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Written by itsybitsycherry
Written by itsybitsycherry
Rikka entered the Diner on the second island and took a brief look around. Outfitted with a retro aesthetic, there was a bar table and a food shelf in immediate view, which Rikka immediately began to peruse.
… Interesting, it seems this place has more… Retro food. Is there nothing useful for my mana here…?
Rikka noticed Monokuma staring at her from the corner of her eye, and mentally prepared to defend herself.
Why, hello, Ms. Takanashi! You look tense, puhuhu!
I do not know what it is you intend to do, bear, but I will not allow you to harm me or any of the other contestants!
Whaaaa?! Me? Harm you? How rude! Can’t a headmaster check in on his students?!
The Tyrant’s Eye warns me of your ill intentions! Dark Matter Bl-
The Diner started to shake, throwing Rikka and Monokuma off their footing. Both looked confused.
Wh-what the?! Earthquake?!
Bear! I knew you were trying to interfere with me!
I have nothing to do with this! I’m as confused as you are!
The shaking stopped. Several of the items in the shelves and some of the tables were strewn around, and the two regained their footing. The door to the Diner opened.
Alright, alright, what’s up! Hello and we— wait, uh…
Rikka and Monokuma turned around to look, and saw a teenager in a school uniform. Her hair had blue and pink bangs, along with two white and dark blue horns. She wore striped pink and black gloves, along with ripped thigh highs.
Hey! You feel familiar!
I’m sorry? Have we met?
It’s at the tip of my tongue…
Uh, sure. I don’t think this is quite right…
Where are we?! Are you behind this?
I think we made a logistical error, let me see with my boss…
Ibuki ran out the room, leaving Rikka and Monokuma alone.
Now, where have I seen her? I can’t quite remember it…
Bear! You have yet to explain this!
I’m as lost as you are, moron! I’m trying to figure it out!
I don’t believe you! Dark Matter Bla-
Just as Rikka tried to use Dark Matter Blaze once more, the door opened again.
Yeah, so, you two are really not meant to be here. I’m sorry, but we’re trying to figure out a way to bring you two back to wherever you came from as soon as possible!
And how do you plan on doing that?
Ibuki pushed someone else into the room — a disheveled scientist wearing a white lab coat. He had messy hair and a very light stubble.
He’ll figure something out!
...Probably.
Ibuki closed the door. The three of them could hear her running upstairs.
… Oh, hello.
Is that all you have to say?! Get us out of here!
… I am Okabe Rintarou. Mad scientist.
Are you the one behind this?
I am as clueless as you are. Perhaps the Organization has attempted to mess with your reality?
What kinda nonsense are you on about?!
… I apologize. Something tells me… we have to collaborate.
Collaborate?
Did you not hear me?
Explain what you mean, airhead!
Thank you for the compliment.
...
...
...What's with the look?
Silence set between the three, before Okabe realized he had been insulted, and looked mildly frustrated.
Anyways, my theory is that your *reality* has temporarily melded with ours. If we were to disconnect them, we’d have to collaborate. A one-man effort would be useless.
The Tyrant’s Eye warns me that such a proposal is… sensical.
What do you mean? Mind elaborating?
Okabe took out a nearby piece of paper and began to sketch a flowchart.
Now, the timeline you two are from is completely different to mine. Thanks to some unknown technology Skeletor has employed, probably acquired from the Organization, he has been able to perhaps create time leaps, which reach several timelines in order to-
You’ve lost me.
… I regret asking. Can’t you just tell us exactly what to do?!
You two are also participating in a musical tournament, are you not?
How do you—
I’m hosting, she’s participating! Kyahaha!
… Right. This pocket dimensional realm is also hosting its own. I imagine we’d have to perhaps create something musical. This little realm we’re in would notice you two were uninvited, and boot you back to yours.
Well, that’s the one lead we have! Get to it!
… The Tyrant’s Eye accepts your proposal!
I swear, if this doesn’t work…
The three of them were still inside the Jabberwock Island’s Diner. Nothing changed.
… Well, what now?!
Perhaps my calculations were wrong? T-This shouldn’t be…
The Tyrant’s Eye has warned me… you have been wrong all along. I should have listened…
Why you little… I’m trying to hold myself back from gutting you for wasting our time!
The door opened again. Ibuki had returned.
So, hey, we can send you back right now! Okabe, I suggest you leave this room.
Huh? But-
Logistical error. My boss put in the wrong number or something. Not my area of expertise, really. Who would've thought it'd take this much effort to bring in a lousy lounge singer...
Wait, it was THAT simple?!
Seems like it! We actually figured it out a good bit ago, but you two seemed to have fun collaborating…
I-I can't believe my calculations were wrong…
Hey, relax! It's still been a net positive, hasn’t it?
… That is true. Well, I suppose I should take my leave. Goodbye, you two!
I still can’t shake off the feeling we’ve met before…
We’ll be sending you two back now! Have fun in whatever tournament you’re in!
Okabe ran out the door, which Ibuki then shut close. The Diner began to shake again, and a few moments later, Monokuma and Rikka were back at Jabberwock.
H-Hey, it worked! We’re back!
Finally! Agh… I think I’ll have to rest for a bit. Shaky trips like these make me sick! See you later, or something!
Monokuma ran out the Diner, leaving Rikka behind. She got up, feeling a headache, before heading to her cabin — she noticed barely any time had passed.
I wonder if anyone would believe what happened… probably not.
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