Night Light Village
Night Light Village was built on a series of flat-topped hills, which sort of looked like tables covered by blue blankets. Each of these hills had giant lamps which glowed with a soft white light. This was a popular place for child spirits to come and fall asleep in hope of pleasant dreams. Maria's carriage was currently parked in the corner of some hills, the child lying on a mat on the carriage floor.
Snake looked over the slumbering girl from the dollhouse, her snores quiet and filled with bliss. The soldier turned to Sandman, sitting at the table with a laptop. "Sandman, how old did you say she was again?"
"Biologically, nine. But she was born in 1977, March 10."
"That arrogant little brat! I was born in '72! I'll have to give her a talking to about respecting her elders."
"Relax, Snake, children always joke about being bigger than their big brothers."
"Don't remind me…" Snake sighed, looking down at the witch once more. "Still, it wouldn't be my first time working with a kid. We had a prodigy computer expert back in GUN. Her name was Sunny."
"We share a lot of tastes, Snake. One of my sidekicks was a computer prodigy; name was Carol."
"I doubt she was anything like Sunny." Snake went to the candy bowl and got a marshmallow pumpkin, chewing it as he came to join Sandman. "It's still sad to think a kid like Maria had to die, yet she's still serving the KND. I guess she died too early to be hardened by war. Sleeping with a peaceful face, like there's nothing wrong with the world…"
"Maria was never a KND operative in life. When I asked her, she said her entire family was uplifted to the 'Golden Land' by a legendary witch. But according to Kid, the family actually died in some kind of freak explosion. Her family is actually staying in a dollhouse at the treehouse, but I've never really met them. I wonder if they accepted their own deaths as well as Maria."
"Well, that's not the face of a kid who grew up with abuse." Snake said, eating another piece of the marshmallow. He glanced at Sandman's laptop and asked, "So, what are you looking at?"
"The Dream Realm. Each mortal has their own personal dreamscape. They can't leave it or cross into other dreamscapes unless they're a Bubble Dreamer or if a Dream Spirit helps them. However, if a mortal dies, their dreamscape will disappear and become a new region in the Spirit World, after which it's free for anyone to explore or even reap of its resources. It wouldn't matter to the original owner because they have everything they love in their hotel room. However, only authority spirits, like the Angels, are allowed to enter the Dream Realm, and only for important reasons, like if an evil spirit had already broken in."
"I doubt they would let you come in, in that case."
"However… if a living person had a dream of someone who was dead, and the dead person's spirit were to be 'asleep' at the same time, then that spirit will appear in the person's dreamscape. The price is that the spirit can't interact with the mortal; they can only watch as they talk to the illusion."
"The gods sure love their cruel pranks, huh?"
"Yeah, and what's more, the spirit would be unable to leave the dreamscape, anyway, unless a Bubble Dreamer were conveniently around. But even if they were, I would be sucked right back into the Spirit World as soon as the mortal woke up. There's just too many complicated, unreliable variables, and this thing still doesn't tell me where the Lost Voice is…" Sandman put a hand to his forehead in agony.
"But Skull Face would have to know a way in there if he plans to steal these things."
"Yeah, he probably has some special connections for all we know. You know, I actually know a Bubble Dreamer named Madotsuki. She could help in this situation, but we can't rely on her to just dream about me."
Snake looked to the window, listening to Maria's snores. "Why do spirits need to sleep if we can't even dream?"
"But we do dream." Sandman corrected. "We dream of our living friends and relatives. I was told that, whenever we sleep, we see what they're doing, whether they're sleeping or if Dillon's up late playing games. Of course, that's only if they're not dreaming of us. Doesn't that happen to you?"
"Sigh…yes. But it's kind of annoying that we don't even have the freedom to dream what we want. That's another reason I don't like to sleep. Why can't we be detached from our mortal tethers like we were promised?"
"Yaaaaaawwwwwn!" A great, echoing yawn filled the dollhouse, and they could see Maria's colossal figure rise outside like a waking mountain, her arms stretching. "Maria is thirsty, uuuu… She needs a glass of milk." She weakly waved her scepter and warped into the dollhouse. The adults saw her enter the kitchen and get a milk from the refrigerator, sipping it calmly.
"Milk…hmmm…" A thought formed in Sandman's mind. "I wonder… do the gods have dreams?"
"Yaaaawn…huh, York-san?" Maria faced him with half-closed eyes. "Do gods have dreams… Tee hee hee hee!" She sported a spritely grin. "I asked myself that one time… and the answer was, of course they do. After all, we're living in the gods' dream right now. Everyone that has ever existed was only born because the gods dreamed we would be born."
"That's nice, but I was thinking of Darkrai. He and I were well-acquainted, and last I checked, he was in a very deep sleep. But would he be dreaming about me? Could he dream?"
"If you believe in him, York-san, and keep him inside your heart, then Darkrai-sama will feel you and dream of you. If you want, Maria will help you go to sleep."
"Hmm…yes…" Sandman walked up to a bedroom, discarding some of his heavy clothes as he lay on the bed. Maria sprinkled dust over his eyes from her scepter, and as Nolan fell into slumber, he envisioned Darkrai in his mind. He remembered helping Darkrai defeat Dracula and save Nightmare Land, of helping him defeat Affright and destroying Horror's Hand… Would Darkrai be grateful enough to dream of Nolan?
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Nolan found himself adrift on a black sea with stars glittering the surface, the purple sky decorated with dark Ztars and only a sliver of a moon. Nolan saw the being in question, the one who created this realm: Darkrai twisted the thin, white flame that was his head and faced him. "It's a pleasure to have you here… Nolan."
Darkrai turned his full body, revealing the black, impish child in his arms. Marshadow's innocent red eyes gazed at Nolan with curiosity. The child jumped out of his brother's arms, his little feet splashing the sea as he toddled across the surface to Nolan. He stopped a few feet before Nolan. "You're my brother's friend, huh? But you're the one that hurt Affright…"
"You and Affright tried to destroy the world. You had to be stopped."
"Well…it's okay. Thanks to you, I got outta that hand, and… now my brother likes me."
"We have spent so long creating Nightmares…" Darkrai said, floating up and lifting his brother, "but now we, Dream Spirits in our own right, exist in Sleep. Our very beings warped inside-out."
Marshadow waved his little arms, summoning werewolves with jellyfish eyes, bats that leaked blood as they flew, giant spiders with dead mailmen on their legs, and many kinds of disgusting Nightmares. Then, before Nolan's eyes, the werewolves transformed, now little pups riding on the cushy tops of friendly jellyfish; the bats carried bottles of milk that dripped to grow cute cows; the mailmen were simply riding the spiders like harmless cars. The purple sky became indigo and the Ztars turned a soft white.
"Being inside Madotsuki's Sleep Bubble is inverting our nightmarish chi, allowing us to become one with good dreams and not just bad. Perhaps, in time, Marshadow will be able to control his chi in the Waking World."
A baby cow walked up to Nolan and lightly bumped his leg. He looked up at Marshadow, whose stare was ever curious. "…Darkrai, is there a way to get out into the Dream World? I'm searching for something called a Lost Voice."
"Yes, we were just dreaming about you. An illusion of you was running to the Voice's stronghold."
"An illusion? Right, that's why I was able to come here… Wait, but how can you see me?"
"We're the Nightmare Kings, of course we can see other spirits. As for the Lost Voice… you must remember, Nolan, that if a Dream Spirit is trapped in a Sleep Bubble, they are cut off from the Dream World until the bubble pops."
"But Madotsuki made her Sleep Bubble in the Mortal World, it's not a proper bubble, is it? You're asleep in the Waking World."
"That may be, but regardless, the rules are different for me. I am a being that exists in both Waking and Dreaming, and it is only when I'm locked in a deep sleep that this dreamscape, my Lost World, is open. There are two ways you can enter this place: either by using the Great Protoon, or by dreaming of me and vice-versa. So, that is why, eons ago, did Meloetta hide the Lost Voice in my dream."
Miles away, the sea began to sink into a crater and spread open. It seemed that a city was rising, all the buildings in the shapes of clock towers, grandfather clocks, or others. "You'll find the Lost Voice in there. However, I should warn you that you are not the only visitor. A horde of angelic creatures have infiltrated my dreamscape using the Protoon. They are Paradisos, creatures who serve the Divine Angels."
"So, they made it here as well…"
"I don't know what errand compels you to get it, but I trust it's important. Good luck, Nolan…"
Nolan passed him a nod before hurrying to the city. Once at the edge of the sea crater, he jumped and descended to the city with his glider. (Play "Whims of Fate" from Persona 5!)
Stage 2: Sanctuary of Lost Time
Mission: Locate the Lost Voice.
Sandman landed at the edge of town, seeing the square filled with Divine Loyalists wielding spears. Not wanting a confrontation just yet, he grappled up to the roof of a grandfather clock building. Already, two Affinities were awaiting him, Angels that wielded spears with circular, spiked headpieces. The Affinities whirled their spears and lashed at Sandman, the hero defending with his sword and using Thrust to knock one off-balance. He slid behind the creature and stabbed its back, landing punches to the head, then swiped its weapon to clash with the other Affinity. When his spear blocked the other's spear, he threw his sword into it, then leapt to grab the Angel's head and slam its body into the other. Both were KO'ed as Sandman glided further into town.
He noticed residents roaming about the town, resembling clock people with eyes, mouths, and little arms and legs. Nolan wondered if these creatures were natural Dream Spirits, or if they resembled the tribe that offered their language to Meloetta. The center of town appeared to have a massive building that resembled the Great Clock, except much more miniature. There were various guards around the entrance to the building, but by grappling to the top of a clock tower building, he was able to glide close to a balcony on the fortress, his grapple hook just within range to latch the balcony.
As he expected, there were Loyalist Angels patrolling the balcony. Sandman clambered along the edge, but he was nearing a Loyalist that was looking down, but would passively gaze up every once in a while. Sandman used one of these moments to sneak past. He made it to a staircase guarded by a Loyalist, but since no one else was looking, he was able to swiftly grab and pull him down, doing a Stealth KO and letting him hang by a rope. Sandman climbed up and crept up the stairs, staying against the wall as he approached two guards at the next staircase. He was barely out of one's peripheral vision, slipping behind and Stealth-KOing him, then repeating the process for the following one.
The stairs led up to another open area with more guards. Sandman was about to plan his strategy, but the Angels received an alert. "A thief has broken into the altar! He's making off with the Voice!"
"Let's cut him off at this entrance!" The Angels rushed toward the stairs across the balcony.
Sandman snuck up onto the balcony, which had a glass floor. "Huh?" When Sandman faced down, he saw a figure in black clothes running through a passage, pursued by Angels. Sandman followed him to the balcony's edge, watching as the figure would dive out of a window, doing a graceful twirl in the air.
The figure was a young man with unkempt black hair and dark-gray eyes behind a black-and-white birdlike domino mask. He wore a black ankle-length tailcoat, a high-necked waistcoat with gold accents, and red gloves. When he faced up at Nolan during his twirl, he flashed a twinkly grin. The boy opened his tailcoat like a glider and took flight.
"Does that guy work for Skull Face?!" This was Nolan's first assumption as he jumped and glided after the stranger, no longer caring if the Angels saw him. The boy saw Sandman coming and cast spirit flames from his sword, Nolan diving lower to evade. The boy curved leftward, Sandman following, but before the hero could grab him, the thief halted and stomped Sandman's head, forcing him downward before escaping rightward.
Sandman stopped his fall and kept gliding in the thief's direction. The boy landed on a roof and jumped down. Sandman landed and jumped across the roofs, and he sensed combat taking place around some buildings. Sandman found the youth battling two Loyalists: both jabbed their spears, but the youth planted his hands to either one and kicked their owners' heads. When both were down, the thief leapt on one and stomped his face, KOing him; the other Angel tried to retaliate, but the boy summoned a spirit being from his sword to burn the Angel with fire.
The spirit had large black wings, red arms and legs, and a thin, tall top-hat over its long-horned mask. The spirit returned to the sword as Sandman dropped down and yelled, "FREEZE! Hand over the Lost Voice, kid!"
The boy back-flipped and tried to kick Sandman's head, but he blocked with his wrist and used the other hand to grab the thief's boot. He slammed him to the ground, but the thief pressed his hand to the ground, escaped Nolan's grasp, and flipped up. He then kicked against the wall and headbutted Nolan into the opposite wall. "Dammit! Who are you, anyway?!"
"The Phantom. See ya." He made a salute with his gloved hand before throwing a grenade down, vanishing in red smoke.
Nolan whipped his arm through the smoke, but the Phantom was already gone. He grappled to a roof and saw him jumping across other roofs. Sandman used the Line Launcher to catch up, and the boy barely saw him in time before ducking left and jumping off the roof. Sandman glided after, but the Phantom dropped another smoke grenade. Sandman halted in midair and saw him Flash Step to the upper-left, so he landed and attempted to Line Launch once more. The Phantom ran right, but Sandman quickly redirected the Line Launch and tackled the boy, causing him to drop a briefcase as it slid across the ground.
"I've got it!" An Angel landed and seized the briefcase, opening it. "The Voice is in here! I'll return it to the altar; Beloved, you crush these heathens!" He took flight, and to replace him was a giant Paradiso with a massive axe in its right hand, clawed hands and toes, and sun design collar.
The boy kicked Sandman off and drew his sword. "Wait, are you not with them?" The Phantom asked.
"No, I need the Lost Voices to stop Skull Face!"
"Skull Face? Are you his enemy?"
"What's it to you?"
However, the Beloved slammed its axe down and separated the two. "Perhaps we could talk after we deal with this beast." With that, they ran to opposite sides, the Beloved focusing on Nolan. He latched his grapple hook to its head and flew up to grab it, punching the beast furiously. Beloved grabbed Nolan in its left hand and squeezed, but the Phantom leapt to stab the arm, freeing Nolan. Phantom jumped off and dodged an axe slam, then leapt on the axe and ran up the arm for some swift face slashes. Nolan shot Pale Lightning at the stomach, and the Phantom jumped and forced its head into the ground. The boy hugged Beloved's face tightly, seemingly trying to tear it off, and to Nolan's surprise, it did. Beloved's body became energy and entered the severed face, which shrank into a mask form.
More Angels were charging at them. "This way, hurry!" Phantom yelled as he grappled up a roof, Nolan following. They jumped into an alleyway afterwards and ran around until they were certain the Angels were lost.
"Now, then… Who are you and how do you know Skull Face?"
"For now, call me Joker." the masked boy replied. "Skull Face captured one of my friends, and he said he would only return her if we brought him the Voice of Lost Time in the Dream Realm."
"Joker, what's going on? Did you get the Voice or not?" a voice asked in his earpiece.
"There's been a complication." Joker answered. "I'll get the Voice back, don't worry." He faced Sandman and explained, "That was Morgana. His Zanpakutō gives him the ability to enter peoples' dreamscapes, and he can bring friends along. Skull Face learned of that power, that's why he sought us out."
"Is he a Bubble Dreamer? But how could he have entered Darkrai's dream?"
"Unlike Bubble Dreamers, Morgana is required to input Key Words to specific dreamscapes in order to enter them. We were able to enter Darkrai's dream just the same. But why are you here?"
"I'm trying to keep the Lost Voices out of Skull Face's grasp. However, I…I need the Voices myself. I need to know if they can stop Skull Face's parasites."
Sandman explained the situation regarding the Vocal Parasites. "So, even if Skull Face is defeated, their voices might not return?" Joker asked. "That is an awful situation. But I need to…"
"Joker, maybe I can help rescue your friend. Do you know where they're being held?"
"We have a general idea, but my team is doing a more thorough investigation. I don't really know what these Voices are about, but regardless, it seems like you need it either way. 'Guess we'll have to steal it again."
"My bad…" Sandman scratched his head.
The two made their way back to the central building, using Flash Steps to zip from alley to alley without the Angels seeing. Sandman repeated his previous tactic of grappling atop a clock tower and reaching the balcony from there, with Joker to accompany him. The Angels on the balcony were on higher alert, but Sandman was able to yank one over with his hook and pull him off the ledge. The other Angels were alerted, so Sandman climbed up and threw punches at two of them, Thrusted away another, then flipped away before zapping one with Pale Lightning.
Joker climbed up further away, sneaking up behind a cautious Angel who was behind the others. Joker pounced and dealt a Stealth KO, ripping off his face in the process as it became a mask. Joker jumped two Angels and slammed them to the floor, confusing the others as he and Sandman fought back-to-back. Sandman chucked one into the air as Joker kicked him off the edge, and afterwards both spun together with their swords stretched. They slashed the surrounding angels, then leapt to deal forceful kicks to each one as they were KO'ed. One more Angel tried to stab Joker in the back, but the large spirit from before came out and KO'ed him with its black wings.
"What is that thing?" Sandman asked.
"That's the true form of my Zanpakutō, Arsene. With his power, I can change spirits into masks, and by putting them on, they will appear to fight for me for only a few seconds. Their spirits will be set free after one use, and I can only carry 20 masks at a time."
The two headed up the stairs to the wider balcony, now filled with Paradisos called Beliefs. Beliefs had a large face on their chests, with a smaller face on the forehead, and only a single, right arm that resembled a tentacle. Joker dashed up and put on the Beloved's mask, summoning the creature as it slashed a Belief. Beloved disappeared after a moment, then Joker lashed the Belief with his sword before it disappeared.
Sandman grabbed a Belief's tentacle and threw it into another, then leapt to puncture its face with his sword. He grappled atop the other Belief and lay rapid punches to the small face, jumping off afterward to knock it down with a Soul Beam. Joker summoned Arsene to wrestle with a Belief, setting the beast aflame in the process. Once destroyed, Joker ran to another, ducking its tentacle and slashing the ankles to make it trip. Joker leapt on its back and stabbed the tentacle, and as the beast struggled to push itself up, Joker grabbed hold of the smaller face and tore it off, making the Belief a mask.
With the Angels defeated, they hurried up the stairs to the entrance of a hallway. They sensed Angels up ahead, so they grappled up to a ceiling vent and crawled through. The vent let out on a post overlooking a massive room, with multiple stairs leading to different floors around the room. The floors were gold and walls were white. The Lost Voice, colored blue, was placed on an altar, and Angels were patrolling the room with guns. There were 10 in total, with two guarding the Voice.
"We can't let them see us. Pick them off one at a time." Sandman instructed.
"I got ya." Joker nodded, grappling to a different post. Sandman saw two guards under a corner post, so he swung above them. One of the Angels walked away, and Sandman made sure no others were looking before dropping down and KOing the one that remained. He grappled elsewhere while Joker took his spot, dropping down and pulling the body to hide it against a stairway corner. An Angel was coming down those stairs, but another was coming around the corner above the stairs. The upper Angel passed the stairs, and the previous turned right after leaving the stairs, Joker quickly KOing him.
Joker slipped into a vent, crawling around to a northern staircase. An Angel passed the top of that staircase, so he snuck up to KO him. He saw another walking toward the nearby corner, so he used quiet Flash Steps to make it over and KO him before he turned. Sandman got into a vent behind a post, crawling above the ceiling and finding an exit above a passing Angel. He dropped down to KO him. He then hid under a nearby ledge as another Angel was coming around a corner. That Angel saw their unconscious ally and ran to investigate, during which time Sandman climbed up and KO'ed him.
Sandman grappled up the vent and returned to the post. Two Angels were walking up the stairs to the middle walkway. Joker snuck up and got the first one, then Nolan glided down to catch the front one, KOing both. With that, both snuck around opposite sides of the altar and simultaneously caught the last two guards, KOing both. "There. Let's get out of here before any more show up." Joker suggested.
"I'll keep the Voice on me." Sandman insisted, taking the blue orb.
"If you insist." With the Voice secured, the two used a vent to sneak back to the entrance of the chamber. After exiting, they took flight off the building, landing in an alleyway in the hopes no Angels saw them. "This way." Joker led Sandman around a maze of buildings and said into his earpiece, "Morgana, I've got the Voice. Get ready to leave. Oh, and I've brought a guest."
"Oh, goody. Who are we bringing along this time?"
Sandman saw a black van pull up at the end of the alley. The door opened as the duo jumped in, and the van drove off. A red and black, swirling portal opened, sucking the van inside as it vanished. (End song.)
"So, Joker, who's this old guy?" a voice asked.
"What? Who said that?" Nolan looked around. "Who's driving this thing?!"
"I'm driving myself!" the car replied. "This is kind of a side-ability to my Zanpakutō. Name's Morgana!"
"He's basically a talking monster cat who invaded my dreams. That's how we met." Joker explained.
"I'm not a monster cat! I'm a Mobian from a town called Nyakuza Metro. Well, I used to be, but then I died. Stupid Empress."
"And before you get the wrong idea, I'm not actually dead." Joker followed. "Morgana found our dreamscapes and showed us a way to separate our souls from our bodies. We're known as the Phantom Thieves. We search for bullies and corrupt adults and use Morgana's abilities to infiltrate their dreamscapes. We search for treasures and artifacts inside those dreams that have been tainted with Dark Chi and proceed to steal them. When we do so, the people in question start to have a change of heart."
"I was reading about Phantom Thieves invading the Dream World… so, it was you."
"I'm sure what we're doing is illegal by Spirit World rules. But you seem like a trustworthy guy."
"Is this really the face of someone trustworthy?"
"Well, I guess you were stealing from the Nightmare King, so I guess not." Joker sported a smile.
"But now that we got the Voice," Morgana said, "maybe Skull Face will return Haru to us."
"We're not letting Skull Face take the Voice." Nolan stated. "I'll help you rescue your friend. We just need a plan."
"Let's see if the others were able to find Haru's location."
The van exited the portal into the Hall of Doors, the river in which all the dreams were connected. They exited the van as Morgana shrank back to normal. Nolan was surprised to find he was an impish, black-and-white cat Mobian with a yellow neckerchief and black utility belt. "You're a lot smaller than I expected you to be."
"Don't underestimate me!" Morgana said spritely, shaking a paw-fist.
"Makoto." Joker spoke into his earpiece. "Anything to report on Haru?"
"Yes. We've determined the building where Haru was imprisoned. What's your plan, Joker? Have you gotten what he asked?"
"Let's meet up by the Coffee Lake. I have a lot to go over." Joker hung up and turned to Nolan. "Sandman, do you know where the Coffee Lake is? Let's meet up there in about two hours. Our deal with Skull Face was supposed to transpire in a town called Silent Hill. That's where our friend is imprisoned."
Gates of Heaven
Dimentia had been sitting silently as she tried to search for Sylistys' signature. "That marble she used…" Plex began. "It looked like one of Pyronem's. Perhaps he lent her a few abilities. That was some sort of teleport."
"Yeah, and now she's using some sort of Chi Concealing. By the time we trace her, she'll probably have hurt a bunch of people. Sigh…and if we don't find her soon, I might not get to…"
"Hi, Dimentia! I got you a drink~"
Dimentia turned. Leic was holding a glass of chocolate milk in both hands, his smile sweet and innocent. "Oh…thanks, Leic." Dimentia took the drink and decided to have a sip.
"Chocolate milk is my favorite! Do you like it?"
In truth, Dimentia might have asked for something warmer like coffee. The clunky milk didn't really loosen the weight in her heart, but she didn't want to hurt Leic's feelings. "Yeah, it's delicious! But I'm not really that thirsty at the moment…sigh, I still can't trace that woman down. And even if we do find her, what if she runs away again? If she gets away too many times, the Angels will think I can't handle it…"
"Don't worry, Dimentia." Leic walked up and lightly petted her hair. "We'll stop that mean old lady. We just gotta stay positi-" His fingers bumped one of her head feathers.
"YAAH!" Dimentia dropped the milk and zipped behind a far tree out of shock.
"…?" Leic blinked confusedly, his hand still in a petting position.
". . . . Uhhhh…hehe." Dimentia flushed. "Don't touch my head feathers."
"That's it! You crossed the line now, you brat!" Plex began pounding and biting Leic's legs.
"Oh…Dimentia…" A big smile formed to compliment Leic's sparkling, adoring eyes. "Are you ticklish???"
"Uh…yeah! Sort of! My head feathers are just extremely sensitive, that's all…"
"Tee hee, don't worry, Dimentia! I'm sensitive, too! I even kinda feel an itch on my legs right now." Leic bent down to scratch his legs, knocking Plex away in the process.
"Graaah!" The chibi jumped up. "Dimentia, just tell this boy to go away!"
"Relax, Plex, he didn't mean it." Dimentia consoled, walking back over. "Sorry about your milk…"
"It's okay, I got more. …You're not mad, are you?"
"No, I was just a little startled. Just be careful next time, heh heh…! Oh!" Dimentia sensed a surge of energy. "I found her! Sylistys! She's on Historia! She must've just become active again!"
"See, I knew milk was the answer!" Leic cheered, leaping onto the woman's shoulders. "Then let's go save Historia!"
"HE'S NOT BEING CAREFUL AT ALL!" Plex bellowed.
"You better not tickle me, Leic." Dimentia told him with a smirk. "Or I'm gonna tickle you next time~"
"Haha, then let's put our faith in each other!!" Leic swung his feet with glee.
"I am not ready for kids…" Plex sulked.
"Just take a breath and enjoy the ride, Plex." Dimentia picked the chibi up and threw him onto Leic's shoulders. The sweet-hearted angel focused and Descended them down to Historia.