Working With Phantoms

Magic Mudoon

June 5th

Madran awoke with a start before realizing what the day was. Due to this, she ignored her usual Sunday routine and found herself getting ready at the early hour of seven in the morning instead of her usual time of nine o' clock. She then got dressed and took a quick shower, with her arriving back in her room to see that her phone had a few messages from Philemon.

Philemon: Madarame's change of heart is happening soon, turn on your TV and tune to the morning talk show
Madran: Wow, what time?
Philemon: 10 minutes
Madran: ok

Madran then set her phone down and went to her TV, where Chicory was sitting and tapping his tail on the ground expectantly near his food bowl. Madran then fed him and made a breakfast involving toast, butter, and a glass of orange juice.

"Wow, you're really in the mood for toast. Don't break the plates, please."

"Hey, I'm hungry!"

Madran went back to the TV with her warm and heated breakfast, sat down, and turned on the TV to the news.

"Oh, hey, it's Madarame."

Madran then watched as two reporters sat across from each other with a picture of Madarame's face up on a display.

"Just a few minutes ago, an urgent press conference was held by Madarame, with some equally urgent news to be told. Now, let's see this breaking reveal, said directly by Madarame himself."

The screen then flipped to display Madarame sitting in a chair with several microphones around him. Madran then saw that he was shedding a very small teardrop.

"Oh, crap, here he is."

"Don't spit your drink yet, he hasn't said anything."

Madarame then began to talk, with even Chicory perking his ears and walking over.

"I... have committed actions very unfitting of an artist."

There were several camera flashes as Madarame continued.

"Not only have I plagiarized work, but..."

Madran watched as Madarame began to shed tears and eventually begin to bawl.

"I-I created the cover story of the Sayuri being stolen, to use it for my own means. Please, lock me away... I no longer deserve to be the great artist anymore."

Madran watched as Madarame cried more before the screen became the reporters again.

"Damn, I never knew that someone could cry so much."

"Consider that a job well done, Madran. We can mark this as another check off our list of less-than favorable people in Japan."

"We still have to get Fourete, though."

"I see. Well, guess who woke up?"

Madran looked over her shoulder to see Elia clad in pajamas and staring at the TV.

"Wow. Good job, Mad."

Madran nodded whilst taking a rather crunchy bite from her toast.

"Mmm hmm!"

"Hey, finish that up at the table, please. Didja feed Chic?"

Elia looked over at the food bowl, which confirmed her assumptions.

"Wow, who are you and what have you done with Madran?"

Elia chuckled and ruffled Madran's hair.