Fear Me P.JM

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I ride up the escalator with Abna and JB in Orchid Plaza. Even though it's called a plaza, it's really more of a mall. In need of a Winter Ball dress, Anba and I decided to make a day of it and go shopping!

I'm not really much of a shopper. To be honest, I'm just not a shopper...of clothes. I come to the Orchid Plaza so rarely that I usually have to line up at the information kiosk with all the other out-of-town tourists to pick up a map of the new stores.

Luckily, this time I'm with Abna who I can say, confidently, is a veteran shopper. I think she was here earlier this morning actually...

"Alright," Abna announces, "Nikito and I are going this way." She points to her right.

JB takes a long look around the floor. It's completely filled with racks of dresses, gowns, skirts—casual and formal.

"And what am I supposed to do?" he asks.

Anba gestures to the left where a semi-circular couch rests by the dressing room. Men and boys of different ages sit there completely bored out of their minds.

"No way," JB says putting his hands into his pockets.

"Then why did you want to come with us?" Anba says.

"I thought we were shopping for swimsuits," JB answers nonchalantly with a shrug.

My mouth drops a little. "In December?"

"I don't know!" JB says. "Girls buy things they don't need!" He stares at us for a second. "Fine I'm going down to the men's floor to look for a masquerade ball mask."

"Good," Abna says and JB walks off.

Abna and I wander around the massive quantities of dresses and begin trying one on after another. But soon I tire.

"It's been half an hour!" Abna cries out, hidden underneath the pile of dresses she holds.

Looking pathetic with only one dress in hand, I stride off again to pick up more gowns. Seriously, no stamina for shopping.

"How does this look?" I hear a rather deep voice ask.

I freeze and pull the dark green dress I have up to my face. Stripping to the outermost layer of the dress, my eyes manage to peer through the thin green veil that lines the outside of the dress. I hear green is what the army uses to camouflage into their surroundings. Right?

I'm standing at the very end of a long rack closest to the wall. On the other end is a massive girl holding a dress up to her thick neck.

Python. Or soon to be Princess Python.

That has actually a pretty good ring to it. Princess Python. Python Princess. Python eats princess. Python eats Nikito. Oh god. She cannot see me.

Looking into a reflection, an odd, slightly horrific-looking smile creeps onto Python's lips as she examines herself with a pink, frilly dress. Her three buff friends stand behind her all with their arms crossed nodding in approval.