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You had never seen a machine quite like this before. Months had passed since the events of Mistress 9’s attacks, but some things still remained, including this odd looking device. It seemed a little shoddy to be frank, like it had just been pieced together from odds and ends, not like anything legitimate. Almost as if it had been built by pretend. But recently you had been having some strange dreams and subconscious thoughts. They were what had pulled you to this old lab in the middle of the night, for whatever reason, for whichever purpose. Surely, happening across this weird thing was no coincidence. Somehow you felt like you were meant to be here. Right here, right now. Like this was a kind of destiny. You’d been tech savvy for as long as you could remember, and you had always been drawn to the mysterious and the unknown. So when you stumbled across this machine, hidden away in a forgotten corner of the Mugen Academy laboratory, you knew you had to take a closer look.

Oh boy… Sometimes, the stars just weren’t lined up in someone’s favor, right from the beginning. Diane Roman certainly felt that way, as she slipped up right from the starting line, her feet finding the mud had turned as slick as oil below them. “WAH-!” With a foolish yelp she almost fell right into the dirt, but she was caught by the guard standing outside the famous Honeycomb Maze (that she was hopefully about to conquer…hopefully…). As she straightened up, her crop top and shorts plastered with some mud after her fall, she was all the more aware of how hard her heart was going. She actually did feel pretty nervous about this… I don’t need to worry too much though…right? The commentators watched her take her first steps into the demon infested layer (well, infested with three men in costume, at least), and joked with one another. “Looks like Cesar is about to enter the colosseum!” “...Cesar?” “Y’know because ‘Roman’...never mind-” She took her first step inside, and

Taking part in a gameshow like this, Julie was doing it for several reasons, really. Primarily, for herself. It was exciting, a chance to show off the skills that she certainly thought she had. But on top of that, she wanted to represent her family too, make them proud. So she stuck up her fist in a pump as she stood before the cameras, prior to entering the maze the show was so famous for. She really felt as confident as she was coming across, believing that she was going to be victorious, because why wouldn’t she? “Let’s see if she can handle it!” the commentators egged on, more than a little doubtful that she would manage as well as she thought she would. Because that was how it typically went. Plenty of people would enter thinking they were sure to succeed, and plenty of them ended up stumbling at the hurdle precisely because of that overconfidence. She proved to be no different, as she swung open the first door she came across, and immediately ran face to face with one of the

Part of the importance of being a Sailor Senshi, was being able to show mercy. Being kind. Viluy was the enemy, and had been Sailor Mercury’s enemy for a while now too. They had tied with one another in their exams, and Viluy took it as her chance to steal from every taker, steal away the Pure Heart. Like the other members of the Witches 5, she was malevolent and malicious, and not beyond doing some awful things to get her way. Even so…it wasn’t fair for her to go through this. Consumed by her own nanomachines, it was too cruel a fate. Viluy was broken apart bit by bit as she endured it, and the Senshi were gathered to watch. Her body was quite literally being dissolved, thanks to Sailor Moon’s quick thinking deflecting the power. There was a cruel irony in it, the ‘heartlessness of machines’, and Mercury almost wanted to say something about that. She could have mocked her in that moment, she could have treated her with derision. But…that seemed too much. “No…no I don’t want to

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