What was once a battlefield was now nothing but a cratered hellhole, blood and dirt spilled everywhere. In the middle of it all was a hazy, two dimensional portal. Said portal was ringed by what seemed to be constantly revolving Butterflies "drawn" in a different art style than what was normal. On the center of the portal was a almost tribalistic drawing of said insect.
Besides the Barrier of an Eldritch Abomination, there were also other things still present. Namely, the soldiers who were too far out to be caught in the creation of the Barrier.
??? Barrier
Muffet found out that her remote was working, but it couldn't generate a portal no matter how many times she clicked on the button.
At the same time, everyone inside soon found out that whoever owned this place liked messing with people's heads.
Case in point, another mental intrusion stopped everyone dead in their tracks as their vision was filled alien words and languages amidst a backdrop of something dull, white and inexplicably capable of growing a rather fabulous moustache out of nowhere. Thorns grew from the ground as limbs pitter pattered against the ground and suddenly, everyone found themselves surrounded by creatures as tall as a full grown man.
Said creature was composed of large cotton ball with a moustache for a head, and a butterfly for everything else.
As one, they spoke with their ever youthful and insanity inducing voices "D̵̸͘͟a͞͞s̵҉͘ ̢̀͢͠s̀͠͏͠i̧̛͢n̶͡d̢́ ̧͞͏m̀̕͠͝i̵ŕ̷̕ ̨̛u̸͝͏̨͢n͘͢͟͢b̡̡͘ȩ͠ḱ̷à̡̧͞ņ̶ņ̷̡t̵͢é͡҉ ̵̡͟B̶̶̸̢l҉̧͝u̴̡̧͝͡m҉̵̡͠è̢̕͠n̷̛.̴̵̢̛" Slowly, the creatures shambled towards the newcomers but did not otherwise do much of anything.
???
Oriko had seen this coming from a mile away.
As the one responsible for the rebirth of the Witch, of course she had the honor of facing it in open combat. It was a good thing she had cleansed earlier, otherwise she might have just been trapped under the ridiculously massive piece of furniture that the Witch had previously been on.
Speaking of the Witch, it was rather ugly and absolutely huge just like most of its kin. With a pair of enormous butterfly wings, a mossy mess of green substance for a head that could generously be called a bush, and a body that was more like a sac of thrown away pasta, the Witch roared. The tortured and inhuman cry echoed throughout the Barrier, reminding Oriko that she had to get out of here to regroup with the others since as of now, only she and Kirika could do so without having to kill the Witch itself.
Kirika
The Serial Killer spat out another lungful of blood as she peeled her senses for the others. Already, she could tell where Oriko and the Crown were, due to her Karmic Bond and its sheer magical output respectively, but the others were little more than faint specks on her 'Magical' radar. Damn Witch, jamming her senses.
Claws drawn and body battered, the Serial Killer roared a challenge towards the swarm of Familiars she had attracted and was simply a whirlwind of destruction as the Familiars barely mustered a resistance. Her Time Slow was far too effective in rendering her opponents useless.
Her first priority as of now was reaching Oriko, but before she could do that, she picked up several signals that told her she'd pass by the Crown and one of Golden Boy's Pokemon.
Hogwarts
"I have no idea." Sayaka told Ron and the others as she observed Elizabeth. "She's usually grumpy so maybe this is normal?" She shrugged, unsure if she should go greet Elizabeth when her mentor was busy trying to get something to eat. "Morning." The Blueberry said simply as Elizabeth passed her. "So, any one on one sessions I should be worried of?" The Blueberry asked as she drank from her cup.
Rapporan
The moment Homura saw Flowey, she was instantly wary of it.
The creature reminded her far too much of the incubator, but just like Kyubey, she knew it had no reason to lie just yet. "Asriel." She repeated the child's name, feeling pity for him but incapable of expressing it. To show weakness now would be a death sentence.
The Child may have been in her way, but he was still a child nonetheless and the same guilt that haunted her throughout the years once again made its presence known.
Madoka would disapprove.
But if it meant keeping Madoka safe, then Homura would gladly bear her disapproval no matter how much it hurt the time traveller.
Dispelling those thoughts, Homura kneeled down and put a glowing hand over the child's throat so that he could speak better when he's inevitably addressed.
Ok. She had to admit, She partially did it to appease the tiny Madoka inside her head.
