From above the large Snowdin, a gigantic blimp sat still. Too far in the air for anyone to notice, on the side of the blimp, was a blue emblem of a lion's roaring head.
Inside the blimp, a skeleton had just woken up to the loud beeping of his alarm. He groaned as he got up and shut it off.
"Good Morning, General Mal." A cylindrical, black object spoke to him.
"Mornin' R.A.Y" he sighed, getting an iced coffee out of his large silver refrigerator. The entire room appeared luxurious. The walls were polished wood, the floor was covered with a soft beige carpet, and a king-sized bed stood in the middle of the room as well as a few lavish decorations.
He put on a white admiral uniform that reached his knees, he placed his hat on his skull and left the room.
As he walked down the halls of the base he lit a cigarette. Watching different members of the Coalition, a group of advocates of justice who'd hunt down and punish criminals. Though, lately he had been questioning their morals, he heard talk of an execution a few days ago for a robbery, and he didn't agree with it.
After a few minutes of walking, he arrived at a large, bronze door, engraved in lapis with a lion's roaring head. The lion's head was the insignia of the Coalition, symbolizing one's pride in justice and righteousness.
He knocked three times and waited for someone to answer, and eventually someone did. His head was covered with a large polaroid camera, concealing it completely with a black tuxedo, white gloves, black shoes, and white slacks. Mal always questioned how it was possible for him to breathe, but at this point it was just better to accept it.
"Hey, General." The camera man saluted
"Sup, Photoshop." Mal rose a hand signaling a greeting.
As he walked into the small room, he saw a little girl playing with a dog.
"Aiko, come sit." He yawned, sipping from his coffee as he went over to a circular table, along with Aiko and Photoshop.
He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and placed it on the table. On the paper was the image of a cat-like being, foaming at the mouth with a single red eye glowing brightly.
On the bottom was large text reading "Red Eye Mew Mew" and some smaller text discussing details about the creature.
"This is our next mission, brought to us directly from the higher-ups." He said in a serious tone to gain the attention of the two.
Aiko slowly pet her dog as she looked at the photo curiously "I thought that that the higher-ups didn't take us seriously, why would they give us a direct mission?"
Mal shrugged "Either no one else was willing to take it, or they'd rather send the "Fodder Squad" so no one important dies,". Aiko seemed like she had something else to say, but kept quiet.
"Anyways." Mal rose to his feet and got a pistol off of the counter, this room wasn't in the least bit as lavish as his own. Due to the reputation of his group as a whole, the room was similar to an apartment's nothing special other than the door.
"Let's head out." He pushed the door open, as both Photoshop and Aiko followed behind him.
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Notion!Tale
FanficWhat happens once a "Cluster" begins? Do all the AUs caught within it get destroyed? Does everyone die to inevitably become dust? Who knows, an event so rare has barely any records about it, let alone survivors. Follow a variety of characters and th...