We donāt talk enough about the conversation where Mezatoās likeĀ āHi Mob! Iāve been writing angsty major character death fanfiction about you in my head. Anyway, I still need you to lead my pet cult!ā Absolutely deranged. ONEās understanding of middle school girls is truly like nothing else Iāve ever seen.
the worst thing about it tho is that this is so silly and ridiculous and makes me snort bc yeah Mezato iāve seen that fanfic
[Image ID: A Mob Psycho 100 screencap. A closeup of Mezatoās face takes up the left half of the frame. Itās overlaid with a blue-toned image of Mob, who has huge muscles and is wearing a shirt with the sleeves ripped off, kneeling and cradling Reigenās limp body. Mezato says,Ā āBut you also suffered a great loss, too.ā End ID.]
butttttt. he does actually suffer a great loss regarding the broccoli. itās just at its destruction instead of its creation.
I luv the idea of dimple possessing his pals to do mundane human stuff we all probably take for granted but he doesnāt get to fully/at all experience due to, you know, being a dead guy and all.
"Mob!!!" Tome burst into the office with windswept hair and her cell phone in her hand. "They're showing the ORIGINAL Aliens Vs. Zombies Vs. Salarymen at Fennel Theater tonight!!! They're gonna have snacks and sell keychains and it's gonna be so fun- oh, sorry, Mr. Serizawa..."
Mob was grimacing and gesturing at Tome to stop yelling, but she realized her mistake too late as the stranger in the office jumped out of his chair in surprise.
Serizawa smiled ruefully at Tome, then turned his attention back to the startled client whose cursed plushie he had just exorcised. "Sorry about that! She's my, uh, niece... so, 5000 yen?"
"You have to come, Mob!!!" Tome whispered to Mob as Serizawa ushered the client out. "This movie is the ultimate cult classic!!! Everyone says it's best experienced in a rowdy theater full of nerds! Who knows when we'll get a chance like this again??"
"Uh, Tome..." Serizawa returned to his desk and fixed the picture frame the client had accidentally knocked over. "It sounds fun, but... isn't it a school night? You should be responsible with your schoolwork..."
"I don't have any homework today!" Tome shot back. (It was half true... she didn't have any homework due tomorrow at least.) "And I bet Mob doesn't either!"
Mob nodded. "She's right, I don't."
"But that's not all," said Serizawa. "You also need to get a good night's sleep before school, and..." Tome tuned him out and sat down at her and Mob's shared desk, huffing. She gave Mob a Look that meant "we'll discuss this after work" and hoped he would understand what she meant.
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"So there's something else," said Tome once she and Mob were a full block away from the office after closing. "We have to go with an adult to supervise us, it's the theater's policy or whatever. I was going to ask Mr. Serizawa, but apparently he's too 'responsible', and no way are we asking Mr. Reigen..." She took a deep breath. "I know you don't like breaking the rules, but we're gonna have to sneak in. We could maybe pass for adults with different clothes, I can-"
"Tome." Mob's voice cut through Tome's chatter. "I want to go. But we don't need to sneak in." He smiled. "I know someone who could take us."
---
"I still can't believe you never mentioned this," grumbled Tome.
"It never came up," responded Mob.
A seven-foot-tall, muscly green figure walked next to them, wearing a poorly fitting T-shirt and sweatpants bought from a nearby thrift store. Perched on top of his head was a wig of curly hair.
"Really, I'm more surprised that Dimple agreed to this," said Mob. "He usually doesn't like being asked favors..."
"Are you kidding?" Dimple waved a giant hand flippantly in the air, in a way that he would never admit was influenced by Reigen. "I'd never get in the way of you breaking the rules, Shigeo."
Officially, Mob and Tome were on a job with Reigen and Serizawa. Dimple had called Mob's parents from Tome's phone and done an impressive impersonation of Reigen to explain the situation. Tome's parents only needed a text. She was going to make a great adult one day; she was already living the carefree young adult life.
They approached the run-down theater. Most of the attendees were already inside, so they walked right up to the ticket booth and Dimple slapped the 3000 yen Mob and Tome had given him onto the counter. "Three for the zombies," he said casually.
The attendant looked at Dimple for about one second before deciding that he wasn't paid enough to ask questions. "Go ahead. Concessions on the left, no outside food or drink."
Tome skipped into the theater, dragging Mob alongside her. "Kids, right?" Dimple cracked at the attendant, who was pointedly not making eye contact.
---
Two hours later, the group staggered out of the theater, surrounded by teens and young adults hopped up on soda. Tome's eyelids were drooping, and Mob was clutching his stomach. "Why... did I eat... so much... popcorn..." he groaned.
Meanwhile, Dimple was as energetic as ever. "You were right, Tome," he exclaimed, clapping a hand each onto the kids' shoulders. "That was an unforgettable experience."
"Haha, just wait... the sequel is even..." Tome trailed off and slumped onto Dimple's shoulder.
He shook her gently. "Kid, wake up. We gotta get you home."
Mob gave him a Look that Dimple understood perfectly. He rolled his eyes and lifted the sleeping Tome onto his back. "You guys will be the death of me, I swear," he complained.
This is way past my normal posting time sorry I kinda slacked cuz I donāt have school today but Iām posting before the day is up ANYWAYS dimple means a lot to me heās changed so FUCKING MUCH URGEHHFR
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