"I need to just calm him down?" Mint asks me, while holding Nathaniel's hand.
"This is a bit embarrassing, but… you also need to point me towards it," Nathaniel sighs.
Mint looks forward, towards the field where Onor, Mango-blast and the rest of Pack was fighting the huge Roach, covering most of the fore-ground of Package.
"That huge beast?" Mint asks.
"He has a girlfriend, by the way," I say, as I find Mint clenching her grip on Nathaniel's hand. Nathaniel sighs in embarrassment. "Sor-"
"Me too," Mint says. "I-I mean a guy version of course."
Honestly though, Mint and Mango-blast must've been part of Pack. Not only because Point-zero knew them very well, thanks to the incident with Onor, but, also because… they had… the package you know. Whole packs. Covering whole of my vision.
Am I gay?
"Please just help him. I also have very less idea but… help him."
Mint nods, to which Nathaniel follows up by chanting some mantras which I couldn't even sub. Couldn't even attempt to dub.
I try to search around the area, to see if anyone new was going to come but… still no luck. Well, they barely knew me, their mobile-phone could even have considered me as spam.
Two spheres, resembling a black hole and a white hole, appear right above Nathaniel. The force from the black ball doesn't affect anything else, but only Nathaniel, not even the dust particles around: which I say with proof.
Nathaniel lifts his face upwards, towards the balls. The balls shine and absorb lights, according to their designs, and then disappear.
Looking at Nathaniel still not moving, Mint gives a worried expression.
"He is perhaps done-"
A cold breeze makes me clench my whole body. When I open my eyes again, I find darkness around me.
"Ugh… again?" I sigh.
Just wanting to get it over with, I walk forward, and end up at a door.
As I try to push the door, I hear a crying voice, and freeze. Then I find myself across the door, as I feel the door behind me.
On a wooden floor, a woman weeps, holding a cloth.
"No… nobody else should have to-"
I step backward, with fear. A little girl lies with cockroaches running out her mouth, and centipedes out her ear.
I can't really smell it, but feel myself want to puke.
"-go through that," I find the woman on the wooden floor again.
As she looks forward, she screams, while being covered with fire, and people cheer at this, in the background, behind me.
"They said that I was the one who killed my daughter, and many others," the woman sobs.
I look besides me, and find her.
She wasn't Roach. She was the mother who lost her daughter.
So, I place my hand on her shoulder, to try to console her… but I find a larger hand resting there.
"The gods are no more but… rebirth is a thing," a demon-like harsh voice comes, while also whispering ghost-like voices along it. "I'll help you find your daughter… in my world."
Another breeze, and I find myself next to Mint and Nathaniel.
Nathaniel opens his mouth wide, as I see blood… which is orange. The blood spills straight out, and I realise that it is lava.
"O-ok, if only the angle…" Mint says.
She holds Nathaniel's head but quickly takes her hands away.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Well… the opposite of cold," Mint says.
She looks at her hands, and Frost covers them. She tries again, and this time successfully moves his head, while screaming, "MOVE!" and the lava shoots towards Roach.
I race forward towards it, while avoiding to be melted by the hot lava.
I ambush Onor, and steal the club from his inattentive hands.
"Einya!" Point-zero screams.
The lava seemingly increases in size and I feel the heat on my cheeks. I push the club into the lava going right towards Roach, as I reach her, and she looks at me.
The club pushes back and smacks me to the ground, while almost fatally killing me. But Point-zero covers me, and Mango-blast holds the club, while screaming up her lungs. Orange corrosion appears around the club, and she clogs her hands into the cracks it causes.
Something smacks Mango-blast sideways, and holds it to the ground… Onor. He holds his head with his other hand, while applying all the pressure from his bulging hand.
"NO…!" Onor screams, towards Mango-blast, as Roach screams too.
Onor jolts up and tosses his club like a boomerang towards Roach. After a thunder-like sound, it appears back in his hand.
"Won't… work!" Onor grits his teeth.
As Onor moves his head, Mint appears right in front of him, while holding her palm to his face.
"Calm the fuck down. Or you will be next," Mint says.
The huge body… at least the left out parts of the body, of Roach… falls to the ground.
Onor takes deep breaths, while moving his whole body up-and-down, with each breath.
"I'm fine," Onor says.
Mint bops her body upward, while kind of jumping, and smacks Onor's nose with her index finger.
"They were only trying to help you, you dick-head," Mint says.
"I just said that it won't work," Onor sighs, scratching his nose.
As Onor straightens again, Mint bops her body upward again, but Onor holds her hand this time.
"Knock it off," Onor says, pushing Mint away, with very little strength, but Mint barely balances her feet to the ground.
"Is it down?" Secret-eye, still from comms, asks.
I use my eyes, and slowly move towards it, with fear.
"Likely," I say, finding nothing but a bit of the body lying there. "Unless she too lives for two weeks, without a head."
"We'll make sure she doesn't make past two minutes," Onor says, gripping his club.
We walk towards the remains… Mango-blast and Onor decapitate it into pieces. We could not be too sure.
"I heard she infiltrated your mind," Mint says. "Do you… feel her?"
I look towards her, but somebody bopping their head sideways, like some worm, distracts me.
"Could you stop doing that?" I tell Nathaniel.
Nathaniel straightens his head, and stands there… with his orange edged eyes and mouth, and neck with orange curves.
"So he… is like a dragon? He can transform into a dragon?" Mint asks.
"Not exactly," I say, as Nathaniel shakes his head sideways, to confirm it.
Nathaniel's movements amuse Mint, and she looks at it, with a smile on her face. But then she looks at me, with lesser happiness.
"Then…?" Mint asks.
I just zip my mouth and stand there.
"Your team… every other team… everyone is in danger," I say. "I had a whole TTT event in my mind… Roach instilled such an event."
"It must've felt too real. I'm sorry. It must've been a lot… overwhelming," Mint says.
"Well… why TTT?"
"Maybe… to make it look real. So you don't think it is a fake. Keep you busy there."
"I thought that too… but don't you think she could have made up a villain, or anything…? There are so many options."
Mint seems to not have any answers.
"Somebody… promised to find Roach's child… in his new world," I say. "I… maybe Roach thought I was her daughter… but… what if everything else Roach did… was on somebody else's request?"
"But… what can… TTT in your head possibly…" Mint says. "I'm sorry, I don't understand."
"Two others didn't either, so it's fine," I say. "Point-zero made me… he tested me… to see how much I know, about strengths and weaknesses of all the heroes participating there. To see if I can guess who wins, or what happens."
"Did you give out identities?" Mint asks.
"Not exactly to Point-zero in there… but yes. Of a few. And also some secrets which no one except them and… a omniscient person would know."
"Then she… oh, the other person. Who could that be?"
"I heard his voice… I saw a huge hand, is all. It was a beast, with a demon and ghost-like voice. He even gave her… you know, I think he made her this way," I say, towards the remains.
Mint doesn't say a thing, and stares into the space. Nathaniel is unable to stare into space, or say.
"He and his team, and few other teams… I missed them. I even gave information about some Asuraas."
"Well, they will be fine."
"Don't think of him-"
"-I didn't. Don't make me."
"Right," I say. "I'm sorry."
"At least you told us… now all we have to do is let, EVERYONE know."
"Wouldn't that create a panic?"
"Well, a panic is what stopped Onor… so that's good," Mint says, and turns to Nathaniel. "Will he be fine?"
"Yeah. Affects… are temporary. Each different."
"He would make a great temporary villain like Onor, if it comes to it."
Nathaniel just places his jiggly hands in front of him, as if to stop something from happening.
"Yeah, the evilness is his fart," I scoff, and my little grin fades in an instant, which Mint sees. "What if… this is still in my head?"
"The real me will get you out then," Point-zero says, appearing. "The day you joined us, you joined us."
"Well, he only just doesn't allow rest when it is time to rest," Mango-blast scoffs.
"I will… drop you off home," Point-zero says. "All of you."
"I will stay," Mint says. "I just… will make sure this one is fine, and not trapped in her mind."
I just give a flustered expression.
"Nobel. I'll also make a Nobel choice and just go by myself. You can go and fuck your girlfriend," Onor says to Point-zero.
"Okay but- that is NOT why I said I'll stay. But yeah… you guys can go back… and get some fun."
"Are you just setting me up with my own girlfriend?"
"You never plan a date," Mango-blast says.
"I do… I would have. Besides, I… weren't you wanting to sleep?"
"I do, with you. Let's go," Mango-blast holds Point-zero's arm.
"Eye-girl, can you video what you see, you know…" Onor says.
"Go masturbate on something else, in some cave," Mango-blast says. "And maybe we should go into some lead room or something, where she can't see."
"I just used to do that when I was a teenager, relax guys, I'm not a pervert," I say, backing away.
"You guys shouldn't just… make things obvious. She is a new teammate you know."
"Okay," Mango-blast says, and pecks on Point-zero's lips, and they both disappear.
"At least I hope he let's her have the O. I'm out," Onor says, and moving further away, leaps away.
"I'm sorry that you guys had to… witness that," Mint says, with an embarrassed tone and expression.
"No-no, we barely get to see our leader that way. It was fun," Secret-eye says.
"But make fun of him, and you will be dead," Super-pack says. "Not by me of course. You know what I mean."
"Yeah-yeah, going to the zero and all."
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