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It was roughly midnight, and Gundam was fast asleep, mumbling praises to his hamsters in his sleep. As he did so, the Four Dark Gods of Destruction would cuddle up against his jaw line, squeaking as Gundam called them individually by name, saying unique phrases about their being; making them up as he slept. His chest rose and fell at a steady pace, his words sounding like brief breaths. Scars exposed and wounds healing with the air he lied, twisting and turning more than usual; almost to the point where the Four Dark Gods of Destruction fled to their corner. Gundam began kicking and scratching at the bed frantically, gnawing the pillow he la

When they made themselves comfortable, Kirigiri walked out of her room, changed into her normal apparel. Ishida lied down on the sofa, doing absolutely nothing. “You can’t act as lazy as you are now during the mission, you do realize that.” Kirigiri spoke up, walking towards the sofa. “Yeah, I get that. So, what’s your plan?” He asked. “I haven’t thought it through thoroughly yet, but the idea I had in mind just might work. I can disguise you as my sibling of sorts, originating from the United States, so they would not know you. We do have to think of a plan to cancel out that aura, however&hell

It was a normal night in the town, until Mondo Oowada would drive down the street with his gang. His gang was the most feared in all Japan, and the reason was because Mondo was… Slenderman (Called 'Slendermon' for Mondo specifically). Every night, those slender arms of his would form from his black jacket, and intimidate all who drew near. The gang was used to it; Daiya had told them about the family gene previously. Out of the gang, Mondo was terrible with people; afraid he would slip and suck the souls out of the one he would be conversing with. He couldn't control it, however, it seemed to happen most on the night of the full moon,

 Gundam sat in the middle of the room, examining his surroundings. He pulled forward his scarf, and let his Four Dark Gods of Destruction cuddle up against his jaw line. He slowly stood up, and walked over to Junko’s desk chair to figure out that she had left important portfolios out on the desk. He sat himself down once more, watching as his Four Dark Gods of Destruction hopped onto the desk, who watched Gundam scrimmage through the miscellaneous papers. “These papers must be essential to the reason why they captured someone such as I, the Demon Lord. I find it suspicious that they would want me; especially at a time as such&hel