I believe I may be going insane.

As such, I'm going to write down my thoughts as best I can, to catalog my findings of my...predicament.

This had been...an off day. It was the first day of a con in L.A., And I'll be arsed if I can actually fucking remember what the con itself was called. This was special in one such way, however. It was a work months in the making, both in physical condition and in personal craftsmanship.

I finished a costume, months prior. A Japanese school uniform, designed to be a genderbent version of the one worn by the main character in the anime Kill La Kill. It was after I was finished that the real work began. I had to shape my body to fit it perfectly. Four months of a strict diet, and an even stricter work out routine. By yesterday, I had achieved my goal, sculpting my body into a chiseled statue of appearance. Whats the point of wearing cosplay if you don't look good doing it, am I right?

Anyway, I digress. I went to the con, I got a bunch of people that recognized my outfit, and actually got to pose with quite a few babes rocking the traditional Senketsu fuku(girls uniform). It was fun. It was only near the middle of the day that my sanity decided to take a dive out a window.

I found this stand, like where you can buy stuff from, you know? There was this creepy guy selling stuff, but I didn't pay it any mind. Why? Because the fucking bastard had the perfect fucking thing for my goddamn costume! A holster, and a replica of the scissor knife Ryuko used in the series. But like, the scissor scissor type! I realize the way I have worded this may confuse anyone who happens to find this diary, and is currently reading it.

In the show, she had a giant scissor blade. Her father had made a giant pair of scissors, out of a material called life fibers, for the explicit purpose of cutting through other life fibers. Something about a cutting motion coming from one side wouldn't halt life fiber regeneration, but from both sides could actually stop it. You watch the show and see if you could understand it any better. Anyway, for a majority of the series, Ryuko only uses one half of these scissors, because one of the bad guys has the other half.

Now, these scissors could do some pretty weird stuff, like fold out additional sections for added length. Or fold up so that Ryuko could actually carry it around in her pocket. In this state, they looked like the same scissors, only normal scissor size.

Of course, I had to have this. I hadn't been able to find anything like this previously, and I had no desire to carry around a sword sized scissor for the entire day, so I had initially vetoed that option. Same went for the container she carried it around in for the first few episodes.

I asked the shady looking guy how much, and he explained that it was $30. I, being the gullible fuckwit that I am, agreed and handed over my greenbacks. I grabbed my purchase, and I immediately felt sick. I doubled over, thinking I was going to be spewing my lunch all over the floor and my stupidly complicated to make boots.

But then I felt fine. I straightened back up, and realized I was straddling a motorcycle, outside of what looked like a high school. The second thing I noticed was that my outfit had changed. I initially thought I had passed out and someone had dressed me up in a sailor fuku as a joke.

That's when I noticed a crucial point, that tipped this from me getting punked, to the reason for my belief that I may be losing my mind.

I had breasts. Not fat titties like I had had only a few years previous from my Mcdonalds and other fast foods diet of horribleness, but, perky, round, sensitive breasts. My waist was tapered like an hourglass, showing clearly from under the suspenders that attached my top to the skirt I found myself wearing. Reaching a tentative hand between my legs, I found I had changed there as well.

I had never been the most well endowed of individuals, but I had never been quite this bad off.

I had found myself in a foreign location, wearing a girls outfit, and with my actual body being that of a girls. For what I was experiencing, I managed to hold my shit together pretty damn well. I parked the bike(my bike? I woke up on it, and although I hadn't ridden one in years, it was simple to get back into the groove.) and decided to explore my surroundings better. That, and I hoped that if this really was a school- like all the teenagers milling about would suggest,- that there would be a lost and found I could hopefully pilfer a pair of pants from.

I actually manged to find a pair of denim shorts about my size, they fit pretty damn well once I found a belt to go with them. I found a leather jacket somebody had managed to lose(seriously, you lose a leather jacket, you think you would at least check the lost and found) and donned it, thoroughly shielding my embarrassment from the world.

Next, I wandered the halls. This school was built by someone crazy, there's a shitton of hallways that just end in dead ends, and craptons of them have barely any lighting!

At the end of one such dead end dimly lit hallway, I found an empty bathroom. It was a single room co-ed bathroom, a grimy urinal that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years was set into a wall, and the toilet paper holder next to the toilet was empty. All in all, it was horrible. But empty, discrete, and thankfully with a mirror that wasn't completely destroyed. It was shot to shit, only half of it wasn't scratched up, but I could still inspect myself more clearly.

What I saw was...troubling. I looked...exactly like Ryuko did, in the anime. black hair with a red highlight framing one side of my face, smooth skin that one might describe as 'alabaster', and an outfit that made my attempt look like a child's first quilt. It was my appearance that prompted my next action.

I grasped the nob on the glove on my right hand. With a sharp tug, I slid it on the track until it came free with a metallic ping. I felt as the glove actually slide a needle into my arm, and winced as it greedily began to suck out my blood.

The outfit I wore twitched, and began to writhe with life. With an echoing roar that shook at the walls of the bathroom, that damn outfit came to life, pleading with me to give it more blood. It wasn't like I could just turn off the flow of blood by sticking the pin back in. In short order, it had changed, forming around me in a semblance of a skin tight catsuit. It looked exactly like it did in the show. Thank god I had tried it out in seclusion.

Now, if I was going insane, was this a reflection of my baser desires? Did I truly subconsciously find the idea of being an objectified sexual symbol to be an attractive possibility? No, I refuse to accept that. I've always found pride in my appearance, never finding any need to relate to my 'feminine side'. I've never found any attraction towards my own gender, even in passing. I am 100% completely straight. No exceptions.

I digress. I conversed with the now animate outfit, and found out this was the first time 'he'(he sounds male, even if he has no real gender and is the form of a female garb) had been truly awake. He had glimpses of memory relating to Ryuko's father, but nothing more. We went through the same song and dance Ryuko and he had in the first episode. I called him 'Senketsu' offhand, and he asked me why. I just gave him the same explanation Ryuko had, that the name meant 'Fresh blood'. He accepted it readily.

When I asked him, he ended the outfit transformation, returning us to normal. From that point on, he barraged me with questions, relating to where we were, among other things. I tried to explain who I was more clearly, but saying that I was a guy named Richard Donahue in the body of a girl named Ryuko Matoi didn't exactly clear anything up.

Senketsu replied with a quip involving a 'Dick in a girl'. As if I hadn't already heard every joke ever made concerning the shortened form of Richard.

So as of this moment, I am apparently wearing someone. I should feel more creeped out about this, but I think due to the fact that it isn't 'my' body he's currently hugged snug around makes it so it isn't as awkward. And the fact that he is a piece of clothing, it isn't like he's a pervert trying to feel me up.

He's only interested in me for my blood.

Exiting the bathroom, I walked the halls once more. Upon closer inspection of the students walking them I came across a...startling discovery. The student body certainly was a...colorful selection.

And no, that isn't a black joke. There were kids with green skin, orange and purple. Everyone had skin tones that would have been quite at home in the frames of the cartoon Doug. That was when a certain fashion accessory caught my eye. Several students walking past wore not only hairbands with ears sticking up, but pony tails that they wore around their waistbands.

I finally recognized the world I had found myself in.

I was in the world as illustrated by the movie Equestria Girls.

I was at Canterlot High.

Finding the front of the school once more, I could see that a large section of the front entrance had been replaced. This proved to me that I was after the first movie, seeing as the entrance had been destroyed in the climax. I found a display case with a selection of photo's which cemented my suspicions. Within it, was a picture of seven girls, each of them wearing ridiculously over the top outfits, most of them holding an instrument with exception of the pink skinned girl with like hued hair. Kind of hard to hold a drum set, honestly.

These seven were the main characters of the movies, Twilight Sparkle( a purple skinned and purple haired girl, who in her original world was actually a pony princess.), Sunset Shimmer(she had bacon hair! it actually looked like bacon! She also was originally a pony in her world.) Rainbow Dash(a cyan skinned girl, her chest and arms toned with muscle, atop of her head a violent plume of rainbow colored hair swept forth), Applejack(an orange skinned, blonde haired girl with a modified cowboy hat perched jauntily atop her head. The red and green tights she wore stretched visibly, easily showing the muscles of someone used to working on a farm for a living) Fluttershy(she had muted yellow skin, and a giant swathe of pink hair cascading from her crown) Pinkie Pie( a pink haired girl with possible powers over reality, although this was never confirmed in the show or either of the movies), and finally Rarity(a girl with eggshell white skin, and a quaff of purple toned hair she probably spent more than an hour on each morning.)

These seven were shown with the text of 'Rainbooms, Winners of the Battle of the Bands' underneath them. That being considered, I could reason that I had arrived sometime after the second movie. A shame, I would have liked a little bit of future information.

In case you didn't know(supposing I somehow horribly die due to dimensional teleportation or getting turned into a turnip or something) Equestria Girls is a movie series based off of the tv series My Little Pony; Friendship Is Magic. I watched the series ever since the first season, and am a proud brony. I even cosplayed as Discord at a brony con last year (April 2016).

That in itself was a bit odd. Why had I been turned into a copy of Ryuko, and been sent to a world from an entirely different series? It didn't make sense. That being said, the baseline of being turned into a girl was in itself pretty damned odd. I was never a believer in magic of any kind, but this situation has opened my eyes quite a bit.

Again, if I haven't gone insane, and am not currently poking at a table with a carrot thinking I'm writing in a book, while drool trickles out of my mouth before someone comes to tuck me into my restraints for the night.

I really hope it isn't the latter.

I wanted to gain more information on the situation, so I decided to put myself through the grinder. I walked along with a random gaggle of students, and sat down in a classroom. I pulled a phone and headset out of the pocket of the jacket(another reason why I couldn't fathom someone hadn't at least looked for the jacket. The phone was old, but who in their right mind would give up on a headset? I know I would have torn this school apart looking if I had lost a bluetooth headset.) to disguise my interaction with Senketsu. Didn't want everyone calling me the 'crazy guy' after only one day.

I assumed I'd actually be able to get away with this subterfuge, due to how the high school was represented in the movies. The bad guys from both movies had had a ridiculously easy time infiltrating Canterlot High, so someone with...slightly pure motives such as myself should have had an easy time of it.

I was proven correct in my assumptions, none of the students asked any questions, and the dumbass of a teacher didn't even notice he had a new student. He never even called attendance! It was really...boring, though. I'd already finished college, high school English was simply a snorefest.

I put the dead phone in my shorts pocket, putting the headset in my ear after I had cleaned it as best I could. I started talking to Senketsu once again, thoroughly ignoring the teacher as best I could. I wasn't gaining any pertinent information from the teacher himself. I could try asking random students after class if they knew anything about anything weird in the area. I could just leave in the middle of the class, but I didn't want to draw any more attention to myself than I already had.

I failed horribly in that regard.

Who would have ever guessed that talking in class would ever have gained the attention of the teacher? Oh wait, everyone could have seen that coming. As it stood, he took the headset from me and I sorta...snapped. I became enraged that he had touched me without my permission, and I threatened him because of it.

Stupid. I should have kept a lower profile. I had put a spotlight on myself as someone who cowed the teacher in front of the entire class, and caused everyone to avoid my gaze. I wouldn't be getting any information from this batch. I'd have to find an entirely new class to start over in. Seeing no more reason to keep a low profile in this class at least, I just continued talking with Senketsu, even without the aid of the headset. I ignored the teacher, and he did his best to ignore me for the rest of the period.

The next class I clammed up, responding to Senketsu less frequently due to one of the inhabitants of this particular period of math. It was Rainbow Dash. She sat in the row ahead of me, doodling in a notebook when she lost interest in the lesson being given. I shudder to think of what her grades were, given her attitude.

In the hallways between the next class, I got ambushed by Pinkie Pie. Balancing a cupcake on her head, she offered it to me with a smile. Just the thought of something so sweet after months of carefully watching my diet made my stomach do a little roll. I didn't want to be rude, so...

"Sorry Diane, but I really don't feel like having anything sweet right now," I replied, using the name I proffered given her full name. Pinkamena Diane Pie, if you were wondering.

I fucked up royally with just a simple fucking word. I should have just called her Pinkie Pie, or at the very least asked for a name and called her that.

"That's too bad... I made it just for you...say, how'd you know my middle name, new girl?" Pinkie asked, giving me a huge smile as she placed the cupcake back on her head and bouncing on her heels. She continued to smile at me, as I frantically tried to think up a lie.

I thought up the perfect one. Her sister! I could say I heard it from her, and that would be that! "I'm...friends with Maud. Yeah. I must have heard it from her." I thought it was foolproof. I was proven wrong, almost immediately. Pinkie Pie looked past me, and her grin grew even wider, waving to someone behind me.

"Hi Maud!" Pinkie called, flagging her sister from somewhere off behind me. I mentally winced at the indignity of the situation, and tried to ignore Senketsu's silent(to others) laughter.. "I was just talking to your friend? The one you didn't tell me about? How come you didn't tell me you knew the new girl, if I had known I would have thrown you a party!"

New girl? Who the hell was she talking about? I thought she was referring to me in her comments to Maud but...oh...gadamnit. It actually took me this long to figure out why Diane was referring to me like that. Fuck if I ain't the sharpest hammer in the sandbox.

I turned around, and got a better look at this 'Maud'.

Gotta say, I was kinda surprised. She looked almost exactly like she had in the movie, grey-ish skin, light purple eyeshadow peeking out over green orbs, and a light purple bob that hung low almost past her shoulders. I might be ten years older than all these girls, but she was hot. One thing I noticed however, was that she had what looked like scar tissue on her knuckles, like, almost a thick layer of it. I wonder what that was about.

She gave me a blank look, and I thought for sure I was going to be called out on my bullshit. She turned back to Diane, and-

"I just met her today," She told her sister in a bland tone that signified she might be elated. Or horrified. Or experiencing an orgasm. Honestly, her tone was so flat I had trouble telling what the hell was going through her mind.

"I was actually thinking about going to the museum after school to check out their geology section. Would you like to join me?" I... had no idea how to respond to this. Was she making fun of me? I don't think so, actually.

"What? I...yeah, sure, I can't see why not," I replied, trying to think of something I could get out of it, "I didn't have anything important planned or anything. I was just gonna hang around the school, see if I couldn't sniff out any interesting rumors." I brushed my hair out of my eyes. My real reason was that I wanted to see if I could access the portal. I shouldn't be able to, Twilight should just have closed the portal right after the end of the second movie. If I could get over to Equestria, I might be able to get my hands on some gems or bits. I had no intention of spending my first night here sleeping on a bed of books in the library like Twilight had.

I had about a seven hundred dollars in my wallet(which thankfully had been in a pocket in ...my skirt, although the picture and information inside had changed just as surely as my body. I still haven't tried any of my cards, hopefully my accounts are still viable.) so I wouldn't have to mooch off her purse strings. "Think we might be able to grab a bite to eat or anything along the way? I kinda skipped lunch..." I never got to eat breakfast either, but that was nothing new.

"I don't mind," Maud stated in a tone flatter than Rainbow Dash's chest, "Pinkie, can you let mom and dad know I'll be skipping dinner? The museum should take us a couple hours or so, and I want to treat my new friend to a good meal." I was elated that I'd get shown around, less so by the fact that I'd have to sit through a boring rock exhibit. I mean, two hours? Just to look at some rocks?

"Coolio, I guess I'll catch you after school then? How bout at the statue thing in front of the school?" At the very least, I might make two new friends in the same day.

"Sounds good to me," Maud paused, once more looking at Pinkie Pie.

"Oh, yeah! I'll let them know, and maybe she could come over afterwards!" I...huh. Pinkamena Diane Pie( who I shall now refer to in this journal as 'Pinkie', regardless as I might refer to in real life.) was a bit of a wild card. She might inform the rest of her group as to my...'condition' before even I knew what the hell I was doing here. I couldn't have just been dropped off here for no reason, right?

"I...wouldn't want to intrude," I started, immediately thinking better of my comment. I didn't want her to get suspicious, "...But I wouldn't be against that either..." That hopefully was better.

Throughout the rest of the day, I kept getting stares, and I heard more than one disparaging comment directed towards my mental health. Seems I had been less careful with my talking to Senketsu. Who had fallen curiously quiet as time went on. I had to assume it was like in the first episodes, where the first time he woke up he fell back asleep, until Ryuko had given him more blood. I wasn't about to spare more precious plasma until I had replenished my stores via some form of food.

I skipped the final class, and headed straight for the portal statue. Looking around, I didn't see anyone around, so I inspected it closer. Trying to kick it where the portal should have been I discovered...It was like kicking a rock. The portal was closed. I let out a sigh and leaned against the flat rock, wondering about how I was supposed to live here, if I was stuck here for any given set of time.

I looked like a teenager, I had no birth certificate(or maybe I did, I had no idea how I was documented in this world, if at all.) but I might be able to get a fast food job. With Senketsu's help, I may be able to pull a job requiring hard labor, but I wouldn't be able to pull my own weight in that regard for months to come, if that. Ryuko hadn't grown strong as her and Senketsu in the first episode until halfway through the series.

It was when I put my full weight on the surface behind me that I accidentally slipped through.

I landed on my back, all four of my new legs pumping furiously to right myself.

Thats right, two transformations in the space of a single afternoon. At least I knew from the movies that this particular one would be negated as soon as I went back through the portal. Maybe it would even turn me back to normal?

As I righted myself, I noticed two crucial things. One, I was still wearing Senketsu, who had transformed into a form that fit my new frame. Two, I was apparently a pegasus. I never imagined myself as a pegasus, always preferring the magic of a unicorn.

I heard a flurry of movement coming from down the hall, so I hurriedly hid behind the giant mirror the portal was situated in. From the other side, I was privy to two 'new' individuals.

"Are you sure you heard something Spike?" Twilight asked, her voice tinged with concern.

"I'm telling you Twilight, I heard somepony call out from this room. They sounded like they were surprised!"

Shit, well I guess I did let out a less than manly squeal of confusion when I arrived here.

"Well I don't see anypony here, but... oh my stars. Spike, do you know what this is?"

"A glowing yellow light? Wait, I don't think this one's ever lit up before, what's it mean?"

"I installed this to warn me if anypony managed to overcome the shield I placed on the portal. This means somepony from the human world..."she let out a huge gasp, and the clattering of her hooves sounded like they got closer to the doorway. "Spike, we have to hurry, if somepony from the human world gets lost in Equestria, that could be really bad! Once we're outside, I'll go left, you go right, keep an eye out for anypony who looks like they're having trouble walking, or is simply surprised by what they see!"

"Got it Twilight!"

With that they both ran off, and I was once more left alone in the room with the mirror portal.

I found a piece of paper and an inkwell, and quickly scrawled out-

Didn't check behind the mirror. You fucking idiot. Pleasantries aside Twilight, did you know your other in the human world is a scientist? Your last two adventures over there sure caught her attention, I think it shouldn't be too long until you meet face to face.

If I'm right in my assumptions , some bad shit's gonna go down soon and people might start getting hurt. Like, a lot of people. If not the entire planet. I'm not even joking, and I hope I'm wrong. Ask Rarity what she knows about 'Living Fibers', if anything.

Sincerely Yours, Cheshire

- with a feather from my right wing. Turns out, my wings were pretty dextrous, almost exactly like my hands. But, coming out of my back.

If I'm right in my assumptions, stuff from Kill la Kill would be showing up in Equestria. If it wasn't already there. Same went for the 'human world'. If there was one person that could stand a little forewarning, it was Twilight. She might actually be able to do something about this whole mess, too. Eventually.

I didn't just want to go running to the magical pony princess of friendship for help right from the start, though. I have some pride. Stubborn pride, but pride nonetheless.

I left the moniker 'Cheshire' after a nickname I had had in high school. Seemed appropriate, given the environment.

I stood once more in front of the portal, and pushed my way through it.

Once through, I climbed up on top of the statue and commenced waiting. Either Twilight would come through searching for 'Cheshire'. or she wouldn't. About half an hour of waiting later, Twilight was a no show. Maud however, showed up just like clockwork.

"Are you ready to go?" she asked, her voice never wavering from its flat tone.

"Hmm? Yeah, sure. Gotta ask, do you have a car?" I wasn't against a bit of walking, but I'd rather ride in a car as opposed to 'my' motorcycle.

"No." she waited for my response, so I did my best to accommodate her.

"We can take my motorcycle then, you okay with that? You'll have to guide me though, I'm new in town, don't really know where anything is."

"Motorcycle is fine. The museum is about ten minutes away, and The Rove is in that area. They have granite baked bread that is simply to die for," she drawled in her monotone, never once shifting an octave.

Once we arrived at the museum, Maud led me to a a rock filled hall, and proceeded to tell me which each piece was. When I prompted it from her. Otherwise, she was fawning over the various chunks of rock, the slightest ghost of a grin tugging at the edge of her mouth.

It wasn't even that boring, with the amount of trivia Maud spat out, did you know that pumice is the only naturally forming rock formation that floats? And scoria is apparently a dark-colored igneous rock with abundant round bubble-like cavities called vesicles, formed inside of a volcano. Rather interesting stuff, all around.

It was after about a couple hours (where did the time go?) that we had exhausted my attention, and my stomach finally caught Mauds. With a grumbling retort that belied how empty it was, she gave me an empty gaze, slowly raising an eyebrow before asking 'Are you ready to go?'

We made our way to 'The Rove', and it turned out to be a bit of an Italian joint. It wasn't really my body, so I decided to splurge and get a plate of chicken alfredo. Maud had a bowl of rock prawn, in a sauce whose flavor I couldn't quite place. And damn it all if the bread she had been mooning over wasn't fucking delicious as all get out. All in all, I had a good time. Didn't even have to go through the bullshit of a date, both of us posturing to the other in an attempt to demonstrate our compatibility. Or the neck cracking testosterone filled bro fest of hanging out with a guy.

It was fun.

When we were leaving 'The Rove', I saw something that made me sad. It was a sign, showing me that my life was going to get harder, and there was no turning back. It was either take it on head on, or let it run over me like a freight train.

It was a teenager. A very fat teenager, wearing a sumo wrestlers loincloth. This wouldn't be that much of a cause for dismay, if not for the fact that the fabric of it rippled with black and red fibers, that twisted and wove together like they were alive. He was wearing a goku uniform. Based on the vest he was wearing,- and the two stars thereon- I could reasonably assume that I was correct in my assumption on Kill la Kills influence on this world.

"Leggo ya skeeve!" shouted the young girl the sumo wrestler had grabbed. His meaty mitt wrapped around her left arm, his hand almost as wide as the entire length of her arm.

"Calm down half pint, I just want you to answer the question," The big guy let out, in a tone and octave belaying his size -and sounding more like it should come out of the mouth of Elmo.- "Have you, or have you not seen anything weird at your school?"

"I ain't no stoolie ya shlub! Even if I knew sumptin, I wouldna tell ya nuffin!" the little girl replied vehemently, frantically kicking at the guys leg. To no effect. For a girl that sounded like she was from New York, she sure was giving him the works. I barely understood half of what she was saying, and it appears the guy was sitting in the same boat.

The guy slapped her in the face, forcing her to fall silent as she nursed a bloody nose. I was about to say 'fuck it' and go super saiyan on this guys ass, fuck the consequences and all the trouble I'd be getting from basically donning a slutty outfit and beating the shit out of some random guy. Man, a random police officer would have loved that in their report.

I didn't get a chance.

Maud blasted past me, leaving an honest to goodness wave of pressure in her wake. She leaped up and decked the guy in his face, leaving him to careen across the street and flatten a parked car. I think it might have been a Fiat... She sent the girl back to wait by me, and she stood her ground as the sumo wrestler shakily made his way back to stand before her.

"You think you're tough shit, bitch? You got lucky with a sucker punch. That shit wont work on someone like me, if I know its coming. I'm a sumo wrestler, girl! I'm an unfucking movable wall of muscle! Punch me all you like, once you're tired I'll get my answers, one way or another!"

With that, he struck a pose in front of her, giving a wide grin.

Maud was silent for a few seconds, until finally she replied.

"All that makes you," she paused, lifting the back of her shirt and drawing two knuckle dusters from hidden holsters. She flipped her hands a couple times, suddenly wearing them over her knuckles. She placed her elbows at her waist, her closed palms facing upwards. She stepped forward, and gave the poor bastard the last words he heard that day. "Is a bigger target."

Both of her arms snapped forwards faster than I could track, burying themselves all the way up to her biceps in flesh. The guys stomach twisted inwards into the pits she dug with her fists, and he let out a horrific gout of vomit, before falling over, unconscious.

Maud returned her weapons to their hidden sheathes, and walked back towards us, ignoring the guys gasped cries of pain.

"Sorry about that," she flatly stated,not even out of breath, "I just couldn't stand and watch. Are you alright?" she asked, directing her attention towards the young girl. who now that I had time to inspect her turned out to be the humanized version of Babs Seed. Babs Seed was a relative of Applejack, in the cartoon.

"Not for nuttin miss," Babs Seed let out with a breathe of air she had been holding since her arm was freed, "but you knocked that gavone into a bloody mess. You sure he's alright?"

Maud looked back to the prone form of the sumo guy, who contrary to Babs commentary hadn't actually been bloodied. He had two bright red circles where Maud had struck him, which were both well on their way to becoming angry darkened bruises. His chin and all down the front of his vest were stained with his bile, but as far as I could tell there wasn't any blood in it.

"He'll be fine," Maud stated, turning her attention back to Babs Seed. "I pulled my punches."

Well, if that wasn't a terrifying image, I don't know what was. A little skinny teenager beating the shit out of a not only a hulking sumo wrestler, but one bolstered by the power of a two star goku uniform. For a normal human, that shouldn't be possible.

"What about you Maud? Are you okay?" I asked.

"She coulda took dose gibb-"

Okay, I'll admit. Babs Seed's accent is difficult to write out. For the duration of this diary, I shall just be writing her words as best I can remember, in a neutral accent as best I am able.

"She could have taken that guy, and five others just like him!" Babs stated, looking up at Maud in reverence.

"Certainly an excitably kid, isn't she?" Senketsu purred, rustling slightly about my midsection.

I left them to chat for a second, and made my way over to the downed sumo. Pulling out my scissor knife/blade, I got to work cutting the guys loincloth and vest off of him.

"What are you doing?" Senketsu asked.

"I'm stealing his goku uniform, so that we can break it down and use the life fibers to make you stronger. If we get enough," I paused, pushing the fatass over so I could free the vest from under him, "We should be able to make it so you can evolve, and gain new abilities like flying and shit. Eventually, You should be able to talk and let people other than me understand you."

"That would be a lovely change of pace."

"Oh shut it. Point is, we take this so we can get stronger. Usually we'll probably end up having to fight for these, so hey, bonus right out the gate." I finished and made my way back to Maud and Babs Seed, both of- well, Maud was still giving me a bland stare,- them giving me an incredulous look.

"What? As I figure it, this bastard goes around beating up little girls, he can stand walking home in nothing but his birthday suit. This looks rather...unique," I held the loincloth away from me in disgust, before balling it up inside the vest, "So instead of just leaving it in some random dumpster for him to find if he looks hard enough, I'm gonna torch this later on."

Maud nodded, and Babs gave her support as well. "Jerk deserves it. If I see him again, I'll beat him up myself!" Babs Seed claimed.

"Well, as entertaining as this has been, I think we should probably get going. You got a ride...Sorry, didn't get your name there kiddo." I wasn't going to be making the same mistake twice. Or at the very least, I was going to try not to make it again.

"My names Babs Seed, don't you forget it!"

"Pleasure to meet you Babs. My names R-" I stopped, unsure as to what to say. I couldn't introduce myself as Richard. Not as I was currently. Finally, I made my decision. "My name is Ryuko. And this is my friend Maud."

"Well thanks once again. I don't have a ride, but it's only about an hour away. I'll be fine."

I looked at Maud, and she gave me a look. I couldn't really distinguish it from any of her other looks, so I just assumed it meant I should insist giving her a ride home. Or it could have meant she had to go to the bathroom. Or perhaps she just figured out world peace.

"Come on, I'll give you a lift. You can wear my helmet."

We left soon after, stopping to drop Babs Seed off at her home.

After a few minutes -at Maud's direction- we made it to the Pie residence. Her parents were just like they were in the show, except apparently they owned a landscaping business. Diane was predictably excitable, going on about parties and pastries. The other two sisters -I never did get their names, I excused myself as soon as I was able- were off in their own little worlds, greeting me and then returning to their phones.

I apparently made more plans with Maud, agreeing to come back tomorrow after school and having dinner with the family. I really don't know, I just couldn't say no. She has that whole, overwhelming personality thing going on.

I made my way through town, eventually stopping in front of a seedy looking hotel. The night paid for -$47- I inspected the sheets on the shabby bed, assuring myself that they weren't too horrible. No bedbugs, or lice, anyway. That might be semen stains on the hem of the sheet, but I digress.

I popped the nob on my glove once again, and Senketsu flowed back to life once more.

"Thanks for the blood, I was starting to feel a bit sleepy."

"Bedtime can wait for a few more minutes, can you do anything with this, instinctively?" I held up the balled up Goku Uniform, ignoring the smell.

"Besides what, look at it?" he snarked at me.

"Yes, besides that. Ryuko's dad apparently made you with the ability of 'Absolute Absorption'. You can absorb life fibers, and their abilities, to let yourself grow."

"Well if you really think so...wait...I can feel...the strings you cut..." Senketsu paused, the vents located along my back suddenly heating up. Senketsu tangibly heated up around me, warming my skin. Suddenly, the Goku Uniform...fell apart. All the strings that made it up unraveled, and the red tinged strings of life fibers were sucked up into Senketsu. He let out a low purr, then disengaged, returning to the form of a school uniform.

"That it? You got it?" I asked. Senketsu rustled around my waist, peering his eye up from the scarf wrapped around my neck.

"I got something. Not sure if its what you were talking about, but it sure was something."

I fell back onto the bed, not even bothering to pull out a sheet to cover myself. It was a long day, after all. And tomorrow, I had to go directly back to highschool. I already finished college, I didn't wanna go back to highschool. But they were there. The main six. I didn't have much faith in their abilities in turning back a force that basically could kill the planet, but maybe if they still had their magic or whatever, maybe they could eventually help. I had to find Rarity, and talk to her. If there was anyone that could create something to combat the Goku Uniforms, It was Rarity. What with her being a dressmaker, I could only assume she'd have some sort of hidden insight that would lead to resistance.

All would come when it came. All for tomorrow.

"Good night, Ryuko."

I waited a few seconds, unsure of how to respond. I finally settled with acceptance. I may be going insane, but this is my insanity. I'm going to ride it to the end. I'm going to dominate it, and make it my bitch. I'm going to turn this into the best days of my life.

"Good night, Senketsu."

"I want her."

"Unacceptable. I need her here," the younger lady rebutted, anger barely restrained in her voice, "She has been paramount to the sewing clubs development. Thanks to her, we've been able to boost life fiber percentage to 50%, without animistic rage setting into the wearers."

"That is precisely why I want her, daughter of mine. With her fingers working towards the betterment of all, the garments that would come would be truly magnificent. I was informing you simply to be cordial. I am taking her. She shall work alongside the grand couturier, and create the most beautiful of arraignments. That is as it shall be."

The younger woman reigned in her anger, letting the only emotion to reach her voice and face be cold determination.

"As you wish, mother."

The older woman left, leaving her daughter alone in the room. After a minute, her faithful butler entered, touting a platter with a teapot and a teacup. He served her in silence, letting her anger simmer and dissipate.

"We needed her, Soroi. She was brilliant. She might have tipped the scale."

Soroi gave an affirming nod, refilling his masters cup.

"Rarity might have won us the war."

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Author's Notes:

Okay, now I got the ball rolling. Tell me what you guys think, will you?

And yes. Maud is this stories Mako. As terrifying as that is. She's on the completely different side of the scale when it comes to personality, but I think it should work out rather nicely.