Shortly before Wonderland began its invasion of Bolorton, a whimsical figure was cheerfully skipping her way across the Penrose skyline, singing a sickeningly saccharine tune as she went.
“Da da da dada da da da da da~!
Mag-ical Dream Princess~!
Magic Wagic Dream Princess~!
She’ll helpy welpy to~!
Make all your dreams come true~!
Yay~!”Jumping up in the air with her arms spread wide, colorful fireworks and bursts of sparkling glitter exploded around her.
“Like, Magical Dream Princess thinkie winkies making up songy wongies is, like, soooo super duper funsie wunsie~! (giggle!)” the whimsical girl declared with a smile of innocent delight. Standing on her tiptoes at the edge of the rooftop, she placed a hand above her eyes and gazed out in childish wonderment at the cityscape beyond.
“And, like, she just wuvs looking at all of Penrose Wenrose’s pretty witty lighty wighties at nighty night timey wimey~! (giggle!) Ooooh~! Wowie zowie~!” she exclaimed, her eyes and smile growing even wider as something caught her ADHD-addled brain’s painfully limited attention.
“Like, there’s even weven a helicopter wopter up topper~! (giggle!) Hiiii, Mister Wister Helicopter Wopter~! (giggle!)” she called out, while waving at it enthusiastically.
However, a moment later, the vehicle seemed to wink out of existence, along with the lights of the city and the last rays of the setting sun upon the evening clouds. Instead, the entire world seemed to be bathed in an eerie purple glow, the once vibrant landscape around her now appearing faded and washed out, as if she were viewing an imperfect copy of the world she knew.
“Huh? Like, why did Mister Wister Helicopter Wopter and all the pretty witty lighty wighties just go bye bye?” MDP inquired with a confused frown.
Her only answer would come in the form of a deafeningly loud detonation, which blinded her eyes and sent her flying backwards across the rooftop.
“Owieeee…” the whimsical girl whined as she clutched her pounding head and tried to clear her blurred vision. Squinting tear-filled eyes, she could barely make out several figures through the smoke that rose from the gaping hole in the side of the building that marked where she’d been standing. With the smoke dissipating and her vision growing less clouded with each passing second, she saw that a dozen imposing young women in ultra-tech attire were hovering above her on an equal number of glowing, yellowy-green energy discs.
“L-Like, w-who are you people weple?” MDP asked meekly as she struggled to stand on her trembling legs.
A
silver-haired girl whose entire lower body seemed to be some form of multi-legged robotic scorpion glared at her with smoldering eyes for several long seconds, her mouth set in a disgusted sneer.
Finally she spoke, her voice dripping with contempt.
“We are… Before the confused MDP could utter another high-pitched syllable, the new arrivals commenced an all-out attack, unleashing a deluge of fire from an array of ultramagitech weapons. Normally, this fearsome onslaught would pose little problem for someone who could simply transmute every harmful attack into an innocuous and sickeningly cute analog, however, despite the childish girl’s attempts to manifest her dream barrier, nothing seemed to happen, her whimsical wand failing to conjure even a single glittery star or shimmering rainbow. Instead, the full, unmitigated fury of the brutal assault fell upon her without mercy.
“You’re in a Focused Nullification Field,” the robotic scorpion girl informed her coldly as a hail of
bluish-purple,
magenta, and
green needles punctured her skin.
“Your infantile magic won’t work here.” Fountains of blood erupted as jagged crystals burst out of her bones, while dozens of glowing, seeping boils bubbled across her flesh, in some cases causing it to melt off into sickly slush. Giving voice to an anguished scream, MDP fell to the ground, arms tightly wrapped around her violently convulsing body. Bloody tears streaming from her eyes as the myriad poisons, viruses, and acids flooded her veins, she felt as though her insides were being viciously torn apart.
“Nothing personal.”“Just following orders.”“Speak for yourselves. I hated this bitch the moment I laid eyes on her!” As her torment continued, MDP’s twelve assailants looked on dispassionately, while she writhed on the ground in mind-numbing agony. Small needle-equipped and poison cloud-emitting drones added to her already excruciating pain, and after a particularly violent convulsion, the tortured girl vomited up a stream of blood, before completely collapsing. At this point the seemingly endless torrent of attacks came to a halt, although for what purpose MDP was in far too much pain to even guess.
“N-No moresie…” the whimsical girl whimpered between needy gasps for breath.
“P-Please no moresie… I-It h-hurts so much…” she added plaintively as she hugged her aching body.
“P-Please stopy wopy…” she begged.
“P-Pretty pretty please…?”“Not feeling so good?” a girl floating in front of a blue ring etched with an intricate pattern of glowing circles and lines inquired, her voice nearly devoid of emotion.
“How about listening to some music?”With that, the girl activated her sonic weapon array, creating an ear-splitting screech and sending forth wave after wave of violent vibrations, all focused on MDP.
It was as if a trillion spikes were being driven through her brain…
“Too loudy woudy! TOO LOUDY WOUDY!!!” the poor girl screamed as she squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her hands against her bleeding ears as tightly as possible.
“Oh, come on,” the ring girl sneered.
“It’s not that bad. I mean, it’s nowhere near as painful as having to listen to the sound of your voice.”Nevertheless, the girl
did cease her auditory assault, granting the suffering MDP a few precious seconds’ reprieve.
“Hey, wanna play a game?” a girl whose various weapons glowed a warm orange asked in an almost amiable manner.
“It’s called Murder Magical Dream Princess!” she added with a deranged peal of laughter as she and
her companion unleashed twin streams of flaming acid upon MDP’s legs, the corrosive spray burning off her stockings and dissolving her skin.
“Awww… What’s the matter?” the whimsical girl’s tormentor asked in response to her agonized screams.
“I thought you enjoyed playing games?”“M-Magical Dream Princess doesn’t like this gamey wamey!” MDP cried.
“No? Too bad!” the girl replied, giving voice to another peal of sadistic laughter as she launched a swarm of tiny glowing spheres from the twin metallic cones attached to her backpack. Descending upon MDP, they burned their way under her skin, before charging up to unleash a tempest of crackling lightning across her body.
“AAAAAHHH!!!” she shrieked as the torture continued, her frilly outfit and pink hair becoming badly frayed and singed.
After what seemed like an eternity of excruciating pain, the lightening barrage finally fizzled out, leaving MDP a panting, sobbing mess.
“P-Please stopy wopy…” she begged, her voice little more than a pitiful sob.
“P-Pleeeeease…”“Stop?” the orange girl spat as she raised a glowing energy blade.
“I’m just gettin’ started!”“That’s enough,” a soft monotone voice told her.
“There needs to be something left of her for the rest of us.”Looking up through weeping, swollen eyes, MDP saw that the voice belonged to
a slender girl in a dark grey dress, beside which hovered a truly nightmarish mechanized monstrosity. Just the sight of its menacing form caused the bruised and bloody girl to begin slowly crawling backwards in an effort to put as much space as possible between herself and the technomantic terror, which even now eyed her with malevolent intent…
“Do you like my pet?” the girl in the grey dress asked in an incredibly disinterested tone, before her mouth twisted into a sadistic grin.
“‘Cause he really likes you,” she added as the technomantic fish-like creature darted forward with frightening swiftness, its fanged maw opened wide.
Giving voice to a panicked cry as a surge of adrenaline raced through her broken body, MDP frantically scrambled to the far side of the rooftop. In a desperate attempt to force the techno-beast back, she smashed her ineffective wand across its head, only to watch the weapon shatter apart. Yet, by some minor miracle, she reached the edge of the roof mere moments before her nightmarish pursuer, and, with nothing else to lose, flung herself off. The technomantic terror dove after her, as did several tiny spider drones, which deployed from
a second robo-scorpion girl. These exploded around her, sending fiendishly sharp molten flechettes slicing through the helpless girl’s already brutalized body.
After falling through the air for several seconds, her limp form crashed onto an old fire escape, before tumbling down it in a series of violent thuds. The poor girl was barely conscious by the time she finally reached the ground, or more precisely, the garbage dumpster she landed in. The pain was excruciating, but as she lay gasping for breath, MDP knew that she had to keep moving. Somehow, she had lost the monstrous techno-fish, but it could easily reappear at any moment. Slowly crawling her way out of the dumpster, the exhausted girl remembered her phone. Although it was probably little more than mangled scrap after the beating she had taken, there was still a slim chance she could use it to call for help. Retrieving the colorful device, she saw that it miraculously still functioned, but when she tried calling Penny, she found that it was impossible to establish a connection.
“W-Why won’t it work?” MDP whined.
“I-It doesn’t look damaged wamaged…”“You’ve been shifted to a tangental reality layer,” a cold voice told her.
“So you can forget about your precious Penny Wenny coming to your rescue.”From out of a thick cloud of nano-dust at the end of the alleyway emerged
a girl in a grey hoodie with incredibly wide sleeves. Behind her hovered a sinister-looking drill-shaped drone, equipped with writhing tentacles, tipped by menacing spiked blades. Looking on in terror, MDP watched as the girl raised her arm and sent a roiling cloud of dust racing forward to completely envelop her. Quickly beginning to suffocate, the whimsical girl’s panicked gasps soon became ragged coughs, as her throat and lungs alternately felt as though they had caught on fire or were being sliced apart by countless razor sharp shards of glass. Desperately trying to escape the cloud on shaking legs, MDP ran down the alley until she came upon a door. Over and over, she slammed her already horribly injured shoulder against it as hard as she could, a cry of pain escaping her each time she did so. Although she had managed to outrun the cloud, from deep within its churning depths shot a flight of five small missile drones, their crimson optic sensors glowing with cruel intent. Finally, the door gave way, and the battered girl fell inside, collapsing in an exhausted heap on the floor.
However, she barely had time to catch her breath, before the five seeker drones darted into the structure, rapidly zeroing in on her position. Wheezing as she panted for air, MDP scrambled deeper into the darkened structure. A storage room of some kind, it was filled with row upon row of boxes and shelves, promising a chance to lose her pursuers and perhaps even find a moment’s respite from this unrelenting chain of horrors. Indeed, she realized as she frantically knocked over various boxes in an effort to at least slow down her pursuers, since these vicious attacks began, she had barely even had time to
think. She had merely reacted as best she could to simply
survive. Now, tucking herself away behind a large container, her bruised back pressed against the cold wall, she at last realized the full, soul-crushing hopelessness of her situation. She was utterly exhausted. Her bruised and bloody body was in absolute agony. She had already wet herself several times. She was trapped in another dimension. She was facing at least a dozen powerful adversaries. She couldn’t use her magic. No one was coming to save her…
I-I’m going to die…A part of her desperately wanted to believe that this was all just a bad dream, merely some nightmare that would go away as soon as she woke up. Yet, with each passing second her certainty grew that everything she had experienced was all
very real. In fact, now that she thought about it, it was actually surprising that she was even still
alive… Her mysterious enemies were clearly able to kill her whenever they felt like, so why even allow her to live this long? With increasing dread, she realized that there was really only
one possible explanation. They were
toying with her, doing everything they could to extend her suffering for as long as possible. The whimsical girl had never encountered such sadistic cruelty in her life, and she couldn’t imagine why anyone would hate her so much as to inflict it upon her.
W-Why is this happening? she couldn’t help but wonder.
M-Magical wagical girls are supposed to stoppy woppy the meanie weanie people weple from doing awful waful stuffy wuffy like this…But if that were really true, if good really
did always triumph over evil, then why could
she do nothing? Why was she so useless? She had always believed that her magic came from her heart, her hopes and dreams… How could someone else simply take those things away from her, leaving her utterly powerless to stop her tormentors? How could she, after all the wonderful things that had happened to her over the past few months since she’d become a magical girl, after making so many wonderful friends, ultimately die
here, completely alone?
“M-Magical Dream Princess doesn’t want to die…” she whimpered.
A moment later, the wall behind her blew apart as a gigantic metallic hand burst through to grab her and yank her into the next room.
“Well, I don’t wanna keep listening to the sound of your annoying as fuck voice, but here we are,” the
owner of the massive power fist replied.
“So, you like hiding in buildings, huh?” she asked with a cruel grin.
“Then let me give you a tour!” With that, she hurled the whimsical girl with all her considerable strength, sending MDP’s limp body smashing through wall after wall in rapid succession, until she was once again in the middle of an open street.
At this point,
a girl wielding a glowing, two-handed rocket hammer smashed her into a parked car, completely shattering her spine in the process. Wheezing and coughing up blood, MDP’s wincing eyes could faintly discern all twelve of her assailants gathering around her.
“P-Pweeese…” she begged, holding up a trembling hand in a feeble attempt to defend herself. An instant later she screamed as a crimson beam sliced her fingers off, just before the nightmarish techno-fish reappeared and chomped off the rest of her hand in a burst of blood.
“W-Whyyy…? W-Whyyyyy…?” she mewled as she pressed the bloody stump of her arm against her chest.
“Why?” the first robo-scorpion girl repeated, her cold eyes narrowing as she loomed over the Princess of Dreams.
“L-L-Like, M-Magical Dream Princess d-doesn’t understandy wandy…” the confused girl sobbed, as she struggled to regain some small measure of composure.
“W-Why are you d-doing such meanie weanie thingy wingies to her?”“Because you exist.”Using a powerful leg to press down upon MDP’s chest and push her even deeper into the wreckage, the robo-scorpion placed the barrel of one of her oversized infinite polycyclic auto repeater cannons against the sobbing girl’s forehead.
“Doctor Nykannis sends her regards.”***BLAM!!!***
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