Mutations and Introductions

Making sure that there won't be other enemies around, just in case, shooting a laser at that weird-ass moon just because, and putting on a song titled "whiplash" (MECRE Official), the two were ready for social interaction.

Unfortunately, both of them were socially anxious introverts that could not, for the life of them, talk to strangers properly. The only two words they managed to get out were:

"Need help?"

That's it. Just those two. In a public speaking area, they would have passed out and to the afterlife due to the sheer amount of people in the vicinity. That's how bad it was. They did say a bit more though, but only in short sentences.

Anyway, back to the situation, Maka happily agreed, while the witch and Soul just looked on.

"Sure, we need the goat-breasted exhibitionist's soul-"

"We kill, we take soul."

"...Fine. Soul's probably going to be out of commission once I'm finished with him anyways, and one witch soul isn't worth the effort we put into finding 99 kieshan eggs since we can find another anyways!"

With confirmation that they weren't about to soul-steal, Branoon lifted Algamerai in front of him, and said a spell name for added effect:

"Begone, thot!"

An orb with swirling colors rapidly approached the witch that was sitting on a pumpkin-themed ride, while Maka was busy assaulting Soul.

The witch tried to flee, and then raised shields, but the orb tirelessly followed her and broke her shields, blasting her upper body to bits.

The body was in the process of transforming into a cat, so the result was a shrunken torso with loose-fitting clothes on top of hairy, slim human legs that bent backwards. The torso was burnt pitch-black, so no blood spilled.

The charred body DID make Algamerai drool, though.

(It was at this time, I tensed up out of excitement at seeing a magical girl-ifiable man, then I sprained a small muscle in my shoulder. Yes, you read me right. Magical Girl-ifiable man. fuck. strange thing to be excited about, I know.)

Said staff immediately wriggled out of Branoon's grasp and 'went to town' on the remains.

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These legs taste like chicken and beef if they had a baby! Maybe it was because came from the body of a human and cat mixed together, but a bit hairy. I probably should have skinned this earlier, but it's like spider crab legs. Salty, chewy, and a bit hairy.

Now for the final, best piece other than the liver that somehow was intact.

The purple witch's soul.

It smelled like O'Doul buffet food, a chocolatier shop, AND an ice cream parlor all at once with the prominent scent of pumpkin spice.

Something about the first description stung at me somehow. These memories aren't mine, but they feel like mine. Longing...

I should focus on eating the soul, though. I'll relive most of those memories that way!

Biting into the soul, the flavors reminded me of what I think is 'home'. Chocolate mint chip ice cream, O'Doul food, Honeyed ham with bacon kale, jawbreakers, bubblegum, cherry-chocolate ice cream, homemade kettle corn...

Tears started falling out of my eye. These are memories I'm glad to have, even if they aren't mine, because they let me remember what I can do, what I will do, and who I can become.

At least, that's what I believe.

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Overlooking the immediate area where Branoon is 'talking' with Maka, which was just her ranting to him about how horrible men are except for him, who seemed pretty nice to her.

Soul was dead to the world, having a worryingly deep indent on his head that was roughly the size of Maka's hand chop. Branoon silently hoped that Soul was still alive.

Arriving back at the area, Algamerai, covered in blood, went towards the half-dead body of Soul, and...

Promptly walked over him. Each one of Algamerai's legs were supported by two extremely sharp claw-like formations, so it would feel like being walked on by a giant spider with exact-o-knives for claws.

Judging from how Soul woke up, with more than a few new small scars on his chest that bled through his now-ripped clothes and a small indent remaining on his head from Maka's chop, it's no wonder he was pretty pissed off.

And that the witch's soul was eaten, probably.

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Looking at this little jackass more properly, he looks half-decent. Ish. The hair reminds me of a bleached hay barrel, while his eyes make him look like he's blind.

Judging on the way this guy's huddled next to a wall muttering up something fierce, he's not paying attention to his surroundings.

Perfect, this is my chance!

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Damn that skinny guy and his staff. I could have beaten her myself, damnit! Maka would distract her, then I would have been able to sneak attack the witch, get the soul, and become a death scythe, one of death's own weapons!

But with how Maka was acting and is still acting, she'd probably snap my handle in weapon form HERSELF. Better let her cool down a bit.

...?

What was that?

Maka and beanstalk over there are still talking, and I didn't hear anyone earlier. The staff definitely isn't here, it went to chase after the witch and is probably still-

Is that... blood? Is it above me?

Close your eyes, soul, close your eyes. Probably post-battle exhaustion. You're a cool guy. You can handle some oddly colored rainwater!

!

That was a hand. A clawed, sticky, and wet hand that smelled strongly of iron. I'm not even sure that it's a hand, could be weird ribbons for all I know!

Opening my eyes, I saw a giant, bloodstained eyeball with multiple pupils.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?"

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I missed this feeling, scaring the shit out of someone. It always gives me the best serotonin boost, for some reason. He didn't wipe the blood off yet he's running to Maka! I guess that's her name.

Look at him, trying so hard to both look cool and not break into a sweat. It's kinda adorable.