[MISSION] Of Extra Dorms and a Sense of Belonging

On this mission by RC 🤘 against yet another hilariously overpowered Gary Stu, Inasuke has a dilemma. Featuring a cameo from a new recruit.

Contains minor spoilers for the game (chapter 5 onwards). Additional warning for swearing.

The fic cited/referenced in this story, titled "ice cold", doesn't fully belong to SY_kun as it contains large amounts of copied/retreaded canonical content, but they're welcome to whatever they've actually created.

The following text is a work of parody/satire that contains literary analysis.

Prologue

It was hard to make friend with a guy that could literally give you hypothermia with just standing beside him. [m/n] Frostbite. You are the Dorm Leader of Deighfrysa dorm, a big-ass ice castle residing in the winter part of the school. You had bright white hair and a pale complexion, yet your eyes were mesmerizable icy blue. Your eyes add color to your normally dull and pale figure yet the cost was that everyone who met your gaze would not want to get associated with you. The first time you entered Nights Raven College, you wanted to make friends with a lot of people. But once they get a hold of your true hierarchy and who you were, they'd treat you like royalty and would never talk so freely to you, more like servants forced to talk to their highness.

"Just the beginning and there are far too many problems here! Why is there an extra dorm? Leona is a prince, Kalim is an aristocrat, Malleus is a future king; stop acting like you're special! Holy macaroni, is this guy in a constant state of overblot or something? How can someone this dangerous be allowed to be out and about, let alone head a dorm? I mean seriously, this bloke will eventually kill a student or two if he keeps gambolling around freezing people by looking at them," the 145 cm brown-haired agent in school-wide ceremonial dress uniform ranted at the sight of the you-dummy, now in the form of the Elsa-based Gary Stu, strolling down the hallway blowing cold air in his wake like a living air conditioner at kowtowing generic students.

"Dang, yer becomin' real pro now, aincha," Urato, also in ceremonial dress, said between shivering and clacking his teeth. Nights Raven College the mini-Overblotting Crowley on his shoulder was shaking as well. "So much fer callin' it a 'stupid continuum' n' sayin' ya don't play games anymore, eh?"

"I only play because of Grim. You gotta admit, he's cute," Inasuke said. "Okay, and Vil. I hardcore agree with everything he says in chapter 5; there's power in cuteness too, you know."

"Dang, ya done chapter 5 in one day? Mad respect, bruh!"

As a few canon students were compelled by Stufluence into calling [m/n] Ice King and heaping various flavours of praise on his over-the-top cold powers, the agents alternated between coughing, sneezing and shuddering even from outside the room. "B-besides, what's this Evil Elsa the Ice Queen AU that the intel report speaks of, and w-will it b-be explained soon? All I know and care is that Elsa is s-still not p-part of the Disney Villains franchise, and thus shouldn't have a dorm based on her! Move yourself and your unnecessary dorm to Royal Sword Academy where you belong!" Inasuke whinged, while Urato couldn't get a word in due to his partner's enthusiasm.

It was not without a reason that Inasuke became such. After that memorable boys' day out, he came to a realization: there was not a single fandom that all four Demonly Kings were in. In all their four-man missions until then, there was always at least one of them having little to no knowledge of the continuum – Nutcracker, Tinker Bell, Gintama. How did this come to be?

"Guess we'll never enjoy 'nythin' together then."

"Momotchi plays dis game too, 's well as TouRabu 'n a few others. Why dontcha try playin' some'a her stuff?"

Urato's words in their previous mission made Inasuke think deeply. The four were next-door neighbours, they met everyday and they had been together through thick and thin; they were friends, clearly and undeniably so. And yet…

Eventually, you gave up and gave Crowley a stink eye. "You're so uncool. So. Un. Cool."

"And you're rude," Inasuke quipped, hugging Mall-chan tightly to alleviate the cold whereas Kamil tried to burrow into his hair.

two

The first chapter was a boring handful of minutes that, much to Urato's annoyance, retreaded canonical events again as well as tossed out the baffling reveal that the Stu and Malleus know each other since kids ("Malleus is lit'rally thousands o' years old, how da hell izzat possible? 'Sides, it's Lilia who knows 'im best, not yer fuckin' Stu ass," Urato exclaimed). Now, the agents were in the Stu's noncanonical dorm watching him interact with two OCs, Firn Heims and Bliz Khione. After Urato charged for having two vice-heads and implying the Stu dorm has more students than any canon dorm, Inasuke said, "So we've had a weepy punk-rocker Sue in Tinker Bell, three murderous yandere in Strawberry Shortcake, and now this. Why are so many Sues obsessed with clashing with the universe they're in?"

"Dunno man," Urato said, Raven Night College and RNC toying with his fox ears. "I guess fittin' in just ain't cool enough. Dey dunno how ta be memorable n' unique, so dey just be gunnin' for bein' special and standin' out and bein' stronger n' powerfuller than anyone n' everyone, da laws o' da universe be damned. If dey're all unique n' cool in deir own ways but still live in harmony with 'chother n' da universe just like da canon characters, then we ain't needa be here."

"If they don't bother to fit in with their world or want to belong in it, then why don't they just leave?"

As soon as Inasuke finished, something occured to him. His own words applied as much to him as they did to the Stu; he had three friends, but there wasn't many efforts on his part to fit in with them. Momoka in particular was nothing but helpful and supportive, he claimed to idolize her, and yet…

The scene change came with an abruptness that toppled the agents to the dusty floor. They'd just finished DORKSing themselves into school uniforms, Savanaclaw for Urato and Heartslabyul for Inasuke, when the Stu-possessed dummy strolled into Ramshakle dorm (at which point a mini-Overblotting Grim appeared) looking for "Mall-chan", encountered the canonical player character, and froze a couch as soon as he sat on it. Sick of everything, Urato decided to skip the chapter, but not before remarking, "Malleus ain't yer fuckin' friend, so stop fuckin' callin' him dat!"

three

Kalim's best friend is Jamil, not yer fuckin' Stu ass. Ya keep yer nasty hands offa Riddle. FYI, his best friend is TREY, not ya mudderfuckah! read the angry scribblings collected in Urato's notebook.

While the fic was still yet boring and nothing baffling would come along to interrupt yet, the formless narrator shall continue telling Inasuke's story. All the aforesaid thoughts he had after the previous mission eventually lead him to do the unthinkable – he took Urato's advice. However, it wasn't easy. Touken Ranbu was obviously out – traditional Japanese culture and aesthetics were not his cup of tea. Onmyōji likewise. Identity V was straight-up horror, plus he had no faith in his PvP abilities. Thus, only one option was left – it was Disney, it had a cute animal in the cast, he played it before. Thus, against his professed dislike, he downloaded the app again.

In less than a day, he came to tolerate and then love the game. Obviously Grim kept him going, but there were other things that came to appeal to him – the art, the music, the fashion, the story and characters. Not only that, let us not forget how he found the truth, the answer, the raison d'être as he progressed through arc 5, to the point of immediately declaring Vil his hero. That beauty and strength were not mutually exclusive, that a man could be petite and cute and no less a man was a lesson that he related to deeply.

He belonged in his circle of friends a bit more, and he discovered a new continuum that he liked. One could assume this was a win-win situation.

seven

Among the crowded classroom, a red-haired fox-eared Savanaclaw student and a brown-haired Heartslabyul student sat next to one another, but they were neither paying attention to the lesson nor taking notes. In the notebook of the fox-eared one was the following writing: Riddle ain't yer fuckin' boyfriend, ya piecesa shit! How da fuck werya childhood friends with Malleus, Kalim n' Riddle adda same time? They're from 3 different ̶c̶o̶u̶n̶t̶r̶i̶e̶s̶ CONTINENTS, ya moron!

Both agents were dangerously close to reaching the non-magical equivalent of overblot, but something else came along that blew the rest out of the water. The teacher, Mozus Trein, called the Stu up to explain his own family magic.

"Magic... were usually emitted from magic stones, that is what we all know. However, there are some instances where witches and wizards...or any magical being, could conjure up magic without the use of these stones. […] The Frostbite family's magic was special because it was a gift given by the witches of the east as a blessing for inviting them to dinner and that led to a peaceful connection between the two kingdoms. […] Most magic users draw magic from these stones and use their minor magical energy that is stored in the center of a human's body. But with our family, our magic is deeply connected to our core, meaning we can use magic with or without these magical stones and without decreasing our magical energy at a fast pace..."

"Nonsense! All of it is nonsense!" at this point, Inasuke had had it and stood up shouting in the middle of the class. Raven Night's College the mini-Overblotting Crowley and Heatslabyul the mini-Overblotting Riddle hissed at the Stu from his desk. "For breaking the most fundamental laws of the Twisted Wonderland universe, you are under arrest!"

The class broke into noise at his interruption. The Stu however had a different reaction – he smirked. "You guys are so uncool," he smugly said. "Are you jealous of my family powers?"

"Shut up! We are after you for your crimes against fanfiction and Twisted Wonderland canon!" Inasuke continued amidst the stares of the class and the teacher. "You are charged with creating an extra dorm for no reason; being a useless tagalong who doesn't contribute to the story; getting away with power incontinence to the point of endangering other students; failure to understand how magic works in this universe; making other people call you a king and give you special treatment; creating minis…"

"And fuckin' plagiarizin' da original story again! Gah, how I hate dat so much!" Urato added. "Claimin' ta be best friends with canons who already have best friends, thus messin' up deir backstory; brainwashin' Riddle n' makin' 'im yer boyfriend; slappin' a stupid nickname on Malleus; almost makin' PPC agents sick with yer stupid ice powers; bein' really fuckin' annoyin'…"

"… and being a Gary Stu!" both said. Urato cracked his knuckles and Inasuke drew a kitchen knife from the Bag – just like Momoka. They charged down the aisle screaming like berserkers, minis following suit, but it wasn't easy. The Stu just exhaled a tad forcefully and instantly turned the classroom into a freezer: ground and desks covered in snow, sharp icicles hanging precariously from the ceiling, everyone's limbs frozen in ice blocks. The class was thrown into utter panic.

"Damn," Urato spat. "Dis overpowered piecesa shit!"

"Ugh, not again?" Inasuke said, the terrified minis partially encased in ice blocks under his feet. "This makes an extra charge of physically harming PPC agents and minis. Now what are we gonna do? If only we've prepared first!"

Before the panic could escalate, a surprise was in store for them. From behind them, a familiar voice said loudly, clearly, firmly, "Off with Your Head."

Not even a blink later, a heart-shaped, black-and-red collar appeared around the Stu's neck. Of course, no matter how hard he exhaled, blew his nose, coughed, spat, did anything at this point, none of his Stuish ice powers would come out. Too wrapped up in his own speshulness, he forgot his greatest weakness: his powers could still be simply disabled by ways of Riddle Rosehearts's unique magic. Urato and Inasuke looked in awe at the Heartslabyul dorm head showing up behind them, but he didn't heed them.

As the Stu's magic was disabled, the Stufluence had also worn off. The ice and snow covering the classroom disappeared, freeing everyone.

"The basest of all regulations pertaining to this school says you are not to use magic to resolve personal conflicts," Riddle said. "King of 'the North' or no, as long as you attend this school, you must follow its rules. Unauthorized use of magic of this calibre, consider it a mercy that you're only getting beheaded for this."

"Aww, but aren't you my cuddle buddy?" the Stu drawled. "Are you teasing me? Your not gonna really do this to me, right?"

"Silence!" Riddle shouted, face quite literally red as a tomato. "You do have nerve, thinking you can seduce your way out of accountability! Now I remember, you've also built an extra dorm without permission from school administration, have you not? In all my schooling life, never have I seen such egregious rule-breaking!"

"Okay, okay, dorm head, dat's 'nuff. Lemme just make quick work o' dis asshole," Urato said. The minis swarmed the Stu and tackled him to the floor, then with one powerful punch delivered to the back of the head by the buff agent, the Stu slumped lifeless before shrinking back into a soft yellow cube, which Inasuke promptly stashed away.

No one else in the room including Riddle and Trein understood what was going on, but they needed not to. With both his own and his partner's eyes covered, Inasuke held high his magical pen – really a neuralyzer in disguise.

On the Main Street of NRC's main campus that day, an explosion went off. An uncanonical statue of a Disney Princess was reduced to smithereens, but no ruckus was made. The healing effects of canon erased all evidence of the destruction; to all students and faculty, no eighth statue ever existed in the first place.

After the agents had made absolutely sure the Stu dorm was empty, pandemonium began. With gasoline and a match, the dorm was lit on fire; the agents kicked back and watched the uncanonical building drowned in a sky-high inferno, like Akechi Mitsuhide might have watched the demise of Honnō Temple and his enemy inside.

The former inhabitants of the dorm crowding behind them however didn't feel so cathartic. "Oi, what did you do to our dorm?" said one of the Stu's former helpers. "Where are we going to stay?"

Firn Heims, you're in Scarabia, and Bliz Khione, you're in Ignihyde. You neither belong to nor know of a nonexistent dorm, nor are you vice-heads. You've never served a raging Gary Stu and you've never known us; from now on, continue to attend NRC as non-canon characters.

The Reality Room was a bit crowded that day – a whole "re-entrance ceremony" was held there for the OCs and generics evacuated from the Stu dorm prior to its destruction, sorting them into canon dorms. However, rather than being greeted and shown to their dorms by dorm heads, the characters would be neuralyzed before getting sent back into their universe. After showing new trainee Fáelán how to use the neuralyzer by performing the procedure on the Stu's former sidekicks, Urato and Inasuke left the job to him while they tried to find the way back to their RC among tangled grey corridors.

After they made the wrong turn for the nth time, Inasuke felt his friend's large hand placed on his shoulder. "Oi, if ya don't like da game, ya don't hafta make yerself play it, y'know," Urato said. "I dun care if my friends like different stuff than me. We all like different things, but we still hang out 'gether, right? As I said, we can be unique in our own ways but still live in harmony, ya know."

"It's okay, I genuinely enjoy the game now, and I finally understand Shigisawa-sempai a bit more," Inasuke replied, then with steely resolve, he continued, "I can't wait to mission in this canon again; I want a mini of Vil."

A/N: The book cover for this story is a piece of likely reposted art of Yamanbagiri Kunihiro from TouRabu, joy. The fic as of this writing has a whopping 50 chapters, much of which is retreaded canonical plot with a sprinkling of the Stu's making canon characters fall in love with him for no reason.

Minis:

Nights Raven College
Mall-chan (inappropriate nickname)
Kamil
Raven Night College (adopted by Linstar)
RNC
Ramshakle dorm
Raven Night's College
Heatslabyul

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