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You're falling, and you can't remember why. It's a sickening feeling that makes your insides lurch; the darkness and the vertigo combine, and all you can think of is a story you heard once, somewhere.

Ah, I remember now. It's... a simple story that everyone knows. A legend of a Princess, the Demon Lord who kidnapped her, and the Knight who fought to save her. The Demon Lord had kidnapped the Princess countless times, but every time the Knight bested his challenges and rescued the Princess. No matter what tricks and ploys the Demon Lord used, the Knight would always triumph in the end. This was because--

The world tilts on its axis one last time, and the dream slips from your mind as easily as it arrived. A new voice intrudes on your sleep. Mechanical, monotonous.

"Next stop: Rakuen City. This train terminates here. The next stop is Rakuen. All change." The train rocks steadily as it winds its way through white drifts of snow. Sunlight streams through the window, heating the air and making the seats almost uncomfortably warm. A puff of steam from the train winds its way lazily past the windows when the wind is right.

It's strangely difficult to shake off the sleep; the rhythm of the train seems to lull you back into slumber and the air is warm and heavy, making it hard to keep hold of a thought. Finally, though, the nausea settles, the last of the dream fades and you can take in your surroundings. And, perhaps more importantly, those around you in a similar state.

"We have arrived at Rakuen City. All passengers must leave the train. This train is terminating here. This is Rakuen."

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Karkat Vantas did not believe in fairy tales, no. Fairy tales were full of imaginary things like golden towers and happy endings. They weren't necessarily for the weak-minded, per se, but for the dreamers; they were for those who smile with ease and believe in intangible concepts, who defy gravity and fly. (Like Jade, like John.) Karkat, poor Karkat, was tied to the ground and held down by the cold, slimy tendrils of reality.

Despite that, Karkat believed in love. He unabashedly, whole-hearted, shamelessly believed in romance, in chance meetings, and true love's kiss. Call him a huge tool, but he was fucking invested in that story. He didn't fight sleep again when they met and fought. Karkat was so fucking tired.

When he was less groggy and more conscious, he was less compliant. After the announcement through the speakers, Karkat screamed, at the top of his adorable alien lungs:

“WHAT THE HOLY FUCK IS GOING ON!?”

"WILL YOU SHUT UP?!"

Dedede is not in a very good mood. It's impossible to feel otherwise if you happened to be sitting behind a screaming alien, which immediately jerked him awake from his not-so-pleasant slumber. Not to mention the ridiculously hot seat and the slight nausea had left him extremely uncomfortable. But he's tired, so very tired. Maybe if the thing with the horns will shut up for a few seconds will he have a chance to force himself back to sleep.

Oh. No. You. Didn't.

See, the thing with loud assholes was that you don't fight them! Because when it all comes down to it, you don't really argue with them -- you just have a yelling match with them, and whoever backs down first is the winner.

Karkat tugged at his own hair and then balled his fists. "I will shut up when someone tells me what the holy fuck is going on, you obtuse shit refuse! Where the fuck are my cr-- my former crew? Strider and Lalonde? Anyone with half a think pan would be able to gather that, nope, I suddenly understand jack shit. Again! FIX THAT."

The Midwife, in his anger-fueled tornado of vituperation, only just notices the grey-skinned little fuckwad a few seats in front of him. Something about those words catches on his still-hazy mind, flips some primal switch in his hatebladder, and before he can fully understand it he's turning to face him.

It is only when he sees the grey shackles on his chest that the fog clears, and suddenly he understands both nothing and everything.

"YOU."

He does not speak so much as bellow, an ancient evil rumbling forth from his maw to wrack insanity across all it passes.

Anger-fueled tornado, meet anger-fueled earthquake. Karkat glowers at the troll as he weighs two things in his mind: a) he is a troll, and hallelujah to that, because he wouldn't be the lone, troll warrior in the Land of monkey-based, evolved lifeforms and whatever the hell that guy sitting next to him is, and b) he is an adult troll so the weatherman is saying that there's a good chance of murder today. Fuuuuck.

"What the fuck do you want?"

And then it hits him. Beyond the tacky goatee, the troll is wearing red shackles like the one on his own shirt and his eyes are tinted red. Is this him? The other red grub from the lab?

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

Wrong answer, you dumb little fuck. The Midwife storms forward, grabbing the younger troll by the front of his shirt and leaning in close.

"Listen to me, you cleft little shitstack. You are going to tell me exactly why the fuck I am now only the second most pathetic genetic misfortune on Alternia, or I will put your puny ass in the time-out corner, so help me, any relevant deity."

His face doesn't look that similar, truth be told - not enough facial hair - but the horns and shirt, yeah, those are ringing some bells. His eyes haven't filled in with blood yet, he's not old enough, barely five or six sweeps, but presumably they're the same blood type too.

God, he hates this little runt already.

"Look at all this vomit spewing forth from your wordgash!" Karkat tries his best to shove the asshole off. "Are you fucking retarded? Can you not see that I'm just as fucking clueless are you are? Get your mutant paws off of me, you pathetic waste of space or I swear to God I'm going to--"

Karkat opens his... Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, his strife specibus doesn't work. His sickle is gone. He stiffens up. "I'm going to call the drones!"

Slam. The Midwife places both his hands on Karkat's shoulders, staring him straight in the eye. In those eyes lies many emotions - fury. Hatred. Confusion. Tenderness okay no it's mainly self-loathing and hatred.

And then he opens his mouth and shrieks.

"THE DRONES CAN'T HELP YOU NOW, YOU ABSOLUTE WASTE OF GENETIC SLURRY. ALL THAT IS LEFT IS THE LAW. MEANING ME. I AM THE LAW."

whoops looks like he's shaking you at this point Karkat. w h o o p s.

Karkat's think pan turns into scrambled eggs for a few seconds there but it doesn't take him to retaliate. He will not be outyelled. He flails and shoves and kicks and screams.

"GET AWAY FROM ME. GET OFF, GET OFF, GET OOOOFF. IF ANYBODY HERE DESERVES AUTHORITATIVE COMMAND, IT SHOULD BE ME. I FUCKING MADE YOU. I AM THE REASON YOU CAME TO BE. STRICTLY SPEAKING, I AM YOUR GOD, MOTHERFUCKER. BOW DOWN AND SHOW ME SOME FUCKING RESPECT BEFORE MY RAGE BLOWS UP YOUR HEAD GOD I FUCKING HATE YOU SO MUCH."

Is he exaggerating too much? Maybe. He is technically their Mother Grub, not his God. But, well, he needs to win this thing for his pride's sake

The Midwife is actually impressed by the force with which this prepupated asshole shrieks and slams his weight around. But he is The Midwife, dammit, and no troll that hasn't left the surface yet will outdo his might. (Except the bluebloods. Obviously. And they're polite enough to listen, dammit.)

"AND THUS BEGIN THE RECORDINGS OF THE MIDWIFE PROPHET: DO YOU KNOW WHAT GOD JUST SAID? HE WANTS THE TIME-OUT CHAIR. HE WANTS THE CHAIR."

And thus begins a wrestling match to force Karkat Vantas back into his seat.

"NOT THE FUCKING CHAIR."

Thrashing! Hissing! Screaming! Flailing! Punching! Kicking!

But eventually, the Midwife manages to force him in his seat. Karkat's arms are too tired to fight so rests them to his side as he glowers at him. If looks could kill, this whole fucking train would've exploded off the goddamn railing by now.

"This. Is. Stupid."

"No shit? Maybe next time you'll think before doing that again."

doing what karkat
you were the one to scream at him

He stands up, removing his hands before crossing his arms and glaring down at the troll.

"I want some fucking answers, you overzealous slurryscuzzer. How the fuck did you get here? Because I know there isn't a single fucking parallel universe where I have a potential descendant without being removed - or removing myself - from the goddamn genepool first."

"Doing WHAT? You were the one that fucking stalked up to me like a famished barkbeast and started screaming!"

Karkat mirrors the arm crossing and glares up at the troll. God, he has such a punchable face.

"The same way you got here, grubfucker. How many times do I have to tell you? I KNOW JACK SHIT. What the fuck do you mean descendant? I'm not a mutant hemospectrum reject like you. I have..."

Karkat looks at his shirt. What was his blood color?

"None of your goddamn business, fucknuts."

"Bullshit. Fact: you are an abhorrent freak of nature, and possibly the only thing in the limitless multiverse more disgusting than me." He uncrosses his arms, tapping his foot lightly, and points his head out the door.

"Hold the fucking train, it's information time with your two hosts, the Midwife and whoever this mangy little fuck claims to be. Do you have any fucking clue what's going on with this, or are we both clueless stranded idiots?"

Truth be told, both seem equally likely right now.

As soon as the sleep starts drawing away from him, Kamui's fingers twitch, eternally seeking the hand of another. As his consciousness gradually returns to him, it finally occurs to him that the uncomfortable sting on the back of his eyelids is sunlight.

Why am I...? There is no cause for him to be in the light. Not when Tokyo is filled with deadly rain and everything he desires lays in the dark depths of-

"Subaru!" The name is past his lips before he can stop it, shooting to his feet in the process and potentially upsetting anyone who had the bad fortune to be sitting in the same compartment as him. While waking to foreign sights and sounds is normal for him, he has always done it with a familiar face next to his own and a hand clasped in his. As his eyes quickly dart around the immediate area, it's fairly clear he's becoming more agitated and upset. The person he's looking for isn't here, and as far as he knows? It's because he's still trapped beneath the waters of Tokyo.

A Birthing Guardian's tasks are never done. Breeding duties, grubwatching, grubrearing, ensuring the survival of as much of the brood as possible, and putting the older wigglers in the time-out chair just long enough to make an example out of them - a constant stream of necessities. Someone in this most ancient, most holy line of work has no time for fairy tales, pretty "stories" meant to lull the minds of young, braindead pupae into complacency.

Admittedly, the only known person still stuck in this position might be willing to make an exception for cinema of the romantic-comedy subgenre, purely out of an anthropological interest. But that's all. So when said person feels sleep trying to drag him back down, he fights for all he's worth. He will not be defeated. He will rise above this challenge, and he will viciously mock the lesser beings that fall to it.

When he wakes up again, the train's stopped. Cursing his failure (quite audibly and quite interestingly), the wiry alien rockets out of his seat, gaze darting all around. By the time he puts two and two together and realizes that he is not in fact in Alternia any longer, the cursing grows exponentially louder.

This whirling dervish of half-asleep obscenity jumps out of his seat and begins to stalk forward. He will find his answers, one way or another.

The Midwife is not one to back down from such challenges.

Hmmm..what a nice dream...

The world lurched, and Reimi squeaked as she was throw onto the ground from her spot. "Oh...that hurt quite a lot..." She raised her hand to rub her head...

Wait a minute.

Hand?
Voice?
What in Arceus' name?

The Bellossom opened her eyes, and the first thing she noticed was she was on a train.
The second?
She had hands.

Have a shrieking young lady, everyone.

Ow, that was loud. What was going on? John's eyes opened and immediately his head jolted over to who was sitting beside him. Waaait, why was he on a train? Did the ship have a train on it?

"Um, are you okay?" ALSO WHO ARE YOU. John has never seen you before.

Does she look okay, John? Because in her mind she might be going insane.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I AM O-ALRIGHT?" Almost stumbled into normal speaking there, "I HAVE HANDS. AND A VOICE." Reimi looked around quickly, and then looked back to John, tears in her eyes, "W-where is Eri?? What is going on??"

John... HE DOESN'T KNOW OKAY.

"And... wait, that's not a bad thing! All us humans have hands and voices. Who's Eri?" And cue John realizing this may not be where he was a few minutes ago. "Wait, are we still on the ship? Did you get on here somehow? I don't remember a train being on the ship." And for that matter, where's Jade?

Ship what ship? And what do you mean it's not too bad?

"B-but I'm not a human I'm a Pokemon! My kind-" owow, why did she have a headache, and why couldn't she remember her type, "er, we don't have hands. Not like this! And what do you mean, a ship? We have been on a train the entire time." She looked around, and frowned, "I must have fallen asleep...but it was a different place... whatever is going on?"

She stared at him for a minute before answering his other question, "Eri is Erika, my trainer..." She scowled, "You are not part of Team Rocket, are you?"

Yellow streaches out a bit and yawns, looking around sleeply. Not exactly noticing where she was. But she does notice something amiss. But she could not quite figure out what.

"Oh...Where is it..But..What is it...?"

Sakuya blinked sleepily as he woke up to the sound of the conductor, trying to remember what was going on. Oh, right, his new school... yet he couldn't help feel like he was forgetting something.

In any case, he sat up, smoothing out his clothes, making sure he was presentable. And then fumbling with his tie... why could he not..? After a few minutes of turning it into just a worse, lopsided mess, he finally gave up on it.

Looking impeccable and graceful in his butler's uniform, except for the terrible knotted thing his necktie had become, Sakuya scooted out of his row of seats and started to head down the aisle once the train came to a halt. Well, time to see the new place...

"Hey!"

Suddenly, a tiny voice from behind. And a familiar face. Somewhat. Her arms are crossed and she looks undeniably pissed off.

"Who're you? You look awfully familiar. I know someone who wears braids like that..."

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Turning around, Sakuya blinked at that figure. Well, that was a pleasant surprise! He hadn't heard she'd be transferring as well.

"Ah, Milady! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were on the train," he said with a polite smile, one that faltered when he registered her words. "Wait... what do you mean, who am I?"

Her pissed-off expression doesn't waver, though she raises an eyebrow. "I mean, who are you? Are you some...I dunno, weird dress-up guy trying to imitate my maid?"

"Ehh...? I'm not dressed like a maid at all," he said, frowning a little. "I never- hardly ever do that." The memory of last Halloween came to mind, making his cheeks flush slightly. "Are you feeling alright, Lady Remilia?"

She claps her hands. "Flawless impression, I must say. Good actor." But her wings flap a little angrily.

"I'm really not sure what you mean, milady..." he said nervously, unable to keep his eyes from glancing over at that motion. "Might I ask why you have those wings? They look quite nice but I don't see the need for that kind of elaborate costume..."

"I've always had wings. Always. Obviously they didn't brief you on the basics."

"Eh? What do you mean? Who didn't? Is this some kind of, what was it... roleplay?" He was growing more confused by the second and was starting to feel like this was all an elaborate prank.

"You and I are thinking the same things, then." She folds her arms.

"You look like my maid, Sakuya. Sakuya Izayoi. Except she's a woman. Explain."

"Mistaken identity?" But that was entirely too bizarre, because no matter how he looked at it, this girl was most definitely the Remilia he knew... except with wings and... fangs? "I don't know of any such woman. I've always been Sakuya Izayoi, except before when I was..." Not that he had any intention of telling her his birth name but suddenly he realized he couldn't remember it... why? Maybe his head was just a mess from this conversation. "...when I wasn't," he concluded lamely. "But that was years ago."

He frowned at her, trying to puzzle this out.

"And you're most certainly Lady Remilia Scarlet?"

"The one and only," she concludes with a hrmph.

"What can you do? Can you stop time like she can?"

"What, stopping time? I don't have any kind of magical powers like that," said the butler. "I don't think that's even possible, anyway."

"Of course it's possible. It's how she manages to clean the mansion so efficiently." Was she...bragging? All things considered she knew it was rather ridiculous in a situation like this, but her personal pride held more importance.

"Then it's settled. You're a deformed copy." Ouch.

Sakuya couldn't help but gape at that blunt statement. It was a few moments before he could find the composure to say anything back.

"Wh-wh-what are you talking about? Don't just say something like that because I have the same name as your maid!" Though admitting he had the same name as a maid caused his cheeks to redden a bit; the femininity of his master's choice in kanji would probably forever haunt him.

"Rakuen City?" The green-haired woman murmured even before she was fully wakened. One simply does not tempt an aged youkai with the promise of sleep and then pull that rug out from under them. It left her tired and worn.

Yuuka finally glanced around with dark red orbs to take in the surroundings of the inside of the train car, and the people milling about. Are you with her on that seat, or just passing by? Whatever the case, hopefully you will not mind as Yuuka reaches up to tug the ascot at her neck free, pull open the top few buttons, and touch at her clavicle while she inspects her reflection in the mirror.

Just what was that strange dream, and why does she feel like so many things are wrong? She hasn't felt this tired and cranky since...

Since...

That part isn't important. What is important is finding out whomever put her on this train and give them an earful, all the while giving her fellow new arrivals an eyeful because, well, she's not yet buttoned up her shirt or tied her kerchief again.

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