Sonic Tales
[WP] The Magical Girls were defeated, but before their capture, they released their instrument-weapons. Formerly, they always landed in the hands of either J-pop, or K-pop girl bands but this time -for some reason- the weapons choose a Finnish Death-Metal boyband. They were PAINFULLY efficient.
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The people of Little Town had long been used to the pattern. First, the sky would darken, and one of their neighbors, now mutated into a grotesque reflection of their own inner turmoil, would cry out for vengeance. Then the Sparkle-Glitter 5 would emerge from somewhere, with earnest defiance and deep concern for the people of Little Town. As dialogue and negotiation inevitably broke down, The Fabulous Mr. Kitty would pop the whole event up into the sky to cut down on property damage, and the fight would begin. The people tried very hard to not think about how their saviors were clearly only in middle school, even as they cheered for their favorite candy-colored musician to clobber the opponent they'd all known for years, another thing they tried hard not to think about.
Sometimes, just sometimes, it wouldn't be a neighbor. Sometimes it would be one of the mutators themselves, grown tired of fruitlessly hurling people at the town, who took the field. When that happened, something had to change. Most times, the girls would find some new reservoir of power within themselves, or there would be a new girl, conveniently stepping up just as one of the current group had to move away, or go to high school. Rarely, Mr. Kitty would bring forth help from somewhere, and while this last resort was always welcome in the moment, it meant destructive fighting on the ground for a few weeks until he recovered. When even that failed, things would get bad. There would be a new sparkle team in time, but until they could be found, the mutator and its clique of vain, vengeful mutates would run amok, taking and destroying until their venal need for imagined vengeance had been sated.
The summer that killed the sparkles was bad. Orgoroth had set himself up as a petty king, turning the City Hall into a rough castle, and the bitter women of the retirement community into his generals. Each took especial delight in tormenting their own families, but spread their hate among all the young. On one particular day, Granny Attitude was screaming at little 4-year old Jessica for not being in school, when she proclaimed, "You're mean! You need to stop being mean or the Sparkles will get you!" Granny attitude backhanded the poor little girl across the street and spat. "The Sparkles are dead," she crowed, "and you need to learn to respect your elders, because they are NEVER coming back." Little Jessica cried softly, holding her bruised cheek as she silently mouthed "Sparkles," over and over again, barely aware of her shattered ribs.
Granny Attitude stalked across the street, eager to finish her tirade, when little Jessica coughed up a black clot, her tiny throat visibly distending for a moment as the knot of squirming blood forced its way out of her mouth and splattered on the pavement. "Look at the mess you're making," Granny snarled, pointing one arthritic finger at the broken girl. "You're going to have to clea.." Her harangue died away as the splotch widened into a perfect circle, the deep red fading to a primordial black swirling with unfamiliar stars. The hole thrummed with energy, and with a sound like none she'd heard before.
A figure faded slowly into existence, fully two meters tall and half as wide. His cold eyes were barely visible through the long, multi-colored hair that hung over his face and down almost to his waist, as if to hide the little heart-shaped guitar he played behind curtains of glittering black and shining pink His thick fingers flew back and forth along the neck of the little instrument, sounding a deadly march, the staccato heartbeat of the underworld itself.
As the bassist finally solidified, two others began to appear behind him, tall, lanky twins with spiked blue and green hair. As one, they raised their cloud-and-angel-wing guitars to the sky and began to play. Granny Attitude clapped her hands to her ears as blistering runs of notes blasted out around them, shattering glass and making something writhe with agony behind the old woman's eyes. They walked forward, passing the bassist and standing on the cracked asphalt.
The twins' dueling solos came to an end as two screams burst from the void. A blonde woman and a bald man, each dressed in a pastel jumpsuit with a pastel microphone, launched from the abyss and into the street, belting out alternating threats and cajolery, one demanding that those responsible for the state of the world submit to judgment, while the other wished for love. All seven of the mutates in Little Town collapsed, puking up their own tainted essences as their master detonated under the sonic assault.
The yawning cthonic pit finally squeezed shut beneath the hulking bassist's feet as they stopped playing, and a very bedraggled Mr. Kitty popped out, landing in a roll. He straightened what remained of his top hat and turned to address Granny Attitude, only to drop his jaw as he saw she'd already been defeated. "Um, well then. Don't do it again.." he said with a sniff before turning to his new, out-sized champions. As he watched, their bodies shrank to a size with which he was more familiar, "You've done very well in putting an end to this threat to Little Town, but you must always be on your guard..." he began, only to trail off into silence as the three boys and two girls ducked into a pizzeria, arguing good-naturedly about who'd have to split a Hawaiian with Cancer Boy.
With a sigh, he walked over to little Jessica's body and blew a little dust from his hat onto her broken form, watching solemnly as she faded from reality. "I hope you knew what you were doing, girl."
