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Who: Madotsuki, YOU
Where: Anywhere
When: Backdated to July 19th
What: The dreamer explores her new world.
Warnings: Stabbing-prone child.

There was only one door in the nexus. Different, but not unusual. The door was new, in red and black. She went.

A classroom. Empty, a scrawl of notes on the board, left over from a class that would never be in attendance. An eraser sat underneath, teasing a teacher's laziness as she read the gibberish: FORWARD TILT SIDE SMASH LEDGE ATTACK DOWN AERIAL UP THROW. A cheat code? She grasped the eraser, thumbs twitching over it, UUDDLRLRAB. Classic, simple, accessible. Reaching as far up as she could, she erased the bottom half of the code. Nothing happened. She needed height. Later.

She walked to the window. A big city with purple scratches over the sky, like a big cat had run its claws through the stratosphere. Her eraser made little clouds of choking dust as she patted it against the windowsill. Was that a new one? It didn't feel like a new one. She left it tehre.

There were doors. More classrooms? Hallways? She'd look around.

A small, quiet, unfamiliar girl stepped into the halls of Smash Academy, her eyes shut tight as she looked around.

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Ecolo has taken a habit of wandering around places as well. Fun never stayed in one place, he had learned, and he would go to wherever fun was. That was what Ecolo was doing at the moment too: looking for something fun to do. And when you're trying to have fun, you end up talking to the first person you run across.

When Ecolo noticed Madotsuki looking around the classrooms, he approached her without a second thought.

"Hello, braided-hair girl! Do you know anything fun we can do~?"

In turn, she did not look twice at the ethereal shadow that rushed alongside her, beyond the natural tensing of muscles that came with any approaching entity. The shadow was noisy. Insolent. She kept walking, without missing a step.

"I do." Her voice was a soft rasp. "It's called the quiet game."

"Quiet game, huh? Okay!" Ecolo went quiet after that, but he didn't move away from Madotsuki. Instead, he trailed after her quietly, floating in air as he did.

It didn't take long for Ecolo to start making weird faces and poses in silent, though. For a shadow, he sure didn't know how to stay quiet.

She'd never gotten to suggest it before. The quiet game was only ever offered to bothersome people. Most bothersome people knew to stay quiet around her already. Still, the shadow played. Poses and faces, she could handle. Once or twice, she stuck her tongue out right back at him.

A shadow in the halls of a school, begging for games. Someplace it was not wanted, needed but rejected, incessantly following even after silenced. Lost, forgotten, strangled in academia. For a few minutes, she accepted her company, for pity and nostalgia.

For a few minutes, and no longer. She wasn't a kid anymore, and such desires to play had no place here. She'd moved beyond them. Also she got bored of it following her. There was one easy way to wash out a shadow.

Madotsuki stopped in her tracks, tapped at her chest, and had a lamppost for a head.

This shadow, however, was not the kind that would disappear from mere light. As the other used one of her abilities, Ecolo gave an exclamation, breaking the silence.

"Wow! You can turn your head into a lamp! That's so cool~" He blinked then, realizing he just lost the quiet game. "Oh no, I broke the game rule! Aww... But you should tell me your name. My name is Ecolo! Nice to meet you~"

A shadow that doesn't know when to leave, yes. That was Ecolo.

Resisting even the brightest light. Did such thoughts ever leave? They hid in a dark corner, sure, but when the light shone in on them, they were merely illuminated, ever hopeful for the return to form.

The light flickered, blinked, then dissipated into a proper head once more. The shadow of innocence could lurk and clamor and hope, but it couldn't come back. She had no use for it, and it didn't remember her.

She kept walking, without a word.

"Oh, is it that you don't have a name? I'll give you one!" Ecolo didn't mind the cold shoulder one bit; he always did whatever he wanted after all, and he'll come and go as he pleases.

"Hmmm. Maybe Miss Braids! I think that's a nice name~!" The shadow proceeded to speak, "so why are you wandering around here, Miss Braids? Are you lost~?"

That was not her name. Her hair shimmered, braids unweaving, dying into a golden yellow as it fell down her back. She was not defined by him, or by anyone, but herself.

"I'm here because I am. I'll be here until I'm somewhere else." There could be no lost when there was no destination, but figments had some difficulty grasping that around here. "Do people get lost here? That's all they ask."

"Wow now you're Miss Blondy! What other things can you turn into?" He gave a pause as he considered her question, tilting his head to the side.

"People being lost usually wander around, looking at things and places. I like to wander around too, so I guess I'm lost too! Being lost is fun, since you can pick up new fun things to do."

He floated around as he spoke, and stopped in front of her. "Do you like fun things?"

"I can turn into all the things I'm not." She ran a hand over a lock of the golden hair, long and silky and pretty. "But not your entertainment."

He made it sound like she was lost, but also as if that weren't bad. It made it harder to discern just how annoyed she should be. His getting in her path certainly added to it, at least.

"I like things." She could at least allow herself that much. "I don't know about fun."

"Don't know about fun? But you like things because they're fun, right?" Ecolo tilted his head, folding his shadow-y hands across his chest. "If it's not fun, you wouldn't like it, right?"

It was strange, to hear someone speak as if they didn't know about fun.

She tilted her head as well, opposite him. Now who was the shadow? "I like things... that aren't bad." Her head rolled back a bit, as she thought it over further. "Or stupid." Yes, that sounded about right. Fun didn't usually come into the equation, by her experience. "But fun is... neither of those things, so..."

"Hmm, I guess some people might say the things that are fun are bad things too. My fun always makes someone get upset. But I get her attention and that's also fun." Ecolo replied. "But I don't know much about stupid things. What kind of things would be stupid?"

"Stupid things... are dumb." Her brow furrowed. So many things were stupid, it was hard to sum them up properly. Summaries were stupid, too. "They don't have a point, or do anything interesting. Like... like asking questions." Her frown deepened. She didn't need to explain herself. She shouldn't have to.

"But you know, you can't get new things to learn if you don't start with questions!" Ecolo replied, his face returning to his usual smile. "Get a question, and then try out all the things that might answer it! You get to find all the things you like to do, and then maybe even more!"

That's how he almost buried an entire world with strange-looking jellies before. At least what he got out was being able to talk to other people during that whole fiasco.

"But if you don't like getting questions from me, then maybe you can ask me questions!"

"I'm not interested in you." His smile made her frown grow even further. She didn't like something so happy. She didn't like something happier than her.

"I know all about you already. You think if I ask you something, you can tell me things? I can figure it out myself! I won't let you be in charge." She jabbed a finger at the mark on the top of his gross gloopy head. "You're all made up of questions! I won't feed you! You don't need more! You'll get fat!"

Her blonde hair dissolved back into braids as she ballooned out, fat bulking out her gut and cheeks and thighs. "No one likes a fatty. You'll swallow up all the questions and everything will be a big fat shadow, with no answers, 'cause it's too dark to see."

Ecolo gave a laugh in response to that.

"Me? Getting so fat that everyone can't see? I dunno if that should be fun or not! It wouldn't be fun for me, but maybe it'd be fun to see people run into each other!" Ecolo replied between laughs. "Getting so fat that I take up so much space would be the last thing ever. Usually I'm not supposed to even be seen by anyone anyways~!"

"There's a lot of things people shouldn't see. There's a lot of things people don't see."

Her fat melted away with her anger.

"Maybe you consumed them already."

She started walking off again.

"True, true. Some people don't try to see some things around them." Ecolo's voice seemed to have gotten mellow during that moment, letting himself go quiet for a moment. But he returned to his usual goofy self after that silence.

"But I don't eat things up like that~! That's not what I do anyways! I make things and people go into other worlds, not eat them myself~!"

"Other people don't need to do that. I have my worlds."

She scuffed her shoes along the floor as she walked, knitting her fingers together behind her back.

"Unless you're a spaceship. I don't need more doors, but spaceships are okay."

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