Clashing Shells [ Giriko x OC oneshot]“By the order of Arachne-Sama, I was given the permission to assign a new leader to this group-”
“Haa?! What's with this shit?! We don't need no new leader!”
“Arachne-Sama insists that a new leader will be assigned, and there's no defying Arachne-Sama's orders!”
“Tsk, whatever...But I ain't gonna get bossed around like this drones by some new guy that came outta nowhere...”
“I never said I've assigned a guy...”
“My name is Piper, and I am your new squad leader. Now, line-up, you maggot drones!” You stepped up in front of Mosquito and scanned your new troops. They were pretty frightened and immediately lined up. Except for that loud, weird, looking, brown-haired guy that still stood at the back. According to those over sized, near-the-shoulder, clay-colored gloves he was a Golem Operator.
“Hey, loud-mouth golem-boy! What's your name?”
“Are you talking to me?
Would You Show Me A Smile? [Chrona x OC] “Do you need Anything else, Medusa-Sama?”
“No, Arabella...You may go...”
You didn't remember much of your past before Medusa found you, and felt like you lived with her forever, ever since you were just a little hyper-active witch, wondering alone around the world...Or, at least what seemed the whole world to you.
You felt that Medusa was like a mother to you. As you grew up you realized she's really not, but you were okay with it. Luckily, you learned that before you got too attached to her.
You are Arabella, a somewhat good witch with healing powers, though you haven't quite mastered it, so it sometime did more damage than healing.
You were kind of an assistant to Medusa, and as a reward she helped you sometimes with your healing abilities. It seemed to you like it went this wa
Photo PeopleI saw a woman on the street,
That looked like she came out of an old photo.
I wanted to take a picture of her,
And to put her back into a frame.
That's where people from photos belong,
While she was walking, slowly disappearing
In the mass of people in the streets,
I have just figured that
I have forgotten