Persona 5 Artist's Rebellion.

The Begining.

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'Ah supreme.' he said as he finished rearranging some neo-featherman fingerlings in a pleasing way.

'Some of their heads came off when I was moving them, but I made sure to rearrange them pleasingly.' he explained.

'W-Waaaaaaaaah!' an unknown female girl with ornge hair and glasses cried when she saw them

'My children... W-what have you done to my children!?' she asked.

'They appeared to be quite shoddily-made." he replied.

'There from Phoenix Rangers Neo Featherman!' she exclaimed, glaring at him. 'No.. Yellow and Pink's heads. And red's been hacked to bits.. This is all Inari's fault.'

'Inari' he asked, confused.

"You know Inari sushi? The tofu things foxes eat in the old stories? What kind of fox doesn't know that." she explained in an annoyed tone.

'Inari' he contemplates the thought.

"Rghh, they were in the perfect poses too! It was so much work getting them set up just right! You wouldn't know aesthetics if it hit you in the face, Inari!' she called.

'H-how dare you say that to me of all people.' he said as he glared back at her.

The two of them began arguing about what he had done until their argument turned into a passionate conversation about the aesthetics of Neo Fetherman.

'I see.. So their versatility allows you to recreate almost any dermact scene you can imagine.'

"Mm-hmm Victory is great for action and Neo has the best transforming suit so cool.'

'Fascinating. Art depicts a flash of inspiration, but models offer a much different means of enjoyment.

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4/10 Sunday.

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Yusuke woke up feeling confused, and nostalgic.

He checked his phone. It was a little while before his alarm went off and he was sweating.

He had no Idea why that dream made him feel so anxious and relaxed or why he saw someone so specific especially since he didn't know anyone who fit her description.

Then again he only knew his sensei, the former pupils, and a classmate who occasionally took him to his family's restaurant where he gets free food.

His stomach growled at the thought of food shook him out of his confusion, he needed to focus. Today was the last day before school started and he needed to start a new painting.

As he sat up from his matrace he noticed a strange app on his phone that contained a red eyeball.

"Metta-nave? When did this download?" He asked himself.

Curiously he taped on the app only for it to seemingly do nothing.

"Stange." he said, but when he looked up he saw a filming finger across the barrion room with glowing yellow eyes.