Kanariya came back to her senses with a feeling of deep warmth. Opening her eyes, she saw Mary Sue's head nestled against her chest, as if listening to her heartbeat, though the elf girl was still mostly asleep, maybe a bit of unintelliglble mumbling escaping her lips as she nuzzled into the bigger hobgoblin girl, mostly covered by a white winter-wolf fur blanket, and nothing else.

How was Mary Sue this light?

At some point in time, they had teleported to this private room of glass walls, levitating like a fractal ice palace over the spires of one of the buildings in downtown Austin. The facets showed the building and streets and skies of Austin at a great distance, but without her glasses on, Kanariya couldn't make out much more than shimmering moonlight streaming in, occasionally fractured into prisms that danced across the bed and the bits of their entwined bodies that peeked out from under the thick blanket, and on the satin sheets of Mary Jane's bed.

Kanariya knew this room well. This was where Mary Jane would stream her ASMR. Soft sounds., ambient music, the occasional strains of the harp in the far corner, every bit as gentle and calming as Mary Jane's idol pop had been frenetic and orgiastic. The same Mary Jane who could whip thousands into a chorus of shouts could silence them all with just a whisper.

It was a duality Kanariya had found intriguing, but she never dreamed she would get this intimate with Mary Sue; this was so sudden, and somehow terrifying.

None of this made sense, how could have this happened without magic, or some external manipulation, without any seeming warning? Kanariya scoured her memories, but they were all clouded with the much more recent memories of the scenes of her imagination becoming suddenly and inexplicably real.

Because Mary Sue was right here, and they really had just spent the last day doing ... oh so much.

Oh gods.

Mary Sue. Mary Sue. Mary Sue.

"Mmmmmmhhhhhhhhh." The elf maid in question moaned, a soft purr of a moan. Her ears wiggled a bit, and she genlly kissed along Kanariya's neck and cheek.

Kanariya flushed, again, even though now, with as much as they had seen of each other and done to each other, there should have been no further room for shame or embarrassment. "Did I wake you?"

"Kinda. Your heartbeat was starting to race again, and my ears are very sensitive." Mary Sue laughed gently.

"Oh, I know, like this?" Kanariya brushed Mary Sue's ear gently, and watched with contentment as a frisson of pleasure raced across Mary Sue's face.

"Oh, fuck, that's good." There was some delicious to Kanariya about how profane language made Mary Sue's innocent aura turn into sex appeal. "Are you absolutely sure you were a virgin, cause you are incredible."

Kanariya's grin was somehow toothy but also soft. "Well, theoretically, we have the same parts, and it does seem like we're pretty much sensitive in the same places. Like this." Kanariya brushed along Mary Sue's shoulders, then the small of her back.

Mary Sue moaned again. "Ahhhh fuck, why did I wait for that stupid idol contract, when we could've done this two years ago?"

Kanariya gasped a bit. "Wait, I was barely starting streaming two years ago, and you already wanted to ... do this? I mean, sure, all this time, I thought I just had a one-sided crush on you. I wasn't even the Bard-Barian yet."

Mary Sue giggled. "I don't just DM anyone, you spoony bard!" Mary Sue booped Kanariya's nose for good measure. "You've been my number one fan from the beginning, so I've been yours." And Mary Sue bent down and kissed Kanariya on the lips, and Kanariya lost herself in Mary Sue's presence again, with a thirst like the Texas land greedily soaking in the spring rain-

And their moment was very suddenly, and rudely interrupted by a sudden burst of light and deafening sound as ther heads-up-displays blared into view, unbidden and unwanted. An artificial, feminine but clearly inhuman voice thundered in their ears as they struggled to process this new stimulus.

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For what seemed like an eternity, but may not have been more than a second, Kanariya and Mary Sue were transfixed.

An "anomaly".

What the everloving fuck was an "anomaly"?

They objectively knew, but there had been no anomalies in over three centuries. No one knew why, the knowledge of their origins and their nature simply vanished, leaving destruction and amnesia in their wake.

The destruction had quickly healed, but the collective amnesia never had, only revealing a vague, unspecified dread.

A dread that now appeared to have suddenly manifested into their reality.

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Kanariya quickly resummoned her glasses and scanned the glass facets for activity, and Mary Sue extricated herself to stand up at the side of the bed to do the same, red warning lights dancing across her pale skin and making her look almost eerily demonic. Kanariya realized she must have looked even more demonic, had she not been still lying down. But there was little time for her mind to wander that tangent, as a dark shape blocked the moon.

A large, flying shape, wings greater than any bat, maybe even greater than a dragon They struggled to lock onto it with their HUDs. It was close enough now they should have been able to do so.

And all they could see was a gibberish message that scraped the insides of their minds. It hurt. But also held ... longing? Loneliness?

!̵̢̢̧̨̢̧̛̛̛͔͔͚͎̘͉̗͚̺̬̬̗̖̹̘̮̳̥̯̲͈̱̪͎͔̭͉͉̺̗̙̱̻̹̜̅̎̀́̈́̅̎̂̀́͋̂̄̋͊̌̓͆͋̑̊̀͆̈͘͝͠ͅͅͅr̶̨̧̢̙̜̣̬̼̱̱̼̱̱̺͓̼̞̬͙̞̗̩̤̞̜̰̗̔͐̋̔͂̍͛̑̏̈͊̈́̃͑͆̈́̉̍̾u̴̘̭̰̺̦̟͖̞̰͇̩̤͈͙̹͇͚̫͔͚͓͈̤̹̞̩̯̯̝̻͖͈͍̘̻̓̑̍̎͂́̓̀̊̀̅͘͜t̵̡̜̙͕̲͈̘̤̥͈͕̤͕͛͛͐͜ͅs̴̢̨̡̢̨̛̬̰̗̙͕͔͙̺̮̠͖̤͓͕̻͓͖͇̟̗̥̗̭̱̭̠̣̫̘͙̼̠̻̞̗̣̗̹͔̥̣̒̃̏̃́̎̈́̊͗̔̽̏̄̅͘ͅͅͅͅá̷̬͖͐̈́̾H̵̢̘̱̤͚̬̥͓̖̮͕̹̩̻͈͙̰͎̝̲̼̙̳͇͖̰̩͍̰̖͉͎̝̪͉͇̞̠̣̦̭͖̥̽̀͌͆̑͑͠ ̶̘̦̺̓̀͗̂̎̂̈̈̓͆͗̔͂̑͊̋̈́́̌̾̃̏̚͠!̶̫͎̳̩̜͍̉̇̏͒̓͒͗̊͗̄̀͐̓̀̈́̊̉͆̿͊̒̄͌̎̿͆̓̑̚̚̚͠͠i̷̧̨̧̨̙͕͕̗̰̬̼̜͉̫͚͓͍̻̤̠͚̼̦̹̪͖͎͕̠̯̥̻͙͔̪̱͓͚̟̗̪̻̿͆͜͜ͅͅĀ̵̛͎̮̙̦̯̆̾̐̎̃͑̈́͂̉͑̀̉̆͒͝ ̴̨̨̡̛̱̦̙̪̹̘̬͈͈͚̭̗̖̻̝̪͚̝̹͖͔̙̠͍͈͚̘̮͚͖͍̯̣͍̻̘́͊͛̀̐̇̌̆̎̏͗̇̆̂̈͗̅̽͑̀͐̎̑̀͌̇̓̃̇̆̊͂̄̃̓̎̆̚͝͠͝!̵̧̤̯̹̹̼͖̼̬̞̻̪̭͈̲̭̘͕̮̻̱̥̦̭͙̹͍̞̻̩̣̹̘̯̯͔̭̠͉̻̩̞͇̰̑̋̾̍̈́͑̃͒̌̀̈́̓̔̋͂͒̄̉͑̓̈̐̇́͆̎͂̀̽̊̀̕̕͘̚̕͝͠ͅi̷̗̬̟̺͖͙̞̇̅̽̾̅͂͊͒̒̄̄̉́̽A̴̧̨͕̣̫̫̣͕̾̄ ̴̢̢̡̢̬̻̯̣̳̟̫̫͕̜̦͍̦̲͔̮͓͚̹̠͎͙͓̗̦̟͐̎͑̿̋́̅͆͋̃̓̍͆́̋͌̍͆͆̽̈́͆̄̆̅́́̾̂̚̕̕̕͜͝!̵̨̛̩̪̣͈̭̳͓̭͔̹̥̦͍̬̤̩̰̪̰͍̳̤̹̜̺̦͖̹͇͓̩̮̤̈́͐̑̔͐̇́̀͌̆͑͛͂̈́̅̓́̏̔̂̌̕͘̕͜m̵̡̜̜̤͓̞̯̮̲̣̣͓̱̌̀̈̔̌́̉̍̇̂͐̋̀̾͋̅͗̈̊̋̈̀̋̊̓̃̈́̏̈́̑̈̅̂̈͌͊͒͗͌̋͗̿̚͝͝͝͠ͅm̴̡̢̨̢̨̡̢̛͕̘̼̞͙̥̳̤̥̳̤͍͔͈̪̖̩͕̩̺̤̞̬̣̖̖̬̣̜̤̟͈̜͚̯̜̤̱͋͌́͒́̈̆̂̌̋͌̃͆̀̎̉̆̏̏̂̓̏̌̇͂͑͋̐̏͊̊͑̾̅͋̈́̑͌̓̑͌̾͗̐̚͘͘͜͝͝ͅt̶̡̧̨̧̡̨̻̻̯̺̦͔̬̝̤͖͙̱͈̤̻̭͍̳̪̹͈͎̮̙̙̰̤̼̱̠̜̣̖̟̤̃͗̒̓̃̀̒̇̓͗́̔̓͑̍̇̌͑͗̈͊̑̀̈́͑̇̚̚̕g̷̡̜̫̬͓͎̰̺͇̰̩͖̖͍͚̰̹̠̺͖͇̭̞͉̘̪̦͖̟͈͉͈̮̙̤̔̾̂̄̄̎͗́̑̌̒̑̄̀͛͑̋̾̚͝ͅͅl̷͕̊̌́̔͐́̄͛̅̾u̸̢͍̜̍͌̈̇̃̍̏̐̅͛͌́̿̾̐͂͑͗͊̂̄̆̐̾̀̎̀͒̏̏̃͗̀͛͗̓̏̿̉̊̚̕̚̕͠͝͝ͅv̴̧̡̛͍̹̹͇̳͎̠̗̦͓̘̝̼̝̳͕̬̗̪̗͓̺̝̅̈̎́͋̑͐̽̑̓̉́̏̎́̄͐̃̒̒̀͗̆̌̄̑̆̅͑̌̒̏̌̌̌̄̓̈̎͒̚͘̕͠ͅͅ ̷̨̡̧̧̡̧̢̢̬̙̹͎͕͇͎͓̬̭͕̹͔̖̹̣͈̦̞̟͓̗̺̬̼̝̺͇̠͖͕͎̯̳͆̒̽ͅͅ,̷̢̢̗͓̳̟̜̞͎̞͍̟̬̲̯̩̱͍͇̲̮̪͓̗̦̱͔̱̫̗̦̰̈́̀̓̎́̊̊̓̆̾́̑̕͜ͅň̸̨̡̗͚̳͕̥̖͓̥̻̲̲̥͇͕̖͍͍̟̣́̂̀̐͒̀̒̏̀̏̀̕̚͜ͅl̷̥͕̝̖̼̟̭̣̘̯̪̈̔̏͐͌̆̎̈̓͑̊͘͠ĝ̶̨̧̢̯̞̳̪̳͎͈͈͍̞͙̝̼͉̠̣̣̖̘͍͎͕͇̪͈͕̲̀̉̊̈́͌̋́̍͋̀͒̆̈̏͌́̋̀̔̎̍̃͑̂̍̑̀͘̕͝͠ͅą̴̧̨̛͚̯̗̮̦̹͍̻̖͔͍͎̺̖͉̪̪͎͚̅͂̆̄͐̏͐̾͗̿̌̓̾͗̽̌̏̊̏̍̇̓̈́̉̃̎̋̒̒̈́͊͛̆̎́͌͆̎̈̽͒͝͝͝͝l̶̢̗͖̥̼̝̯̠̭͉̻͓̯̭̞̦̘͖̯̫̮̩̣̩̝̙̖̲͔͇̙̿̄̅̀͊͗́̂͝t̶̨̡̧̡̢̢̛̯̮̭͔̩̱̮͙̙̖̩̦͉̝͚̹̲̠̟̝͔̳͙̖͉̯̝̮̺͓̗̲̯̱͈̥̱̾͂̓́͊̎̈́͛̈́̓͗̄̈̃͗̐͛̂̍̽́̅͗̃̃̔̐̀̓͆̚͘͘͜͝͠g̵̡̨̡̢̣̣̖̻̥͇̹̯͎͉̰̬̘̦̣͔̳̝̭͕̗̮͓̤̦̋̒̆́̔̓͒̂̄̏͛͐͒̐̿̀̊́̃̑̾̊͒̅͂́͋̉̈͌͐̓͊̀͘̕͘͝͠͝͠ͅu̶̧̡̢̦̣͚̻͍̗̠͈͔̘̻̤̲͇̰̠̫̠͈̺͔̠̝̯̯̘̥͓͓̺͖̯̲̰̺͓͋́͆̈́̿͛̃̆ͅv̴̨̛̖̝̗͈͍̥͎̦̖̰̳̘̮̣̤̠̳͙̮̭͙̭̬͍̲̰̟͔̣͙̻̥̜̈̃̓̾̇͋̍̓̄͂̍̒̀̄͑͒͊̎̊͛͛̈́̕̕͝͝͝ͅͅͅ ̸̨̢̡̧̛̞̬͍̪̘̜̞̭̝̖̫̝̮̖̟͋̌̀̓̃̽͆̇͆̔̆̈̐̈̄́͗̽͐͗͛̀̈́̕͜͝͝,̶̡̨̧̧̢̧̨̛̭͎̫̦̳̻̘͈̖̼̻̳̭̦̜̣̟̲̬͚̝̝̯̬̞̥̼̠͓̯͈̥͇͕͇͍̺͈͎͉͙͇͊̂͂̓̆͛̓̏̇́̑̒̕ͅm̸̨̡̡̨̜͍̣̦̻̙̦̟̘̲͇͈̳̼̙̥̩̀́͒̏́̀̎̑̒̿̎̋̀̽̍̃͑͂̔̓̽́̀̿̑̌̒̿̿̏̀̽͜͝ṃ̴̨̧̞͈͙͎͙̟͙̙̖̜̪͚͚̳͓͉͇̬̜͆̈́̄͆̿̅̃̄͛͆̀̈̄͌̆̈̏͋̀͊̏͐̿́͘͝͝ͅu̷̢̡̱͇̭͕̯̘̠͍̪͕̣̼͕̗̤͇͍͈̠͈͐̀̑̏̏́̈́͛̉́͊̇̐̓͗͛̎̿̉͛̈́̍̄́̕͜͝t̸̡̛̬͖͚͗̔̏̀̀͛̃̋̔͆͐̌̈́̃͒́̃̋́́̕͠͝͝͝g̷̨̨̡̨̢̡̛̛̮̜̩̣͉̦̬̝̦̭̬͎̩͖̟̜̪̤̪̞̟̗͔͍͓̹̣̭̟̳͍͚͖̭͆̏̃̔͂̄̒̈́̔͑̐̆̃̏̓̓́̓̅̀̅̉̆̄̑͌͌̄̈́̿͋́͜͝͝͠ͅļ̷̢̧̧̧̛̛̗͚͙͔̖̹̥͖͓͔͕̗̺̫̖̮͓̜̭͍̑͗̌̐̽̔̔̄̀̈̐͑̌̓͑̕ͅͅͅͅu̷̢̡͍̭̱͓̙̖͕̭̲̤͍̮̝̗̫̖̺̪͖͌͂̈́̀͛͑̉̊͂̾́͒̈͂̓̈́͋͐̎̌̆͆̿̈́̏͐̆̔̏̿̽̅̀̌̆͐͌̑̉̚͝͝v̶̨̡̧̛͓͇̗̗̯͍̤͓̮͚̩̼̬͎͎̰̞̯͉̙̫̞̖̄͑́̏̃͊̍̈́̅̓̉́̅͋̋͋͐̓̒̊̿̕̕͜͝͝ͅͅ’̸̧̡̧̨͙̞̻̻͓̞͓̼̮̳̪̼̺̖͔̖̱̬̭̬͙̥͍͉͇̣̠̲̦̝͋̓̄͂̋̓̍̍̅̏͑͠ͅͅͅ ̴̨̡̧͙̥͖̭͉͈̪̼͉͎̺̫̹̥͈͇̬̫͉͉̗̬̭͈͇͉͙͋͗̽̒̂̏̃͂̏̾̓͐̈́͛͗̾͆̕͝k̵̨̧̢̪̳͇̩͔̪̼̭̤̖͚̲͎̩̹̪͙̺̝͉̥̮̩͔̗̮͙̖̙͚͔̱̞̭̃́̈́̐͐͌͌̍̌͛͑͆̃̄̕̚͜͜a̶̧̨̨̧̡̡̳̻̞̞̥̲̣̹͈͔͚͔̣̪̹̝͓̬̙͖͚̖͔̝͓͖̤̦̣̝̼̪̭̖̗̪̯̼̯̲̗͑̍̆̓̎̌̈́̆͛͊̐̄̆̂͊̍̈́̄̋̄́̂̀͆̓͛́̉̅̄̈́̽͗͑̌̾̒͆̿̕̕͜͝͝͠͠y̶̢̡̨̡̧̤̗͇̙̯̲͉̻̟͍͙͙͎̼̖̤̲̫͚̰̫̼͍͔̣̎̈̓̓̑̔́͐͌̓̔͂̓͌̅̈́̈́̌͒̒̏̋̾̀̿̕̚̕͘͝͝͝͠a̵̡̺̠̦͙͇͎̝̩̥̰̤̫̻̭͚̥̟̬̯̰̖͖͎̮͔͍̗͍̖̺͎͙̎̒̀͂̈̇̀̓͜͜͠͠’̶̧̛̠̝̪̲̭̜̼̞̗̠̰͖̣̲̥̥̦͎̯̺̭͍̙͓̥͖̱̮̼̘̦̼̭̟͍̌͛̃̉̑̒͑͛̏̀̑̅͐͆̂͒̔̏̊͊͗̉̌̓̍̓̈́̈́̈́̌̏̈́̌̕̕̚͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅf̵̧̢̢̡̥̜͚̞͙͎̫̼͚̫͍͓̩̖̹̗̣̣̖̜̝̹̼͎̥̰̮̜̜͕̘̟̙̭̣̟̪̞͎̑̈̍̑̏̊̿̿̈̃̈͌͛̆͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅç̸̛̟̠̟̖̲̳̞̱̼̖̯̱͎͓̄́̾͌̈́̽̈́̅͋̈̊̆̀̽͒͆̈́̽͂̂͋͊́͘̕̕͝͝͠ ̴̨̢̛̟̞͔̼̼͈̗̤̹̻͎̦̘͇̟̖͗̃̄̀̊̓͑̒͆̉͌͑̇̈̔́̑͋̽̄̆͗̍͘̕͝͝͠ṟ̸̨̧̨͎̪̘̼̺͓̥̟̠̩̼̣͈̳͎̣̺͔̤̩̥̬̈͊̆̆͂̑̐̆̃̅̑̿̍͌̂̍̏̆̌̈́͘͝͝u̶͖̝͖̤͍͖̣̯͛̈́̇̓̂́̈́̽̎͑͐͒̄̎͌͐̔͂̓̽͘͘ͅẗ̸̢̡̧̧̨̡̗͖̳̖͇̰̫̪̙̫̱̯͉̰̬̹̠͙̺͖͇͚͉͎̟́͊̊̄̀̉̊̑̋̍̈́̀̃̎̾́̈́͑̾̓̈̿̓̅̈̀͘̚͠͝͝s̶̨̡̧̡̨̛̹̰̬͙̜͉̜̠̜̖̻͕̞̫̱͍̼̘̣̗̯̟͖͚̹̺̥̜͎̞̫̗̹̘͇̖͕̈̾̌͌̀̍̎͋͑̑̂̌̿͂̒͛̌͌̒̋͌̓̔̋̈́͛̆̓͊͑̃̽̓̾̎̀̅̃͘͘͘͜͝͝͝͝ą̸̡̨͈̺̤̪͕̤̩̗̣̣͎̭̲̼̣̺̩̜̱̟͇̟̐̃́̈̿͊͛̆͂̍̓͛̓̌̈́͆͌̍̓̈́̾͋͛͗̽͜͜͠͝H̷̛̛̛̟̺̞̭̺͙͚̰͙͖̊̍͗́̽̅̐̓̾͒͂̈́̿̈́̓͌͒̋̀̔͂̽͌͌̾̊̐̚̚͠ ̸̡̧̨̥̮͍͙̭͓͎͓͉̰̪͉̩̰͓̰̣͉̲̣̞͓̞͈͕͖̺̰͙̙̘̱̫̺̙̈́̔̽͑́̋͂!̴̨̧̨̡̠̘̝̱̠͚͕̪͖̮̗̘̹̝̔͂͑͐́͌͗̇̍̉͐̅̂̐̅͊̊̽̒̐̓̒̈̾̈́̋͛́̚̕̕͜͜͝͠͠r̸̢̛̛̳͖̭̹͙̩̪̳̼̞̦̗͈̔̐̆̿̆͛̓̄̔̀̒̆̈́̆̀̀̈́̈̔̓̈́̓̇̀̉͋͛̐̔̇̄̃͘̚͝ủ̸̧̨̼̪̟̤̥̙̠̰͙͒͆̐̔́͌̓̈́͒͛̂̆͘̚̕͘͘͝͝ͅt̴̡̛̛̛̤̯͓̠̗̺̦̗̺̪̹̠͕̯̮̞̩͈͕̖̂͋͊̎̈́͑̾̔̑̇͂̉̇̄̀̀̀̄͂̀̓̅͋̈́̀s̷͈̟͈̖͙̈́͛̂͌͒̎́̿̉͊͂̇̐̒̈͆̒̓̃̊̕͘͠͝͠a̸̛̹͕̰̟͖͕͈̋͐̋͒́͐̾͊̾́͑͂̀͌̃̔̀̋̑̅͊̈̉͊̾̾̀͐̋̓͛̌͆̒̃̽̚̕̕̕͝͝͝H̶̢̢̢̢̭̯̪̠̖͉͔̼͙̰͇̠͙͖̪̯̦͓̺̘̲̰̞̦̯̩͙̜̦̻͓̻̝̦̯͈̾͂͛͊́̋͛͆̂͛̔͘͜͜ ̷̡̨̢̨̧̢̡̨̛̙̤̰͍̙̜͈͔͇̘͎̼͓͈̬̟̗͇̫̘̺̦̤̖͕͚͚̯̮̥̮̬̪̙͑͒͋̿̂͐̑̇̌̌͋̀͑̈́͒̔̀́̾̓͐̒̆̈́̉̚̕͜͝͠͝!̵̡̛̛͈͉̤̠̺̻͇͇̊͌̆͛̄̇̓͑̄̋̃͆̅̈́͐͛̆̓͆̀̋͂͛͘͘̚͜͝͝͝ä̶̧̧̢̧̻̹̯̠̝̤͈͉̤̬̪͓̻͕̝̰͕͉̘̙̟̣͓̘̣̲͖̻̯̦̦̲̰̠͈̥̲̯̖͇͇̺̖̩̩͌̓̋̽̂͆ͅI̸̡̛̞̮̠͔͚̟̟̱̥̣̲̝̫̬̼͔͕͎̘̜͚̎̈̈́̎̇͌͒̿̐̌̋̈́̂͆͆͘̚͜͝͝ͅͅ ̶͔̰̝̼̐̑̕͝͠!̶̨̡̧̨̗̭͔̪͖̞̬͕̠͈̰̟̩̺̹̯̩̯͓̺́̿̈́̈́̑̇̆̆̃̊̓̈̓̚͘͝ͅͅä̷̧̛̛̻̗͎̤̰̦̝̣̰̜͉̯̣͔̰͈̜̘͈̼̘͕͍̭̼̹̦͎͍̜̯͕͈͇̣̦̑̃͊͊̀͂͐̍̃́͛̒̀̓̉͊̆̇͆̿̍̀͋͑̇̒̂͑̏͋̋̅̓͘̚͘̚͜͜͝Į̸̢̨̛̛̥̰̦͙̖̣͇̩͕͙͚̺̼̲͖̩̘̂͋̎̏̐̏̒̃̉̾̀̏͐̏͒͑̔͊̿̌̑͆̓̈́͊̉͆̿̾̄̾̓͆͒̌̓̈́͊̾̕̚͘̕̕͠ͅ

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For a brief moment, as Kanariya scrambled to get up off the bed, Mary Sue stood transfixed, staring listlessly into the sky. A moment of what felt like utter silence despite the klaxons and warning.

"What. The. Fuck." It was Mary Sue, hoarsely whispering above the din. "Kanariya, she is calling me."

Kanariya blinked. "What?"

Tears welled in Mary Sue's eyes and she let out a terrified whimper. "She is calling me!"

And then once more an insistent howl that pierced into Kanariya's soul.

"She is calling me!"

The giant bat-winged thing screamed as it turned to look straight at her with eyes that were not eyes.

And plummeted into their world.