The Others

"Oh, oh! What about this one?! This will look great on you!"

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"And as for you, this one! Kyaaa!! So cute >.

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"Hmm, judging through your faces, you two still don't like it? But it really suits you guys though... ah, alright then! How about another round?! Of course, you can keep those you are wearing right now to yourselves. Though I'll give each of you... another one! And another one! This one! How about this! How about that! Another... another, anotheeeeer! How about..."

"..."

The one that was constantly being lively, obviously not barking but chattering, is a very beautiful delicate teenage girl with jet-black hair set in a ponytail. Simply wearing a hoodie that is somehow big for her usual clothing size, while exposing her slender legs as well it is as if she is only covering her body's bottom part with a panty... which is actually true.

Right, one evidence just bloomed. Aye, it is that when she tried to get a dress inside one of the cabinets up above her, as she stretched out her hands her hoodie got lifted up and so ultimately revealing none other than her panty. A red-colored one, to be specific.

Moving on with her, in the center part of this room with no edges, and where she happens to be as well, is an exquisite-looking spiraling staircase that is made up of polished wood, where each turn lies flat-shaped circles as floors.

The arched ceiling is so far above the floor as if this is a tower, not filled with books but rather clothes. And the said floors themselves are made up of glossy tiles with seemingly majestic patterns as if it is a royal's chamber. Nonetheless, the room is not enclosed by walls but is overall attached with huge, curved wardrobes instead.

Aye, so that indicates then that the room is none other than the teenage girl's walk-in closet. Her huge lavish-scented wardrobe filled with expensive clothes, to be in detail.

And speaking of details, she has the same face as the girl from the potato-protag's "nightmare" from hours ago. So that means... she is the one and only "the girlfriend".

However, from the looks of it, before she went into another round of dress-diving she was having a conversation with other people, did not she? Although short and one-sided, it was still what one can call "talking to others". Also, this "other people's" number along with their gender can conceivably be identified as "two girls", which altogether makes them three girls in this room.

So of course, that must mean that even if the teenage girl's presence is solely being shown throughout this whole time it does not change the fact that she is not the only one that is inside her expensive walk-in room.

But then why was she given a one-sided conversation by the others, most especially showing such rude behaviors despite being inside her expensive room itself? Realistically, it is a thing for the rich where one must not anger the richer. Well, in the first place the two are not violating something, since it is simply because... they cannot understand her at all.

Not just metaphorically out of "fashion", but rather the foundation itself: the language.

'Ugh, what the heck is she saying?'

'W-W-Why am I hereeeee~~'

Nah. Forget not comprehending what the teenage girl was talking about, they do not even know how the fuck they got here. Though it is not that they do not actually know how they got here, they just do "not understand" why they got here.

Why? Why yes, because the girl is nothing but a stranger to them.

Earlier than this earlier, which was frankly yesterday, one special situation occurred to some people. And aye, it became the foundation that led the two of these "some people" to be currently here inside this room along with "the girlfriend".

The situation was like this, to be precise.

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Five silhouettes of different sizes were walking on the side of the street. Each of them was brooding about something as if they have opposing views about the place they have just gotten into, which in fact, is actually true.

They were walking in a straight line following the leader.

"Ugh~ so when the fuck can we find another one?"

The leader, which is of course the first one in the line, was making a face like how Garden Ramsees get disgusted with an idiot sandwich. Although she made that expression, details are currently unavailable. Still, her voice is of a cold tsundere, which is kinda befitting for the petite silhouette that she has.

"Wooah, older sisters, where are we?"

The second one was sky-high intrigued, gazing all around the surroundings with sparkles in her eyes. With the smallest silhouette size, it then made sure that she was absolutely the cute Loli-Zombie. Details available.

"Plan, plan, plan, pla-ahn! Erm, sorry, my student..."

The third one was in deep thought. So deep indeed to the point that she even bumped into the person in front of her who is her student. She scratched her head, apologizing. And so of course, the name of the master is none other than Reaper Zombie. Details available.

"Oh.my.god! so boring~"

The next was just bored as fuc. And aye, the one who gets bored easily is the one and only Dream Zombie. Details available.

"W-w-w-wait for meee-kyaah~!"

The fourth, which is the last one, was just anxious while sweating, flinching every time there was a car that went by, also getting shivers under her spine when some passerby... literally passes by. Her somehow shrieking voice is so soft it cannot be heard if you have not noticed her presence first, and her presence cannot be traced if you are not hearing her voice itself. Details are currently unavailable... though from the looks of her silhouette it can be said that her bust is just a 2:3 ratio if compared to Dream Zombie's.

And so because Narrator has finished elaborating the available details, it is now finally the time to explain the situatio- nah, forget that. Narrator will just go straight to the point. The two of "some of them" are simply two of the "cult women proclaiming themselves to be aliens from another world" which the potato-protag specified them as, although not directly out from the two of them but rather from the actions of their accomplices, the other "some of them". Aye, they are none other than "The Others".

The sisters of the three.

And what is most... is that they are with "the girlfriend", who is literally the potato-protag's girlfriend.

Shocking, right?

Going back, it truly is shocking.

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When the doorknob twisted itself, which then led to the door seemingly opening without the use of his hand, his eyes widened, startled. Like, who would not?

So does Narrator need Zeus? Okay then. Bring down the thunder... or the details, rather.

Boom. A teenage "school" girl appeared in his front out of nowhere... which is not at all "out of nowhere" but obviously from the outside. Their location is only being separated through one opened door. He is inside the basketball court while she is outside the basketball court, presently laying her head to one side, expressionless.

Arctic vibrating, frostbite roaming, blizzards comprising within the snowflake bestowed with the shallowest apathy of the frozen. Standing at his front is a fair-skinned petite teenage girl with long snow-colored hair set in twin tails, which their tips are more like the tips of a cutter blade, although not sharp enough to cut through, of course. She is wearing an aristocratic kind of dark blue school uniform, specifically with the neck-tie and blazer. She has bright blue eyes, yet currently not as bright as they should be for the unfazed frigid manner that she is giving off. Generally, she has an average height of 162 cm. Flat is justice.

Zero, absolute zero it is. He got shocked the first time he saw her yet now he is boldly gazing at her apathy instead, being rooted by the bone-chilling ambiance that resides within her as well.

But suddenly, he then shifted his view slightly to the left.

However, it is not because he is finally done staring blankly without words left to speak, rather, it was just the start instead, since another one appeared, unsteadily standing just at the left side of the snow-haired, taking a peek at him, sweating.

The second wave.

Anxiety raging, pigments fluctuating, uncertainty encircling within the mystifying heart and the reluctant mind of a seemingly troubled rose. At the side of the snowflake resides a light-skinned slim teenage girl with rose-colored hair. Her hair is cut in a wavy lob which has layers, having a length approximately until her shoulders only. She is wearing a light pink jumper dress with a ribbon, truly befitting the entirety of her rich appearance. She has mesmerizing emerald eyes which despite always being worried are still unusually dazzling in their own way. She has a good height of 165 cm. Semi-Oppai is truth.

A rose with its lovely petals, petals that wants to be plucked, indeed.

Wrapped up the details, however, he might have recognized each of their presence as the same absolute type of presence as to what the former three weirdos had, which is "presence of danger", after gazing some few seconds at the latter one he then... saw her face.

Last wave. The girlfriend is here.

"Y-Yo-You... Lizzie... No way..."

"Ah, so you're already awake, Novvie!"

And aye, it truly is a fact that she is pretty... dangerous.