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"Let me on as well, you boob-for-brains!"
The other three girls had already climbed atop the dog-crocodile beast, sans Prinz-san whom Oracion left propped up and unconscious against a nearby tree. When I tried to get aboard our ticket out of this pce, Madi-san spped the side of my upwards stretching hand! I don't like how the siren sounds inside the chateau are getting louder, let me on, Madi-san!!
"Ammi here is originally a two-seater, Aya-chan! We're overloaded with four of us as it is!"
Ah, so you count the Wolf-ears lying across Oracion's knees as a person but not me, your accomplice?! Where's the logic in THAT?! Are you just going to leave me behind to get ripped apart by the Horseguys?! I would ask Val-sama to say a word of fairness, but seeing that she's already out cold with her arms wrapped behind you, I shan't!
"Non non! That just means you get to ride in the front!"
On the crocodile snout? That seems rather dangerous.
"Ammi, [Bite]!"
On Madi-san's insane command, the dog-crocodile made of dripping ink chomps down on the back ribbon of my kimono, lifting me vertically and horizontally up in the air like a gacha doll trapped in the grip of an overhead cw! That is no way to treat an injured detective! Wildly filing my arms in mid-air, I barely get a word out before the madwoman starts up again!
"It only gets harder if you resist! So stop moving around so much, Aya-chan!"
The madwoman grips the monster's furred mane, pulling it lightly like the handle of a ship's gear. A pair of beastly eyes light up in the night, not unlike the headlights of an old tofu delivery device!
[BGM: EUROBEATS INTENSIFY]
WHAT gets harder, Madi-san?! Just as I turn back to gre at the troublemaker spitting gibberish, I feel a giant lurch in my stomach! Ammi had just crouched down on its hind legs, and in a tremendous leap that defied all physics known to humanity, brought the entire party clear over the wall!
Landing softly on the outside of Chateau de Galopin's gates, it breaks into a running start with destructive speed, going from zero to full shift into the New Coimbrian night! The width of this abomination known as Ammi covers the entire city street, inky fur brushing just lightly against the mpposts but never damaging them.
"Faster, faster!"
"Madi-san, Madi-san! Corner! Corner!"
Fast approaching a T-section with a tight corner, there doesn't appear to be any sign of slowing down! We're going to crash! We're going to crash, I just know it! I curl my body up and put both hands in front of my face to brace for impact!
It is at this moment...!
Madi-san instead put the gas to the pedal!
A great howl bellows from within this beast,
your detective taking the brunt of the front exhaust wind, sound and all!
Without even a drop in acceleration,
the inky beast throttles full forward,
front right paws lift off from the side,
it turns,
catching a slide right past the corner...!
A-attacking a corner?!
I could hear bells sounding in my head!
Did you just drift with one of Sachiko-senpai's cryptids?!
Maintaining that abyssal momentum, the beast speeds into the night, no person, daemon or ghost able to catch up with it!
Later, at home.
"A menace! A public menace! Madi-san did it on purpose!!"
Clutching the side of my trembling body, I recount tonight's entire episode while lying across a dark leather couch, injured hand hanging off the side. We had dropped off the [Trono Palido] girls at the [Hauntsgirl] antique shop already. As the final act of this madness-filled day, I was flung straight through the second floor window of our apartment home by Ammi, on Madi-san's command no less!
The apartment we are in is draped in cey, see-through linen. The monochrome furniture in the room are handcrafted with dark wood and lined with silver finishing. Bck dominates the entirety of this room, broken only by the chandeliered candles magickally hoisted in the center of this room. On the mantle are an assortment of photo-frames lined in silver and gold. Two clear oddities stand against the mystique of this room; an old paso-com[1] by the side of the window I flew through, and a ft, square screen pced below the photo mantle.
This is the apartment home of Sachiko-senpai, whom Madi-san and I are temporarily staying at! I say temporarily, but we have been squatting at Sachiko-senpai's for two weeks at least now, even I feel a little ashamed! We do rotate helping Sachiko-senpai cook and clean the house, but---
"You make it sound like we are freeloading, Aya-chan!"
We ARE freeloading off Sachiko-senpai! Especially >you! When do you do your chores?! You always push them off to (me)!
"Homu homu... Hold still Ayano, your wound's going to burst if you resist too much."
Wrapping my injured palm with opaque bandages, our friend has already removed the gss shard with a pair of tweezers. Satisfied with how it is wrapped, our auburn-haired friend stands up from the dark carpeting.
Sachiko-senpai wears an oversized witch's hat at an angle, her hair tied in a pair of low front ponytails falling before her chest. Beneath the shade of her sorceress hat, her sharp features are accentuated by a pair of knowing eyes that peer out from under a pair of rounded gsses. The top she is wearing sports the same front frills as Madi-san's, albeit it is sleeveless, showing off the sorceress's bare shoulders!
There is no moment I am not eternally grateful to Sachiko-senpai, unlike >you, Madi-san! All Madi-san does is what she wants, without a single care for her accomplice's feelings!
"I DID help you out in the end didn't I?! Turning the [Security Orbs] into speakers, that was moi', all moi'!"
Swiveling around in the gamer chair in front of the paso-com, she stretches out her red flipphone screen for me to see, showing off an app screen:
Microphones Are Also Megaphones!
BY The Trabul Twins .Chan
Do >you know that your microphones can be repurposed by glowies and turned into listening devices?! With this app, troll the f(の)ck out of your gangstalkers by turning their listening stations into Rick Roll broadcasting stations! That'll make em' think twice before snoopin' in on your private convos! No paid version, your welcome!! Also, subscribe to the @TrabulTwins! channel!
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... ...
Such a convenient thing. Remind me to pray at the altar of the Trabul Twins .Chan, whoever they are!
[SFX:Howl!]
The dog-sized monster that was in Madi-san's tight embrace hopped out of her clutches, bursting towards her rightful owner! When Madi-san came in through the window, Ammi had already been reduced to this size. Happily wagging its tail, my twin-tailed senpai scratches the top of that misshapen crocodile's head...
"Homu, homu, that's a good boy. I'll pass a treat to (you) ter. Go, run along now."
Having received its master's praise, the dog-crocodile dashes in the direction of a closet that had been left slightly ajar, leaping into its darkness, door smming shut with a happy howl!
I think I should expin here; Sachiko-senpai is an ink sorceress. That is, she raises cryptids as part of her mennifest. The great beast dripping with ink we rode on just now is one of her magickal creations! This isn't the first time I've seen a monstrous beast run to and fro that closet in the living room, but I know for sure that Ammi is hardly the only cryptid living with us right now!
"That's quite mean to call them monsters, Ayano. I prefer to think of them as my friends..."
Ahahaha! I wouldn't be surprised if a two-headed hellhound simultainously prociming violence emerged from the closet then! I won't question that questionable taste in friends, considering our mutual best friend in that boob-of-brains smiling over there, but I'll take sailing in rough weather, any day, every day over riding cryptids!
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it!"
No, I don't think I will, Sachiko-senpai!
"In any case, you should get that hand checked at the church tomorrow, Ayano. I'm no healer..." Sachiko-senpai wrings her hands in the air, despite having done quite the through job disinfecting the wound and wrapping it up! As Madi-san's former accomplice, you probably have more than ample experience in patching up Madi-san after her many tumbles, don't you?
"Shhh! Shhhh!! Don't tell Aya-chan about that!! That was totally when we were starting out, Sachiin'!"
"Fufu, my lips are sealed, then! gome ne[2], Ayano~"
Blocked by that purple biichii again! Just when I thought I was going to hear some spicy story to get a handle on Madi-san...! The flustered look on Madi-san sts for exactly three seconds, before she swivels around in the gamer chair, pantyhosed legs flying freely in the air!
"In any case! Its decided!
You get (ONE) day off to fix your hand!
The conspiracy exposing continues...
... AFTER Annalie patches up you up!!
You better get some sleep and not browse /a/ into night, you hear?!"
Who's going to browse the messageboards through the night?! You're the one with internet brainrot!
Not forgetting to lock the door behind me in case the purple biichii decides to have a second round of te-night shenanigans, I plop backwards on my bed in exhaustion.
[SFX:POMF]
This is the second night in a row there has been a happening.
First suited glowies led by a glowing catgirl...
... now Fox-masked cultists (?) spilling the blood of the innocent...
"Arghhh! What have I gotten myself into?!
I'm a detective, not a conspiracist?!
Where are all the conveniently pced murder scenes for me to solve?!?!"
Tossing my bnket over in the slightly chilly night,
I was about to learn that the night was far from over,
and I was about to regret my deeds and words.
Go Go And Learn Moonrunes With Aya-chan![1] paso-com- It's romanji for [Personal Computer]! Madi-san says she built it herself back at the orphanage she stayed at. I think its bullshxt, but I believe it!
[2]gome ne- ごめんね, a proper way to say sorry in my ancestral nguage! What's the difference between this and sumimasen? Well, the tter is slightly more formal, you can tell that Sachiko-senpai is being a little cute when she says gome ne!
