Part 22: No Needles!!!

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"The terrorist attack was planned by the former devil hunter Akane Sawatari. She contracted with the gun devil and passed the guns to the Yakuza. In exchange for that, Sawatari demanded the Chainsaw Devil's heart, along with the Frog Devil's stomach." Makima explained. She stood in the office of a high-ranking member of the Bureau, explaining the situation.

"Why did she want the parts of our devils?" The man asked.

"Well, before we can interrogate her..."

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Kobeni screamed as the Snake Devil came out of nowhere, beheading Sawatari with its jaws and spraying her face with blood. She staggered back, falling to the ground in a crying mess.

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"-she was killed by another devil she contracted with: the Snake Devil. Which may have been an automatic suicide pact that was part of her contract with The Gun. In the cleanup of the incident, we seized 1.4 kg of Gun Devil fragments inside of the building. Combined with the 5 kg we have already gathered, it has finally started moving in the direction of the main body." Makima explained.

"Finally, eh?" The official muttered. 

"We also discovered something... quite peculiar." Makima muttered.

"That being?" The official asked.

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"Trippy..." (Y/N) muttered, staring at his former legs. "So what, are you a part of me?" He asked the legs. The legs paused, before dipping a toe in its gaping wound and writing on the concrete.

I AM MY OWN BEING. YOU WILL CALL ME LEGS. AND BY THE END OF THIS, I WILL BE EVERYONE'S FAVORITE.

"....The hell dies that mean-WHOAH!!!" (Y/N) ducked as the legs boosted off the ground, flying off into the city.

"What the hell did you do?" Kishibe asked.

"Hell if I know! I don't even know what the hell that thing is!!!"

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"Well... Even I have trouble trying to explain it..." Makima trailed off.

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The smell of buttered popcorn.

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The feeling of a soft, cushy seat.

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Brightness, gleaming through his shut eyelids.

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The sound of film rolling in the projector booth.

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(Y/N) stirred, opening his eyes, only to snap them shut as he was met with immense brightness. He covered his eyes with his hands, grunting as his eyes adjusted slowly. He sighed, looking around.

He was in a movie theatre.

He looked around, scanning the fuzzy, folded seats.

He was alone.

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