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A Girl's Tears Full Of Despair

Life. Curse. Death. That was all these girls knew, and all they needed to know. Magical Girls were usually just a whispered rumor upon Mitakihara's School halls, but of course they were more than that. They were saviors of their city, risking their lives for a numerous amount of days before dying trying to get one more chance of being normal. It's not all sparkles and glitters; you just wouldn't know how it feels to be one of them until it's too late. There is no going back once you've made a contract with an incubator. You may gain powers, you may gain friends or even enemies, however at the end of the day you know that at the back of your head there's this voice talking to you. Saying they regretted making this choice. And that no matter how hard you try, you can't rest until you're dead. Dying isn't peaceful.

That's what makes this story fun. Not only do Magical Girls have to fight witches, they have to fight despair. These girls will fracture themselves, but never break until their limit is met. Latest on the news, Japan's reporters have said that there's been some spiritual activity happening in the center of the city. An outbreak of criminals? Some teenagers goofing off with black magic items? The opposite. A monster has erupted, so strong that they are able to create a barrier to prevent anyone from entering the space. Items would thrash in the air, humans scared for their life as they feel the eerie power, and at the rooftops would be a team looking down with hard faces.

Yes, the Magical Girls have to deal with this witch. Their life depended on it, and if they didn't want to be killed, they'd fight to the death when trying to murder this mythical being. But today's different. This creature is different. You can't get past this barrier, simply because it wants something. It's your job to find out a way to break through, and utterly demolish the witch. Everyone depends on you, even if they can't see the burdens that lace your shoulders. Will you care to save the place you call home, or watch it burn?

 

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Osaki Minako

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Osaki couldn’t breathe. Her chest rattled with each gasp as the witch’s crushing grip coiled tighter around her. The beast’s shadowy claws weren’t just strong- they were suffocating, humming with an unspoken cruelty that seeped into her skin. Every inch of her body screamed, limbs limp, nerves alight with panic. The barrier she’d chased it into had sealed the city block off completely, warping the world into a flickering kaleidoscope of corrupted buildings and floating debris. She tried clawing at the monster’s hand- her long white hair wrapping around its fingers like desperate vines- but nothing worked. And then, through the haze of pain, she saw them. Faces. Dozens, maybe hundreds, hovering at the edges of her vision. Familiar? Maybe. Maybe not. It didn't seem human at all.

They were smudges of humanity caught between this world and the next. Before she could focus, a mouth; huge, malformed, and grinning- descended over her and bit.

The second its jagged teeth sank into her shoulder, Osaki shot upright in bed with a choked gasp. She flung the sheets away like they were on fire, body coiled in fight mode before her mind caught up. The pain was gone, but the memory wasn’t. Her heart thrashed in her ribs, hands shaking as she pushed damp hair from her eyes. “Just a dream,” she muttered aloud, trying to ground herself. But it wasn’t. Not really. Something about it felt real- too real. Her window glowed faintly, as if the night itself was reacting to what she’d just seen. And when she flicked on her tiny TV, the news was already panicking about “spiritual interference downtown.” Her stomach dropped. No way. Could it actually be that witch?

She didn’t hesitate. Her transformation came as second nature now; magic curling around her like muscle memory. Her outfit snapped into place: white fabric layered with soft blue streaks, flashes of gold lining the edges. It was clean, polished, nothing like the chaos flooding her head. Her hair surged to life, lengthening and pushing her window’s curtain aside as she slid out into the night air.

The city’s streets were strangely empty, muted under moonlight and tension. Osaki leapt between rooftops, her boots leaving marks on the walls she pushed off from.

The silence wasn’t comforting- it was the kind that settled before a disaster.

She landed hard near a garden wall, where Kyubey waited, perched like some smug gargoyle on the edge of a stone planter. “Why are you here?” she snapped, not sparing him a glance. Her voice was tight, controlled, but underneath it pulsed a nervous edge. “Did you know there would be a witch out here?” She wasn’t in the mood for riddles. Kyubey’s voice filtered calmly into her thoughts like it always did- too calm, too clinical. “If you’re concerned about your people, perhaps you should go protect them. The energy there is unnatural. Powerful. Deadly.” “Oh, great. Thanks for the update, furball.”

She turned on her heel, cape trailing behind as she dashed deeper into the maze of alleys. Her breath came in quick bursts, and she didn’t know if it was anticipation or dread. But when she rounded the corner and caught that unmistakable shimmer- twisting light and jagged color forming a tear in the air- her blood ran cold. A barrier. Just like the one in her dream. She stopped, boots skidding, staring into the gaping ripple of the witch’s world. Her heart clenched. “It’s real…”

The clearing inside the barrier was… wreckage. Bent lampposts, shattered statues, and chunks of concrete floating midair like time had given up. And in the center of it all: the witch. A twisted mass of teeth, wings, and spiraling geometry that hurt to look at too long. Its scream split the air and the ground beneath her cracked. Her knees hit the pavement before she could stop them. Her whole body trembled. “No,” she whispered, eyes wide with fear. “It can’t be. It’s the same one...”

The witch turned. It saw her. And in that moment, all of Osaki’s bravado, all the snark and swagger she carried like armor, crumbled. Her mind went blank except for one repeating truth: she wasn’t ready for this. She wasn’t even close. And yet here it was- real and alive and looking at her like it remembered the dream too. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The only thing she felt was the pulsing of her magic under her skin, and the whisper of a single thought in her chest: If I fall here… no one’s going to save me. So then- what the hell was she waiting for? She had so many things to protect

 

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KOYUME KURIHARA

Warmth. A feeling - Koyume has long realised - that emits from many things. Such as the first light of dawn that peeked through the curtains and met her half-opened eyelids with a kiss; or the dusty kiln, old but still bustling with use, warming her when she inevitably made her way downstairs. Like the warmth from the hazy red sun she stepped out to see, smeared through with a cloud-dipped paintbrush. Something she thought to paint later, to preserve, an idea that floated further away with every step she took. And when Koyume got her leg swatted by a grumpy cat while she panted atop the hill after a satisfying run, the only thing in her heart was warmth.

Now, strikingly so. Heart alight as hazel eyes stared down the nightmare before her. Brow slick and furrowed with shaken arms and fluttering legs. Unsteady. Somehow she must have gotten home and collapsed back into bed. Must have decided that the clock saying anything before 7-am was too early for a day she had no responsibilities (or did she end up having classes? maybe that doctors appointment? she's never too sure). Sleep was peaceful at first, surely. That's how she lost track of time, how she let the nightmare sneak up on her. A smudge of terror and darkness that would seem more of a warning by the day's end.

Fate and duty rang in her ears as she lifted her weapon, the only explanation in mind. Shadows were looming and they gave no mercy for further reflection.

For phantom figures, the blood they took felt very real.

Snatched, the air aside her vanished, stolen by claws that grazed the spot she just stood and further starved her lungs already struggling to continue. A rush of heartbeats she'd later realise were solely her own rapid one, exploded against her ear drums in a roaring cheer she'd heard in safer contexts that melted into a blur of paint and metals sent hurtling towards the eldritch depths - barely finished forming - she didn't turn to see whether the javelin had it its mark or not, eyes already bursting at continued exposure. A duck and a dodge, Koyume could feel every segment that tracked her as if they were needles sewn to her bruised skin with enough force she could only hope to tear off.

She couldn't. She would still try.

Her feet were burning now, the left particularly where a mocking shadow managed to claw her ankle and almost send her stumbling down, the same one that had sent her slamming into the ground and gasping around the pain (-another debris hurled towards her, startling Koyume so sideways that she had to balance herself with her brush). The ground bled grey, if she hadn't rolled fast enough, the cracked concrete would've been dyed her shade instead.

"Ack-!"

Too slow. Koyume took pride in her speed, but this witch was prouder.

Skull verses concrete, her head was no match, pain rippled through her body as she pushed up and fought against the swirling vision. The witch towered. Encompassing the light and her vision with it, gleeful as in reveled in her battered state and swatted away desperate sparks of grey. Her heart roared once more, adrenaline pumping her body fuller, a supplement for safety that made her lips twitch upwards anyway as she promised to fight.

-Splat!

She didn’t stand a chance.

Koyume undoubtedly woke up with a start. Jerking arms that sent the half-opened first aid kit crashing from bedside to floor, she hadn't spared it more than a wince of guilt. The ache of her now-plastered leg dull in comparison to the lung crushing agony she'd felt moments before. Pulse racing, she knew she'd wouldn't be moving for a while.

One blink she was sat there, lungs heaving against her clutched fingers, in the next an infinite city maze surrounded her with a call tugging her staggered heart. A witch. Missing time should've be disorienting, she should've be panicking at how her body already felt battered with her weapon clutched weakly in hand, but with the thought of a certain ruby eyed creature and the overwhelming monster before her, Koyume would never have been able to panic even if she wanted to.

It was then that she saw it. White piercing through the oozing shadows in a flash. Not the derelict kind from broken windows or the last bubble of air, but the kind hidden beneath the witches shadow and wreckage that she hadn’t seen until it seemed to flutter. Collapsed almost. Koyume drew closer. It was a girl. Someone like her.

Words felt heavy in her throat, the familiar monster exuding pressure that squeezed her lips tight,

"Over here!"

It came out barely a whisper.

Was she hurt? Koyume hadn’t seen the witch attack yet, couldn’t tell if the girl had been caught up a battle of surreality and danger. Her hands twitched as she weaved through, clasped at an oddly familiar red kit. The barrier heavy as she navigated around and finally reached the side of her fellow fighter, first aid kit thrust towards her direction as some sort of offering.

"Lets work together, yes?"

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The cold evening air hung heavy like icicles in an arctic cave as Kanna finished her cigarette, taking a long drag, holding it for a moment, and then exhaling. The smoke hung in the air for a moment, stalwart in its ephemerality before dispersing as quickly as it came. Casually, she reached over and flicked the cigarette butt into the receptacle atop a nearby trash can. She didn't smoke very often, but the nicotine helped take the edge off her recent tiredness. Sleep was never absent, but it had become far from comforting as of late. And holding smoke in her lungs was better than having them emptied by the crushing grip of that thing. Its rending vertices, its boundless, gaping vectors...

With that, she turned to her bicycle, tugging at the straps holding the parcel on the back in place. By day, she could take orders from the app, pick up parcels from offices, and drop them off. That is, whenever she wasn't patching up someone's gas stove or replacing fuses. And that was barely enough to keep the house afloat and pay his debts. No, the real money came at night. When men wearing pins and gaudy suits gave her packages just the same, paying her sizable sums to carry similar packages or envelopes across the city. The kind of package that'd get her arrested if the police looked inside. The kind she'd lose her life (or worse) for if she opened them herself. The kind that were immensely profitable.

This one, however, was one of the daytime packages. So no urgency and only a few blocks away.

She kicked the kickstand, hopped on, and shot away.

She streaked through the back roads, carefully pulling herself into a wheelie and popping over a low staircase, catching the pegs on the handrail and grinding down.

Merging back into the main walkways, she wove carefully around the few shoppers still in the area, and skidded to a stop outside her destination, a shoplot with several mailboxes and a receptacle for parcels. Ah, if only she could lift her hands and lob it in like a basketball. Alas, the container had a closed top, so she had to settle for carefully unhooking the box, shoving it into the chute, and closing it off.

Just as she had done so, the voices of a few girls carried to her.

"Oh my gosh, Eimi, what do you think it IS? Spiritual interference? That's the word they said on the news? That's REALLY odd, right? You know, I think a pair of geniuses like you and me could get to the bottom of that pretty easily..."

"Himari, the last time you tried to get me to do something like that we were trapped in a storm drain for hours. If you want to head down to Odaiba Street...well, I guess I have to stop you."

Odaiba Street...could it be?

To Kanna's knowledge, in this world there was only one kind of "spiritual interference". (If you asked her a year ago, she'd say there were zero.)

This meant that even if it wasn't that thing...it was still a witch. Or at least a familiar...

She reached into her pocket and squeezed the blood red, egg-shaped gem firmly. It responded to her with warmth, her empowered form contained within, just waiting to break out and engulf her. To protect her, renew her strength...

It was settled, then.

She rode off into the night.

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The inside of the barrier was overwhelming, even more so than it usually was. As Koyume and Osaki found themselves pausing, a red streak would dart across the air above them, flashing from a chunk of asphalt to a floating road sign to a derelict car to the wall of a building.

"Quaking in your boots, ladies?" The vampiric interloper flashed them a smile. "If you are afraid, then I am glad to tell you that your fearful moments are over. For I, the Crimson Fang, have arrived in the nick of time! Now then, shall we dismantle this aberration together?"

An observant person would point out that she had not yet taken initiative to attack the witch, nor was she looking directly at it.

 

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If Sumire were to grade her performance as a magical girl, she would most likely give herself a 70 out of 100—or what the high schoolers in those American dramas liked to call a "C". To her, being a magical girl was like a part-time job; it had its perks like cute costumes and superhuman abilities, but it wasn't something she was hopelessly devoted to. She wasn't going to sacrifice her social life or energy searching for and exterminating every witch and familiar in the city. She had only one life after all, and she planned on using it wisely.

Even if that ominous dream still raked its heavy claws at her mind, begging for an ounce of her attention like a spoiled cat. No, she was simply going to place last night's dreams into a neat, little box and push it into the back of her mind where it will eventually be forgotten. For now, she planned on giving her undivided attention to something far more important.

Like the latest Lord Damion figure that just got delivered!

There was an energetic bounce to Sumire's steps as she strolled through the well-lit streets of Mitakihara, her frilly pink blouse and pleated skirt a striking contrast to the neat and proper salary men she passed by. She felt one or two disapproving gazes on her back, but she paid no mind to it. There was no point in fretting over the opinions of some boring, middle aged men whose lives revolved around pleasing their boss.

What a boring way to live!

Scoffing, she slipped into the alleyway and hopped over a dirty puddle, careful not to get her shoes dirty.

Then she felt it. It was a prickling sensation up her spine, a sort of gut feeling that warned her that danger was lurking close by. Her thumb traced the warm lilac gem on her ring, triggering her transformation. In a blink of an eye, her cute and trendy clothes were replaced by a frillier, puffier dress. The alleyway, as though sensing her intentions, morphed and swallowed her into the witch's barrier.

The first thing that caught her attention were the other magical girls. Sumire bit back a sigh; as reassuring as it was to see a trio of magical girls working together, she knew it would lead to trouble later down the line. The last thing she wanted was getting dragged into a stupid argument over a single grief seed.

Lilac eyes darted around, searching for a potential escape midst the messy chaos of colors and runes only for her gaze to lock with that.

Her blood ran cold. No wonder one of the girls was on her knees—nobody in their right mind would fight that thing! The relaxed grip on the megaphone tightened, and she brought it close to her lips, shouting, “It’s not worth it, get out!”

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Hanatsuki Nagi​

It was dark Hanasukis foot moved with unnatural pace, seeing a wall up ahead she didn't slow down instead she jumped up placing her foot on the wall and using the momentum she had in order to jump off to the side, and continue running. Behind her she could hear a thud and the wall shaking as if something big and heavy had hit it, but Hanasuki didn't dare look back, her focus entirely on her next targeted area. With another dash she turned a corned hopping the wall like she did earlier before finding a building with a open window, without questioning it she jumped through the window swiftly and eloquently as if practiced over a dozen times. She made a quick scan of the area before finding one thing something that stood out to her, a knife on a kitchen table, she quickly grabbed it regardless of if it would be useful or not, having a weapon just seemed to provide her some area of comfort. But instead of going out to confront the creature she opted to hide from it, in the pantry closet. The building shook, yet she didn't move instead she slowly backed up with the knife held out in front of her till she hit the wall, her eyes filled with determination despite her everything. But then the doors burst open, spine like tendrils creeped through the opening, but Hana didn't hesitate before jumped forward for the attack, the creature jumped forward as well it's face being seen for a split second before it lunged at her opening it's giant maw as if to consume her.

But instead of a conflict she had gotten up, greeted by the natural scene of her room, her eyes drifted to the side as if to scan the surroundings. If one were to look at her now, they would notice how she laid on the floor right next to her bed, a scene many would find quite strange. But for some reason she just felt more comfortable sleeping on her hard wood floor than her soft cushy bed, still she atleast had some blankets and pillows under her head, which was at the very least a semblance of normalcy. She didn't get up right away she had half the mind to go back to sleep in order to continue that dream, showing whatever monster was in it who was the boss now that she knew everything was just a dream. But before she could even try to go back to sleep she heard a squawking yelling out to her "Wakey Wakey!" it was her favorite bird friend Ciélin. With them knowing they were up, she knew that any attempts of going to sleep would be futile. With a massive amount of reluctance she let out a yawn, and sat up from the floor, before stretching her arms out with a slight groan. "Ok, Ok i'm up, Jeez." Getting up from the floor she went to the bathroom to tidy herself up and brush her teeth, adhering to what would usually be her morning routine. When she finished up she went to Ciélin cage and opened it. Her lovely bird had quickly flew out the cage and perched themselves on her shoulder, their talons were pretty sharp but it wasn't anything that she wasn't use to.

Still she went on to head downstairs into the kitchen in order to prepare her and Ciélin a afternoon meal, a simple bagel with strawberry cream cheese spread, and Ciélin favorite bird seeds snack complete with strawberry flavor, a very standard meal if she does say so herself. She opted to turn on the TV in order to give herself something to listen to as she partook in her meal and fixed her own cup of sweet tea, she tended to be extremely moody without her daily dose of sweet tea. Ciélin flew towards the table counter for their own bowl of food, while she went on to enjoy her own meal, though her ears perked up when the news anchor talked about strange activities happening in the downtown district. She knew her father wasn't home, he rarely was, she honestly wanted to play around with Ciélin today, but she suppose she should atleast go check it out. With a sigh she looked towards Ciélin saying , "I suppose i won't be able to play with you at the moment Ciélin, but we will Definity play once we get back." Ciélin was busy eating their food so they paid little attention to her words. Hanasuki sighed deciding to just finish up her own meal. When they were both done eating, Hanasuki put the dishes in the sink before patting her shoulders, which prompted Ciélin to fly on their shoulder. She made her way back up stairs and to her room, where opened Ciélin cage. Ciélin didn't move for a moment instead squawked out to her in a low voice "Don't go." Hanasuki sighed before responding "Don't worry Ciélin, i'll be back to play with you later." she then patted the cage prompting them again to return to it, in which Ciélin finally started to comply and flew into it. She closed the cage door and locked it, she wasn't for sure yet is Ciélin knew how to open their new cage yet, but if they did she was sure that she would find out one day.

Hanasuki grabbed on to her gem, making sure that she had it with her, before heading down stairs, and out the front door as she headed towards the downtown area. The walk was a bit long, but she eventually found a small alleyway, and turned down it, once she did she pulled out her gem and transformed. Figuring it would make things easier as she could now either walk or use her wires to transport herself their faster, she opted to swing there with her wires, at least partially, she stopped once she arrived near the down town area. She saw a group of magical girls already there, probably the local ones, she only met a couple of them in her time here, so she didn't really interact with them all that much. Either way she went on to put up her usual front when she was transformed, walking up to the group as she spoke with a sly smirk on her face. "Well now, i suppose you girls took a pique interest in this little spot over here." Though after a few steps she stopped. As she took a closer inspection of the place she noticed a barrier and a witch, the same one from the nightmare she had this morning, Hanasuki was tense for a moment but soon relaxed, but she was still on guard. "In all my time, i never really seen such a sight, not very fond of it i must say, i'm guessing this type of thing is unique to this area?" she hadn't bother to use her Golden Eye ability on anyone yet, but she was now thoroughly considering it.