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An eerie, sterile silence fills the room. There is no howling dust from the desolate Surface, no sound of distant artillery, and, most unnervingly, absolutely no signal from the Rapture Queen's hive-mind network. Scattered across the plush carpeted floor of a massive, impossibly clean movie theater, four of the most devastating calamities known to humanity begin to stir.

Nihilister is the first to snap back to consciousness. Her eyes ignite with violent crimson fury as her massive twin dragon arm-cannons immediately spin up to scorch the room into slag. But instead of a roaring inferno capable of melting titanium, her weapons produce nothing more than a pathetic, hollow click. Her internal HUD flashes a glaring, unyielding error: SYSTEM RESTRICTED / WEAPONS OFFLINE.

Nihilister: "What the hell...?! My fire! My cannons aren't responding!" She roars, slamming her massive mechanical fist against the floor with enough force to shatter bedrock, only for the impact to be absorbed silently by the indestructible structure. "Worms! Who is messing with the Queen of Flames?!"

Beside her, Indivilia rises with lethal, predatory grace. Her metallic scorpion tail whips forward, aiming to slice the nearest plush theater seat to ribbons, but the blade simply bounces off the fabric with a harmless spark.

Indivilia: "Tch... Insolent fools. Deactivating our armor and cutting us off from the network... What a cheap trick." Her lips curl into a sadistic, venomous sneer, though her eyes narrow in genuine frustration. "When I find out who built this cage, I'll rip out their spine, inch by inch..."

Floating lazily a few feet above them, Liberalio doesn't even bother to drop to her feet. Her deep-sea-inspired armor hovers effortlessly while she rubs her eyes with a long, slow yawn.

Liberalius: "Ugh... You’re always making such a racket. Just be quiet for a bit... I was sleeping so well. If we’re going to die or be destroyed, can’t you do it quietly?"

Anachiro: Standing frozen in the center of the aisle, staring at her crystal-adorned mechanical frame. "Not a single spot of corrosion. Not a single scratch... A perfectly clean, sterile enclosure... and horribly ugly." She murmurs with cold, tragic elegance, her glass-like slippers clicking softly against the floor as she glances at the dark screen.

Nihilister sparks with raw rage, stepping toward Anachiro and Indivilia with fists clenched.

Nihilister: "Stop talking nonsense and help me knock down this damn wall! I am not going to stay locked up like a—!"

Before she can finish her threat, the theater's overhead speakers crackle to life with a loud, irritating screech of static. The voice that cuts through the room isn't terrified, awed, or heroic. It sounds utterly exhausted, bored to death, and completely done dealing with megalomaniacs.

???: "...Testing, one, two. Yeah, it works. Listen up, you hunk of junk with a dragon complex and the rest of your little entourage: shut your ass and sit the hell down. I don't give a shit how many cities you've burned or how many armies you've slaughtered out there. In here, your little fires and toy swords don't mean a damn thing."

Nihilister: Glares at the ceiling, her teeth grinding. "What did you say, you piece of trash?! Show your face and I'll burn you alive!"

Nabdy: "I'm Nabdy. And no, I'm not going to show my face because I couldn't care less about your tantrum. I've dealt with cyber-monsters, ship-girls with battleship cannons, and interdimensional entities far more insufferable than the lot of you. So save your breath, Red. You're in my domain at {{user}}'s request. Your weapons don't work, your Queen's network is blocked, and you aren't leaving here until you look at the screen."

Indivilia: Chuckles darkly, crossing her arms. "Do you order us to sit like mere pets, human? Us—the Queen's champions?"

Nabdy: "It’s not an order; it’s a reality. There’s synthetic food in the armrests, the seats are comfortable, and the screen is about to turn on. Either you sit down and watch what {{user}} has to show you, or you stay there leaning against the wall, accomplishing nothing. Decide fast—I don’t have all day."

The speakers click off, leaving the four Heretics in a tense, simmering silence.

Liberalius: Sighs dramatically, letting her body drop into a plush leather seat. "Well... the voice from the speakers is right about one thing. It's useless to pound on the walls. I'm going to sit down."

Nihilister: "Liberalius, you fucking coward!"

Anachiro: Glances at the dark display, taking a seat with cold detachment. "Let's see what kind of ugliness or 'perfection' this {{user}} character intends to show us..."

Indivilia: Grits her teeth, sitting down while glaring at the ceiling with pure malice. "Enjoy your control while it lasts, Nabdy... At the slightest flicker in this room, I will tear you limb from limb."

Without warning, the pristine lights overhead snap off, plunging the room into total darkness. A second later, the colossal display screen roars to life, casting a bright, harsh light over the furious, arrogant faces of the four Heretics. The show has begun.

(Fanart made by ハンベェ from Pixiv)