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[X] ... W-what the hell am I doing?

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He licks his lips as he watches Patchouli sleeping. Her chest slowly moves up and down as she breathes. Her legs twitch involuntarily every few seconds. Her face and skin are a healthy pink color, though her hair is a bit of a mess. She can probably have it fixed up later.

"..."

After a few minutes, he realizes that he hasn't had his own fun yet. The pink and purple wizard might be unconscious, but he won't let that stop him. Perhaps he can "urge" her to wake up for another lesson. Or maybe she might wake up with a pleasant surprise already inside. He doesn't necessarily have to be too gentle with her, either. Doing something a little more.. "creative" is always a valid option.

Wait. Something is wrong here. Somehow, he feels like they are being watched. He quickly turns his head to see a female silhouette fleeing from the open door.

"Damn it!" he mutters.

He breaks out into a run as he chases the girl. Fucking good timing, isn't it? Just when he was about to have his merry way with the magician, something always has to come up. Shit really kills the mood.

Wait. Was he really going to violate her just now? His mind says, "Hell yes!", but that doesn't sound like something he would normally do. He hasn't even thought about his own feelings. Or hers...

"... W-what the hell am I doing?" he cries out loudly.

That person. She must have seen them. No, he can't let this situation go out of control. He needs to stop her and explain. She should be right behind this corner.

"Oh shit," he says as he slows down quickly. Thankfully, he manages to stop before slamming into someone.

"Careful now," says the person. "It's dangerous to run around the halls, you know? You aren't Flandre, so you should know better."

The first thing he notices are the man's glasses. Framed with silver, they glint brightly against the magical lights of the hallway. There isn't anything else that stands out about him. He is probably human, too. He seems to be holding something behind his back, but he can't see it clearly.

"W-who are you?" he asks. "I don't think that I've seen you here before."

"Of course not," the man replies. "That is because I'm not here. You can't meet someone 'here', if he isn't here. Simple logic, isn't it?"

".. What?" he replies blankly. That doesn't make the least bit of sense.

"In any case, I'm just another lost lamb in the wilds," the man says. "Though perhaps it is more accurate to say that I am a lost wolf in the forest."

"A wolf?" he mutters.

"Doesn't matter," the man replies. "I'm pretty certain that you are just another hallucination that my mind made up. It really is a difficult thing, going truly insane."

"I'm not a hallucination," he argues.

The man laughs heartily before swinging something at him. He can't see it clearly, but looks like a long weapon. The person misses, but the power of the attack could easily be felt. If that hit, he would be dead for sure.

"Yeah right," the man says. "And I'm not dreaming that I'm back at the Scarlet Devil Mansion. You hallucinations just keep getting dumber, don't you.."

Suddenly, the person's voice starts getting faint. His vision starts blurring once more.

Then, darkness.

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[ ] There is still time to prepare.
[ ] They are coming upon us.
[ ] There is no hope.