- Encore: Chapter 2 -

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"I AM THE MYSTERIOUS AND ALL-POWERFUL SKULL HEART. I FLOAT BEFORE THEE WITH THE POWER TO GRANT ANY WISH YOU DESIRE, WITH NO STRINGS ATTACHED WHATSOEVER."

Legend tells of an ancient artifact that can grant a woman's wish...

"WHAT IS IT YOU SEEK, ROYAL WOMAN?"

"I...I wish for this war to finally end!"

If she is impure of heart her wish will be corrupted and she will turn into an immensely powerful, twisted being of destruction...

"HAHAHA HOW NAIVE AND DESPERATE YOU MUST BE TO TRUST AN OMINOUS SKULL. IT SHALL BE YOUR UNDOING FOR NOW YOU MUST BECOME THE SKULLGIRL!"

...But I thought you had to be impure to become a Skullgirl.

"Year after monstrous year has passed since I gave you my wish, yet nothing has changed - our people still suffer... Why?! Why has the war not ended as you promised? Answer me! Why have you done nothing? ANSWER ME!"

"Because you were not pure of heart then, nor are you now. And so you will suffer the consequences."

Thread of Hope

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Poorman Apartment
9:03am

"Nnngh...Hhhhnnnnnn..." The Player was excessively groaning in his sleep, tossing and turning uncomfortably on the floor.

Filia, who was already up and moving, caught onto his troubled sleep and watched over him.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Samson asked.

"He must be having a really bad dream. Should we wake him?" Filia was beginning to look a little worried, now wondering if there was actually something wrong with him.

"I'll do it." Samson took over for Filia by assuming his bipedal form. He kneels down to the Player and slaps him across the face. "Wake up!"

"What the-?! Samson! Did you hit him?!"

Filia was facing the opposite direction so she couldn't tell what was going on but judging from the sound it was clear that Samson struck him.

"No. Don't be silly, Filia." He proceeded to slap and backslap the Player. "Wakey! Wakey!"

"Yes you are! I hear it!"

Eventually the slaps started to work as the Player began to wake.

"Uuuuggghhh...." He groaned after the 3rd slap.

"Is he okay?" Filia asked in concern.

"Yeah. He's waking up. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted." Samson gave a small sigh of disappointment.

The Player opened his eyes to Samson's face. "O-Ow... Why does my face hurt?" He placed a hand over the sore spot on his cheek and gently massages it to sedate the noticeable sting.

"I dunno." Samson's grin and casual shrug suggested otherwise.

Before the Player could question Samson he reverted back to his regular form on Filia's head.

After regaining complete control Filia faced the Player.

"You were doing a lot of moving in your sleep. Like you were having a nightmare or something, you were even beginning to sweat. Are you okay now?" She placed her hand on his forehead to see if he had a fever. "I hope you're not sick."

"Stop babying him, Filia. He probably dumped us here last night, went out to party and is dealing with a hangover." Samson suggested.

"You really think I'd do something like that?"

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