“Science Fiction huh…” Demi-Fiend looked around the books. “Should be easy enough, but what exactly are we looking for? We’re not going to read every single books, right?”
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“I supposed that sounds fair.” Spina places his finger on his chin; after a few minutes of thinking, the team composition Cuki created dawn on him. “Wait a minute,” Spina narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you think this is a bad idea due to the bad blood between some people in the group, namely Demi-Fiend and Kassava? That’s extremely reckless—” Spina turned around, realizing that Cuki and the others had already left for the Science Fiction section and other areas.
“Damn it, that girl just does what she wants… she’d more troublesome than she looks; Vegetto and Kassava already start doing their own business. It seems like Snow is nowhere to be found...” Spina scratch his head. “Besides, how we are supposed to find the clues by mindlessly looking around? We need an actual plan…!” Spina’s thoughts ringed his head. “Hey!” Spina, taking a single step, called out to Cuki, as loud as he can, to get her attention.
His voice echoed throughout the library; the atmosphere suddenly becomes grim. As Vegetto and Kassava stopped at the end of the first aisle, a sudden black figure appeared. Its eyes shine bright red, its clothes composed of a long, worn-out grey and white dress and poorly constructed sneakers. Its long, grayish hair touches the floor, at the end, leaves a trail of black smoke. It turned around the moment Spina shouted and lifted a finger. Her long, crooked index finger with a fairly long crusted fingernail pointed at the old Saiyan. Its head split opened, just nearly to the point that the top part of the head was ready to fly off the body to exposed its mouth. Multiple layers of sharp teeth and three tongue as saliva spilled out of her mouth towards the floor.
“….. talking is not..….” the floor beneath everyone started to morphed bit by bit, until the structure of the library is starting to change.
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“Expected.” Doom said one word as he continues to watch.
Voice, being a nervous wreck, places heavy observation on each of the members. “I hope they don’t screw up…” He notices a strange, dark aura. “Hmm… this aura… this is oddly familiar…”