Magical Something! - Prologue
A/N: Sometimes life can’t cancel your student debt or get you free healthcare or get creeps out of your government, but it can get you a late night writing idea. I had this idea for a while with plans for a full length story, but I’ll see when I can get around to it. Word count: 508 Warnings: N/A
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To be truthful, he was never supposed to actually step foot on Earth. That was a mistake.
He was supposed to just check out the place a little and just see what was going on. Maybe there was something there that higher-ups would like to know about or some cool creatures he could bring back. He was just going to look and leave the actual exploring to someone more experienced.
Unfortunately, Miro would never get that chance again.
“MIROOOOOOOOO!”
Miro shuddered at the sound of his name being screamed down the halls accompanied by the sound of explosions and banging. He knows he should always answer his master when called, but instinct kicks in all too easily when the man is this aggressive. Miro dove underneath the coffee table and closed his beady eyes. Perhaps if he wished hard enough, he would be transported back to his home.
WAH-BAM!
The metal door slams open with force that might have dented the walls if they were made with even a slightly weaker material.
“Miro, I found this amazing fucking comic! I mean, octobitchactuallyfoundit, but I read the entire thing all last night and I got a great fucking idea- where the fuck are you?”
Deep breaths Miro. He’ll just lose interest and move on.
“Why the hell are you under the table? You drop something with those slippery nubs?”
Miro’s eyes shoot open to see red ones with slitted pupils glaring back with disgust and a hint of confusion.
“My dear master! M-my deepest apologies!” Miro manages to spit out while flailing his paws around. “I simply got tired and fell asleep under here is all! I never meant to offend!”
The tall figure looks unimpressed as he reaches under the table and grabs Miro by the scruff of his neck, right above where his back met his wings. He pulls him out and stands, suspending the poor shivering creature in the air.
“Weird place to snooze, but sure,” the ginger man comments. “Listen, I’ve got a job for you. It’s gonna make this dumb, boring-ass prison just a little more fun.”
He holds up his other hand and displays a book, or rather, a manga in front of Miro’s face. The cover displayed a bright-eyed blonde girl with a non-traditional serafuku school uniform that looked more like a costume than a uniform. Her hair was up in two long ponytails that swirled behind her. Miro tried to make sense of the cover as he read the title at the top in a swirly font: Sailor Moon.
The ginger man continues, “You turned us into badass fighters with your fuckass witchcraft magic, so I want you to do it again.”
Miro quizzically turned to his master. Then back to the book. Then back to his master.
“Y-you want me… to do what?”
The man suddenly drops the small creature and lets him fall to the ground with a squeak before crouching down next to him, shoving the book in his face again.
“The girls in this comic all wear really cute outfits and fight crime. I watched the cartoon too and they all have a fucking sickass moments where they transform into their superhero forms or whatever.”
He grabs onto the feeble creature and Miro looks up to face his master. There, he sees the face of a crazed psychopath looking back at him with dilated pupils and a wide smile that chills Miro’s bones.
“I want to fight them,” he says, glancing at the book in his hand with a glimmer in his eyes that Miro had never seen before.
“I want to fight magical girls!”
















