should at least call in somebody who's going to be proud and enthusiastic about their choices! It might help you two open up a little."

Dave's Holo-Caster buzzed. "Hold that." He brought it up and scrolled through the new messages. At the top of the holographic display, the other two could see (written backwards, anyway, from their point of view) something unread from the sender "evil asshats evil husband" with a subject line in predictable mangled English.

"Are you sure you're not a Super High School Level Future Predicter?" Dave's eyebrows raised. "You're going to run Meridiana out of a title. You'll turn her out on the street, Miss Maya, do you want that on your soul."

Kureha facepalmed. "Just play the message."

It took a while to load, given that the contents composed of Ryuunosuke gushing about the [THERE IS A KITTEN CRAWLING AROUND A TEA SET AND EVERYTHING IS ADORABLE] that Tsukiyama had just pulled off and how amazing he looked in a paper-maché mask for eighteen minutes straight.

Haruka teaches Dave how to baseball.

The other teenagers all ask Kureha for love advice, because clearly she must be some sort of expert.

Isabelle and Bear!Kureha get mistaken for Pokemon in Kalos. Hijinks ensue.

Meridiana teaching Dave ice skating like she said she was going to.

Arts and Lovecrafts sending gifts and letters to the Round 3 people as they travel on their honeymoon. All of them. Even the ones that hate them.

"Are you... quite certain of this, amore?" Tsukiyama inspected a tacky snowglobe with a purple cat inside it. "While I'd definitely like to make a good impression, you do know that a good quarter of them still aren't happy with our continued existence, as it were."

"So we shouldn't get them presents?" Ryuunosuke's shoulders slumped. "I want them to share our happiness, and we already compromised on not inviting them to the wedding to see my art..."

"Au contraire," Tsukiyama said with a smirk. "We most certainly should get them presents, but we ought to get them good ones, n'est ce pas? Something that reflects our true feelings from the depths of our souls!"

Ryuunosuke still wasn't sure he had one of those, but he nodded along with enthusiasm anyway. "Yeah! And they've gotta be personalized, right, like that knife we got Silver? Every kid could use one of those! Or, well, at least he could, I don't know about every kid, but he'll definitely get use out of it on his mobster relatives!"

Tsukiyama gave a small laugh. "Precisely. In fact, we can ship their entire group's gifts at once to the same place, once they've settled in a home -- though I regrettably don't know how often Allie-chan and Haruka-chan will be there, given they've got homes and families. At the very least, being bundled in a box with other people's gifts may prevent Miss Meridiana from simply discarding what we get her."

"That's genius!" Ryuunosuke said. "Hey, on that note, speaking of people who are mad at us... We're getting Mr. Finevoice a hat, right? I mean, it's kind of his thing, and I've got the perfect idea!"

"Tell me, does it in any way involve leopard print and/or gratuitous purple?" Tsukiyama asked.

"Absolutely! It's the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed! In the past fifteen minutes anyway. Your world is so cool..."

Tsukiyama gave a thin smile. "Perfect."

Give me any of the cast of R3 stoned af. The more the merrier. During or post-hotel.

(MISS MAYA)
Hellooo! ♥

(ME)
whats up miss maya
heard you were having some
issues
well not the kind of issues that we all already obviously have what with murderhotel sponsored by murderschool run by murderchild with a side of murder and also bees
but like
pops said you got your wisdom teeth out
whats that about

(MISS MAYA)
It's fiiiiiiiiiine!
I mean the receptionist's face kind of looked weird after I left, all melty and stuff
I had to lean on Wash and Tucker all the way back home
Got spoonfed ice cream though!!
It's kinda melty too, maybe it's related...

(ME)
okay okay so
discarding the part where you go on and on all pda about leaning on my bros and them spoonfeeding you ice cream
idgaf what you guys do in your relationship you do you but a guy doesnt want to see that about his dads come on
what youre saying is
youre high as balls on dental drugs
higher than the meteor i spent three years doing absolutely nothing important on after messing up my life and going to space
is that it
because i dont know what to tell you but i also kinda want to hear what you have to say about life and stuff right now
so lay it on me miss maya

(MISS MAYA)
Maybe! !
It's a secret you know...
I'm at home now and can't do a whole lot but that's fine because I have you to talk to!
And also seven seasons of Steel Samurai
Mostly the last one
It's important
And will keep me from wanting burgers when I'm not allowed to eat the non-ice cream/non-soup NOT FAIR
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

(ME)
hahaha how HIGH.....
nvm miss maya
start up the steel samurai dvds
i want to see you liveblog this
livetext this?
i mean you could video it to my holo-caster but it probably hurts to talk and stuff with gauze in your mouth and also youd probably be slurring and i couldnt understand you
i know this because science
anyway let's do this

(MISS MAYA)
The opening is beautiful......
Season six's opening is much better, though!
It really shows how far the characters have developed over the season! And the character designs for that one were
FLOWER
I forget
That background guy looks like Mr. Finevoice!!

(ME)
yeah a lot of people look like him ive noticed
he has like
the kind of face you see everywhere
like youll go down the street and theres five people all with his face
just talking to each other nbd
facetuplets
also hats are popular these days
mostly with dbags though

(MISS MAYA)
Maybe it's a conspiracy!
Aliens are cloning his face around town!
You should ask him.

(ME)
what no haha and risk being converted
in the extremely unlikely but still possible event because lbr in our lives what isnt
namely mine
my life is still the most absolutely what is going on life of all time
as decided by a jury of our classmates and also me
anyway in the event that the face alien conspiracy is a true legit actual thing im keeping my face thanks
its an established brand
strider face
look it up
trademarked that shit and everything
also meridiana likes it and silver said i was cute one time when we were drunk off our asses so there's that too and ryoji just likes everyone
allies basically an honorary sister by now and harks im not even gonna ask
when you ask her if she likes someone you get nervous laughing and rambling and you end up talking about the great wall of china or those spicy skittles you get in mexico in the yellow package and then she makes you help her fix a window one of the munna got stuck in
so
face
keeping mine thanks

(MISS MAYA)
I didn't know you were high TOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

(ME)
what no
this is everyday dave
everydave
anyway hows the steel samurai going

(MISS MAYA)
I found another conspiracy!
Little Lady Iron Plum's staff has FOUR markings on it
I got all FOUR wisdom teeth out today
and this is season FOUR
Wait, isn't that unlucky?

(ME)
not that death number stuff again
i heard enough of that in murderhotel
besides theres no way that means everyones gonna die
anyway conspiracies are usually tied together
so if its a conspiracy shed have hatdads face
does she

(MISS MAYA)
No.......
Yes???
I don't think so, she never had it before.
brb
looking at the TV

(ME)
okay you do that ill just be waiting here
not dying
because thats bullshit

(D-POPS)
Dave, I'm going to assume that you're the reason we found Maya passed out and drooling in front of the TV. Just... letting you know so you don't get worried.
Also, there's nothing wrong with spoonfeeding your significant other ice cream
And why was she mumbling about faces?

(ME)
you know
the usual

Ryoji takes everyone out on that group date.

Instead of Madoka fixing it, someone makes a contract with Kyuubey to revive the dead, either during the trial, or after. Because after that tease of Magical Ginger Disasters, we need it.

So what did happen when Schuldig set Anna up on a date with Silver?

HEART MEET. Roxy, Sycamore, Pooh, and Isabelle all around the same table.

"Attention, attention!" Isabelle climbed up on top of a chair and held up her clipboard. "I call this meeting to order!"

Roxy gave a lazy salute and a wink. "Totes here. Not possibly not here. And at order, whatever that means."

"I am not certain of your meaning either, mademoiselle," Sycamore said. "Ah, but yes, I am listening, Isabelle!"

"Don't sweat it." Roxy shrugged. "Give us the word, dogmom! What'd the therapist call us in for?"

"I hope there is something to eat," piped up Pooh, who was sitting propped up on a box on top of a chair.

Isabelle startled, but only a little. "O-oh, yes! Well, you see, Mr. Waruatama decided that it would be a good idea for us to have more group therapy outside of our usual circles, and based on what we've reported, he grouped us up based on... something like compatible personality types? Oh, and Mr. Bear was invited too--"

"Hello," Pooh said with a wave.

"--yes, hello! Because Mr. Speedwagon had an accident with the wormhole machine and brought him and his friends in."

"I must say, it is fascinating!" Sycamore gave one of his bright smiles. "Not that we have all been in those horrible games, of course, that is dreadful, but that we have managed to overcome them! Ah, Monsieur Bear, was it, or Monsieur the Pooh?"

Pooh gave a lilting laugh and a shrug. "I suppose it doesn't matter what a person, or bear, is called. My friend Donnie is not actually named Donnie, but that is the name on the little tag he has on his suit, so that is what they call him. He's in the meeting down the hall and he is brown and has a blue suit and his hair is like yarn, but he is not made of stuff and fluff like I am."

"Yarn dreads. Got it." Roxy snapped her fingers. "So, Izzy, heard you know my time-travel alternate-universe dad-kid. What's up with him?"

Isabelle wagged her tail. "Oh! You must mean Dave!" Rule of paw: if something sounded like it would take way too long to explain and leave her even more confused than she was to begin with, it was probably related to Dave. "He's doing fine. Professor, have you seen him lately? He did move to your world, after all."

"Ah, oui!" Sycamore practically sparkled in the 'this is a man who made a living out of talking about his world' way. "He and his friends have been doing very well on their journey! Once they're done seeing the beautiful sights of Kalos, they have asked me to assist in finding them a place to live. Just some land and a nice building to fix up into an establishment for travellers to rest! He personally thanked me just the other day for the Munna I had brought over from overseas -- if any of you are in need of a sleep aid..."

"Props, Professor," Roxy said, giving a thumbs up. "Glad to know someone's looking out for them. You too, dogmom. You kinda remind me of the little chess piece dudes who raised me. Only, you know, not all hard and shiny."

"Is a living chess set like a living toy?" Pooh asked. "You see, I haven't heard of many worlds that are like my book, and it gets just a tiny bit lonely when you are the only one like yourself, even if, in other ways, you are not."

Isabelle leaned over the table to rest a paw on his fluffy arm. "I understand that, too. I was the only animal in my class, and all of them had such sad stories, while I just lived an ordinary life and couldn't understand why their lives were so unfair to them."

Sycamore hesitated and gave a sigh. Honesty and forthrightness, right? "I came to a discovery myself, near the end of my game, that I was not unlike Isabelle. That is, the others had been gathered for a purpose and I was an odd one out. It was a shock, to say the least. I feared that I was not part of the group. But to them, they said, it changed nothing. That bunker, that school had changed all of us from who we were, so our origins, they did not matter so much."

"The people from my world on the murderbeach weren't even from my actual world," Roxy shared, "and they didn't remember me, either. Weird time shenanigans. Not as fun as it sounds."

Isabelle gave sympathetic whimpers at the others' stories. She looked back at Pooh and managed an encouraging smile. "See? We were all different, but even though we felt alone, we helped keep everybody together. So we weren't alone after all!"

Pooh thought for a moment. "I suppose it was like that for me as well! Everybody was very nice, and I made many friends. We had many adventures, although some were very sad. In the end, everything was fixed, though. They also had a lot of honey. Do you have the kind in the bear jar?"

"Nah, it's pretty much a bear-free zone in here 'cept for Henri." Roxy shrugged. "We got the real stuff, though. And some chocolate-flavoured stuff Anna brought in by the truckload since some farmer owed her a favour."

"Oh, that sounds wonderful!" Pooh clapped his stuffed paws. "Do you think that perhaps we could take a tiny break to eat lunch or a light afternoon snack?"

"I do not see why not!" Sycamore said, rising up from the table. "That is, if Isabelle is quite all right with the situation!"

Isabelle picked up her clipboard and gave a radiant smile. "I'll pencil it in right away!"

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The daily adventures of Duster and Kayneth.

Future Foundation Ugly Fashion Show! Starring Tsukiyama, Ryuunosuke, Schuldig, Cecil, and whoever else has a terrible taste in clothes.

"And next up in this tasteless disaster of a show is... auuuuuuugh." Madison ran a well-manicured hand down her face while her other hand held the microphone. "It's the gluten-free radio fucker in furry zebra-print shorts. Purple and green. Neon. Just kill me over again, even waking up in another murderschool would be better than this. --That wasn't literal, by the way, fellow host of this so-called fashion show."

Lysandre groaned, standing on the other end of the small podium with the other microphone.

"Believe me, mademoiselle, I'm well aware. I'm also not certain why -- Cecil, why would you wear jelly shoes, are you certain you're aware of the decade -- in any case, why the Foundation would put such a show on is beyond me, as is why we were assigned to assist in any way other than telling them that this was not a good idea."

Madison flipped her hair back. "Irony or some shit. Personally, I say this would never have happened if you'd actually gone shopping for me like I asked you to. I mean, you blew up fucking France, it's, like, your penance."

"Need I remind you that I have been under house arrest in this laboratory for a year," Lysandre grumbled. "Next up is... Monsieur Uryuu, just why would you wear leopard-print pants that are tight enough to threaten your circulation and then pair them with a leopard-print jacket in blue?"

"Prints are great if you don't overdo it. That? Not so much." Madison rolled her eyes. "And buddy, wearing a shirt that's torn to shreds on purpose to make you look like you got mauled by your fursona isn't as cool as you think it is. Next."

"Next is... Dr. Jookiba is wearing three aloha shirts at the same time."

"He does that every day."

"Indeed. I suppose it could be worse. Who's the next one?"

"Mochizuki, the name says..." Lysandre looked up from the papers. "Ah, yes. There he is, in... a knit vest, hip-hugging flare jeans that say CAUTION on the posterior, and a chain necklace that resembles a string of rubber breath mints."

"I wish he'd used caution," Madison muttered. "Then maybe we wouldn't feel the need to stab our eyes out. And what's with his hair? He looks like a cockroach."

"Charming," Lysandre said. "The next is... oh, no."

His face went straight into his hands as Schuldig stepped out in a blaze of... something. He was wearing a ruffled salsa top with polka dots that strongly resembled a clown, metallic neon parachute pants covered in mismatched patches, bright red shoes with a three-inch platform, a fuzzy jacket with a pink paint blood splatter, and one of those felt statement hats from the nineties with a giant happy face affixed to it. And sparklers on either side. Which were lit.

"Are you seeing this?" Madison gesticulated at Lysandre, at the crowd, and at the smirking model. "Take your hands off your face, you fake-edgy ginger, are you fucking seeing this mess!?"

"Dear blessed Arceus and all his creations, mon trésor, why..." He groaned into his hands.

The misery of this moment was only matched a week later, when the Future Foundation Fashion Show was declared a resounding success that would become an annual event.

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Allie and Silver go out for ice cream. Antics ensue.

"And then we still had to do the math test, even after the whole school-got-crashed-by-a-dragon thing. Like, seriously?" Allie plopped her spoon back into her ice cream dish and leaned back into the booth. "Priorities, hello. Anyway, how've you been doing?"

Silver shifted in his seat and stared at the ice cream cone in his hand. "All right, I guess. We've got a building now, saved up a lot to buy it and try to fix it up. You can come if you want. The others, well, the other kids are coming to help this weekend. Kureha's bringing her girlfriend, so I don't know if they're going to actually be any help or just run off on some romantic Lumiose date."

"Rude." Allie laughed and bopped his nose with a finger. "Don't worry, I can totes help you with the whole B&B building-slash-fixing thing. I mean, how hard can it be, right?" She paused. "...Are you gonna eat that?"

"Oh. Right." Silver gave a cautious lick to his dripping cone. His eyes widened and he smiled a little. "Sorry. I'm just not really used to food you, uh..."

Actually paid for. Allie facepalmed and laughed as Silver turned red.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, dude." She surfaced and fluffed his hair. "Come on, you've got a new life now. You can do whatever you want! But,uh, just don't steal stuff while you're here. I so do not want to get kicked out of anywhere."

His shoulders relaxed a little. "All right," Silver managed, and he took another lick of rocky road.

Isabelle sitting inside of Futo's bigass sleeves, after that story about using tiny dogs as space heaters.

"I am... not certain this will work, if I may be honest," Futo said, starting to make a face. "There is only one of thee, thou seest, and thou'rt the size of a small person or a large dog..."

The lump protruding from her sleeve flailed a little. "Are you sure? I want to help you! We're all so cold in here with the air conditioning up so high, and you were stressed about not being able to start fires for warmth!"

"Ah, yes. For warmth." Futo coughed. "In any case, it may be more prudent to remove thyself and gather our fellow captives for a more, ah, traditional gathering. Surely it would be better than racing down the hall in those hideous rolling seats."

Isabelle lifted the sleeve up over herself. "I suppose... It was warm in there, though."

Futo shivered and helped the little dog out of it. "Quite."

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AU where Wario's outfit in deadlandia changes every time someone in the living world puts new clothes on the statue.

Sorry if this is R3-only but I need that Cynthia x Anna

100 points if Cynthia's hair are used as handlebars

Duster and Harvey bond over being the only sensible people to want to cut ties with the serial murderers.

tales from kidquest 2k15

NOTES

The gathering of the stray Monobear Kids is going better than expected, with minimal but relevant exceptions, particularly since the survivors of the Hotel Life of Mutual Killing turned in the cards that allowed us to find the children's targets. This report will track those targets we have secured and those we are in the process of securing and elaborate on the status of any children rounded up, sorted by target.

JOHN EGBERT and DAMARA MEGIDO

Primary target has a pre-established relationship with the Future Foundation and reported in as soon as the first child was spotted in his cluster of worlds. He was secured immediately. Second target was seen hunting down Monobear Kids herself; our operatives apprehended her for a grand total of two seconds and report that "time powers are cheating." Given that she retreated to some sort of afterlife that no one wants to hear a three-hour explanation for, it is advised to focus on extracting Monobear Kids instead. Children mostly accounted for, but given the vast scope of areas that their targets are known to have frequented, spanning at least three universes and then some, this will make for a great deal of work.

ARTHUR UNDERHILL

Target is a civilian unaware of his world's secrets; use of mindwiping technology was requested by allies our operatives met in the field. Children easily apprehended.

GILLES DE RAIS and SOLA-UI NUADA-RE SOPHIA-RI

Both targets appear to be dead of unrelated causes. However, given the fates that many children appear to meet on a regular basis in the Fuyuki City area, it seems that the Monobear Kids used the time to go recruiting; our operatives extracted more children than were actually sent in. We strongly recommend keeping an eye on the little purple-haired one who was clinging to Intern Speedwagon's pant leg.

YURISHIRO GINKO

Target's world of residence was only recently found with the recovery of Tsubaki Kureha. It appears, however, that many Monobear Kids instead descended upon the target's world of origin. Reports about the state of this world are frightening, with agents relaying that high school bullying is the core of a social conspiracy where outcasts are publicly executed or exposed to a wilderness left for flesh-eating sapient bears. Any relation to Super High School Level Despair appears coincidental for now, but we move to recommend keeping this world high on the watch list.

KANEKI KEN

The Monobear Kid situation is taken care of and the target appears safe to a point, but agents overwhelmingly report that the less said about this place, the better. We had to send our strongest available operatives in and severely restrict their movements solely for the sake of personnel safety. Some Monobear Kids reported that their numbers thinned in the world, though whether this was due to fatalities or slipping through the cracks is still unconfirmed.

BLUE

This world is another with a high population of troubled children (many legally emancipated upon their ages reaching double digits), and so the Monobear Kids were difficult to root out. However, they all appear to have been extracted and the target was secured. She doesn't seem to have been too troubled by the experience, as she promptly attempted to sell our operatives Arbok oil and steal their rations.

DIGBY

Children were distracted from their assassination attempt and were found clamouring to be able to take the target and other native villagers home. Operatives report that the most difficult part of extracting these children was telling them "no."

FUTAKI KANATA

Future Foundation representatives rescued the target and her companions when they were separated and attacked by Monobear Kids; just in time, as they appear to be accustomed only to harmless pranks. Target reportedly became embarrassed and asked operatives to introduce themselves properly, report to the school's office, and tuck in their shirts. Diagnosis: tsundere.

VANESSA KIMBALL and AGENT CAROLINA

This mission was declared low priority in order to assign more units to that mess of a Tokyo with the cannibals; the targets here are surrounded by military and more than able to protect themselves, and it appears that at least one platoon of Monobear Kids had a teleporter accident. They were found in an empty military installation in a frozen wasteland. Operatives report that the children, when observed, were complaining about the base being out of ammunition and wreaking havoc on the mountainside teaching themselves how to drive.

TOYASATOMIMI NO MIKO

WHO GAVE THESE CHILDREN CAFFEINE AND TAUGHT THEM HOW TO SHOOT PROJECTILES IN PATTERNS. It is going to take weeks to clean this up.

...Target is safe, however.

PEARL FEY

The target's young age, as well as her relation to an individual on the Foundation's watch list, made securing her a priority. From there, our agents quickly apprehended the Monobear Kids in the area, or so the report goes. One agent did relate having overheard the children in custody saying that one of their number was still at large...

LUCAS

I do not say this often, but for this mission in particular at least, I am thankful that the Future Foundation employs so many operatives accustomed to working in apocalyptic wastelands. The target is confirmed safe, though we have received a recommendation that he and his travelling party make regular visits to the SHSL Therapist.

TELEMACHUS

Another case of children turning on one of their own. It appears, however, that in this world, the Monobear Kids were unable to reach their target to begin with. For all that Towa Monaka had access to talented followers, it seems that a wormhole accident claimed the only one who knew how to fly a shuttle.

THE GREAT SEAL ("MINAKO-CHAN")

I regret to inform the board that our operatives still have not identified or located the Monobear Kids' target in this area. However, we have extracted the children themselves, who also don't seem to have understood their instructions. Our operative found them making nuisances of themselves around the town, damaging people's front doors.

CAIN HARGREAVES

The foray into 1897 was nearly a disaster, and at least one operative was heard muttering something to the effect of "burn it to the ground," which, as you can imagine, is bad for morale. However, we were abkle to extract the children and temporarily secure the target. Keep this place on watch.

WALUIGI

Finally, another easy one. The children were easily apprehended and the target found safe. Operatives were subsequently invited by a large group of strange-looking people to join their game of golf. Golf balls proved harder to locate once lost.

LINKARA

Operatives secured the target. Operatives then secured four or five other individuals, including Hotel Life of Mutual Killing student Harvey Finevoice, who inexplicably looked similar enough to said target to warrant Foundation protection until such time that the Monobear Kids are extracted. It's been... tiring.

CONCLUSION

Most of the Monobear Kids are apprehended and the majority of the class's loved ones are safe, so I temporarily declare this mission a success, with some unfortunate side effects. If I may add, however, many of our operatives (and myself) will really need a holiday after this.

...Now what are we going to do with all these children on base?

The Future Foundation tries to hire the friends/family of the survivors for their future operations. Hilarity ensues

Bonus points if Waluigi and he's being unreasonably difficult

Swap canons for two or more characters! For example, Dave the undead Victorian knight meets Thief of Blood Meridiana, or Silver is a runaway heir from a magus family while Kayneth runs the Poké-mob. How would things be different?

"Still, by Tuesday the Foundation has interviewed and debriefed all 20 survivors of the Field Trip Life of Mutual Killing"

Give me one of these interviews. Or preferably, snippets of all of them

Decoy Protagonist meet! Veronica, Cynthia, Sora, and Dave in a room, go.

Kirei actually refers to Lysandre as Prince Lion-Face. Either to his face or behind his back.

No one could ever quite tell if Schuldig was an astoundingly good or monumentally terrible influence on Kotomine Kirei. An argument could be made for either, and both sides would almost certainly be correct. If nothing else, it could be said that influence had made him...not 'less dangerous' by any means, but less 'openly malicious.' By the time of the aftermath of the Hotel Life of Mutual Killing, the priest wasn't reformed so much as he was under control.

In short, he had become less 'dreaded avatar of Angra Mainyu' and more 'that weird teammate we try very hard not to provoke'.

"Do you think looking like that is some kind of a fashion statement in Kalos?"

...A teammate who also approached the most mundane things with the analytical disposition of a scientist observing a completely unknown species.

"What the hell're you talking about?" And then there was his redheaded assistant in the field of How Do Humans Function.

"Lysandre. Have you ever looked at him next to Pyroar?" Schuldig blinked, following Kirei's apparent line of thought before looking around to see if Lysandre himself was anywhere in sight.

"You mean, like...that thing about how pets and their owners look alike? Shit, I don't know."

"This isn't just a mere coincidence. Maintaining that ridiculous hair has to take hours."

"You aren't in a position to talk about someone else's hair." Schuldig answered with a smirk and a roll of his eyes.

"At least I don't go out of my way to look like Caren." Kirei shot back, causing the Meowstic to look up halfway through shoving an entire Pokepuff in her mouth. "But it must be some kind of trend in Kalos, I can't picture anyone going to all that trouble to look that ridiculous otherwise."

"Come on, I've worn worse than that." He gave Kirei a light shove to his shoulder, which had all the effect of pushing an eighteen-wheeler with one hand.

"A few stupid outfits don't make you the Prinz mit dem Gesicht eines Löwen."

One could practically hear the record scratch.

"...Kirei, did you just-"

"Hm. Look at that, I'm developing a sense of humor." the priest answered in a complete deadpan. "You really have been a terrible influence on me."

Possibly the most terrifying sound known to the entire Future Foundation was the sound of Kotomine Kirei laughing. However, that became exponentially more terrifying combined with the same from Schuldig. Interns and operatives alike felt a deep chill of dread and horror at that instant--the lesser among them dove for cover, while the more resilient merely stopped midsentence and fixed the nearest wall with a thousand-yard stare.

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