> Satori: Read fanfiction.
Leaving Madoka sheltered by a barrier of her magical ribbons, Mami charged into the fray and made her entrance with poise and skill. Producing dozens of rifles, she twirled across the surreal landscape, blowing away the horde of familiars that attacked her with pinpoint accuracy and flawless execution. "My body feels so light," she thought. "This is the first time I've felt so happy fighting. There's no longer any need to fear."
The familiars dispatched, she struck a dramatic pose and returned to Madoka, who looked up at her in glowing admiration. Taking Madoka's hand, they ran towards the final door of the witch's maze.
"Because I'm not alone."
The witch's innermost sanctum was a bizarre sight, with a floor made of fluffy white cream and enormous, sumptuous-looking desserts towering over the landscape. It would almost seem inviting, were one not to know the truth of what was inside.
Mami and Madoka spotted Sayaka and QB hiding behind a giant donut, and rushed to their side. "Sorry for the wait," called Mami. "You made it," Sayaka said, relieved. Mami didn't have a moment's rest, however, before QB piped in, directing her attention across the frosted expanse. "Be careful, it's coming."
In the center of the room, at one of the many towering tables dotting the landscape, the witch appeared. With an appearance as unimposing as her maze, she seemed like a stuffed animal, wrapped up in a red cloak too big for her and sporting a poofy polka-dot collar. Mami pieced together her name from the witch's runes floating about the room: "Charlotte". Charlotte fluttered down and sat at one of the chairs, as if a queen sitting at a throne, but seeming more like a doll put in place for a child's tea party.
Mami wasted no time upending the witch from her seat, snapping the legs at the base with her rifle. "Sorry to ruin your big entrance," she said as Charlotte tumbled towards the ground. Mami swung the butt of her rifle into Charlotte, knocking her across the room like a rag doll. Seeing her hit the wall, Mami then fired a barrage of bullets into her body. Charlotte fell to the ground, motionless. Mami approached, pressed the barrel of her rifle into the side of Charlotte's head, and pulled the trigger. Out of the hole sprang Mami's magical ribbons, raising the witch's body into the air for her final attack. Mami transformed her rifle into a giant cannon, and fired one last shot. "Tiro Finale!" As the final bullet left a gaping hole in Charlotte's body, she seemingly collapsed in on herself...and then changed completely.
Erupting from Charlotte's mouth came a gargantuan winged black serpent, spotted with polka-dots and wearing a cartoonish grin on its frilled face. In a split second, it raced across the room to look a bewildered Mami right in the eyes. Mami froze, and her moment of hesitation would be the end of her. The witch parted her jaws.
But at the last moment, a giant fork that had been sitting in the background earlier sailed across the battlefield and slammed into the witch's side. Impaled and carried by the weight of it, Charlotte was pinned to the wall, and jerked about in pain as she attempted to free herself.
Everyone was dumbfounded, and looked in the opposite direction to see the source. Standing there was a magical girl none of them had ever seen before, with wavy purple hair and a look on her face that seemed aloof, but with intensity in her eyes. Curiously, her body was encircled by long red cords, each connecting to a large eyeball hovering beside her shoulder. Her hand was outstretched towards the witch, as if she had literally thrown the fork.
"Who are you?" asked Mami. Just then, the room shook, and it seemed Charlotte would free herself. In response, the magical girl raised her hand to the air, and with it, one of the gigantic pineapples littered about was levitated off the ground. The girl swung her hand down, and the pineapple slammed onto the witch's head, dizzying her for a moment.
"My name is Satori," the girl finally spoke. "I'm here to help."
Mami slapped the sides of her head and composed herself, aiming her rifle at Charlotte. However, Satori stopped her. "Wait. There is much about witches you do not know." Satori started walking towards Charlotte, and took her third eye into her hands, pointing it at the writhing witch. "Let me show you the truth of what's in the witch's heart."
Although Satori had everyone's attention, Madoka couldn't help but notice how vexed QB seemed at this development...You think this one has real potential, although it does necessitate stealing Madoka's thunder a bit. But that's okay, this story is just for you.
> Consider published fanfiction.No. No no no no no no no. Nobody can ever find out you wrote these. Well, except Koishi. But only because she was doing it first. You and her used to exchange stories. Your sister's self-inserts were always clumsily written, but the fact that they were so campy made them fun to read.
A while ago, you asked her if she had written anything in the time since she had left the palace.
Oh, well. Times change.
Now, you write these purely for yourself. It's pure self-indulgence, and a comforting escape. With all the exciting stories you read, you can't help but imagine what you would do if you were inside them. Your fanfiction is basically just your daydreams put on paper. You just want to imagine yourself caught up in a whirlwind of adventure, instead of idling your days away alone in the palace. Is that so wrong?
Well, you guess it is, since you can't let anybody find out. But whatever. It can just be your little secret.
Your published works are far more academic in nature, and largely on your matters of expertise, such as psychological analysis or caring for pets. You HAVE published a few short novels, but they haven't done well. Yuugi read one and it said it went over her head.
> Examine posters.
You love magical girls!! They use their powers to punish evil, heal broken hearts, and do it all while still living their day-to-day lives and caring for their family at home. Even better, they look beautiful while doing it. It's every ideal you wish you could live up to.
You like to read a lot of shoujo in general, actually; every once in a while you like to get liquored up and curl up with some trashy romance manga. You try not to do it too often though. That stuff is literary junk food, and you need to stay professional and well-read.
> _[ sorry for the lack of updates, gonna try to get back on track and update again quickly ]
