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Chapter 15

Clownpiece: Come on, I'm sure this will help a little~!

Its power already active, the librarian was taken under its control, losing the chance of avoiding its effect. Around him, the place that he learned to understand was fading away, the ground turning into dark water and the walls becoming one with the night sky. He was not standing inside a library but above an endless lake.

Y/N: ...

On the opposite side, the fairy who induced this nightmare grinned, knowing that he was under her effect. From the water under them, hands emerged from it and bodies began to climb out of their coffins.

...Those people with familiar faces to him, all turning to greet him with rotting skin and hollow eyes, nothing more than phantoms. Those were the ones who helped him fight against the shrine maiden and the witch.

Clara: Take that glare of yours off your face, a coward doesn't deserve the spotlight.

Jenna: Do the world a favor and slash that neck of yours open, it won't be a lost and never will.

Maria: Try to amend? You just want to see us die again, you deranged animal.

Facing his doubts, he tightened his fists and exhaled the smoke in his lungs. Punching through the small cloud, his sleeves began to emanate gray vapors in response to his action. Ready physically, his mind was still screaming at him to not proceed with the plan, unable to accept that it will be responsible for the death of those who did not deserve it yet again.

Y/N's mind: Just avoid them Y/N, they're not real.

The attacks begun. The Danmaku fighter tossed many stars in his direction while the corpses charged ahead. Those projectiles too reminded him of yet another person, the witch that has lost her ally and fled with sorrow and a broken body. He was fighting against his own doubts, a duel which was one-sided.

Jenna: I'll guess we'll do it ourselves, stubborn parasite.

Rushing across the field, Y/N calmly estimated a path to reach the cause of this hallucination without stumbling into them. First, he performed a swift dash to the right and rolled on the ground to avoid the rapier aimed at him. Still on the floor, he swung his left arm and parried a kick coming from Jenna, the melee expert.

...However, it made him realize that the hit that he barely blocked was much more real than he anticipated. He came out of the clash with no bruises but a lot of questions. Nonetheless, he jumped back on his feet and pushed further, deflecting the bright stars raining from above. Unlike him, the ghosts of his mind phased through them and desperately attempted to reach him.

Clownpiece: H-Hey, that's cheating, you can't just block it!

Y/N: Taste your own medecine before complaining.

Lowering his head, he grazed the sword that Clara was carrying with her. Finally emerging from the barrage of lights, the fumes that he was carrying with his outfit remained strong and ready to be used by their owner.

Clownpiece: You can't even reach me, this is too easy.

Y/N: Then 'surprise'.

He raised of his arms in her direction and a loud 'pop' echoed around. The reason of said noise were the confetti flying everywhere in the air around the girl floating above him. At first glance, it seemed like a joke of low quality but none of the participants were smiling. The culprit of the surprise spun around to confront his own nightmares and the clown slowly looked down at her body.

...There, inside her outfit, many cuts were made by the confetti like they were sharp as razor blades. From the wounds, blood was slowly seeping out of them, taking away her energy by doing so but not at a fast enough rate to actually matter. It made her acknowledge that he was not playing around, unlike her.