We rode up all the way to the top of the skyscraper, my heart racing with anticipation. As soon as I stepped into the main office of Okayu, I was just so struck by how much technology was available. The room was a haven of advanced devices, far beyond anything I remembered from my old world. Screens of various sizes covered the walls, displaying real-time data, video feeds, and holographic projections. Sleek, futuristic consoles glowed softly, their interfaces intuitive and responsive.
Okayu's desk was a masterpiece of modern design, a seamless blend of glass and metal, with touch-sensitive controls embedded directly into its surface. Around the office, floating orbs provided ambient lighting, changing colors to match the mood of the room. It was clear that this space was the nerve center of her operations, a sanctuary of innovation and control.
Suddenly, a call came in, and a huge screen lit up, dominating the room. "Just in time," Okayu said, her voice calm and collected.
On the other side of the screen, two dog girls were fighting haters. The first one, with short blonde hair streaked with pink, caught my eye. She had pointed dog ears with white tufts coming out and wore a black and pink jacket, headphones, and a collar around her neck. Her hairpins were light pink "X" shapes, and she had a white and pink center bandage that paralleled her sister's. This was Mococo Abyssgard, known for her fierce determination and unwavering loyalty. Her pink highlights stood out against her light fur, giving her an ethereal yet dangerous appearance.
Beside her, another girl with long blonde hair, styled in little pigtails on the side with streaks of light blue, fought with equal ferocity. Her bright pink eyes gleamed with a cold intensity. She also had dog ears and a collar. She wore a pastel blue headband and hairclips, with one hairclip shaped like a white bandage with a blue center. This was Fuwawa Abyssgard, the other half of the twin hellhounds. Her blue accents added a chilling elegance to her fierce demeanor, making her a formidable opponent.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen. "Of course," I muttered to myself. "Fuwamoco. The two hellhounds. Of course they would be here."
The battleground was a canvas of chaos, painted with the aftermath of a battle that would be written in the history books. Amidst the ruins, Fuwawa and Mococo stood out starkly against the backdrop of destruction. They were like statues of war gods, their fur matted with the blood of their adversaries. The sight would have unsettled any onlooker, yet Okayu's voice remained a beacon of tranquility amidst the gory scene.
"Is everything all right over there?" she asked, her tone betraying none of the horror that the scene presented.
I glanced at Okayu, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos on the screen.
Okayu's indifference to the twins' bloodied state was as baffling as it was intriguing. Mococo's response was a mix of surprise and annoyance, "Hæh?!" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the tense atmosphere.
It was Fuwawa who brought a semblance of order, her voice calm and authoritative, "Give us a second." With a gesture as graceful as it was lethal, Fuwawa invoked her spell, Absolute Zero. The air crackled with energy, and a wave of frost spread rapidly, transforming the advancing enemies into statues of ice. Their expressions were frozen in time, a silent testament to the power they had underestimated.
Fuwawa turned back to Okayu, her expression unchanging, "What were you saying?"
Okayu repeated her question, this time with a hint of concern threading through her words. "Is everything all right over there?"
Mococo, still catching her breath, explained their predicament. "The haters aren't just increasing in number. They're evolving into more formidable foes. We've never faced anything like this before."
I watched the exchange.
Okayu nodded thoughtfully, her fingers dancing over the controls embedded in her desk. "We anticipated this might happen," she said, her voice steady. "We need to adapt our strategies accordingly. Reinforcements are on their way, but you two will need to hold the line until they arrive."
Mococo and Fuwawa exchanged a determined look. "We can handle it," Fuwawa said, her voice resolute.
As I watched them prepare for the next wave of enemies, I couldn't help but feel a deep respect for the twin hellhounds. Their courage and determination were unwavering, even in the face of evolving threats. And Okayu, with her calm demeanor and advanced technology, was the anchor that held everything together.
Okayu's frown deepened. "This is unfortunate," she said, her mind already racing with the implications. "The elites need to have an emergency meeting as quickly as possible."
It was then that I stepped forward, my voice firm and decisive. "I can help them, no problem. The sooner they're done, the sooner they can attend the meeting."
The proposition hung in the air for a moment before Okayu sought the twins' consent. "Is that okay with you, Fuwawa, Mococo?"
They hesitated, glancing at each other for a brief moment before nodding simultaneously. "Yes, please," they said in unison.
The moment of mutual agreement was met with snickers from Okayu, Tricky, and even myself. The tension in the room eased slightly, a brief respite from the ongoing chaos.
"Alright then," I said, turning my attention back to the screen. "Let's get this done."
I turned to Tricky, curiosity in my eyes. "What will you do?"
"I'm going to look for the person that could help us," she replied, urgency evident in her voice.
I had almost forgotten about our initial quest. "I'll assist Fuwawa and Mococo; you search for her. See you in a bit."
Tricky's agreement was swift. "Alright, see ya in a bit."
With our roles defined, Okayu transmitted the coordinates to me, her voice steady and clear. Before I could embark on my journey, she imparted a piece of wisdom, "Breathe in and out, and feel your power flow through your veins. Now, think of the coordinates and the twin hellhounds."
I took a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs, and then exhaled slowly, focusing on the coordinates and the image of Fuwawa and Mococo. In the space of a heartbeat, I was gone, spirited away by the power of my own focus and Okayu's guidance.
"Alright, Astro is on their way, Fuwamoco. See you two later at the meeting," Okayu's voice concluded over the communicator, ending the call with a sense of finality.
"Bau bau," came the twins' playful reply, their spirits seemingly unbroken despite the ongoing battle.
The transition was seamless, and I found myself standing amidst the chaos of the battlefield once more. Fuwawa and Mococo were already engaged, their movements a blur of coordinated attacks and defensive maneuvers.
I quickly assessed the situation, noting the positions of the remaining enemies and the strategic advantages we held. "Fuwawa, Mococo, let's finish this," I called out, my voice filled with determination.
Fuwawa acknowledged with a nod, her bright pink eyes glowing. Mococo grinned, her short blonde hair streaked with pink catching the light. "Let's show them what we've got," she said, her voice brimming with confidence.
Meanwhile, as Okayu and Tricky left the building, they exchanged brief farewells. Tricky ascended into the sky, her wings unfurling as she took flight with a screech of joy, eager to find the white cat girl. Okayu watched her disappear into the clouds, then turned her attention back to the task at hand.
With a confident stride, she put on her sunglasses and summoned her limousine. The sleek, black vehicle appeared almost instantly, the driver waiting attentively.
"H jail, please. After that we're going to the castle," she instructed the driver, her voice echoing with authority.
The driver nodded, and the limousine smoothly pulled away, leaving the skyscraper behind. Okayu's mind was already racing with plans and strategies for the emergency meeting. She knew Astro, Fuwawa, and Mococo were handling the battlefield, and it was up to her to ensure everything else was in place.
Mococo briefed me on the dire situation. "We've sent scouts. They've confirmed thousands of haters remaining, and some are appearing from thin air. We need to eliminate them immediately and find the source of their emergence."
I nodded, feeling the weight of the honor bestowed upon me to fight alongside the twin guardian hellhounds. As we braced ourselves for the impending battle, a surge of power coursed through me, magnified by the twins' unleashed auras. I made a mental note to inquire about this phenomenon with Okayu later, as I had experienced a similar sensation with Ame, Okayu, Tricky, and Korone.
Fuwawa's urgent cry snapped me back to reality. "HERE THEY COME!"
In an instant, the battlefield erupted into chaos. The haters surged forward, their numbers seemingly endless. I could feel the twins' power resonating with my own, amplifying my strength and sharpening my senses. Beside me, Fuwawa and Mococo moved with lethal grace, their coordinated attacks cutting through the enemy ranks like a hot knife through butter.
Fuwawa lunged forward, with her hands she made a bite like symbol with that she unleashes "Frostbite Fang" attack freezing enemies in their tracks before shattering them into icy fragments with a follow-up strike. Mococo wildly cuts haters apart like a hell hound you usually see in movies, with unparalleled agility, her "Burning Crescent" leaving a trail of fiery destruction in her wake. The synergy between the twins was mesmerizing—Fuwawa's ice and Mococo's fire creating a deadly combination that overwhelmed the haters.
"Stay close and watch each other's backs," I hollered, barely audible over the din of battle. I took one deep breath, feeling the adrenaline pump through me, and then grinned. "Okay, my turn."
In the meantime, inside the jail, Okayu's presence commanded respect and fear. The guard, upon seeing her, bowed deeply, his voice quivering as he spoke, "Miss, what brings you here?"
"Bring me to jail 666-420," Okayu demanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.
The guard hesitated, visibly shaken by the request, but Okayu's stern gaze compelled him to act. "Understood, this way, ma'am," he said, leading her down the cold, echoing corridors.
The air grew colder with each step down into the prison. Fluorescent lights above flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. A scent of mold and despair was all but palpable, a stark reminder of the lives confined within these cold walls.
Finally, they reached a heavily fortified cell door marked "666-420." The guard fumbled for a large ring of keys and his hands slightly quivering, unlocked the many security mechanisms. The door burst open with a loud clang to show a dimly lit cell.
Inside, a figure sat hunched over on a narrow cot, their face obscured by the shadows. Okayu stepped into the cell, her authoritative presence filling the small space. "Nyana Banyana," she said, revealing the prisoner's name. "We need to talk."
Nyana Banyana, she is a small girl with long blonde hair with cat ears and light yellow eyes that could turn red when reacting or angry. She preferred to wear her characteristic "Mamabichos" fishbone T-shirt exclusively most of the time.
Nyana slowly lifted her head, revealing sharp, cat-like eyes. "What do you want, Okayu?" she asked, her voice raspy from disuse.
Okayu crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering. "We need your help. The situation has escalated beyond our control, and we require your expertise."
A slow, almost predatory smile spread across Nyana's face. "I wondered when you'd come to me. What's in it for me?"
"You'll be granted a temporary reprieve from this place," Okayu replied, her tone matter-of-fact. "But make no mistake, if you try anything, you'll be back here before you can blink."
Nyana considered this for a moment, then stood up, stretching her limbs as if shaking off the years of confinement. "Alright, Okayu. I'll play along. But remember, my freedom is worth more than just a temporary escape."
Okayu nodded, signaling to the guard to unlock the restraints that bound Nyana. "We'll discuss the terms once we're out of here. For now, follow me. We have a lot to do and not much time."
The guard, still visibly nervous, quickly removed the restraints, casting wary glances at Nyana. Once free, she flexed her hands, relishing the newfound freedom, however temporary it might be.
As they walked back through the labyrinthine corridors, Nyana spoke, breaking the heavy silence. "So, what exactly is this dire situation you mentioned?"
Okayu's pace remained brisk and unwavering. "We're facing an unprecedented surge of haters, and they're evolving. Our current defenses aren't enough. We need your unique skills to identify the source of their emergence and neutralize it."
Nyana chuckled softly, the sound echoing eerily off the cold, stone walls. "You always did know how to find the most interesting problems. Who else is involved in this little crisis?"
"Astro, Fuwawa, and Mococo are holding the front lines. Tricky is searching for additional allies. Astro and Tricky are not from the city—they got in because our defenses are weakening. Your expertise is the key to turning the tide," Okayu replied, her voice steady and confident.
Nyana smirked, her eyes gleaming with interest. "Interesting."
As they exited the jail, the bright light of the outside world momentarily blinded Nyana, who had grown accustomed to the dim confines of her cell. A sleek, black limousine awaited them, its engine purring softly.
Okayu opened the door and gestured for Nyana to enter. "Get in. We have a meeting to attend."
Nyana slid into the luxurious interior of the limousine, and Okayu followed, closing the door behind her. The driver, without needing further instructions, smoothly accelerated, leaving the prison behind.
On the other side of the city, Tricky was on a lead. Her search had led her to a local celebrity who claimed to have seen the white cat girl. "She was last seen in the studio," the celebrity divulged, her voice low. "She might still be there."
With a quick word of thanks, Tricky dashed through the bustling streets. The studio loomed ahead, its entrance guarded by two imposing bouncers. Their stern faces were unwelcoming, their stance unyielding.
"I need to get inside," Tricky said, her voice firm yet respectful. But the bouncers were immovable, their response a resolute "No entry."
As Tricky's frustration mounted, a sudden commotion caught everyone's attention. A figure approached, her presence commanding despite her delicate features. With hair as white as snow, ears as white as the top of a mountain, and a tail that swayed with a grace all its own, she stood before the bouncers.
"Oi, is that a way for treating a lady?" she chided, her tone a blend of amusement and reprimand.
The bouncers, taken aback by her sudden appearance and the authority in her voice, could only stare at the girl's presence.