[ANNI-24] Anni 2024 - 2 Scramble (Rare)

“Now…who’s next? Heeehehehe~”

It puts it’s free hand on it’s hip, their other twirling their signature hunting knife with frightening ease... Odin Okita-hime Ophelia Onoskelis Opeth—or better and notoriously known as OH NO! for short—surveys the city below them, floating over their “recruitment territory” with a manic, gleeful gaze. Mother had made OH NO! special after all; she was depending on them, foisting extra love and attention on crafting them when she had made them a “Rare.” Or at least—that’s what OH NO! believed after all, proudly flaunting it’s sparkling, pink and white meat, and beautifully grotesque, fleshy wings... And with BEING so beloved by the Mother Crab came extra responsibility; recruitment. Conquering. Assimilation.

…and if OH NO! got a little overzealous when it came to the cause and happened to kill a few potential hosts in the process, well, what of it? That just proved they weren’t strong enough to be Mignyans—and OH NO! couldn’t risk their hunting and combat skills getting rusty either, now could they!

Unblinking glowing white eyes stare out from behind its mask, and OH NO! descends, paws touching down upon the earth with a surprising daintiness—at amusing odds with their massive, muscular form. Where the Uncommons fell into middle management-like duty in furthering the cause, and most Commons simply struggled to survive long enough to acquire a host, Rares had a bit more freedom of choice in what they did with their duties; and how creative they could get with them. (This of course, being another madman-fueled delusion of OH NO!, who had no more proof of the Mother Crab favoring it than any other Mignyan did—but the power of OH NO!’s ego and its obsessive devotion to their Mother was a near-boundless thing, so believe these things it did, for better or for worse.)

It saunters up to the nearest sidewalk, lured by the sounds of celebration—and thus, distraction. If OH NO! had a mouth to grin with, they would. A Halloween house party, hm? They’d fit right in then…at least until the killing started—such was Mother’s dark and loving burden…

Let’s hope they all love a good horrorshow…the Final Girl is, and always would be OH NO! with no exception.