“COME AND GET SOME,” Asuka said through the speakers of Eva Unit-02.
Hamlet Omega, the massive monster in front of her, charged straight at her, plunging its innumerable tentacles towards her mecha.
“Have a taste of this!” Madoka summoned a magical rocket launcher and shot a giant pink missile at Walpurgisnacht. It exploded in a blaze of magical energy and pushed Walpurgisnacht a kilometer away from the city. If anything, that would at least save some lives.
El Guante led an army of countless magical girl trainees up the hill and towards Mexico City. The rain was pouring down in a fierce storm, but none of them were daunted. El Guante himself was covered in mud and grime already, but he didn’t care. He had to be the rock, the fixed point around which his trainees would be focused so that they themselves could perform their duties and save Mexico from whatever evils were causing this.
And with a zap, Madoka, Sayaka, Crispina, and Nagisa were back. Asuka was so glad, except for the fact that… none of the trainees were there. And there was another Sayaka whose color palette was very desaturated. And there was a Homura but with short hair and glowing red eye. Two Sayakas certainly wasn’t the worst thing in the world but Asuka was very disconcerted about it.
Don’t forget that I’m always here with you.
Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you.
As long as you remember me, you are not alone.
(Forewarning: This story is NOT a part of The Madoka Series, by Thedude3445; it’s just a standalone fan fiction set during Valentine’s Day.)
Madoka and Homura’s Valentine’s Day Date
This was the perfect spot. It was the greenest, most lush field of grass Homura had seen in a long, long time. Out of everywhere she and Madoka could ever go for Valentine’s Day, this was the best place to go.
Homura laid out on the grass and spread out her limbs.
She felt… happy.
“Where the heck did that Homura chick go?” Sayaka asked loudly and yell-ily. She, Crispina, and Nagisa were still hiding in their super-secret really terrible hidden base, essentially doing nothing for the past hour or two.
“Weren’t you listening?” Crispina scolded. “She said she was going to go save the Madokas. She left before any of us could help us probably because she doesn’t intend on succeeding.”
“That’s rude, morbid, and also lame,” Sayaka said.
“I dunno,” a voice from right behind them said. “It was rude and morbid, but probably completely true.” It was that desaturated villain, Negasayaka! Or Sayakan’t! Her name changed sometimes!
“Well then, let’s get started. Talk.”
Madoka tried to clear her eyes from crying for a really long time. “Man…” she said to the other Madoka in the black hood, Shinigamidoka apparently. “I thought I was going to be crying for a week, but then it turned into a month. I thought certain people were better at keeping consistent schedules than that.”
Kyoko and Asuka sat around at the table, drinking (apple) ciders. It was very quiet with most of the team gone to some strange alternate universe with which they had no direct line of contact, so they were making the most of it by relaxing and definitely not getting drunk because their drinks were completely non-alcoholic.
Asuka wasn’t entirely sure how Kyoko felt at the moment. She seemed happy, but she wasn’t sure… “Kyoko, how are you right now?”
“Eh?” Kyoko seemed confused.