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Chapter 10: Funhouse fuckery.

Hiyoko hesitantly walked down the stairs. Everyone in the dining room stared at her. She gulped. Her heart was pounding against her chest. Her hands were sweaty. ''I'm... sorry,'' she eeped, ''I'm sorry for being so mean. Especially to you, Mikan.''

Mikan, who still had tears streaming down her face, nodded. ''I- I- I'm sorry, too!'' She exclaimed, ''For calling you a whore! I f- felt really bad about it right after I said it! I'm sorry!!!''

Hiyoko chuckled. ''You're too kind for your own good, Mikan.''

Marihu cleared her throat. ''Maybe you can phrase that better?''

''Hmmmm, alright. You're really kind, Mikan!''

Mikan started blushing furiously, her face was beet red. Her mouth was making movements, but she didn't utter a word.

''Woah!'' Ibuki exclaimed, ''Someone call the doctor, Hiyoko has been broken!''

Wow, that was really cringy, but Hiyoko wasn't going to say that. Instead, she went: ''All it took was a nurse to fix me! Thank you for the metaphor, Ibuki.''

''No probs! Ibuki's always on them metaphors!''

Akane gulped down the remnants of her food. ''Woah, but you're, like, nice now? What? Why?''

It was disgusting, the saliva still running down her chin, how she smacked her lips when she scranned her food. ''Marihu... taught me. I'm going to keep her lesson in the back of my mind now.''

''So... I don't need to worry about you making fun of my weight?'' The Imposter asked, a little sheepishly.

''Well, you move like a gymnast!'' Hiyoko exclaimed, ''So, no, you don't!''

Nekomaru crossed his arms. ''I didn't estimate you as a team player... guess I was wrong. It was a shame I wasn't the one to get through to you.''

''Don't worry about that! There's plenty of people you can still help with your kickass team manager skills!''

Nekomaru chuckled. ''I guess so.''

''Wow!'' Nagito exclaimed, ''The Ultimates are using their hope and their abilities to finally get along! This is so exciting to watch! I wonder what tears them apart next, only for them to crawl back up and make friends with each other again...?''

''Shut up, creep!'' Hiyoko exclaimed. Then, she cleared her throat. ''Ah, sorry. Old habits die hard, I guess.''

After the strange occurrence at breakfast, Chiaki went to her room. It was getting late, and she wanted to get in some morning napping before the afternoon rolled around. Besides, there was someone she needed to talk to. She sighed as she sat down on her bed. ''Usami,'' she muttered.

Usami appeared before her. ''You haven't been the same,'' the stuffed bunny eeped, ''Is that what you want to talk about with me?''

''Yes, but... not with you.''

Usami's eyes widened. ''You mean...?''

''Yes,'' Chiaki gasped, ''I want to see her.''

Plushies couldn't gulp, but Usami still made a gulping sound. ''A- alright then, I'll see what I can do...'' The bunny disappeared again.

A few moments later, the Overseer arrived. He appeared from a swarm of bubbles, his skirt twirled around his skinny legs as he floated above the ground, his long, orange hair floated about his head as if he was underwater, until gravity realised the job it was supposed to do, and he was set carefully on the ground.

''You know I'm not supposed to be here,'' the Overseer said, ''It must be serious.''

''It's about Hajime,'' Chiaki whispered.