3 Teleporting Behind People
While running towards the park at a speed of a car, I realize something is off: I should be a blur right now from the way I wrote Fedora/Katana to be. It can be that my power is being subconsciously suppressed by my human nature or it could be that I could-
(E-Elpia powered your speed down, dora.)
Fey's interruption causes me to miss a step, making me to kiss the ground one more time. Seriously, the lower point of view and the extra speed is hard to control! However, a really strange sounding roar from the direction I was heading soon reminds me that I have to run into the conflict to avoid a bigger one.
They what!? I thought they gave me an accurate 1:1 replica based on the bullshit I wrote for the survey?
(But they gave you an ability that lets you teleport behind enemies or at least, seems like it, dora.)
Which is?
Before Fey could answer my question, the park comes into view but with a dark transparent orb covering it. I can see a vanilla magical girl fighting something which looks like a giant purple chicken thing that looks massively censored.
The magical girl looked like 15 but who knows, she could be a sweaty adult when untransformed but let's not think about it- Anyways, she has a magical staff and her clothing is being torn but not in a manner that allows fanservice. She seems to be losing to the weird bird made up of mosaics.
If I had to describe her costume, it would be a really frilly pink school uniform. Blazer, plaited skirt and beret with gloves and boots for accessories. Her hair is tied up in a slightly sexy ponytail that allows her to create a strange sub-specie of Absolute Territory. I never knew necks could be this lewd in real life...
(Master... I think you should stop staring at the girl, can't you see she's fighting for her life?)
Holy crap but the chicken is too big. I'm not getting near that thing! I wish the power I wrote wasn't melee combat ability... I will be killed instantly if I couldn't dodge like her! I can't even run properly without tripping, are you wishing me to die?"
(...)
While observing from outside the park, I can feel Fey fearshaming me in my mind. What a jerk- Fine, I'm gonna enter, okay! I carefully enter the dark transparent sphere and hide in behind a tree as I kept looking at the battle.
(You need to get into the fray but before that, using your power would be handy, dora.)
Which is?
(A unique ability called Chronostasis-)
Chrono is time and Stasis is freezing... I can freeze time? NANIIII!? Then, that could mean I could smash somebody under a road roller and-
(You only freeze things in time if you focus on them, dora)
I will laugh at them, WRYly...
(Dora... You're not even listening- you can't do something as ridiculous as that, dora! It's highly impractical)
Okay, that's still no different to stopping time. How is this fair? I thought Elpia nerfed my abilities?
(Focusing is only easy in theory, dora...)
The purple blur crowed at the school uniform girl as it charges towards her. The girl ran away like her life depended on it but it seems that she just can't leave the place. Both of them seem to be unable to notice me so this is a prime opportunity to try my power...
Oh shit, I have to stop them... I focus my gaze on the blurry chicken but it still kept moving. Man, Fey was right, huh... Focusing is hard.
(I told you, dora! Just keep trying on focusing on The Darkness, dora!)
I sharpen my mind once more just to focus on The Darkness. Several seconds passed by like it was for an eternity. The magical girl kept dodging until the chicken became impatient and unleashed its secret move:
A long purple tentacle sprouts from its crotch. It looks like Mr Elephant's trunk, causing me to revile it as I never been into Boys' Golden Gaytimes. It lunges towards the girl and the worst part is that it's completely uncensored, unlike the body of its owner. HOLY FUCK!
(Your focus is slipping, dora...)
Shut up! I'm gonna focus okay!
And so I empty my mind as I keep on wishing in my head that the Daemon would stop in time. The chicken's elongated thing goes like a flash but the girl easily dodges it like it's nothing. Now, the dog seems a bit tired. Looks like the chicken needs a lot of stamina to do use his "Excalibur"... Oh, I wonder why Americans call their sausages "hotdogs" if they usually use-
(Focus, dora!)
I focus even harder this time. Everything around me becomes muted and monochrome until all I saw was the blurred mosaic chicken clucking really menacingly.
The gigantic bird had finally freezes and right in front of it, the injured magical girl seizes the opportunity and twirls her staff. Holy shit, she gonna use her ultimate move, the "stereotypical magical beam!"
However, unlike what I expect, the girl runs with her the staff raised to bash the dog's head probably repeatedly until it's all mush.
In normal magical girl common sense, the head of the chicken should have exploded and we live happily-ever-after but it gets rebound as if the dog's head is made up of adamantium.
My shock makes my focus lapse as the chicken became able to move again. It is a bit confused but it is able to accurately peck off the arm of the girl. It never bleeds as inside the arm looks like it was made up of a white plastic-like material. It still seemed painful though as the girl's face crumpled into a "HOLY SHIT" expression but the girl is still somehow willing to fight.
(Only you and your sword can interact with Chronostatic objects, dora.)
WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME EARLIER???
(SORRY, DORAAA!)
The girl quickly turns away to get away from the dog. While she did that, she looks around for the one who protected the ugly censored and she glares at me. HOLY SHIT, I'M ONLY TRYING TO HELP YOU!
She raises her staff as she began running at me with the Daemon chicken behind her. Shit, she's gonna kill me!
In this desperate situation, I am able to strangely to easily recall the familiar feeling of focusing earlier. Everything became muted except two of them as both of them freeze as if the my struggle to activate my power earlier was a lie.
See, Fey? Easy!
(DORAAA!!! You're so awesome, master! I thought we're already toast, dora!)
I slowly walk towards the Daemon while still keeping my focus both on it and the girl I almost accidentally killed by my stupidity.
If I recall correctly, my trench coat-
(Has an alternate dimension at a size of a normal bedroom, it only has your-)
Wait, I wrote it to be a size of a warehouse!
(S-Sorry, dora... Your request is too overpowered so Elpia powered it down for M-Mystical budget reasons.)
Overpowered your mother! What else did they nerf?
(Excuse me, dora? What's "nerfing", dora? You used that term earlier but I don't know what it meant, dora.)
I sigh as I face palmed myself, gently in order to not lose my concentration.
Nerfing is making something strong weaker.
(Dora! I get it, your strength is "nerfed" to from 8 to a 7, your speed from 10 to 5 and your durability from 7 to 4)
Excuse me, did you just mumble a bunch of bullshit stats that never mean anything? Is it the Standard Superpower Scale Index?
(Dora...)
Fey sighed in my head as he probably realized I was correct.
(I can hear you, dora... Anyways, if I would convert it to this world's standards, your speed is Rank 2, strength Rank 3 and endurance Rank 3)
Makes sense but people won't be able to understand shit unless I explain what each rankings mean.
(What are you talking about, dora?)
Nothing!
I finally step in front of the chicken and it looked kinda evil and angry up close even if it's face is just a bunch of pixels. This reminds me of my favorite White Card from Cards Against Humanity...
(Dora?)
"Pixelated Bukkake," haha!
Fey shuts up for the moment as I take out a katana from my coat's inner pocket. The coat pocket seems very empty but I can instinctively grab anything I want as long as I think of it. The glorious Nippon magic-steel sword (folded a thousand times) is light like a twig.
(This is just an ordinary slightly-curved magical bastard sword, dora. why are you making it out to be so awesome?)
SHUT UP, FEY! I'm focusing over here.
Anyways, my sword looked like it could still cut people up so I have no complaints. I draw it from the scabbard awkwardly as I prepare to split the Daemon's ugly censored head.
I wind up my legs and arm like how you use an axe to cut firewood- yes, I've been forced to cut firewood when my parents decide to drag me to do some camping. I hate that time when the raccoons-
(Dora!!! Your focus is slipping!)
Fine, no more nostalgia!
The strike smoothly goes through the chicken's before stopping halfway. There was now a thin red line on the blurry chicken's head.
Before the dead chicken, I take the T-Pose to show my overwhelming power over them as the alpha magical girl on the dead censored bird.
(What's the point in that, dora?)
Memes, Fey... They are the genes of the soul...
(Excuse me, dora?)
Then, a dabbing pose to further show my power of as I stomped on the non-existent metaphorical pride of the dead pile of chicken-flavored pixels.
Free will is a myth. Religion is a joke. We are all pawns, controlled by something greater: Memes. The DNA of the soul. They shape our will. They are the culture. They are everything we pass on.
(DORAAAA!? What are you even talking about?)
HAHAHA, this is actually fun!
(You are just messing with me. Just get out of here! You already finished the job, dora!)
Oh! Since I froze time, I could try teabagging them...
(Dora... Those should not be the thoughts of a Magical Girl)
Fine, then lemme snap my fingers instead to show my superiority like how Thanius does it in the movies.
My right hand, which is just beside my ear snaps but with the power of a thousand ear-rapey suns. I actually forgot I got super strength. My ears rapture as I could feel my imaginary magical girl blood flow out of my ear.
WHHHYYY???
It inflicted a lot of pain like a toe being stubbed in a corner but in the ear. This caused a lapse in my focus as I can feel both the Daemon and the magical girl are now able to move. The chicken's face splits off as I wish that I didn't see its insides in all of its gory glory- Weird brain matter and organs galore, I feel that this sight is a masterpiece for gore lovers... Oh god, I can't be married anymore-
(Dora! That's why I told you to get out!)
I looked behind and the girl that I saved had a very complicated expression on her face. She witnessed me dab-snapping, has she?
(She sure did, dora...)
Fuck, why did I dab? That was so shameful.
(Dora?)
FEY, I THINK I'M BETTER OFF DEAD!!!
I freeze the girl again as I run away from my crime scene, crying. I entered an alleyway around my neighborhood to undo my transformation. I can feel Fey's weird high-pitched voice consoling me but I can't hear any of it. When I arrive at home, I simply went to my bed to cry myself to sleep...
