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  • [spoiler title=”Round 1: Modjo and Mario”]
    “Greetings, everyone, my name is Moonwing, and today we are in a random theater on a random planet!” introduced Moonwing, flying gracefully in a loop.  
    “Why are you giving greetings? There is clearly no audience here.” asked Callista, standing up on two paws and looking around and accidentally doing a t-pose. 
    “UMMM, yes there is,” claimed Moonwing, pointing her bushy tail toward a camera that is being carried by Phobos and Deimos, “This is a livestream on UniverseTube. You just can’t see the audience.” Moonwing then flew in front of the camera and waved aggressively. 
    “But why are you livestreaming this if you don’t want the Solars to see?” questioned Callista, flicking her ear. Moonwing refused to respond and danced in front of the camera again.
    “WHO CARES IF THIS IS BEING LIVESTREAMED OR NOT, SOMEONE NEEDS TO ANALYZE THE FIRST VICTIM!” screamed Io, breathing out plumes of smoke. 
    “Why can’t you do it?” growled Iapetus, who was sitting in the corner and doing nothing. 
    “Because SHE MIGHT *ACCIDENTALLY* KILL THEM, of course,” spat Enceladus, spiking her tail and flying in front of Iapetus. 
    “THEM? Do you mean we’re killing more than one victim today or are they non-binary?” said Io excitedly, hoping for the 1st option as the flares on her devil horns burned brighter. 
    “Indeed, yes,” replied Moonwing, executing a command on her dad’s commando-executor. A tanuki and a cat-owl griffon were immediately teleported into the center of the theater. Io’s ears immediately perked up. Moonwing then activated the brain scanner and scanned both the tanuki and the griffon’s heads.
    “Now we have the important information,” said Moonwing, “Names.”
    “This one,” began Moonwing, pointing at the tanuki, “is Mario why does no one care that his name is the same as the fictional plumber human,” and pointing at the griffon, she said, “This is Modjo. They both start with M. I also start with M. Mimas or Deathstarfox also starts with M. The entire group starts with M.”
    “Ummm you forgot Merc and Mari even tho they are Solars How is that supposed to relate to the show? It’s just a letter.” asked Enceladus. Moonwing shrugged even though cosmodogs don’t have collarbones. 
    “CAN WE GET TO THE FUN STUFF NOW?” barked Io. Modjo raised her paw and made a sound that sounded like what a cat-owl griffon would make.
    “OH **** I FORGOT THE TRANSLATOR-” yelled Moonwing as Phobos silently covered the camera in a bunch of void fog and yoinked the translator despite only being 3.5 S-Years old. 
    “HERE” yelled Phobos and then he yeeted the translator and sucked the void fog off of the camera. Moonwing then activated the translator, and flicked her tail. Charon swooped in front of Moonwing, snatched the translator, and focused a beam of light coming out of the translator onto both Mario and Modjo’s heads. Both of them were perplexed at this ritual. 
    “What did you do all of that for?” asked Modjo, still trying to comprehend the weird scene that just happened. Moonwing executed another command, and a gallon water dropped from the ceiling. Before the water hit the floor, Moonwing used her Tidesong powers to manipulate the water into forming the words “WELCOME TO THE DEATH COURSE. LIVING NOT GUARUNTEED.”
    “Not asking much,” began Modjo, “but can you be a little more normal?” 
    “It is obligatory for everyone not one of us to let the master show off her powers. You will receive death if you don’t. Not that you are going to die on the death course anyways. How about I say once you die you lose,” hissed Charon into Modjo’s ear. This probably made Modjo shut up. 
    “Are you challenging me against this birdcat thingy?” asked Mario, growling and showing off his white gauntlets.
    “I usually don’t pick fights, but I can fight,” replied Modjo, raising her large hammer. 
    Io’s flares on her devil horns started flaring up as she breathed a plume of fire which clouded into a bunch of flames that vaguely spell out the words “YOU WILL ALL DIE”. However, Mario and Modjo weren’t looking in her direction and were looking at the empty space clouded with void fog. Phobos then flew over to suck out the void fog, unveiling a room painted with wet white paint. 
    “Get in the room or lose the game,” ordered Mimas, fur bristling and she probably pronounced most of the words wrong. Both Modjo and Mario both quickly entered the room in fear of losing, but then realized the floor was also painted with wet paint and immediately got the white stuff stuck onto their fur. However they don’t look like they seem to mind, looks don’t matter because the only objective is to live through whatever “courses” they are being forced to run through. 
    “OK,” began Moonwing, flying in front of the white room where Modjo and Mario were trapped in, “First formal introduction. You have volunteered to participate in a death course. Since it was convenient, I decided to put you two together, but this instance is usually rare and I usually assess volunteers individually. This round will be special. One of you will die, while the other will live. The living will receive a reward of $100,000 worth of chocolate bars, some of them containing some of that precious edible gold flakes. ” Mario perked his ears at the thought of food but also disappointed because there was no money involved.
    “FIRST COURSE!” yelled Phobos, executing a command while Moonwing was holding the commando-executor. Ten giant venomous spiders dropped from the ceiling and onto the paint. Despite her particular hatred for these kinds of creatures, Modjo remained calm and smacked one of the spiders with her hammer. The spider’s head was instantly crushed. Four more spiders surrounded Modjo. Modjo then raised her hammer and whipped it around, smacking and killing the spiders. Mario, getting excited, flashed out his shiny gauntlets and viciously slashed away at the remaining spiders before any of them could bite him. 
    “Hmmm,” grunted Moonwing, “It seems like the spiders I summoned were made in China. Oh well. I’ll find another way to finish them.”
    After all of the spiders were finished, Mario snarled at Modjo and flashed out his white gauntlets, and flew into the air. Modjo took this as a sign to fight, flapped her wings, and raised her hammer. 
    “I CAN DO IT FOR YOU IF YOU’D LIKE. I HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT DEATH IS MUCH MORE THRILLING IF YOU ARE THE ONE WHO TOOK THE KILL,” offered Io, already breathing out smoke. 
    Moonwing looked like she was thinking, but she was actually just looking at Mario and Modjo violently fighting in the white room. Then, she whispered to Phobos and Charon, “We aren’t gonna have our contestants die fighting each other. We need to kill them both somehow.”
    “How about a peace break or something like that? Like you have the information. You can teleport them to someplace that is heaven to them for a while and then they’ll calm down,” whispered Charon to Moonwing. 
    “Good idea, good idea,” nodded Moonwing, then she yelled with authority, “ALRIGHT, MOONS OF RELEVANCE.” Modjo and Mario’s cries can still be heard even from the white room. “WE’RE GIVING THE CONTESTANTS A PEACE BREAK. NOW CAN ONE OF YOU WITH AN UNCONFIRMED POWER SOMEHOW UNTANGLE THE TWO? I WOULD LIKE TO SEE MY TARGET BEFORE TELEPORTING THEM. 
    “You have the tablet. Why can’t you do it yourself? Or are you too lazy? You’re the leader,” growled Iapetus, who was kind of being a hypocrite because he is doing absoloutely nothing as well. 
    “Fine, fine, you don’t have to-” Moonwing was then cut off by a raging Io. 
    “EXCUSE ME, YOU ARE GIVING THE CONTESTANTS PEACE BREAK? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NEXT, GIVE THEM BOTH THE $100,000 WORTH OF CHOCOLATE BARS?” screamed Io, her breath being dangerously smoky. 
    “Io, were you listening to Moonwing’s plan?” asked Deimos in disbelief, still holding the camera. Io’s breath started sparking which is the 1st stage of her burning up everything in the theater. Europa, who was probably watching the entire thing opened her mouth and unleashed her freezy breezy death breath, *somehow* counterracting Io’s firebreath . 
    While Io and Europa were having their breathing fight, Mario and Mojdo were still fighting. Both of their coats were matted with blood and each of them have red gashes all across their bodies, with maybe a few twisted paws and broken bones in the mix. 
    “You will DIE!” snarled Mario, stretching out his white gauntlets and prepared to kill Modjo with it. Before any of them could kill each other, Moonwing hastily executed a command, teleporting both Mario and Modjo somewhere where they couldn’t kill each other. 
    “So, where did you teleport them?” questioned Callista, “It better calm them down or else there is no point in giving them a peace break in the first place.” 
    Moonwing investigated the scroll of likes and dislikes basically a sheet of paper with the results of the brain scanner written on it, and replied “I teleported Mario in an all-you-can-eat Italian buffet and Modjo into a fairly large art museum with extreme air conditioner. That should definitely calm them down.”
    “Meanwhile,” continued Moonwing, “You moons can return to your parents.” Upon saying this, Phobos quickly opened a portal the shape of the hammersickle symbol and jumped in. Deimos also dropped his camera and jumped into the portal, so Charon quickly caught it. 
    “NO WAY IN A MILLION S-YEARS. We aren’t escaping ROOM 3 again,” growled Enceladus, her gaze shifting from and to Io, Europa, Ganymedis, Titalanus, Callista, Mimas, and Iapetus.
    Tritonus put on his spanish mustache and sombrero, opened a portal, and barked “ADIOS” as he disappeared into the portal, but Miranda just stayed in one spot, fur bristling. 
    “Charon, are you gonna open a portal to return to your father? You don’t have to hold the camera the entire time, that would be boring for the viewers. How about I distract them with some temporary memes,” offered Moonwing. 
    “Umm, I’m loyal,” responded Charon, “Also, I can project the memes if you want me.”
    “Sure, your loyalty is greatly appreciated,” replied Moonwing. 

    “Moonwing, it has been 10 minutes already. The contestants will be more than calmed down,” reminded Callista. 
    “Oh okay,” replied Moonwing, quickly adjusting the camera off focus of the memes displayed on screen. She then whipped out her father’s commando-executor and teleported both Mario and Modjo into the center of the theater. Mario was covered with pasta sauce which looked like blood, but since cosmodogs are well, dogs, it definitely smelled more like pasta sauce than blood. 
    Moonwing took out her bag of chocolate bars and said, “Well, after that break, are you ready to win?!”
    “You forgot to teleport Phobos, Deimos, and Tritonus back here,” interrupted Callista.
    “Ohhhhhhh” replied Moonwing, taking out her phone and texting the three to come back. Immediately, a hammersickle-shaped portal opened, with Phobos and Deimos flying out of it. Then, another portal opened, and while wearing a beret and mustache, Tritonus peeked out his head and said “Bonjour”. Deimos then took the camera out of Charon’s paws and returned to holding it. 
    “Okay,” said Moonwing, clearing her throat, “ARE YOU READY TO WIN NOW?” 
    “YES!” barked Mario, ears and tail perking up and claws outstretched. 
    “I guess?” replied Modjo. 
    Moonwing then teleported Mario and Modjo into a vast desert which was actually only 1 mile long, but shhhh. Nobody liked it. There was no food and it was very hot.
    “MEET IN THE MIDDLE AND FIGHT TO THE DEATH!” declared Phobos. Mario and Modjo then began running. However, Mario was hungry and Modjo was hot. And also they still had their injuries from the last fight. Their peace break destinations didn’t have hospitals. 

    “THIS IS TAKING TOO LONG,” complained Io, who finally finished her breath fight with Europa, “CAN I KILL THEM?!”
    “Yeah, it is indeed only 1 minute passed by tho,” agreed Moonwing. She teleported both Mario and Modjo into the center of the desert but it was still very hot there. Mario stretched his claws and flew towards Modjo, but Modjo dodged by flying high into the air where the air was slightly colder. Mario then followed Modjo, but Modjo raised her hammer and swung it at Mario. 
    “WAIT I HAVE AN IDEA-” said Io, snatching the commando-executor from Moonwing’s paws. She then summoned a green and gold turtle-dragon hybrid that could breathe fire into the center of the desert, separating Mario and Modjo. 
    Mario tensed as the hybrid breathed fire into him. He then stretched his claws and slashed them down the hybrid’s chest. Modjo then swung her hammer toward the hybrid, breaking its bones. Both Mario and Modjo landed more blows on the hybrid, but the hybrid wasn’t made in China, so it furiously raised its head and breathed a huge plume of fire, killing Mario and slightly burning Modjo. In retaliation, Modjo swung her hammer at the hybrid’s head, crushing its skull. The hybrid abruptly went still and fell to the desert floor with a thud along with Mario’s body. 
    “Oh wow, I didn’t expect Mario to lose,” remarked Modjo, looking down at Mario’s charred body. Moonwing teleported Modjo into the center of the theater again.
    “You said I was going to get the $100,000 chocolate bars. Can I have them now?” said Modjo. Enceladus flew towards Modjo and spiked her tail. 
    “THE PLAN,” she hissed, “THE PLAN.”
    “What plan?” demanded Modjo.
    “Moonwing’s PLAN. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD,” spat Enceladus, glaring at Moonwing. 
    “Excuse me, so you wanted Mario to win? I don’t think that works. It wasn’t my fault that Mario wanted to rip out the dragon’s throat, which is dangerously close to its head. I won, fair and square, give me my reward, unless you’re playing favorites.” said Modjo. 
    “I don’t mean that,” hissed Enceladus, “BOTH OF YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DIE. It was part of the plan of ROUND 1. A death course is a death course. EVERYONE MUST DIE.” Enceladus’ tail raised, spiking dangerously as icicles started forming at the edges. 
    “Moonwing, can you confirm, or is it that Enceladus is like Io and wants everyone in existence to die?” asked Modjo, wanting answers to Enceladus’ hostility. 
    “Ummm, yeah, we lied to you,” answered Moonwing, “Lying about the rewards and killing you were supposed to be part of today’s plan.”
    “WHA-” began Modjo, but then Enceladus let out a shrill howling noise, stuck up her tail, and launched off the growing icicles, all aimed toward Modjo. Modjo quickly dodged, but the icicles hit the unusually delicate roof, letting out a few bits of snow which gently drifted onto Modjo’s pelt. 
    “Well then, since you didn’t kill me, can I get my promised prize?” said Modjo, disbelieved. Enceladus only answered by letting down her tail, which quickly iced over with fresh icicles. 
    Suddenly, heavier chunks of snow fell from the roof, covering Modjo. Since she was already exhausted from the previous two courses plus dodging the icicles, she was quickly killed as more chunks of thicc snow fell from the roof. Out of the snow, burst a small gray petram as she zipped and snatched the bag of candy bars. 
    “MERC! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” demanded Enceladus, lashing her iced tail. Merc ripped open the bag and shoved a golden-flake chocolate bar into her mouth. 
    “I sensed candy, so I went out to get it. Why are you even on this planet? It’s like, one galaxy away from where we are now!” replied Merc, “MMMM! Where did you get these? Gold, the second best metal of course the best metal has to be mercury, tastes amazing with chocolate, the best food!” 
    “Also,” continued Merc, “Why is there a dead tanuki and dragon thingy in the desert? I passed by the bodies on the way here. Were you responsible for that?” Moonwing shrugged, and Deimos was about to turn off the camera when Charon prevented him because of reasons.
    “Moonwing, I don’t think the show doesn’t have a name. We have been referring to it as ‘the show’ and not an actual name,” reminded Charon. 
    “OH MY GOD HOW DID I FORGET THAT?” panicked Moonwing, “Ummm, whatchamacallit? Thingamajig? UHHHHHH”
    “I have an idea! Why don’t we name it after one of those mi-mis?” suggest Mimas.
    “Mi-mi? Do you mean meme wewe?” said Deimos.
    “OH! OMAE WA MOU SHINDEIRU! YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD!” barked Moonwing. 
    “Can I have the bag of chocolates or nah?” growled Merc, glaring at Callista and Enceladus, “If you don’t give me the chocolate I’m gonna tell the rest of the Solars.”
    “UMMM TAKE THE CANDY PLEASE THANK YOU,” said Moonwing, then Deimos turned off the camera. 
    [/spoiler]

    [spoiler title=”BTS 1: ICICLE YEETER”]
    “Oh my god Enceladus,” gasped Titalanus, flicking his magnificent bushy tail and gazing at Enceladus’ icy one, “I didn’t realize that kind of power exists.” 
    “It’s a newly confirmed power, to me and every other cosmodog,” replied Enceladus, spiking her icy tail. 
    “NO FAIR. Why do you get to receive your powers at 7 while I’m almost a teenager and I still have none?” growled Titalanus, “and Moonwing received hers at 5. AND PHOBOS RECEIVED HIS AT 3.5. 3.5. THAT’S 9 S-YEARS YOUNGER. WTF.”
    “It’s called luck,” spat Enceladus, “It’s given in different amounts to different cosmodogs. In terms of Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru contestants, it’s not given at all. Actually, consider yourself lucky.”
    “This is a newly confirmed power we’re talking about, AND WE HAVE TO GET SERIOUS. I mean, THIS POWER KILLED MODJO,” declared Moonwing, clearing her throat. 
    “So, how are we gonna name it? I thought only–” began Enceladus, before Moonwing interrupted, “I’m his daughter, so exceptions can be made.”
    “You know very well that it’s my power that is given a name, okay?” growled Enceladus, “I doubt you’re any more serious than Earthie. I think the most reasonable name he gave for a power was ‘ShadowS’, for Phobos.”
    “Welllllll…..I think I can come up with a name,” whispered Moonwing, sweeping her tail across the air, “Icicles being formed and shooting out the tail at a high velocity.” Moonwing seemed like she was thinking for a moment, then said “ICICLE YEETER FITS PERFECTLY!” 
    Callista unnoticeably shook her head and Enceladus spiked her tail, but Moonwing opened a portal with her portal bracelets anyways and moonwalked in, muttering “Icicle yeeter, icicle yeeter, icicle yeeter….”
    Phobos, Deimos, Europa, Io, Ganymedis, Callista, Titalanus, Enceladus, Mimas, Iapetus, and Charon all left the theater to return to their rooms, and Tritonus opened up a portal and yeeted himself into it, keeping it open for Miranda to enter. Miranda shuddered before hesitantly entering, then the portal closed. The theater then collapsed into a small silver ball on the surface of a random planet. Another portal opened and Moonwing picked up the ball, before closing the portal and returning to Room 2. 

    Who knows how much time passed between Round 1 and Round 2, but two new applications were filled. One was from a basilisk named Ivy, and another a deer-vulture hybrid named Hypercane. Even though Ivy’s application came in before Mario’s and Modjo’s, Moonwing still didn’t fully understand snakes despite living with many of them for 5 years, so she was planning to terminate Hypercane next. 
    A portal opened, and Moonwing gracefully flew out, holding the small silver ball in her paws. She then threw the ball onto the surface of the planet, morphing it into a theater she was already inside of. Now all she has to do was whip out her phone and text the other members of the group, and Hypercane will be no more. 
    [/spoiler]

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    • “I teleported Mario in an all-you-can-eat Italian buffet…”

      I don’t even know why, but I started cracking up.

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  • [spoiler title=”Round 2: HYPERCANE”] “UGHH. The room 3ers are LATE. AGAIN,” complained Moonwing, staring at her phone. 
    “Don’t worry, I think they have trouble escaping. There is a reason why Room 3 is also called ‘The room of no escape’,” assured Charon, still a little worried himself. Moonwing glared at Io, who was looking bored, and said, “Well, Io is a Room 3er. Why is she here?” Io flicked her tail and breathed out a plume of smoke. 
    “Well, well, well, while we are waiting for these not-escapists to get here, Phobos, why don’t you check if the airmaker is working correctly? We don’t want our contestants to suffocate here,” said Moonwing, scrolling through her phone also looking at Reddit memes. Phobos nodded, checked the airmaker, and raised his tail. 
    The theater door shook, and the late Room 3ers bursted in. 
    “ALL OF YOU! WHY ARE YOU LATE. IO CAME HERE ON TIME. WHY NOT YOU,” demanded Moonwing. 
    “Because Io adio’ed us, of course, like she always does when we escape,” replied Callista. Io bristled and flicked her tail. 
    Moonwing then set her phone down and perked her ears. She then quickly summoned a portal and flew into it. 
    “Moonwing complained about us being late and then right after we arrived she left!” complained Iapetus, adjusting his sunglasses. 
    Moonwing then returned with the commando-executor in her paws, and said “-to get something very important for this round.” She then glared at Iapetus. Iapetus just growled and flicked his tail. She seemed to swipe her paw across the executor and out appeared Hypercane. Moonwing then scanned Hypercane’s brain and activated the translator on her.. 
    “I forgot to tell this to the previous victims of the OmaE wA moU shiNdeiRu, but explain why you are here,” said Moonwing, shoving a microphone up Hypercane’s beak. 
    Hypercane flashed out her wings and said, “I’m here to go through your so-called death course and make it out alive. Modjo and Mario were just ultimate weaklings. I doubt that a group of winged puppies can kill a strong, seasoned girl like me!” She flew into the sky and continued showing off her fancy black, gray, and white wings and swinging her flail. 
    “Even if that winged puppy has the most powerful weapon in the galaxy?” asked Moonwing. 
    “And what is it?” scoffed Hypercane, “Why would a puppy even be trusted with a weapon?” 
    Moonwing glared at her and flicked her tail. While staring at her, she executed another command, teleporting Hypercane into a beautiful Hawaiian-themed hut. Inside the hut, there was a coconut which was actually a banana, and a banana which was actually a coconut.
    “I thought before you start your course, you would like a snack,” said Moonwing, flicking her ear. Hypercane investigated the coconut, then examined the banana. She decided the banana was not a coconut in disguise, peeled it, and ate it. However, the “banana” was previously enchanted to look, smell, and feel like a banana, but still tasted like a coconut. 
    Hypercane cringed at the unexpected taste. Some of the Moons of Relevance laughed while Io just stared in disbelief because Hypercane wasn’t dead, but what did she expect, both of the coconut and banana to be poisoned?
    Immediately after, Phobos snatched the coconut-banana while Hypercane wasn’t looking. Moonwing then said, “You only get to have one snack. Looks like you chose the wrong one.” 
    Hyercane then stormed out of the hut and crashed facefirst into an invisible beehive. A bunch of not invisible bees flew out of the hive and started chasing Hypercane. 
    She flew straight into the air, bees buzzing aggresively around her, and yelled “IN YOUR PREVIOUS EPISODE YOU GAVE THE CONTESTANTS A PEACE BREAK! WHY DON’T I HAVE ONE?”
    Hypercane immediately flew into the sky and swung her flail, then *somehow* charged back into the theater and tried to attack Moonwing. Moonwing dodged, and replied, “Because I only have 5 minutes left with my legendary commando-executor and I need to kill you QUICC.”
    She then flattened her ears and executed a command, summoning a Wither bee (a minecraft wither but with bee heads). Hypercane quickly dashed back to the Hawaiian hut and tried to fix her messed up fur. 
    Part of the Hawaiian hut blew up as the Wither bee slowly chased her, summoning more bees. Hypercane lashed out with her flail, killing most of the summoned bees, but the Wither bee remained alive. The Wither bee then launched a blue wither skull, blowing up the rest of the hut and withering most of Hypercane’s flowers. Hypercane shot up into the air and plunged into the ocean to prevent the bees from stinging her more. However, the ocean was actually a lie and it was only 2 feet deep, so she just ended up plunging into a bunch of wet, mud-like sand. She aggressively started scrubbing her fur with the water, but the water was also a lie and only stained her fur and feathers even more. 
    The wither bee was right above her now, and it launched another skull aimed towards her. Hypercane quickly dodged, flew out of the Hawaiian scene, which were actually just props, and towards the ceiling which was completely covered with void fog, so no one could see her. 
    Thinking she was safe, Hypercane began trying to fix her fur when a beam of fire cut through the darkness. Hypercane continued fixing her fur, thinking it was just a sham to lure her out of the void fog to be killed. 

    Meanwhile, back to the theater, the Moons of Relevance were perplexed. Hypercane seemed to have disappeared from sight. They have also seen the beam of fire mysteriously slicing through the void fog like a knife. 
    Another beam of fire cut through the void fog, and Hypercane quickly dodged before it hit her, faintly beating her wings. Io heard this and flew into the void fog to investigate, but another beam of fire flashed in the darkness. 
    “Excuse me moons, BUT WHO HAS FIRELAZERS AS THEIR NEWLY CONFIRMED POWER?” demanded Moonwing. 
    “Well, I would like to have any power, but I DIDN’T FIRE THAT LAZER,” growled Titalanus. The other moons of relevance without a confirmed power nodded in agreement. 
    Moonwing then realized that one of the solars had firelazers as one of their powers, then panicked for a moment. Last round, Merc did visit, but Moonwing gave her $100,000 chocolates in exchange for her silence, so everything was good. However, the Solar that probably fired that lazer is harder to persuade. MUCH harder. 
    “Lemme investigate myself. Maybe I can silence that firelazerer,” offered Moonwing, flying into the void fog.  
    “Is Moonwing gonna be okay up there?” asked Charon, stiffening his tail. 
    “I dunno. Hypercane does have a weapon,” replied Deimos, holding the camera nervously. 
    “She’s gonna be okay, she has the commando-executor. We are cosmodogs anyways, we have noses, she doesn’t need eyes to find Hypercane,” grunted Iapetus, flattening his ears and stiffening his tail.

    Meanwhile, back in the void fog, another firelazer cut through the air, nearly searing Hypercane’s wings. Hypercane breathed a sigh of relief, but a jet of sulfuric acid shot through the air, hitting one of Hypercane’s wings and corroding it. Hypercane struggled to fly and faced the shooter. It was a cream striped petram, her reflective, dark purple eyes forming a glow in the shadowy void fog. Hypercane flew straight at her, but the petram opened her mouth, stuck out her hooked, snake-like fangs, and spat more acid onto Hypercane’s wings and fur. Hypercane screeched, but before she could use her weapon, Hypercane started falling at a high speed as her wings corroded away from the acid. The cream striped petram just snickered quietly at her as Hypercane fell to the ground, and a loud snapping noise followed. 
    “HYPERCANE’S DEAD!” declared Phobos, “but who killed her?” He looked into the void fog and recognized the glaring purple eyes. “Oh no,” he whispered. 
    Moonwing stuck her head out of the void fog, shaking her head.
    “Moonwing! Did you kill her?” asked Charon. 
    “No, but I did see a–” began Moonwing, but then Phobos checked the liquid on Hypercane’s wings, and said “It’s magical death spit!” Moonwing widened her eyes and stiffened her wings. 
    Hypercane’s killer then burst through the void fog, growling “SOMEONE GET THESE SHADOWS OFF OF ME!” Phobos quickly flew toward the void fog and sucked it off of the cream petram. 
    “Oh,” growled the cream petram, “It’s the little Moons of Relevance’s ‘private meetings’. How cute. Imagine what will happen if I-” 
    “DON’T. TELL,” barked Moonwing.
    “Why would I listen to my brother’s little 10 S-year old daughter?” hissed the cream petram, “OH! It’s because this show will be cancelled if the other Solars know and I sure do enjoy killing that creature.” The cream striped petram glared at Hypercane’s body in some sort of satisfaction. 
    “VENUS! THE SHOW ISN’T AN ALL-YOU-CAN-KILL BUFFET!” barked Moonwing, raising her tail and flattening her wings. 
    “I know it wasn’t intended to be an ‘all-you-can-kill buffet’ but now it is,” scoffed Venus, firelazering Hypercane’s body. 
    “But seriously, how did you find this area in the first place? If Merc told you then–” demanded Enceladus, spiking her iced tail. 
    “Wait, Merc’s been here before? I didn’t know that. If she did, she clearly didn’t tell me. But no, me being here has absolutely nothing to do with my little sister. It’s because someone did a sloppy escape attempt,” spat Venus, glaring at Io. 
    “Oh–no wonder why Io was here earlier than the rest,” growled Enceladus, “and we had to evade the flscs, army icefoxes, and the trouble quadruplet while she was hanging around in the hell of Room 1. Now look who’s here.”
    “Hey, at least I was ON TIME, unlike you all. You could’ve created a portal in the bathroom to escape,” hissed Io, flicking her tail. 
    “Wait wha-” began Mimas but then she was suddenly cut off by some instinct in her brain. 
    “Btw, Earthie wants his commando-executor back. You kept it for well over 5 minutes,” reminded Venus, opening a portal to Room 1 and flying in, so Moonwing couldn’t ask how she knew that. 
    “Fine, fine,” growled Moonwing, opening a portal to Room 2 and flying in. Since Phobos and Deimos were also Room 2ers, Deimos quickly shut off the camera and flew in the portal with his brother. [/spoiler]

    [spoiler title=”BTS 2: PLEASE GET OFF THE TABLE”]
    (Moonwing’s POV)
    Both halves of Room 2 were silent, except for the occasional chirps of the planetmortals on Moonwing’s half. Moonwing, Phobos, and Deimos’ parents were all outside doing who-knows-what, so this was the perfect oppurtunity to escape. Moonwing had also received a new application for her death course and wanted to execute it quickly. She looked past the border of Room 2 and flicked her tail. Phobos and Deimos, who were on the other side, nodded and flashed out their reverse cards, crossing over the border and onto Moonwing’s side. 
    Moonwing stared at the commando-executor left on the table, and a black jaguar-like creature with hedgehog spines nearly sitting on it, black eyes glittering. Usually, she avoids these weird “pets”, but she had to approach one to get the most powerful weapon in the galaxy. 
    “Can you please not sit on the commando-executor?” asked Moonwing, staring into the jaguar’s glittering black eyes with her ice blue ones. The jaguar growled. Moonwing then proceeded to push the jaguar off of the table. The jaguar lashed its tail, showing its snake fangs. Moonwing flinched, but then yoinked the commando-executor off of the table, causing the jaguar to fall off. The jaguar hissed, lashing its tail and showing its teeth. Moonwing quickly grabbed her reverse card and crossed over the border onto Phobos and Deimos’ side. Phobos and Deimos flattened their ears and crossed the border back to their side as the jaguar pawed at the borderline, not understanding why he can’t go through it. 
    Moonwing looked away from the vicious creature and sent a text message reminding her father that she now has the commando-executor with her phone. She then put on her portal bracelet and created a portal. Clutching the commando-executor, she flew in, and Phobos and Deimos followed. 

    At their destination planet, fierce winds blew against the dark blue-gray rocks. 
    “I have never seen the theater without the theater before,” gasped Phobos, wind blowing against his smoke-colored fur. 
    “Yes, I usually set up the theater first before bringing you here, but exceptions,” replied Moonwing with a smirk. She then pulled out the silver ball and threw it against the ground. 
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  • [spoiler title=”Round 3: YOU WILL NEVER TAKE XEM ALIVE”]
    Room 3 arrived earlier than usual, before Miranda and Charon. Oddly, Tritonus was there and usually moons of relevance of the same rooms enter together.  
    “Oh, now you’re early,” growled Moonwing, fluffing her tail. 
    “Yeah, we used Io’s strategy of escaping through the bathrooms, but it would’ve been more convenient IF SHE TOLD US EARLIER,” hissed Enceladus, glaring at Io. Io breathed a plume of smoke and bristled. 
    “Well, since my time with the commando-executor is short, we’re starting early, without Miranda and Charon,” said Moonwing, nodding towards Deimos who already turned on the camera. 
    “But what are you going to do without your loyal sidekick? Oh yeah, you have Phobos, but he’s the size of a grape,” scoffed Enceladus, swishing her tail. 
    “You aren’t that big yourself either,” replied Titalanus. 
    “Well at least I have a power,” retorted Enceladus, opening her wings. Titalanus just growled. 
    Moonwing teleported the next contestant, Ina, into the theater. Ina was a huge dark gray wolf, just a little bit larger than the average nubes-magnus, with yellow snake eyes and a long snake tongue. One thing for certain was that xe was larger than all of the Moons of Relevance combined. 
    Moonwing then activated the translator on xer and scanned xer brain. Scanning the scroll of likes and dislikes, Moonwing said, “So you’re identifying as a genderfluid non-binary. I have absoloutely no idea what that means, but I’ll use your pronouns anyways.” All the other moons of relevance also had no prior knowledge of the LGBT so they couldn’t help Moonwing either except maybe Tritonus but if he did know he didn’t tell Moonwng, and Miranda who probably knows a lot but is not here.
    “A genderfluid is someone who doesn’t have a fixed gender and their gender pronouns change from time to time, depending on how they’re feeling. Sorry I explained it in a way you don’t understand,” explained Ina. 
    “Oh, ok, I’m not knowledged in this kind of stuff,” replied Moonwing. Ina didn’t respond. 
    “Soooo why are you here?” interviewed Moonwing, shoving a microphone up Ina’s mouth.
    “I don’t know,” replied Ina, flattening xer ears. Moonwing then snapped her fingers and clicked the commando-executor, teleporting Ina into a room of giant venemous spiders. 
    The spiders crept towards Ina, cornering xer towards the wall. Ina flattened xer ears and howled. 
    One of them jumped onto Ina and tried to bite xer. Ina instinctively swiped xer dagger across the spider, killing it instantly. Xe then stabbed xer dagger into the wall, only to realize it was made out of white-painted canvas and leaped out. Phobos noticed while holding the camera and quickly flew towards xem and sprayed xem with void fog. Xe winced at the sudden darkness at xer eyes and bristled, running until xe saw the light. 
    Thinking that Ina wanted to escape, Moonwing frantically looked around the theater and found a lasso which formerly belonged to Tritonus. Moonwing then used all of her lassopower to lasso Ina and threw xem into the same room the spiders were in. However, a bunch of giant frogs moved into the room and swallowed the spiders whole, *seemingly* saving xem because xe liked frogs, even if they were gigantic and able to swallow xem.
    “Was this supposed to happen?” growled Io, “Because the frogs were supposed to eat Ina, not the other creatures that were supposed to also eat xem. ALSO XE LIKES FROGGOS. IS THIS LIKE A PEACE BREAK-” 
    “Observe” replied Moonwing, smirking and flicking her lasso. 
    One of the frogs opened its mouth and stuck its long tongue onto Ina’s fur. Ina shivered uneasily, but continued staring into the frog’s large eyes. Then, the frog suddenly swallowed xem, so Moonwing immediately came to the conclusion that xe was dead.
    “Am I late?” asked Charon, popping his head out of a portal, “Sorry, Pluto insisted on me helping him and his siblings to ambush the Solars with him, but I managed to escape.”
    “Well, not really, but we started early, and we already terminated our victim,” replied Moonwing, “but where the heck is Miranda?” Moonwing looked at Charon and Tritonus back and forth. Charon looked perplexed and flicked his ear, but Tritonus responded, “Oh yeah, Yure captured her on the way here.”
    “And you just adio’ed her?” growled Moonwing.
    “YUP,” replied Tritonus, “Her fate is in Yure’s paws now.”
    “THANKS, because I needed at least a little LGBT knowledge,” replied Moonwing sarcastically, “Anyways, our genderfluid enby victim Ina was already terminated, and NOW I CAN RETURN THE COMMANDO-EXECUTOR, because earlier the better!” Tritonus started playing Revenge on the radio in celebration of killing the victim earlier than usual. 
    While the rest of the Moons of Relevance were dancing, Callista watched the giant frog spit out Ina. She stiffened her tail, and said, “Umm….Moonwing, Ina is still alive.”
    Moonwing widened her eyes and the Revenge music abruptly stopped playing. Then, Moonwing hastily grabbed her phone and aggressively texted who-knows-what to who-knows-who. 
    Callista continued watching Moonwing intently and probably thinking about if she had a confirmed power already she would’ve already killed Ina with it.
    “Okay, fine, I’ll get to killing xem–EVERYONE HIDE!” barked Moonwing, bristling and stiffening her wings. Quickly, all of the Moons of Relevance dashed toward the back of the theater and Titalanus and Ganymedis yOINKED Ina with them as well, and Phobos covered the entire theater area with void fog. 
    A portal opened and a blue and green patched petram with white ears and tail flew out, gracefully touching the theater floor with his paws. Moonwing flinched for a moment then casually sipped on her cotton candy smoothie she just got. 
    “Um…whatcha got there? Also I came here to retrieve the commando-executor because I need it earlier than usual because of rEASONS just like how you said you were going to return it later than usual because of rEASONS” questioned the patched petram.
    “A smoothie,” replied Moonwing, sipping on her cotton candy smoothie and totally not hiding her secret group behind the theater curtains.
    The patched petram flicked his bushy tail and scanned the theater. He then took the commando-executor from Moonwing’s paws and transformed it into a pair of binoculars to investigate the void fog. He found only darkness. He then transformed the commando-executor back to a pale green flower and fixed it on his left ear. The patched petram then flew into the void fog and transformed the commando-executor into a void fog vacuum and sucked up the void fog. The rest of the Moons of Relevance quickly “disappeared”, but Ina remained in the theater, on xer back and recoiling at the sight of Vyperion, a snake with curly dragon horns which was also Moonwing and the patched petram’s pet. He then transformed the commando-executor into its flower form. 
    “Also Moonwing, I’m here to get the commando-executor-” began the patched petram.
    “EARTHIE HOW THE HECK DID YOU KNOW THE DESTINATION OF MY LOCATION WHAT THIS IS ONLY MY 3RD TIME BEING ON THIS PLANET AND I AM NOT HIDING ANYTHING A RANDOM THEATER IS HERE FOR ABSOLOUTELY NO REASON-” stuttered Moonwing, flattening her ears. 
    For the first time, Moonwing glared into Earthie’s eyes to check which color they are. They were a mix of red, white, and blue. Oh Sagittarius no….not those star-cursed eye colors… Earthie then transformed the commando executor into a net and captured Ina in it. Wanting Ina to be dead, Moonwing frantically looked around and saw a puddle of water, then yeeted the water onto xem and Earthie. Xe somehow shook xer fur and tail WHILE IN THE NET, but we won’t question that right now. 
    “IF YOU LET ME capture this EXOTIC WOLF, then I won’t do anything bad to you or your group,” growled Earthie, “but based on what you just did, you clearly won’t let me.”
    “THIS ‘EXOTIC WOLF’ you’re talking about has a SPECIAL PURPOSE THAT I’M NOT TELLING YOU,” snarled Moonwing, “YOU’LL NEVER TAKE XEM ALIVE!” Ina just stared in confusion from the net. 
    “FINE, THEN I’LL TAKE THE DEAD BODY IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT. I’M GETTING THAT EXOTIC WOLF, WHETHER IT’S A PET OR A PELT,” barked Earthie, staring at Moonwing with bloodshot eyes, “and since you didn’t let me take it as a pet, I’ll have a new fur coat and we’ll have to talk once you’re over with this wolves’ ‘special purposes.’”
    “I don’t think it’s a good idea to turn me into a fur coat, you see, I’m just dark gray-” began Ina. 
    “A wolf with a snake tongue, eyes, and the words of a cosmodog? I’d say THAT’S A QUALIFIED PET,” growled Earthie, facing Moonwing and placing one paw on Ina, “BUT SINCE YOU WON’T LET ME TAKE IT ALIVE, I’LL GLADLY TAKE IT DEAD. Vyperion. KILL IT.” Following Earthie’s command, Vyperion revealed his fangs and bristled his white feathers, and out of the fangs shot out a stream of black, magical death spit into Ina’s eyes. 
    Due to the sheer deadliness of this magical death spit, it immediately killed xem. Dragging the net with him, Earthie opened up a portal and flicked his white tail. Moonwing flattened her ears, growled, and followed him into the portal.
    “Deimos, I know this is a bit abrupt, but can you turn off the camera please?” whispered Phobos. Deimos nodded and shut it off. 
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    [spoiler title=”BTS 3: I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING FOR YOUR FINANCIAL SUPPORT”]
    (No definitive POV)
    “I don’t know about this, the meeting room feels kinda weird without Moonwing in it,” remarked Deimos, looking around in the empty meeting room. The only other cosmodogs in the room were Charon and Phobos. “Why don’t we just have it in your room? It seems like we’re leaving out Moonwing if we’re having our discussion in her personal meeting room.”
    “I’m not sure how Pluto and Eris are going to take that, and Eris ALWAYS stays in Room 5 except when Pluto calls him over. And also it’s ridiculously cold, DEFINITELY not the type you want to hold meetings in,” replied Charon. Deimos flattened his ears and force-nodded. 
    “But what is VERY important, is that Moonwing cannot host Round 4, and for some reason, Round 4 has to be finished BEFORE she’s freed from Room 2,” declared Charon, trying to speak in the same commanding voice of Moonwing but failing miserably. 
    “We can’t run courses without the commando-executor! And Earthie’s probably keeping A VERY CLOSE EYE on that powerful weapon. How are we-” began Phobos, but Charon knocked him over with his bushy tail. 
    “We’re going to use whatever commando-enchanted technology Moonwing installed in the theater, and we’re also going to use the power of powers,” replied Charon, half-jumping, half-sliding off of Moonwing’s throne, and also he doesn’t have a confirmed power yet. “And if she’s just depending on the commando-executor, we’re going to need adults or else this show’s screwed.”
    “ADULTS?! Didn’t lord Moonwing say we must not inform ANY of th-” began Phobos, but then Charon interrupted, “We’re not asking for the solar’s financial support, we’re asking for their enemies’ support. But if Pluto doesn’t support us, we’re SCREWED.”
    “Phobos, I don’t get why you viciously support ‘lord’ Moonwing at all costs. Moonwing said not to keep the show secret, and then somehow Merc, Venus, and Earthie and please expect Mari to interrupt Round 4 SOMEHOW FOUND OUR SECRET PLACE, and now she’s in quarantine for keeping this secret from her father for THREE ROUNDS,” scoffed Deimos, really not acknowledging that Phobos was literally his littermate. Phobos looked taken aback and shut up. 
    “I’m not trying to be offensive, but for 3.5 year olds, I did expect you to act like 3.5 year olds once during this meeting,” growled Charon, but very quietly so the duo couldn’t hear him. 
    “But it’s clear,” he continued, “We’re asking for the dwarfies’ financial support for Round 4.”
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    [spoiler title=”Round 4: A VERY SPECIAL MOONLESS ROUND”]
    “Okay, so according to what Moonwing showed me last round,” began Phobos, “I think this is what Moonwing used to create the theater.” The planet that the three co-hosts were currently standing atop of was different from what Moonwing set up the theater on last round. Instead of a dusty shade of blue-gray, the soil was just dull gray. Phobos then attempted to yeet the silver ball like Moonwing, but the ball only flew 1 inch before dropping on the ground. 
    Nothing happened for one second, and Charon was about to reach for the silver ball when the silver ball suddenly cracked, then pulsed out beams of light, then expanded into the theater we all know and love today. Charon gasped, never having seen this phenomenon before. 

    All of the Moons of Relevance had arrived at the theater, not noticing the sudden change in soil, as they had never seen what was outside of the theater. However, one thing they did notice was Moonwing wasn’t here.
    “Interesting,” hissed Enceladus, “The one who’s scorning us for being late is now late herself.”
    “It’s because Moonwing was put under QUARANTINE BY HER CRAZY FATHER. You would be late, or even ABSENT IF YOU WERE-” screamed Phobos with all his baby petram might, but he was quickly silenced by Charon. 
    “I sure wonder why escaping Room 3 is as hard as it is now….totally has nothing to do with quarantine being set by our parents 24/7,” scoffed Enceladus, swishing her tail. “And you, you little follower who is only a smidge older than me who is quite young among is group, think you can take on an entire group of rebellious cosmodogs with some older than you.” The second insult was directed at Charon, just in case you were wondering. 
    “I’d think it’d make much more sense if I was co-host,” growled Ganymedis. “I’m the oldest, anyways. I’d even tolerate Callista co-hosting, she has sense.” Titalanus silently growled behind Ganymedis and raised his bushy tail. 
    “Of course she chose her most trusted sidekicks,” grunted Callista. Charon then texted something to someone and opened the door to go somewhere, leaving Phobos and Deimos in charge, and I don’t think leaving the youngest members of the Moons of Relevance in charge is the best decision.
    “Where is Charon going? I knew he-” began Titalanus, but then Phobos interrupted.
    “Without LORD MOONWING and her POWERFUL COMMANDO-EXECUTOR, we have to get FINANICAL SUPPORT,” screamed Phobos. 
    “Mighty words for a tiny petram,” snickered Callista, fluffing her tail. “We’re not going to follow your rules anyways. I’d rather trust the oldest than the youngest.”

    Five minutes later, Charon returned through the door with a large pod with a dark purple basilisk hissing quietly in it. The basilisk had many lighter purple spikes along her spine and piercing, dark green eyes. Charon opened the pod door and the snake immediately slithered out. The contestant today was Ivy. 
    “Oh. I see you’ve finally decided to kill me,” hissed Ivy. “Also, where’s the light gray winged puppy who’s supposed to give the poorly given greetings? Isn’t she supposed to be here as well?”
    “We don’t talk about that,” growled Phobos, “In the meantime, you have us to deal with.”
    “This is going to be FUN,” growled Ivy. 
    Charon then pressed a button, and Ivy was teleported into a trivia room. Cameras were everywhere surrounding her, and a large screen towered over her. A question flashed onto the screen. 
    “How the heck do you expect me to KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR SPECIES?” hissed Ivy, slapping the floor with her tail. “This is outrageous. This is unfair.”
    “Because that’s how it was supposed to be, mildly infuriating?” said Charon, trying to sound as Moonwing as possible. A beep sounded in the room, and another question flashed onto the screen. “By the way, your answer is incorrect.” Another question flashed onto the screen.
    “This is UNFAIR! You should at least have a bu-” hissed Ivy in frustration, but then Phobos interrupted. “INCORRECT.” 
    “How is this supposed to kill Ivy? You can’t just die of frustration!” hissed Io, squaring her shoulders. She then flew around the room and grabbed the button Charon was holding, then aggressively started pressing it. 
    Ivy was then teleported into a room of giant frogs, the same room used to kill Ina. 
    “Ha. I eat these for dinner everyday, just at a smaller scale,” scoffed Ivy, opening her wide jaws and attempting to swallow the giant frog whole, but then she was abruptly teleported into the room full of giant spiders, something that was used to kill Modjo, Mario, and Ina. 
    “Now…this is a bit different from what I normally eat, but a fresh spider is also nice,” spat Ivy, spitting out a black mouthful of magical death spit on five of the spiders. Ivy was then teleported onto a platform. Surrounding the platform was a bunch of lava.
    “Finally something that can kill me. I can’t die of frustration in the trivia room,” hissed Ivy, flicking her tail. Balls of fire flew out of the lava then popped back in, and Ivy remained curled up without much of an expression on her face.
    Io then threw the button onto the floor and breathed a plume of sparky fire. “If Ivy isn’t going to slither into the lava, I’ll push her in myself.” Io then began flying towards the lava room.
    “Oh, no need for that,” said a cosmodog from behind. Near Phobos, a portal opened out and a reddish brown petram with creamy white ears and tail jumped out. 
    “I mean, since your siblings did interrupt the last three shows, I was kind of expecting you to be here…but MARI HOW DID YOU KNOW WHERE WE AT?” screamed Deimos, nearly dropping the camera. 
    “Because I do,” spat Mari, flicking her yellow and red scarf. “And I see you are imprisoning that snake in a room of lava. Like you want her dead.”
    “OF COURSE WE WANT HER DEAD!” spat Io, “BUT WE WANT TO KILL HER OURSELVES.” Mari ignored her and flicked her ears, then grabbed an overly long carrot she somehow had. She then grabbed her sharpener and sharpened the edges of the carrot into a fine, sharp point, then stabbed it into her shoulder. A trickle of blood came out. Smirking, she threw the carrot towards Ivy, not knowing Ivy’s crippling fear of carrots. 
    Ivy raised her spikes and hissed frantically, nearly falling into the hot lava. While she was distracted, Mari quickly flew into the room and shoved her into the lava, instantly killing her. After that, Mari then fluffed her short tail, created a portal to Room 2, and jumped in. Phobos, who was sitting on her shoulder the entire time also went into Room 2 with her. 
    “She didn’t even tell why she was here. At least her siblings had a reason. Just not very good ones,” growled Deimos, shutting off the camera. 
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    [spoiler title=”BTS 4: BEHOLD THE MOONSTONES”]
    Charon, Deimos, and Phobos were sitting in a circle in Moonwing’s meeting room, staring at Moonwing’s throne. Though Charon was tempted to sit on it, he couldn’t be sure if Moonwing’s quarantine was lifted after Round 4. 
    A portal opened, and Moonwing flew out, gracefully taking her rightful seat on her throne. However, she was wearing bracelets made out of silver, glinting, stones on both of her front paws. These same stones were encrusted in her pale blue bow. 
    “Moonwing! You are free from your quarantine!” gasped Charon. 
    “I know. Earthie became nice again and let me out, but he’s still not allowing me the commando-executor anymore,” replied Moonwing, flicking her ears. “So I have myself some commando-enchanted moonstone bracelets now.”
    “What can they do?” asked Phobos, sitting on the arm of Moonwing’s throne.
    “I’ll show you later,” replied Moonwing. “For now, how did Round 4 go?”
    “I went okay, I guess. Some of the Moons of Relevance were not too happy but all is nice and smooth. We successfully killed Ivy, she’s dead now,” answered Deimos, saying a half-truth. 
    “Because today, everything is GOING TO CHANGE,” declared Moonwing, standing on four paws on her throne. Phobos and Charon gasped, but Deimos remained expressionless. 
    “But why? We have done four rounds in the same theater on the same planet, except that the fourth round was I think we did it on its moon?” asked Phobos, not used to whatever Moonwing was going to bring up.
    “We have a better planet to do this on. A planet no one is going to suspect at all. BEHOLD!” barked Moonwing, using her moonstone bracelets to create a hologram of a planet that was a lovely shade of cobalt blue with lush green patches atop of the blue. 
    “But…how is everyone going to get there?” questioned Charon, looking at the new destination planet in awe. 
    “The power of Room portals, of course,” answered Moonwing. “I’ll send the image to the rest of the Moons of Relevance. But for now, we’ll travel to the planet alone and explore it.”

    On the destination planet, Moonwing leaped onto the pale green grass. 
    “Aren’t we supposed to throw the ball?” asked Charon. 
    “No. The ball is now dead and gone. I smashed it into the little pieces that are encrusted in my bow now,” replied Moonwing, gracefully fluffing her bushy tail. She then prepared her bracelets and white lazers shot out of them. Small Moonstone pyramids rose from the ground. 
    “This is our control room. Where we take, meet, and greet our contestants. No airmaker required.” Moonwing then shot out another moonstone lazer, but this time at the clouds. The clouds stretched over the area, hiding it completely. She launched another moonstone lazer at a nearby rock. That rock and many other rocks alike started glowing, lighting up the dark area. 
    “This way, no intelligent life forms will find this place. EVER. Now we will have a nickname. I like ‘planet Omnia’. Sounds quite pleasing, do you agree?” However, planet Omnia was actually just planet Everything in latin. 
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    Earthie was very out-of-character today :/

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    “It has been quite a long time since I hosted another show,” said Moonwing, staring at the glowing rocks of Omnia. Phobos and Charon nodded in agreement, as two more applications were sent. 

    “Well, how about I host one now?” asked Moonwing, taking out her phone, “I think Zaedyus is ready for butchering. No brain scanner or translator required, it’s automatically activated here. It’s the first time the show is hosted on OMNIA!” She flicked her bushy tail and stared at the sky.
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    Room 3 was late, again, which wasn’t expected as Moonwing thought that the Room 3ers had found an effective solution to their escaping problems, but it seems like another problem has sprouted. However, Miranda (who has given her an explanation to the basics of LGBT earlier) and Tritonus have arrived. 

    “Huh. I thought their problems were over since they were using bathrooms as an effective escape route,” growled Moonwing. She then fired a moonstone lazer at the base of the white pyramid, teleporting Zaedyus there. 

    “Yeah, it seems weird they were early for two rounds, and now they suddenly have another obstacle,” agreed Charon, flicking his ear. 

    “Well, since none of them have an actual impact on the show, I think it’s safe to get to annihilating Zaedyus since kei could handle less hosts anyways,” hissed Moonwing. “And it would be much easier without Io here anyways. She’s a bit too insistent on how our contestants should die, which is very annoying.”

    Moonwing then flew toward the white pyramid where Zaedyus lied in wait. Kei looked very untroubled by the fact that a colorful yardstick signed keir up to die. 

    “ARE YOU PREPARED?!” screeched Moonwing, flashing out her white wings.

    “I am very much prepared, as Bramb — I mean the colorful yardstick has much wisdom and tey know I will survive this course, even though it is called a death course,” responded Zaedyus. Kei was a muscular, dark brown lion with a thick, fluffy black mane, a dark scorpion tail, teal eyes, and black bat wings. 

    “We’ll see,” hissed Moonwing. She then fired a moonstone lazer at keir, immediately teleporting keir into a garden of twisting blue vines and vantablack flowers. Zaedyus looked at the tall vines, then back at the low flowers, then flew above the vines. Moonwing remained calm and waited for the blue vines to do their thing. 

    Suddenly, a vine flew into the air and snapped firmly around Zaedyus’s foreleg, violently yanking keir down from the sky. Two more vines snapped around each of keir hind legs, and one around keir scorpion tail. Another vine wrapped tightly around both of keir wings and pulled keir down even further, pressing keir against the ground. A vine with a vantablack flower growing around it then proceeded to wrap around Zaedyus’ thick, fluffy mane. 

    Suddenly, from behind Moonwing, a portal opened and the Room 3ers came out. 

    “YOU. HAVE. ALREADY. BEGAN. THE. KILLING. OF. THE. CONTESTANT,” barked Io, opening her dragon wings and breathing out a plume of smoke. “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SO EARLIER?” 

    “YOU. WERE. LAAATEEE,” replied Moonwing firmly, turning around to face the devil-horned micro nubes-magnus. “That’s WHY. And all of you, why were you late in the first place? I thought your trouble with the flscs and trouble quadruplets were over.”

    “Not anymore,” growled Callista, “Somehow, Tethos found out and decided to put heavy guards on all 35 bathrooms to make sure we’re actually using the bathrooms as intended.”

    “And I think I know who told Te-” began Encie, but then stopped abruptly for some reason. 

    “Oh, interesting. We have begun the killing of Zaedyus already,” reminded Moonwing,
    looking at the blue vine garden. Zaedyus was nearly invisible in the thick tangle of vines, all wrapped around keir. However, there was a small hint of a scorpion tail in the bundle.
     
    Zaedyus sliced keir sharp scorpion tail across the vines. Io, who was for some reason perching on a couple of the vines, stared straight at keir with piercing dark green eyes. After cutting keirself out of the vine bundle with keir scorpion tail, Zaedyus tried to fly out quickly before another vine could pull keir down. 

    Kei ignored Io and flew straight towards Moonwing. Moonwing didn’t seem surprised at all, like she had more in store for keir. She then grabbed a plain, boring yardstick from nowhere and stared at keir with cold icy eyes.  

    “So what are you going to do now?” asked Zaedyus, staring at the yardstick. Moonwing fired a moonstone lazer at the yardstick. The yardstick then turned all flashy and colorful and sprouted tiny wings. The yardstick then duplicated and one of them slapped Zaedyus. 

    “Hey, this doesn’t look like the wise colorful yardstick that signed me up,” growled Zaedyus, flying away very quickly from the berserk yardsticks and slapping one of them with keir tail. 

    “It’s not. It’s supposed to be a poor copy of the yardstick,” scoffed Moonwing. Another yardstick flew up to Zaedyus and slapped keir, and even more yardsticks surrounded keir and cornered keir against one of the white moonstone towers. 

    “H-How DO YOU EXPECT COLORFUL PIECES OF LONG FLAT WOOD TO KILL A DARK LION WITH A SCORPION TAIL?” Io flattened her dragon wings and lashed her tail, glaring at Moonwing. “AND WHERE THE HECK IS YOUR COMMANDO-EXECUTOR? Isn’t th-that the most important thing DURING THE COURSES?”

    “I found it better to commando-enchant my bracelets to perform basic commands via lazers, there’s no rush to return it,” replied Moonwing, flattening her ears. “As for the colorful yardstick thing, it’s literally just to mock keir. Not everything in the death courses has to kill.” Io lashed her tail again.

    Moonwing then fired a moonstone lazer at a random taco left on the floor. The taco slowly levitated, and gusts of wind flew around it. The taco then flew straight at Zaedyus and split apart into leaves of lettuces, bits of meat, the sauce, and the hard taco shell. Suddenly, the colorful yardsticks surrounding keir dissolved into nothingness, and kei was swept away by the same gusts of wind revolving around what was left of the taco. 

    “Zaedyus is dead, right? I don’t see keir,” remarked Phobos, looking slightly confused. 

    “Just because the wind swept keir away doesn’t necessarily mean that kei’s automatically dead,” insisted Moonwing. The taco tornado was quite visible in the atmosphere of Omnia, however Zaedyus was only a tiny black dot in the sky. 

    Suddenly, Zaedyus fell from the sky, keir pelt covered in taco sauce and bits of meat. Flapping keir bat wings, kei stopped abruptly above the ground before kei could die of impact. Kei then carefully licked a bit of taco sauce from keir claws. 

    “That was a tasty tornado, the wise yardstick is goin to be correct,” remarked Zaedyus, standing back on the floor. 

    “Oh,” sneered Moonwing, looking at Zaedyus coldly, “That only scratched the surface. Prepare – for THE NIGHTMARE PERIODS.” Zaedyus looked untroubled and flicked keir tail.

    “Nightmare period? That is not peace break, right?” inquired Zaedyus. Moonwing shot a moonstone lazer at keir, and kei immediately teleported into a dark red habitat, with cutting, jagged cliffs and towering peaks. Fire blazed at every corner and kei recoiled, flattening keir body against the blood-colored rocks. 

    “FINALLY something that is deadly enough to kill,” grunted Io, flattening her ears. 
    Meanwhile, in the apparent Minecraft nether, Zaedyus ventured toward the edge of one cliff. A hot plume of lava spewed out of the cracks, and kei backed away slowly. 

    “Just like the other rounds, are you going to teleport me back for another nightmare period you have in store after five minutes?” asked Zaedyus, finding a pattern. 

    “No – this time you have to find a door to access your next nightmare period,” replied Moonwing, closing her wings. 

    Fire surrounded Zaedyus at every corner, then blew out. A stream of lava bubbled by keir. Kei scanned the surroundings, then wiggled keir ears. In the dry, hot, environment of the Minecraft nether, a cool, humid, draft drifted by. Zaedyus followed, trying to avoid the random spurts of fire out of the cracked floor or surprise lava streams. 
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    “Is this the unpixelated version of Minecraft Nether?” questioned Callista, curling her blueish-gray tail around her paws. Moonwing nodded and watched as Zaedyus pushed a red boulder away, revealing an ice-covered steel trapdoor. How a steel trap door got covered in ice in a hot environment in the first place shall remain a mystery, but hey, Zaedyus found the door out. Or, lets say, out of the nether and into literal tornadoes. 

    Zaedyus examined the door. This was where the cold drafts of air were coming from. Kei then carefully opened the door just a little, then the wind *somehow* sucked keir right in. 

    Zaedyus was now in a bottomless pit filled with thunder clouds and tornadoes. Lightning flashed in front of keir eyes, and kei struggled to fly against the supersonic winds. The winds quickly overwhelmed keir and dragged keir down, where rain pelted keir face and wings. Somehow, a gust of fire was sucked in by the wind and singed the tips of keir wings slightly, as kei managed to fly keirself back toward the roof. Out of nowhere, a bolt of lightning struck Zaedyus, scorching keir wings and face and knocking keir unconscious. 

    “KEI’S DEAD!” screeched Phobos, aggressively flapping his wings and flying like a bullet towards the screen on the white pyramid where Zaedyus was being watched.
    “Yeah, last time we assumed Ina was dead, but xe was actually very much alive. Since we’re on Omnia, there won’t be any Solars rudely interrupting, but we can’t just assume kei is dead,” hissed Encie (yes, I am using that as a nickname now so deal with it), spiking her plumy tail. 

    “Well, we have something that will definitely kill keir,” insisted Moonwing, “If only this redstone contraption works…”

    “REDSTONE? We’re playing minecraft now?” Tritonus flew into the air and flashed his wings. Moonwing then flicked a lever on the ground, two rocks budged, and lava poured out and flowed into the trapdoor. As this was following Minecraft logic, instead of the lava cooling down, the ice around the metal immediately melted, and the rain was transformed into pebbles. 

    However, the wind was still as strong as ever, just with lava mixed in. Drops of lava flowed onto unconscious Zaedyus, scorching keir and snapping keir back to consciousness. Zaedyus looked around and realized kei was still alive in the death courses, however lava was everywhere and raining down on keir. Due to keir still being tangled in the storm, the wind still stood strong and clouds obscured the exit. Though kei tried to find the exit, the wind dragged keir down and the lava finished keir off. 

    “Okay, now we know for sure Zaedyus is actually dead.” Moonwing flicked her ears and a white slab covered the screen. “And without any Solar interruptions.” 

    “But, EVERYONE WATCHING RIGHT NOW, I have an announcement to make. Since of course we have been through 5 rounds with the victim dying every time, I think most of you would be hesitant to apply. Even the tough Mario managed to get killed. You have seen that Zaedyus mentioned this wise ‘colorful yardstick’ applied keir to the course. So now, you can APPLY YOUR ENEMIES FOR THE COURSE AS WELL. Permission not required!” (what Moonwing means is that you – the reader, can now sign up other people’s OCs as well, but unlike what she said, you have to GET PERMISSION.)

    Spoiler
    Fierce winds blew against Moonwing’s light gray fur as she lightly sprinted across the snow, flapping her wings gently to prevent her from fully sinking in. Moonwing was in the snowiest part of Omnia, and its moon showed clearly and brightly in the sky. 

    She took out her invincible phone, which had a protective case made out of the same material used to build nokias, and the phone itself could withstand extreme temperatures. She texted something to all of the moons of relevance. There must be something going on with the trouble quadruplet and the Room 3ers, otherwise they wouldn’t be late 24/7. Moonwing shook her head. The Room 3ers weren’t even that relevant to the show, except for one part where Encie had killed Modjo by shooting icicles toward one part of the roof where snow was piled heavily on top. They’re the least of my concerns anyways. Some moons are just better off in their rooms. 

    Walking toward the icy ocean, Moonwing used her tidesong powers to repel the water to her will, creating a path between the huge waves of water. She then flew out of the path very quickly, then settled her tidesong powers, causing the water to fall back in place. On a massive, floating, iceberg, the same white pyramid was positioned at the top, with five massive white towers surrounding it.

    Two white planetmortals, called “polar bears”, were resting on top of the iceberg. Between the two polar bears was a very fluffy snow-white cat, with jet black deer antlers and a very fluffy tail. They opened their ice blue eyes and looked at Moonwing with curious eyes, then opened their wings. I never knew I would find my next contestant right here, right next to the base. 

    Moonwing alighted onto a different part of the iceberg, then rolled in the snow until all of her gray fur was covered with a snowy coat of white. Only her moonstone adornments sparkled in the moonlight. She then entered the pyramid and snatched a cup of hot chocolate, applying thick dollups of whipped cream on top. Her ice blue gaze flickered back from the cup of hot chocolate and the white frostwing. Actually, it’s probably a good idea to not only have Wish stay in the dorms, but also the other contestants, all the way to Round 10. I guess I’ll have a bunch of explaining to do. 

    Moonwing gracefully flew out of the base and soared in front of Wish. They at first jumped back and hissed, angel wings flattened against their sides. Both Moonwing and Wish were around the same size, as frostwings were the size of normal cosmocats, and Moonwing was a young petram, so she was smaller than adults. 

    “H-h-has t-t-t-the s-s-s-show o-o-or ep-ep-episode st-st-st-started y-y-yet? A-a-and h-h-how a-a-are y-y-you n-not c-cold?” shivered Wish. Even though they were a frostwing, this was the snowiest part of Omnia, and not even a frostwing could fare in this below zero temperatures without feeling it clearly. 

    “Because I’m a cosmodog,” answered Moonwing. “Cosmodogs have much higher temperature ranges than frostwings, and it’s not because they’re immune to the feeling, they just feel it more mildly. And to answer your second question, not yet, I have a new idea.” She flicked her tail. 

    Wish followed Moonwing into her base and looked around in awe. The base was pure platinum-white, with even more oceans of endless platinum-white. However, this still impressed them. Moonwing then led Wish to their dorm, which had a small window, so they could look out to be greeted by endless oceans of snow. 

    “Now,” began Moonwing. “I’m going to teleport Artemis, Sapphire, Kipo, Mea, Gale, and Marshmallow here.” 

    Spoiler
    Wish woke up, not expecting to be surrounded by walls of platinum-white. At first, they were confused, frantically looking around for a sign of their previous home, but nothing looked familiar. Oh. I forgot. I signed up for Moonwing’s Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru thing. Not sure what it means, but I think people die here. 

    They rolled out of bed and stretched their legs, arching their back and flattening their wings. But not everyone should die…? 

    They walked out of the room to find Artemis and Sapphire watching the previous episodes of the death course, with Sapphire shoving a bunch of chocolate in her mouth. 

    “Wish, have you eaten breakfast yet?” queried Artemis, silver-blue eyes glinting warmly as she bit into a fish. “Once you eat, you can watch with us.”

    Wish flew over to the buffet area, where Kipo grabbed yet another plate of food. This plate was topped with many chocolate cakes, cookies, and three scoops of cookies and cream ice cream. Wish examined the food displayed in front of them, and just grabbed one cone of mint chocolate chip. 

    “Don’t get too comfortable,” hissed a shrill voice behind them. Wish turned around and saw what seemed like a floating camera. They flattened their ears and nervously licked their ice cream, then realized the voice was probably their imagination. 

    “I said, DON’T GET TOO COMFORTABLE!” hissed the same voice, only louder. Wish turned to face the speaker, but only the camera again. Suddenly, a very small pale pinkish-gray dogoid with darker flecks peeked out from the side of the camera. He was only slightly larger than an ant. 

    “Wh-wh-who are you?” mewed Wish, jumping back and flattening their wings. 

    “I’m Deimos, one of Moonwing’s assistants. Or, one of Moonwing’s assistant’s twin brother,” spat the pale gray dogoid, positioning the camera to face them. “And yeah, don’t get too comfortable. After you finish your ice cream, go to Moonwing’s office. Also, I’m following you and recording all of your actions. Don’t worry, you’ll only see the camera anyways.” Wish hastily finished their ice cream and turned toward Deimos again. 

    “Already finished?” spat Deimos, “Alright, follow me. Or, follow the camera. I don’t think you can actually see me.” Wish carefully followed the camera, and into a beautifully decorated platinum-white room with a desk and a fancy chair. Moonwing was in the room, phone positioned by her ear. 

    “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN’T ESCAPE? I NEED TO KILL SOMEONE VERY BADLY!” shrieked one voice on the phone. 

    “You can always kill the cosmocats,” replied another, calmer, voice. 

    “THE COSMOCATS?! But aren’t those supposed to be pets or something?” piped in another voice. 

    “IF SICK PEOPLE WANT TO KILL ‘PET MATERIAL’, well there’s something wrong AND YOU SHOULD ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING about it,” spat another voice. 

    “But what about my magnificent $150,000 deadly lazers I bought just for this occasion?” squeaked another voice.

    “Like I said, you can test it on the cosmocats. Or if you’re feeling really savage, on the trouble quadruplet.”

    “But we have to be there! Isn’t it a bit pathetic that the oldest is only 10?”

    “Says the 12.5-year-old who can’t decide if he’s a teenager or a kid. I’m a full teenager, if you don’t know yet.”

    “Heck you, I DON’T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK!” 

    Moonwing flattened her ears in frustration and threw the phone against the wall. However, the phone broke right through the wall and went who-knows-where, and an even larger crack followed. Wish winced at the noise. 

    “OH MY SAGITTARIUS!” squeaked the small smoky and reddish brown dogoid on Moonwing’s desk whom Wish thought was decoration. “THE TOWER BROKE THE PHONE!”

    Moonwing shook her head and looked at the hole in the wall. “No silly, the phone broke the tower.” She then fired a lazer out of her moonstone bracelet and at the hole, immediately fixing it. 

    “But what about your phone?” asked the smoky dogoid, flattening his ears. Moonwing fired a moonstone lazer at the ceiling and her phone fell from the ceiling. Moonwing quickly caught the phone before it could break the floor. By this time, the phone call ended. Wish only stared in shock and bewilderment. By this time, Moonwing finally noticed them.

    “Oh, that was quick. Well, now we know that Room 3 can’t arrive due to casualties with the trouble quadruplet, we just have to wait for Tritonus, Charon, and Miranda,” remarked Moonwing. “Meanwhile, why don’t you make yourself comfortable? There are other contestants here.” Wish was confused because the latter statement completely contradicted what Deimos previously said. They flickered their gaze between the camera and Moonwing. Welp. I think it’s better to make myself comfortable before I am sent on the death courses.
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    “Hey Wish,” reminded Artemis, “I heard from Moonwing that it’s your turn to die.” She fanned her nine tails and flicked her ears. Wish nodded and flew to Moonwing’s office again. When they arrived, a small brown and pale gray dogoid by the office glanced at them and back towards Moonwing. 

    “This place changed a lot since I last arrived,” commented the brown and gray dogoid. “I see Artemis, Kipo, Sapphire, Mea, Gale, Marshmallow, and Wish-oh, and they’re also here.”

    “Yes, it’s a shame that Room 3 can’t see the beautiful new changes to our base,” replied Moonwing. 

    A small silvery dogoid with no eyes and stitches all over her pelt twitched her ears and sniffed the air. “Your next contestant is here.” 

    “Yeah, I know that Miranda, I’m just talking to Charon right now,” replied Moonwing. Miranda flicked her ears. 

    “Oh yeah, while I’m talking to Charon,” began Moonwing. “I’m just going to send you on your first course.” She then grabbed Wish, flew them to the nearest window, opened it, and yeeted them out. Wish flashed out their wings and gently drifted down on the snow without harm. The two polar bears were still there, but now they were hostile, claws unsheathed and growling. 

    The two bears cornered them against one of the towers, standing on their back legs. Wish flattened themself against the snow, shooting two jets of snow out of their antlers and onto the two savage bears. This angered the bears even more, and one of them leaped towards them, and in fright, they flew straight up towards the sky and shivered at the cold. 

    “I think I lost them,” rasped Wish, claws scrabbling at the base of the tower and tail pressed against it. Artemis poked her head out of the window. 

    “Oh, so she just threw you out and called that a ‘death course’?” snorted Artemis. “Come in and have some fish. Moonwing totally won’t notice!” Wish nodded and fluffed their long fur, entering Artemis’ dorm through the window.

    “Thanks, but I’m not hungry,” purred Wish. 

    “ARTEMIS!” barked Deimos. Artemis and Wish turned towards the camera behind them. 

    “Artemis, you cannot take contestants refuge, and Wish, you should be outside.” Artemis smiled sheepishly and shoved Wish out of the window. They quickly flew back down onto the snow. The polar bears were gone, and they breathed a sigh of relief. 

    Suddenly, the pyramid and towers morphed into a jet, with Moonwing at the pilot’s seat. A net flew down and nearly captured Wish, but they dodged before it could capture them. Another net was sent. This time, it captured them, and yanked them into the jet. Charon, the brown and gray dogoid, grabbed a pair of scissors and cut them out of the net. 

    “It’s time for your next course!” announced Moonwing. Suddenly, the floor below Wish dropped and Wish flapped their wings last minute before touching the now leafy ground. Towering trees surrounded them, and Wish closed their wings. Thorny plants surrounded them, and they heard the growl of a tiger nearby. The tiger rustled the bushes, lips curling into a snarl and showing off its gleaming white fangs. Wish winced, breathing out a plume of water-ice. The tiger flinched for a moment, then slashed its claws down their flank. They stumbled into the thorny plants, scraping themselves againrs the thorns. The tiger’s teeth snapped at their neck. They yowled, claws slashing down the tiger’s face and snow bursting out of their antlers, until all the thorny plants and the tiger were covered with thick flurries of snow. 

    While the tiger was covered with snow, Wish quickly flew away above the canopy of the forest, pelt covered with thorn-scratches and deep claw marks in their flank. A net wrapped around their hind legs and they were yanked back towards the jet. Wish collapsed on the floor, blood pulsing out of their flank. 

    Moonwing stood over them. “So you thought the bears and tiger were frightening. In the state you’re in, I really don’t think you are ready to participate in the two other courses in this round.”

    “Oh thank you! I really wasn’t prepared to fight, thank you for sparing me!” they breathed a heavy sigh of relief, lying on their side.

    “Ummm…no. I didn’t mean that. You’re still going on the other two courses, whether you’re ready or not. That’s the entire point, right?” growled Moonwing. She then fired a moonstone lazer at the roof of the jet, and the jet collapsed into a castle on the hill of a burning forest. She then pushed them out of the window.

    Black smoke filled the air and Wish coughed violently, staggering towards the castle. A huge tree collapsed, embers flying towards them. Too exhausted and weakened to dodge, they let the embers singe the tips of their once snow-white fur. Wish collapsed onto their side, blood running freely from their wounds. 

    “Oh well. I want to include the spiders in this as well, but it looks like they’re gonna die from the fire first.” Wish faintly heard the muffled voice of Moonwing. “I guess I’ll just throw the entire basket onto their face before it’s too late.” 

    Wish opened their eyes a little, only to be greeted by a basket of flying spiders. The basket landed squarely on their face, and spiders scurried out and crawled all around their pelt. Wish weakly screeched, still coughing out thick plumes of smoke and smearing their blood onto the charred ground. Flames surrounded them and the spiders, and one spider’s fangs sank into their neck. Wish convulsed, fluffy tail whipping back and forth against the charred leaves. They coughed one last cloud of smoke and jerked their legs, before lying motionless on the scorched ground. 
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    “That won’t happen to me, right?” trembled Artemis, fur bristling. 

    “Death varies from contestant to contestant,” replied Moonwing crossly. “I doubt that you will die being burned to death while being bitten by spiders.” Artemis breathed a sigh of relief. 

    “Artemis, return to your dorm now, I have to leave,” said Moonwing, pawing the castle floor. 

    “But why? Don’t you live here now?” questioned Artemis, tails drooping. 

    “No, you’ll live here for the rest of YOUR life, but I have a different home and I also have a father to attend to,” replied Moonwing, opening a portal with her portal bracelet and leaping in. 

    Spoiler
    Moonwing was rewatching Round 6, and had watched to the part where Room 3 were arguing on the phone call. She paused the video and flicked her tail. Today, I’m finding out what’s going on in Room 3. And I think I have found a way on how to do it. She turned toward her father, Earthie, who was staring into a camera, most likely doing something weird. 

    “Hey, is there any chance I can visit Room 3?” asked Moonwing. 

    “Room 3?” questioned Earthie, turning around to face the gray petram. “I guess so, but as long as you tell me EVERY SINGLE THING that you have witnessed in that chaotic room. Especially information from Europa and Encie’s closets. Who knows, you might do a better job than Juniper.” Juniper was a bird-like robot that had been sent to spy on one of the halves of Room 3. 

    “Remember, I’m your daughter, not one of your personal spy robots,” grunted Moonwing, flattening her wings. 

    “Well, do you want to go to Room 3 or not?” demanded Earthie, flicking his white ears. 

    “Well, since I’m not your personal spy robot, if you LET ME GO TO ROOM 3, then I’ll let you look in my closet,” suggested Moonwing. 

    “Sure! But you have to fulfill your side of the promise first. So that means unlocking your closet or telling me the password.” Earthie glanced at the lock on Moonwing’s closet door. Moonwing then blurted out her closet password. 

    “Okay, now you can go,” he affirmed, flicking a golden ticket towards Moonwing. Moonwing’s tail curled around the ticket. 
    She then created a portal, and leaped in. 
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    A portal opened, and Moonwing leaped out. She wasn’t in Room 3, but she was in Gatekeeper territory. She knew this because the room was small, cube-shaped, and gray. Fanning out her golden ticket, Moonwing waited to be admitted. This was the first time she crossed from Room 2 to Room 3. A miniscule door opened, and a tiny pale gray nanus walked out, snake-like tail raised, and pale blue eyes narrowed to slits. I didn’t expect the gatekeeper to be this small. 

    “Why would a 5 year old be a gatekeeper…” muttered Moonwing, glancing at the tiny gatekeeper and back at herself. 

    “5?” growled the gatekeeper, paw flicking her long, fluffy ear. “Oh no, I’m actually 18. I’m just VERY SMALL, okay?”

    “18? Then why didn’t I see you at the Solar meeting?” inquired Moonwing, flattening her ears and flicking her tail. 

    “Because along with Pluto, Eris, Haumea, and Makemaka, I have been yeeted. Now hand me your golden ticket to pass,” growled the gatekeeper, glaring at Moonwing’s golden ticket. Mooonwing flicked the ticket towards her. 

    Suddenly, out of the same door that the gatekeeper walked out of, a second, smaller, and darker-furred gatekeeper zipped out, nearly crashing into the wall, and bobbed tail flicking back and forth. She was carrying a magnifying glass. Moonwing sat down, watching. 

    “VESTA!” screeched the first gatekeeper, fluffing her pale gray fur, “What a terrible entrance you have made! This is Earthie’s daughter we’re presenting in front of!”

    “But Ceres, I’m not an adult yet!” Vesta complained, fiddling with her magnifying glass and accidentally dropping it on the ticket with a thud. Ceres growled quietly. 

    “Alright, but since you have bungled the entrance completely, you must examine the ticket well and thoroughly.” Vesta nodded, and proceeded to pick up the magnifying glass. She then hastily fumbled with the ticket and magnifying glass, tossed the magnifying glass aside, and handed the ticket towards Ceres.

    “You just looked at it, did you, Vesta?” Ceres handed the ticket back to the much larger Moonwing. “Sorry for the interruption. This is Vesta’s first day gatekeeping and she’s already doing a terrible job. But she’ll get the hang of it.” Moonwing didn’t know what to respond with, so she just grabbed the ticket, opened a portal, and plunged in. 

    As soon as Moonwing set one paw on the Room 3 floor, a swarm of tiny puppies no bigger than hamsters flew by. Moonwing flattened her ears in annoyance and flew towards what looked like Room 3.1. She opened the door a little bit and peeked through the door. 
    “Moonwing? What the heck are you doing here? Don’t you live in Room 2 or something like that?” inquired Europa, turning around on her swivel-chair. Moonwing fully opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door behind her.  

    “I’m just investigating your Trouble Quadruplet issue, you and your roommates were completely absent during all of Room 6,” replied Moonwing, adjusting her crystal-encrusted bow.

    “Oh, that. You’re in the wrong half of the room then,” replied Europa, flicking her pink ribbons. 

    “But that doesn’t explain why you’re late. If the Trouble Quadruplet don’t usually go here, then why were you late or even absent?”

    “I mean, reasons would vary from sibling to sibling, except I usually try to help Enice get there herself and she is part of the other half. I don’t really care tha-”

    Suddenly, the door was slammed down and a plume of fire streaked across the room. Europa flattened herself against her swivel-chair, while Moonwing flipped out of the way.
     
    “Io, this is the 44th time you broke the door. Why can’t you just-” hissed Europa, half trembling. 

    “I OPEN THE DOOR HOW I WANT TO OPEN THE DOOR!” Io barked, spiking her tail and breathing yet another plume of fire. 

    “That’s called BREAKING the door, not OPENING it,” growled Callista in annoyance, rolling around on her bed and flicking her fluffy tail. Io growled and violently threw herself onto her swivel-chair. 

    “Okay Callista, do you want to tell me why you were absent during the last round or can Europa explain it for me?” asked Moonwing, curling her tail. 

    “Well, since I have ears, I won’t just tell you ‘oH iT’S thE sTuPiD tRouBlE qUaDruPlEt aNd thE fLsCS aGAiN’ because Europa just said they don’t visit this half very much, it’s because she wants to help Encie get out of her and her sibling’s troubles, and Io kinda just fights everyone to the point she’s getting herself nowhere and just driving herself even more crazier than she was,” responded Callista, curling her tail tightly around her paws. 

    “I said YOU, not your younger siblings. If Europa wants to help her friend and Io wants to fight everyone and everything, then why didn’t you and Ganymedis show up? You have every reason to.” Moonwing’s ice blue eyes glared into Callista’s pale indigo ones. Callista looked down and licked her pawpads. Moonwing continued glaring at her.
     
    “Once you find him, talk to my brother, he will explain everything. In a very arrogant way,” said Callista awkwardly, rolling around in her bed. Moonwing flicked her ears and continued glaring at her.

    “Where is he, though?” asked Moonwing, flicking her ear.

    “I mean, you can wait for a minute for him to return-if he doesn’t, you can just straight up break into central room and scream ‘GANYMEDIS YOUR SIS TOLD ME TO TELL YOU WHY YOU AND HER WERE ABSENT LAST ROUND’ because if not in Room 3.1 then he’s probably there bragging about how he’s a teenager to all the other 5 year olds who probably don’t understand,” replied Callista, smoothing her messy fur with her paws.  

    “Yeah, but what, where, and when, why, and how is the central room? I don’t know Room 3 as much as you do,” inquired Moonwing, raising a paw.

    “To answer your first question, the central room is pointless. It looks perfect for meetings yet the Solar Conferences are held in Room 2. To answer your second question, it’s in Room 3. To answer your next two questions, they are grammatically incorrect so I shall not answer it. To answer your last question, the central room has no feelings.” 

    “Okay, I know that the ‘central room’ is in Room 3, but WHERE in Room 3?” asked Moonwing, perking her ears.

    “The center of this half of Room 3. It’s called the central room, not the somewhere-in-Room 3 room.” 

    Moonwing slowly backed out of the room, not breaking eye contact with Callista. “It’d better be a good reason…” As soon as her back paw stepped outside of Room 3.1, a tiny dark-furred mirconubes barreled into her right wing. She opened her right wing, immediately knocking the micronubes off. 

    “So, I’m not sure if you know the answer, but do you have some sort of teleportation thing?” asked Moonwing, shaking her long gray fur. 

    “CENTRAL ROOM!” they squeaked, opening their wings and zipping out of sight. Oh great, everything’s in the central room and I don’t even know where that is. Whatever. 
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    After 10 minutes of opening random doors, flying aimlessly around the maze of that one half of Room 3, and accidentally crashing into the borders of the other half of Room 3, Moonwing finally found a door that looked fancy enough to be the door of the central room. The door had been painted with a sleek coat of lead white, with a thick golden border surrounding the edges. The other doors, except Room 3.1, were still the same unpainted dull rocky gray slabs of flying space rocks. 

    She slowly opened the door, careful not to disturb anyone in it. As this WAS the central room, it must be handled with care. As soon as she entered the room, a titanic, towering silver-gray stalagmite jutted out of the ground, with multiple dazzling golden and silver spikes jutting out from the sides. Seated on the largest, most flattest out of these spikes, was Ganymedis, tail gracefully draping over the edge. 

    Remembering what Callista told her to say, Moonwing barked “GANYMEDIS YOUR SIS TOLD ME TO TELL YOU WHY YOU AND HER WERE ABSENT LAST ROUND!” Ganymedis glared back at her in disbelief and shook his head. 

    “Moonwing? What the heck are you doing here? You’re a Room 2er, right?” he growled, flicking his tail. 

    Moonwing cleared her throat and repeated the words Callista told her to say, but only changed a few things: “Since your sister doesn’t want to explain it herself, why were you late for Round 5 and absent for Round 6?”

    Ganymedis’ amber eyes glinted. “Well, do I have to be at the meeting on time?” A micronubes leaped onto the same platform he was standing on, and he rested his paw on their head. 

    “Well yes, I CLEARLY sent that text message that the meetings are MANDATORY. What made you think you can skip them?” Moonwing growled, revealing her teeth and pawing the floor. Ganymedis snorted, flicking his tail. The young micronubes flew away, but another landed on his wing. 

    “Well, you see, or you probably don’t, this rock belongs to my father, but I’m currently sitting on it because, well, I can. I’m the oldest out of all of the generation, after all. Of course, being a mature, responsible, teenager, I have 78 other lil’ kiddos to manage, some more manageable than others, so why would I have time for your meetings?” Ganymedis fluffed his brown-gray fur and flicked his ear. 

    “Did Jupii force you to be the babysitter or something?”

    “Well, not really, I just want to be. But I can still watch your death courses through UniverseTube so I don’t see why you’re making such a big fuss.”

    “Okay, but I came here for YOU to explain Callista and why she didn’t attend. Europa has Encie she wants to help, Io fights everyone to the point she probably forgot that she was supposed to escape, and you choose to not attend the meetings to babysit your 78 siblings because you want to, but what’s stopping HER from attending last round?” Moonwing finally asked the question that she wanted to answer.

    “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” he spat, flattening his ears.

    “SHE told me to ask YOU, which is why I’m here in the central room IN THE FIRST PLACE!”

    “Well, I’m pretty sure Callista will explain herself better than I can, but I’ll try anyways. Well, if you remember Round 4, Earthie put you in quarantine so Charon and Phobos stepped up. If you watch your own episodes, there was one point where she said ‘We’re not going to follow your rules anyways. I’d rather trust the oldest than the youngest.’”
    “And what does that have to do with ANYTHING? Cosmodogs can get a little snarky at times, so why does that matter?”

    “She was JEALOUS of your little underage sidekicks, of course. Of course, when she was debating over if she should attend Round 5 or not, I decided to appoint her as second-in-command so she is well…less jealous. The only reason why we were late is because the others insist on us joining so we had to leave our older sibling duties. And of course, she spoke over the other half of the Room 3ers to make it look like she wasn’t overthrowing or rebelling against you or something like that. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with admitting you’re the oldest Gen 3er’s second-in-command-”

    “GANYMEDIS! Do you know that I’m the leader of this group or are you ignoring the meetings and rounds because you want to remain in your high position here in Room 3?!” snarled Moonwing, flying in front of him. Ganymedis stood up on his platform and growled, flicking his pale ears. 

    “You have no right to speak here! Yeah, you can tell me this silly stuff in your own room, but not HERE!” He then leaped off of the platform and nearly bit Moonwing’s tail. Moonwing stiffened her wings, then quickly flew out of the central room, not looking back, or in any direction, really. She crashed facefirst into the border between the first half of Room 3 and the second half. She then remembered her golden ticket, carefully taking it out of her bow and holding it in front of the border. Nothing happened. She then flicked her ear, then grabbed her Uno reverse card and swiped it in front of the border. A hole was pierced through the magic border before quickly reforming. Moonwing grinned, swiped the card in front of the border, and quickly leaped in. She was now in the other half. 

    Moonwing got up on four paws and shook her gray fur. Suddenly, two micronubes smaller than her leaped out of nowhere–one pale gray and white with pale yellow eyes and the other a darker gray and white striped with dark green eyes. Although they were both smaller than her–about the same size as a small possum, both micronubi cornered her to the wall, fur bristling and tails raised. 

    A slightly larger, but not that large, pale gray and white micronubes approached all three cosmodogs, flicking her tail and glaring at Moonwing with piercing dark pink eyes. So, these are the Trouble Quadruplet? They aren’t even a quadruplet. I literally wonder how Titane or Iapetus isn’t able to just kick them in the face and escape. 

    Suddenly, a shrill screech sounded from above. Moonwing looked up, and a decently small prickly dark gray micronubes with dark blue eyes fell from the ceiling, landing squarely on Moonwing’s back. Oh, let’s just say he doesn’t count because he looks like an idiot. 

    Moonwing shook her head and flew directly over the ‘Trouble Quadruplet’, ignoring the four feisty micronubi chasing her. 

    “WAIT!” barked the pink-eyed micronubes. Moonwing ignored her and continued flying towards Room 3.2. 

    “No one approaches the trouble quadruplet and GETS AWAY WITH IT! WE WORK FOR OUR MOTHER! YOU’LL PAY, you INTRUDER!” howled the yellow-eyed micronubes angrily, flicking his pointed ears at a floating camera nearby. In response, the camera shot out a small fireball. Moonwing skidded to a halt as the fireball landed and scorched the ground where she would be if she didn’t stop flying. The four micronubi caught up to her, and the largest stepped in front of her and the fireball.

    “Well hello, you fellow intruder. We have prevented pesky lil’ siblings from escaping, but never have we prevented pesky not-so-lil’ intruders from entering this place in the first place. But having a heart of MERCY, we allow you to speak why you’re intruding,” introduced the pink-eyed micronubi. 

    “I’m not intruding!” spat Moonwing, “I have a golden ticket!” 

    “The golden ticket isn’t useful now, it’s just to get past the gatekeeper. We have different standards here.” The pink-eyed micronubes circled her, and the other two gray and white micronubi hovered over Moonwing, looking intently at her eyes and pelt. The tiny dark gray micronubes just shrugged. As the circle of micronubi closed around her, Moonwing flashed out her reverse card she used previously to get past the border. The micronubi with yellow and green eyes immediately flinched, wings and tail stiffening. However, the pink-eyed micronubes just smirked and flashed out two reverse cards. 

    Although the pink-eyed micronubes was significantly more powerful than her, as she wielded two reverse cards, Moonwing fully opened her wings and glared at the pink-eyed micronubes, a menacing twinkle in her ice blue eyes. I don’t use this outside of the show, but- She then slipped on her moonstone bracelet, prepared to aim a moonstone lazer at her. The pink-eyed micronubes looked unimpressed and raised her reverse cards. 

    Suddenly, a handsome, large, long-furred, pale orange and teal micronubes flew through the air, grabbing the pink-eyed micronubes by the scruff and gently yeeting her into one of the halls. The other two micronubi bristled, both flying straight towards the larger micronubes and clinging onto his wings. 

    Moonwing stared back, slightly disappointed that she couldn’t use the moonstone lazer on the pink-eyed micronubes. Whatever. I’ll just help him fight the other trouble quadruplets. She swooped gracefully over the larger micronubes, cleanly grabbing the yellow-eyed micronubes by the scruff and yeeting him in the same direction as the pink-eyed micronubes was yeeted in. In response, the tiny blue-eyed micronubes flung himself toward Moonwing, but she swiftly stepped aside, causing him to fly towards who-knows-where. When Moonwing glanced back twoards the orange and teal micronubes, the green-eyed micronubes was gone. 

    Now that all of the “trouble quadruplet” were taken care of, Moonwing approached the orange and teal micronubes that ridded her of the pesky little micronubi. As her vision cleared, she finally recognized the gauntlet and the piercing light purple eyes. Oh heck, I’m an idiot for not recognizing him at first. How did I forget that Titane is the only one with that magnificently long fur of that color?

    “Titane!” she scolded, crouching and glaring at him with cold eyes. “How could you be deterred by these little puppies? You’re the largest out of all of your siblings, HOW?!”

    “You just saw me fling Rheamu and Dione towards the sixth dimension, do you need more?” grunted Titane, licking his pawpads. 

    “I highly doubt flinging this ‘Trouble Quadruplet’ toward one of the many halls of Room 3 would deter them. Also, I can also fling them into the halls as well. Look how I destroyed that yellow-eyed one! It’s not an exclusive ability only you have.”

    “Well, Moonwing, you seem to not understand something about this half of Room 3. Not only do I have to fight off the Trouble Quadruplet, but I also have to do it in a way that won’t hurt them, otherwise Saturn would destroy me. Also, even though I look like I can yeet all four of them out of the window, these puppies brand themselves as ‘Forepaws of the flscs’, and oh boy that’s horrifyingly accurate. Everytime they make a slight gesture towards the floating cameras, nets and fireballs are shot and you were only lucky that I got rid of Rheamu before she was able to use her reverse cards and flscs against you.” Moonwing fluffed her fur, trying to comprehend everything that Titane just said. Oh wow. I must have really underestimated them badly. Like, dangerously bad. Not long after, Rheamu, the pink-eyed micronubes, charged at Titane and Moonwing again, this time with Dione, the green-eyed micronubes, the yellow-eyed micronubes, and five flscs flanking her. 

    “We’re not that easy to get rid of, unlike you,” hissed Rheamu, raising her tail. Four of the flscs shot beams of fire that created a high ring of fire surrounding the two moons of relevance, and the fifth one aimed a net straight at them. Titane raised his tail, and somehow the net was blown off towards the side and flew straight into the fire, reducing it to ashes. Moonwing was yet again shocked by the chaos of this half of Room 3. The yellow-eyed micronubes and Dione flattened their ears, backing away slowly. Even Rheamu looked taken aback, her pink eyes widening. She quickly shook her head and her eyes were back to being narrowed to slits. 

    “Now where is that other little fool….” she muttered quietly, gathering Dione and the yellow-eyed micronubi and flying towards the direction the blue-eyed micronubes threw himself in. 
    
    “Welp, I’m pretty sure I have a clear idea on why the trouble quadruplet is an issue now,” stammered Moonwing, closing her wings. Titane nodded. 

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  • [spoiler title=”Round 5: Transplaneted”]
    “It has been quite a long time since I hosted another show,” said Moonwing, staring at the glowing rocks of Omnia. Phobos and Charon nodded in agreement, as two more applications were sent. 
    “Well, how about I host one now?” asked Moonwing, taking out her phone, “I think Zaedyus is ready for butchering. No brain scanner or translator required, it’s automatically activated here. It’s the first time the show is hosted on OMNIA!” She flicked her bushy tail and stared at the sky.

    Room 3 was late, again, which wasn’t expected as Moonwing thought that the Room 3ers had found an effective solution to their escaping problems, but it seems like another problem has sprouted. However, Miranda (who has given her an explanation to the basics of LGBT earlier) and Tritonus have arrived. 
    “Huh. I thought their problems were over since they were using bathrooms as an effective escape route,” growled Moonwing. She then fired a moonstone lazer at the base of the white pyramid, teleporting Zaedyus there. 
    “Yeah, it seems weird they were early for two rounds, and now they suddenly have another obstacle,” agreed Charon, flicking his ear. 
    “Well, since none of them have an actual impact on the show, I think it’s safe to get to annihilating Zaedyus since kei could handle less hosts anyways,” hissed Moonwing. “And it would be much easier without Io here anyways. She’s a bit too insistent on how our contestants should die, which is very annoying.”
    Moonwing then flew toward the white pyramid where Zaedyus lied in wait. Kei looked very untroubled by the fact that a colorful yardstick signed keir up to die. 
    “ARE YOU PREPARED?!” screeched Moonwing, flashing out her white wings.
    “I am very much prepared, as Bramb — I mean the colorful yardstick has much wisdom and tey know I will survive this course, even though it is called a death course,” responded Zaedyus. Kei was a muscular, dark brown lion with a thick, fluffy black mane, a dark scorpion tail, teal eyes, and black bat wings. 
    “We’ll see,” hissed Moonwing. She then fired a moonstone lazer at keir, immediately teleporting keir into a garden of twisting blue vines and vantablack flowers. Zaedyus looked at the tall vines, then back at the low flowers, then flew above the vines. Moonwing remained calm and waited for the blue vines to do their thing. 
    Suddenly, a vine flew into the air and snapped firmly around Zaedyus’s foreleg, violently yanking keir down from the sky. Two more vines snapped around each of keir hind legs, and one around keir scorpion tail. Another vine wrapped tightly around both of keir wings and pulled keir down even further, pressing keir against the ground. A vine with a vantablack flower growing around it then proceeded to wrap around Zaedyus’ thick, fluffy mane. 
    Suddenly, from behind Moonwing, a portal opened and the Room 3ers came out. 
    “YOU. HAVE. ALREADY. BEGAN. THE. KILLING. OF. THE. CONTESTANT,” barked Io, opening her dragon wings and breathing out a plume of smoke. “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SO EARLIER?” 
    “YOU. WERE. LAAATEEE,” replied Moonwing firmly, turning around to face the devil-horned micro nubes-magnus. “That’s WHY. And all of you, why were you late in the first place? I thought your trouble with the flscs and trouble quadruplets were over.”
    “Not anymore,” growled Callista, “Somehow, Tethos found out and decided to put heavy guards on all 35 bathrooms to make sure we’re actually using the bathrooms as intended.”
    “And I think I know who told Te-” began Encie, but then stopped abruptly for some reason. 
    “Oh, interesting. We have begun the killing of Zaedyus already,” reminded Moonwing,
    looking at the blue vine garden. Zaedyus was nearly invisible in the thick tangle of vines, all wrapped around keir. However, there was a small hint of a scorpion tail in the bundle. 
    Zaedyus sliced keir sharp scorpion tail across the vines. Io, who was for some reason perching on a couple of the vines, stared straight at keir with piercing dark green eyes. After cutting keirself out of the vine bundle with keir scorpion tail, Zaedyus tried to fly out quickly before another vine could pull keir down. 
    Kei ignored Io and flew straight towards Moonwing. Moonwing didn’t seem surprised at all, like she had more in store for keir. She then grabbed a plain, boring yardstick from nowhere and stared at keir with cold icy eyes.  
    “So what are you going to do now?” asked Zaedyus, staring at the yardstick. Moonwing fired a moonstone lazer at the yardstick. The yardstick then turned all flashy and colorful and sprouted tiny wings. The yardstick then duplicated and one of them slapped Zaedyus. 
    “Hey, this doesn’t look like the wise colorful yardstick that signed me up,” growled Zaedyus, flying away very quickly from the berserk yardsticks and slapping one of them with keir tail. 
    “It’s not. It’s supposed to be a poor copy of the yardstick,” scoffed Moonwing. Another yardstick flew up to Zaedyus and slapped keir, and even more yardsticks surrounded keir and cornered keir against one of the white moonstone towers. 
    “H-How DO YOU EXPECT COLORFUL PIECES OF LONG FLAT WOOD TO KILL A DARK LION WITH A SCORPION TAIL?” Io flattened her dragon wings and lashed her tail, glaring at Moonwing. “AND WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR COMMANDO-EXECUTOR? Isn’t th-that the most important thing DURING THE COURSES?”
    “I found it better to commando-enchant my bracelets to perform basic commands via lazers, there’s no rush to return it,” replied Moonwing, flattening her ears. “As for the colorful yardstick thing, it’s literally just to mock keir. Not everything in the death courses has to kill.” Io lashed her tail again.
    Moonwing then fired a moonstone lazer at a random taco left on the floor. The taco slowly levitated, and gusts of wind flew around it. The taco then flew straight at Zaedyus and split apart into leaves of lettuces, bits of meat, the sauce, and the hard taco shell. Suddenly, the colorful yardsticks surrounding keir dissolved into nothingness, and kei was swept away by the same gusts of wind revolving around what was left of the taco. 
    “Zaedyus is dead, right? I don’t see keir,” remarked Phobos, looking slightly confused. 
    “Just because the wind swept keir away doesn’t necessarily mean that kei’s automatically dead,” insisted Moonwing. The taco tornado was quite visible in the atmosphere of Omnia, however Zaedyus was only a tiny black dot in the sky. 
    Suddenly, Zaedyus fell from the sky, keir pelt covered in taco sauce and bits of meat. Flapping keir bat wings, kei stopped abruptly above the ground before kei could die of impact. Kei then carefully licked a bit of taco sauce from keir claws. 
    “That was a tasty tornado, the wise yardstick is goin to be correct,” remarked Zaedyus, standing back on the floor. 
    “Oh,” sneered Moonwing, looking at Zaedyus coldly, “That only scratched the surface. Prepare – for THE NIGHTMARE PERIODS.” Zaedyus looked untroubled and flicked keir tail.
    “Nightmare period? That is not peace break, right?” inquired Zaedyus. Moonwing shot a moonstone lazer at keir, and kei immediately teleported into a dark red habitat, with cutting, jagged cliffs and towering peaks. Fire blazed at every corner and kei recoiled, flattening keir body against the blood-colored rocks. 
    “FINALLY something that is deadly enough to kill,” grunted Io, flattening her ears. 
    Meanwhile, in the apparent Minecraft nether, Zaedyus ventured toward the edge of one cliff. A hot plume of lava spewed out of the cracks, and kei backed away slowly. 
    “Just like the other rounds, are you going to teleport me back for another nightmare period you have in store after five minutes?” asked Zaedyus, finding a pattern. 
    “No – this time you have to find a door to access your next nightmare period,” replied Moonwing, closing her wings. 
    Fire surrounded Zaedyus at every corner, then blew out. A stream of lava bubbled by keir. Kei scanned the surroundings, then wiggled keir ears. In the dry, hot, environment of the Minecraft nether, a cool, humid, draft drifted by. Zaedyus followed, trying to avoid the random spurts of fire out of the cracked floor or surprise lava streams. 

    “Is this the unpixelated version of Minecraft Nether?” questioned Callista, curling her blueish-gray tail around her paws. Moonwing nodded and watched as Zaedyus pushed a red boulder away, revealing an ice-covered steel trapdoor. How a steel trap door got covered in ice in a hot environment in the first place shall remain a mystery, but hey, Zaedyus found the door out. Or, lets say, out of the nether and into literal tornadoes. 
    Zaedyus examined the door. This was where the cold drafts of air were coming from. Kei then carefully opened the door just a little, then the wind *somehow* sucked keir right in. 
    Zaedyus was now in a bottomless pit filled with thunder clouds and tornadoes. Lightning flashed in front of keir eyes, and kei struggled to fly against the supersonic winds. The winds quickly overwhelmed keir and dragged keir down, where rain pelted keir face and wings. Somehow, a gust of fire was sucked in by the wind and singed the tips of keir wings slightly, as kei managed to fly keirself back toward the roof. Out of nowhere, a bolt of lightning struck Zaedyus, scorching keir wings and face and knocking keir unconscious. 
    “KEI’S DEAD!” screeched Phobos, aggressively flapping his wings and flying like a bullet towards the screen on the white pyramid where Zaedyus was being watched.
    “Yeah, last time we assumed Ina was dead, but xe was actually very much alive. Since we’re on Omnia, there won’t be any Solars rudely interrupting, but we can’t just assume kei is dead,” hissed Encie (yes, I am using that as a nickname now so deal with it), spiking her plumy tail. 
    “Well, we have something that will definitely kill keir,” insisted Moonwing, “If only this redstone contraption works…”
    “REDSTONE? We’re playing minecraft now?” Tritonus flew into the air and flashed his wings. Moonwing then flicked a lever on the ground, two rocks budged, and lava poured out and flowed into the trapdoor. As this was following Minecraft logic, instead of the lava cooling down, the ice around the metal immediately melted, and the rain was transformed into pebbles. 
    However, the wind was still as strong as ever, just with lava mixed in. Drops of lava flowed onto unconscious Zaedyus, scorching keir and snapping keir back to consciousness. Zaedyus looked around and realized kei was still alive in the death courses, however lava was everywhere and raining down on keir. Due to keir still being tangled in the storm, the wind still stood strong and clouds obscured the exit. Though kei tried to find the exit, the wind dragged keir down and the lava finished keir off. 
    “Okay, now we know for sure Zaedyus is actually dead.” Moonwing flicked her ears and a white slab covered the screen. “And without any Solar interruptions.” 
    “But, EVERYONE WATCHING RIGHT NOW, I have an announcement to make. Since of course we have been through 5 rounds with the victim dying every time, I think most of you would be hesitant to apply. Even the tough Mario managed to get killed. You have seen that Zaedyus mentioned this wise ‘colorful yardstick’ applied keir to the course. So now, you can APPLY YOUR ENEMIES FOR THE COURSE AS WELL. Permission not required!” (what Moonwing means is that you – the reader, can now sign up other people’s OCs as well, but unlike what she said, you have to GET PERMISSION.)
    [/spoiler]

    [spoiler title=”BTS 5: Dorms in Snowstorms”]
    Fierce winds blew against Moonwing’s light gray fur as she lightly sprinted across the snow, flapping her wings gently to prevent her from fully sinking in. Moonwing was in the snowiest part of Omnia, and its moon showed clearly and brightly in the sky. 
    She took out her invincible phone, which had a protective case made out of the same material used to build nokias, and the phone itself could withstand extreme temperatures. She texted something to all of the moons of relevance. There must be something going on with the trouble quadruplet and the Room 3ers, otherwise they wouldn’t be late 24/7. Moonwing shook her head. The Room 3ers weren’t even that relevant to the show, except for one part where Encie had killed Modjo by shooting icicles toward one part of the roof where snow was piled heavily on top. They’re the least of my concerns anyways. Some moons are just better off in their rooms. 
    Walking toward the icy ocean, Moonwing used her tidesong powers to repel the water to her will, creating a path between the huge waves of water. She then flew out of the path very quickly, then settled her tidesong powers, causing the water to fall back in place. On a massive, floating, iceberg, the same white pyramid was positioned at the top, with five massive white towers surrounding it.
    Two white planetmortals, called “polar bears”, were resting on top of the iceberg. Between the two polar bears was a very fluffy snow-white cat, with jet black deer antlers and a very fluffy tail. They opened their ice blue eyes and looked at Moonwing with curious eyes, then opened their wings. I never knew I would find my next contestant right here, right next to the base. 
    Moonwing alighted onto a different part of the iceberg, then rolled in the snow until all of her gray fur was covered with a snowy coat of white. Only her moonstone adornments sparkled in the moonlight. She then entered the pyramid and snatched a cup of hot chocolate, applying thick dollups of whipped cream on top. Her ice blue gaze flickered back from the cup of hot chocolate and the white frostwing. Actually, it’s probably a good idea to not only have Wish stay in the dorms, but also the other contestants, all the way to Round 10. I guess I’ll have a bunch of explaining to do. 
    Moonwing gracefully flew out of the base and soared in front of Wish. They at first jumped back and hissed, angel wings flattened against their sides. Both Moonwing and Wish were around the same size, as frostwings were the size of normal cosmocats, and Moonwing was a young petram, so she was smaller than adults. 
    “H-h-has t-t-t-the s-s-s-show o-o-or ep-ep-episode st-st-st-started y-y-yet? A-a-and h-h-how a-a-are y-y-you n-not c-cold?” shivered Wish. Even though they were a frostwing, this was the snowiest part of Omnia, and not even a frostwing could fare in this below zero temperatures without feeling it clearly. 
    “Because I’m a cosmodog,” answered Moonwing. “Cosmodogs have much higher temperature ranges than frostwings, and it’s not because they’re immune to the feeling, they just feel it more mildly. And to answer your second question, not yet, I have a new idea.” She flicked her tail. 
    Wish followed Moonwing into her base and looked around in awe. The base was pure platinum-white, with even more oceans of endless platinum-white. However, this still impressed them. Moonwing then led Wish to their dorm, which had a small window, so they could look out to be greeted by endless oceans of snow. 
    “Now,” began Moonwing. “I’m going to teleport Artemis, Sapphire, Kipo, Mea, Gale, and Marshmallow here.”
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    [spoiler title=”Round 6: Don’t get too comfortable”]
    Wish woke up, not expecting to be surrounded by walls of platinum-white. At first, they were confused, frantically looking around for a sign of their previous home, but nothing looked familiar. Oh. I forgot. I signed up for Moonwing’s Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru thing. Not sure what it means, but I think people die here. 
    They rolled out of bed and stretched their legs, arching their back and flattening their wings. But not everyone should die…? 
    They walked out of the room to find Artemis and Sapphire watching the previous episodes of the death course, with Sapphire shoving a bunch of chocolate in her mouth. 
    “Wish, have you eaten breakfast yet?” queried Artemis, silver-blue eyes glinting warmly as she bit into a fish. “Once you eat, you can watch with us.”
    Wish flew over to the buffet area, where Kipo grabbed yet another plate of food. This plate was topped with many chocolate cakes, cookies, and three scoops of cookies and cream ice cream. Wish examined the food displayed in front of them, and just grabbed one cone of mint chocolate chip. 
    “Don’t get too comfortable,” hissed a shrill voice behind them. Wish turned around and saw what seemed like a floating camera. They flattened their ears and nervously licked their ice cream, then realized the voice was probably their imagination. 
    “I said, DON’T GET TOO COMFORTABLE!” hissed the same voice, only louder. Wish turned to face the speaker, but only the camera again. Suddenly, a very small pale pinkish-gray dogoid with darker flecks peeked out from the side of the camera. He was only slightly larger than an ant. 
    “Wh-wh-who are you?” mewed Wish, jumping back and flattening their wings. 
    “I’m Deimos, one of Moonwing’s assistants. Or, one of Moonwing’s assistant’s twin brother,” spat the pale gray dogoid, positioning the camera to face them. “And yeah, don’t get too comfortable. After you finish your ice cream, go to Moonwing’s office. Also, I’m following you and recording all of your actions. Don’t worry, you’ll only see the camera anyways.” Wish hastily finished their ice cream and turned toward Deimos again. 
    “Already finished?” spat Deimos, “Alright, follow me. Or, follow the camera. I don’t think you can actually see me.” Wish carefully followed the camera, and into a beautifully decorated platinum-white room with a desk and a fancy chair. Moonwing was in the room, phone positioned by her ear. 
    “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN’T ESCAPE? I NEED TO KILL SOMEONE VERY BADLY!” shrieked one voice on the phone. 
    “You can always kill the cosmocats,” replied another, calmer, voice. 
    “THE COSMOCATS?! But aren’t those supposed to be pets or something?” piped in another voice. 
    “IF SICK PEOPLE WANT TO KILL ‘PET MATERIAL’, well there’s something wrong AND YOU SHOULD ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING about it,” spat another voice. 
    “But what about my magnificent $150,000 deadly lazers I bought just for this occasion?” squeaked another voice.
    “Like I said, you can test it on the cosmocats. Or if you’re feeling really savage, on the trouble quadruplet.”
    “But we have to be there! Isn’t it a bit pathetic that the oldest is only 10?”
    “Says the 12.5-year-old who can’t decide if he’s a teenager or a kid. I’m a full teenager, if you don’t know yet.”
    “Heck you, I DON’T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK!” 
    Moonwing flattened her ears in frustration and threw the phone against the wall. However, the phone broke right through the wall and went who-knows-where, and an even larger crack followed. Wish winced at the noise. 
    “OH MY SAGITTARIUS!” squeaked the small smoky and reddish brown dogoid on Moonwing’s desk whom Wish thought was decoration. “THE TOWER BROKE THE PHONE!”
    Moonwing shook her head and looked at the hole in the wall. “No silly, the phone broke the tower.” She then fired a lazer out of her moonstone bracelet and at the hole, immediately fixing it. 
    “But what about your phone?” asked the smoky dogoid, flattening his ears. Moonwing fired a moonstone lazer at the ceiling and her phone fell from the ceiling. Moonwing quickly caught the phone before it could break the floor. By this time, the phone call ended. Wish only stared in shock and bewilderment. By this time, Moonwing finally noticed them.
    “Oh, that was quick. Well, now we know that Room 3 can’t arrive due to casualties with the trouble quadruplet, we just have to wait for Tritonus, Charon, and Miranda,” remarked Moonwing. “Meanwhile, why don’t you make yourself comfortable? There are other contestants here.” Wish was confused because the latter statement completely contradicted what Deimos previously said. They flickered their gaze between the camera and Moonwing. Welp. I think it’s better to make myself comfortable before I am sent on the death courses.

    “Hey Wish,” reminded Artemis, “I heard from Moonwing that it’s your turn to die.” She fanned her nine tails and flicked her ears. Wish nodded and flew to Moonwing’s office again. When they arrived, a small brown and pale gray dogoid by the office glanced at them and back towards Moonwing. 
    “This place changed a lot since I last arrived,” commented the brown and gray dogoid. “I see Artemis, Kipo, Sapphire, Mea, Gale, Marshmallow, and Wish-oh, and they’re also here.”
    “Yes, it’s a shame that Room 3 can’t see the beautiful new changes to our base,” replied Moonwing. 
    A small silvery dogoid with no eyes and stitches all over her pelt twitched her ears and sniffed the air. “Your next contestant is here.” 
    “Yeah, I know that Miranda, I’m just talking to Charon right now,” replied Moonwing. Miranda flicked her ears. 
    “Oh yeah, while I’m talking to Charon,” began Moonwing. “I’m just going to send you on your first course.” She then grabbed Wish, flew them to the nearest window, opened it, and yeeted them out. Wish flashed out their wings and gently drifted down on the snow without harm. The two polar bears were still there, but now they were hostile, claws unsheathed and growling. 
    The two bears cornered them against one of the towers, standing on their back legs. Wish flattened themself against the snow, shooting two jets of snow out of their antlers and onto the two savage bears. This angered the bears even more, and one of them leaped towards them, and in fright, they flew straight up towards the sky and shivered at the cold. 
    “I think I lost them,” rasped Wish, claws scrabbling at the base of the tower and tail pressed against it. Artemis poked her head out of the window. 
    “Oh, so she just threw you out and called that a ‘death course’?” snorted Artemis. “Come in and have some fish. Moonwing totally won’t notice!” Wish nodded and fluffed their long fur, entering Artemis’ dorm through the window.
    “Thanks, but I’m not hungry,” purred Wish. 
    “ARTEMIS!” barked Deimos. Artemis and Wish turned towards the camera behind them. 
    “Artemis, you cannot take contestants refuge, and Wish, you should be outside.” Artemis meekly smiled and shoved Wish out of the window. They quickly flew back down onto the snow. The polar bears were gone, and they breathed a sigh of relief. 
    Suddenly, the pyramid and towers morphed into a jet, with Moonwing at the pilot’s seat. A net flew down and nearly captured Wish, but they dodged before it could capture them. Another net was sent. This time, it captured them, and yanked them into the jet. Charon, the brown and gray dogoid, grabbed a pair of scissors and cut them out of the net. 
    “It’s time for your next course!” announced Moonwing. Suddenly, the floor below Wish dropped and Wish flapped their wings last minute before touching the now leafy ground. Towering trees surrounded them, and Wish closed their wings. Thorny plants surrounded them, and they heard the growl of a tiger nearby. The tiger rustled the bushes, lips curling into a snarl and showing off its gleaming white fangs. Wish winced, breathing out a plume of water-ice. The tiger flinched for a moment, then slashed its claws down their flank. They stumbled into the thorny plants, scraping themselves againrs the thorns. The tiger’s teeth snapped at their neck. They yowled, claws slashing down the tiger’s face and snow bursting out of their antlers, until all the thorny plants and the tiger were covered with thick flurries of snow. 
    While the tiger was covered with snow, Wish quickly flew away above the canopy of the forest, pelt covered with thorn-scratches and deep claw marks in their flank. A net wrapped around their hind legs and they were yanked back towards the jet. Wish collapsed on the floor, blood pulsing out of their flank. 
    Moonwing stood over them. “So you thought the bears and tiger were frightening. In the state you’re in, I really don’t think you are ready to participate in the two other courses in this round.”
    “Oh thank you! I really wasn’t prepared to fight, thank you for sparing me!” they breathed a heavy sigh of relief, lying on their side.
    “Ummm…no. I didn’t mean that. You’re still going on the other two courses, whether you’re ready or not. That’s the entire point, right?” growled Moonwing. She then fired a moonstone lazer at the roof of the jet, and the jet collapsed into a castle on the hill of a burning forest. She then pushed them out of the window.
    Black smoke filled the air and Wish coughed violently, staggering towards the castle. A huge tree collapsed, embers flying towards them. Too exhausted and weakened to dodge, they let the embers singe the tips of their once snow-white fur. Wish collapsed onto their side, blood running freely from their wounds. 
    “Oh well. I want to include the spiders in this as well, but it looks like they’re gonna die from the fire first.” Wish faintly heard the muffled voice of Moonwing. “I guess I’ll just throw the entire basket onto their face before it’s too late.” 
    Wish opened their eyes a little, only to be greeted by a basket of flying spiders. The basket landed squarely on their face, and spiders scurried out and crawled all around their pelt. Wish weakly screeched, still coughing out thick plumes of smoke and smearing their blood onto the charred ground. Flames surrounded them and the spiders, and one spider’s fangs sank into their neck. Wish convulsed, fluffy tail whipping back and forth against the charred leaves. They coughed one last cloud of smoke and jerked their legs, before lying motionless on the scorched ground. 

    “That won’t happen to me, right?” trembled Artemis, fur bristling. 
    “Death varies from contestant to contestant,” replied Moonwing crossly. “I doubt that you will die being burned to death while being bitten by spiders.” Artemis breathed a sigh of relief. 
    “Artemis, return to your dorm now, I have to leave,” said Moonwing, pawing the castle floor. 
    “But why? Don’t you live here now?” questioned Artemis, tails drooping. 
    “No, you’ll live here for the rest of YOUR life, but I have a different home and I also have a father to attend to,” replied Moonwing, opening a portal with her portal bracelet and leaping in. 
    [/spoiler]

    [spoiler title=”SBF 1 (BTS 6): Now we know why”]
    Moonwing was rewatching Round 6, and had watched to the part where Room 3 were arguing on the phone call. She paused the video and flicked her tail. Today, I’m finding out what’s going on in Room 3. And I think I have found a way on how to do it. She turned toward her father, Earthie, who was staring into a camera, most likely doing something weird. 
    “Hey, is there any chance I can visit Room 3?” asked Moonwing. 
    “Room 3?” questioned Earthie, turning around to face the gray petram. “I guess so, but as long as you tell me EVERY SINGLE THING that you have witnessed in that chaotic room. Especially information from Europa and Encie’s closets. Who knows, you might do a better job than Juniper.” Juniper was a bird-like robot that had been sent to spy on one of the halves of Room 3. 
    “Remember, I’m your daughter, not one of your personal spy robots,” grunted Moonwing, flattening her wings. 
    “Well, do you want to go to Room 3 or not?” demanded Earthie, flicking his white ears. 
    “Well, since I’m not your personal spy robot, if you LET ME GO TO ROOM 3, then I’ll let you look in my closet,” suggested Moonwing. 
    “Sure! But you have to fulfill your side of the promise first. So that means unlocking your closet or telling me the password.” Earthie glanced at the lock on Moonwing’s closet door. Moonwing then blurted out her closet password. 
    “Okay, now you can go,” he affirmed, flicking a golden ticket towards Moonwing. Moonwing’s tail curled around the ticket. 
    She then created a portal, and leaped in. 

    A portal opened, and Moonwing leaped out. She wasn’t in Room 3, but she was in Gatekeeper territory. She knew this because the room was small, cube-shaped, and gray. Fanning out her golden ticket, Moonwing waited to be admitted. This was the first time she crossed from Room 2 to Room 3. A miniscule door opened, and a tiny pale gray nanus walked out, snake-like tail raised, and pale blue eyes narrowed to slits. I didn’t expect the gatekeeper to be this small. 
    “Why would a 5 year old be a gatekeeper…” muttered Moonwing, glancing at the tiny gatekeeper and back at herself. 
    “5?” growled the gatekeeper, paw flicking her long, fluffy ear. “Oh no, I’m actually 18. I’m just VERY SMALL, okay?”
    “18? Then why didn’t I see you at the Solar meeting?” inquired Moonwing, flattening her ears and flicking her tail. 
    “Because along with Pluto, Eris, Haumea, and Makemaka, I have been yeeted. Now hand me your golden ticket to pass,” growled the gatekeeper, glaring at Moonwing’s golden ticket. Mooonwing flicked the ticket towards her. 
    Suddenly, out of the same door that the gatekeeper walked out of, a second, smaller, and darker-furred gatekeeper zipped out, nearly crashing into the wall, and bobbed tail flicking back and forth. She was carrying a magnifying glass. Moonwing sat down, watching. 
    “VESTA!” screeched the first gatekeeper, fluffing her pale gray fur, “What a terrible entrance you have made! This is Earthie’s daughter we’re presenting in front of!”
    “But Ceres, I’m not an adult yet!” Vesta complained, fiddling with her magnifying glass and accidentally dropping it on the ticket with a thud. Ceres growled quietly. 
    “Alright, but since you have bungled the entrance completely, you must examine the ticket well and thoroughly.” Vesta nodded, and proceeded to pick up the magnifying glass. She then hastily fumbled with the ticket and magnifying glass, tossed the magnifying glass aside, and handed the ticket towards Ceres.
    “You just looked at it, did you, Vesta?” Ceres handed the ticket back to the much larger Moonwing. “Sorry for the interruption. This is Vesta’s first day gatekeeping and she’s already doing a terrible job. But she’ll get the hang of it.” Moonwing didn’t know what to respond with, so she just grabbed the ticket, opened a portal, and plunged in. 

    As soon as Moonwing set one paw on the Room 3 floor, a swarm of tiny puppies no bigger than hamsters flew by. Moonwing flattened her ears in annoyance and flew towards what looked like Room 3.1. She opened the door a little bit and peeked through the door. 
    “Moonwing? What the heck are you doing here? Don’t you live in Room 2 or something like that?” inquired Europa, turning around on her swivel-chair. Moonwing fully opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door behind her.  
    “I’m just investigating your Trouble Quadruplet issue, you and your roommates were completely absent during all of Room 6,” replied Moonwing, adjusting her crystal-encrusted bow.
    “Oh, that. You’re in the wrong half of the room then,” replied Europa, flicking her pink ribbons. 
    “But that doesn’t explain why you’re late. If the Trouble Quadruplet don’t usually go here, then why were you late or even absent?”
    “I mean, reasons would vary from sibling to sibling, except I usually try to help Enice get there herself and she is part of the other half. I don’t really care tha-”
    Suddenly, the door was slammed down and a plume of fire streaked across the room. Europa flattened herself against her swivel-chair, while Moonwing flipped out of the way. 
    “Io, this is the 44th time you broke the door. Why can’t you just-” hissed Europa, half trembling. 
    “I OPEN THE DOOR HOW I WANT TO OPEN THE DOOR!” Io barked, spiking her tail and breathing yet another plume of fire. 
    “That’s called BREAKING the door, not OPENING it,” growled Callista in annoyance, rolling around on her bed and flicking her fluffy tail. Io growled and violently threw herself onto her swivel-chair. 
    “Okay Callista, do you want to tell me why you were absent during the last round or can Europa explain it for me?” asked Moonwing, curling her tail. 
    “Well, since I have ears, I won’t just tell you ‘oH iT’S thE sTuPiD tRouBlE qUaDruPlEt aNd thE fLsCS aGAiN’ because Europa just said they don’t visit this half very much, it’s because she wants to help Encie get out of her and her sibling’s troubles, and Io kinda just fights everyone to the point she’s getting herself nowhere and just driving herself even more crazier than she was,” responded Callista, curling her tail tightly around her paws. 
    “I said YOU, not your younger siblings. If Europa wants to help her friend and Io wants to fight everyone and everything, then why didn’t you and Ganymedis show up? You have every reason to.” Moonwing’s ice blue eyes glared into Callista’s pale indigo ones. Callista looked down and licked her pawpads. Moonwing continued glaring at her. 
    “Once you find him, talk to my brother, he will explain everything. In a very arrogant way,” said Callista awkwardly, rolling around in her bed. Moonwing flicked her ears and continued glaring at her.
    “Where is he, though?” asked Moonwing, flicking her ear.
    “I mean, you can wait for a minute for him to return-if he doesn’t, you can just straight up break into central room and scream ‘GANYMEDIS YOUR SIS TOLD ME TO TELL YOU WHY YOU AND HER WERE ABSENT LAST ROUND’ because if not in Room 3.1 then he’s probably there bragging about how he’s a teenager to all the other 5 year olds who probably don’t understand,” replied Callista, smoothing her messy fur with her paws.  
    “Yeah, but what, where, and when, why, and how is the central room? I don’t know Room 3 as much as you do,” inquired Moonwing, raising a paw.
    “To answer your first question, the central room is pointless. It looks perfect for meetings yet the Solar Conferences are held in Room 2. To answer your second question, it’s in Room 3. To answer your next two questions, they are grammatically incorrect so I shall not answer it. To answer your last question, the central room has no feelings.” 
    “Okay, I know that the ‘central room’ is in Room 3, but WHERE in Room 3?” asked Moonwing, perking her ears.
    “The center of this half of Room 3. It’s called the central room, not the somewhere-in-Room 3 room.” 
    Moonwing slowly backed out of the room, not breaking eye contact with Callista. “It’d better be a good reason…” As soon as her back paw stepped outside of Room 3.1, a tiny dark-furred mirconubes barreled into her right wing. She opened her right wing, immediately knocking the micronubes off. 
    “So, I’m not sure if you know the answer, but do you have some sort of teleportation thing?” asked Moonwing, shaking her long gray fur. 
    “CENTRAL ROOM!” they squeaked, opening their wings and zipping out of sight. Oh great, everything’s in the central room and I don’t even know where that is. Whatever. 

    After 10 minutes of opening random doors, flying aimlessly around the maze of that one half of Room 3, and accidentally crashing into the borders of the other half of Room 3, Moonwing finally found a door that looked fancy enough to be the door of the central room. The door had been painted with a sleek coat of lead white, with a thick golden border surrounding the edges. The other doors, except Room 3.1, were still the same unpainted dull rocky gray slabs of flying space rocks. 
    She slowly opened the door, careful not to disturb anyone in it. As this WAS the central room, it must be handled with care. As soon as she entered the room, a titanic, towering silver-gray stalagmite jutted out of the ground, with multiple dazzling golden and silver spikes jutting out from the sides. Seated on the largest, most flattest out of these spikes, was Ganymedis, tail gracefully draping over the edge. 
    Remembering what Callista told her to say, Moonwing barked “GANYMEDIS YOUR SIS TOLD ME TO TELL YOU WHY YOU AND HER WERE ABSENT LAST ROUND!” Ganymedis glared back at her in disbelief and shook his head. 
    “Moonwing? What the heck are you doing here? You’re a Room 2er, right?” he growled, flicking his tail. 
    Moonwing cleared her throat and repeated the words Callista told her to say, but only changed a few things: “Since your sister doesn’t want to explain it herself, why were you late for Round 5 and absent for Round 6?”
    Ganymedis’ amber eyes glinted. “Well, do I have to be at the meeting on time?” A micronubes leaped onto the same platform he was standing on, and he rested his paw on their head. 
    “Well yes, I CLEARLY sent that text message that the meetings are MANDATORY. What made you think you can skip them?” Moonwing growled, revealing her teeth and pawing the floor. Ganymedis snorted, flicking his tail. The young micronubes flew away, but another landed on his wing. 
    “Well, you see, or you probably don’t, this rock belongs to my father, but I’m currently sitting on it because, well, I can. I’m the oldest out of all of the generation, after all. Of course, being a mature, responsible, teenager, I have 78 other lil’ kiddos to manage, some more manageable than others, so why would I have time for your meetings?” Ganymedis fluffed his brown-gray fur and flicked his ear. 
    “Did Jupii force you to be the babysitter or something?”
    “Well, not really, I just want to be. But I can still watch your death courses through UniverseTube so I don’t see why you’re making such a big fuss.”
    “Okay, but I came here for YOU to explain Callista and why she didn’t attend. Europa has Encie she wants to help, Io fights everyone to the point she probably forgot that she was supposed to escape, and you choose to not attend the meetings to babysit your 78 siblings because you want to, but what’s stopping HER from attending last round?” Moonwing finally asked the question that she wanted to answer.
    “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” he spat, flattening his ears.
    “SHE told me to ask YOU, which is why I’m here in the central room IN THE FIRST PLACE!”
    “Well, I’m pretty sure Callista will explain herself better than I can, but I’ll try anyways. Well, if you remember Round 4, Earthie put you in quarantine so Charon and Phobos stepped up. If you watch your own episodes, there was one point where she said ‘We’re not going to follow your rules anyways. I’d rather trust the oldest than the youngest.’”
    “And what does that have to do with ANYTHING? Cosmodogs can get a little snarky at times, so why does that matter?”
    “She was JEALOUS of your little underage sidekicks, of course. Of course, when she was debating over if she should attend Round 5 or not, I decided to appoint her as second-in-command so she is well…less jealous. The only reason why we were late is because the others insist on us joining so we had to leave our older sibling duties. And of course, she spoke over the other half of the Room 3ers to make it look like she wasn’t overthrowing or rebelling against you or something like that. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with admitting you’re the oldest Gen 3er’s second-in-command-”
    “GANYMEDIS! Do you know that I’m the leader of this group or are you ignoring the meetings and rounds because you want to remain in your high position here in Room 3?!” snarled Moonwing, flying in front of him. Ganymedis stood up on his platform and growled, flicking his pale ears. 
    “You have no right to speak here! Yeah, you can tell me this silly stuff in your own room, but not HERE!” He then leaped off of the platform and nearly bit Moonwing’s tail. Moonwing stiffened her wings, then quickly flew out of the central room, not looking back, or in any direction, really. She crashed facefirst into the border between the first half of Room 3 and the second half. She then remembered her golden ticket, carefully taking it out of her bow and holding it in front of the border. Nothing happened. She then flicked her ear, then grabbed her Uno reverse card and swiped it in front of the border. A hole was pierced through the magic border before quickly reforming. Moonwing grinned, swiped the card in front of the border, and quickly leaped in. She was now in the other half. 
    Moonwing got up on four paws and shook her gray fur. Suddenly, two micronubes smaller than her leaped out of nowhere–one pale gray and white with pale yellow eyes and the other a darker gray and white striped with dark green eyes. Although they were both smaller than her–about the same size as a small possum, both micronubi cornered her to the wall, fur bristling and tails raised. 
    A slightly larger, but not that large, pale gray and white micronubes approached all three cosmodogs, flicking her tail and glaring at Moonwing with piercing dark pink eyes. So, these are the Trouble Quadruplet? They aren’t even a quadruplet. I literally wonder how Titane or Iapetus isn’t able to just kick them in the face and escape. 
    Suddenly, a shrill screech sounded from above. Moonwing looked up, and a decently small prickly dark gray micronubes with dark blue eyes fell from the ceiling, landing squarely on Moonwing’s back. Oh, let’s just say he doesn’t count because he looks like an idiot. 
    Moonwing shook her head and flew directly over the ‘Trouble Quadruplet’, ignoring the four feisty micronubi chasing her. 
    “WAIT!” barked the pink-eyed micronubes. Moonwing ignored her and continued flying towards Room 3.2. 
    “No one approaches the trouble quadruplet and GETS AWAY WITH IT! WE WORK FOR OUR MOTHER! YOU’LL PAY, you INTRUDER!” howled the yellow-eyed micronubes angrily, flicking his pointed ears at a floating camera nearby. In response, the camera shot out a small fireball. Moonwing skidded to a halt as the fireball landed and scorched the ground where she would be if she didn’t stop flying. The four micronubi caught up to her, and the largest stepped in front of her and the fireball.
    “Well hello, you fellow intruder. We have prevented pesky lil’ siblings from escaping, but never have we prevented pesky not-so-lil’ intruders from entering this place in the first place. But having a heart of MERCY, we allow you to speak why you’re intruding,” introduced the pink-eyed micronubi. 
    “I’m not intruding!” spat Moonwing, “I have a golden ticket!” 
    “The golden ticket isn’t useful now, it’s just to get past the gatekeeper. We have different standards here.” The pink-eyed micronubes circled her, and the other two gray and white micronubi hovered over Moonwing, looking intently at her eyes and pelt. The tiny dark gray micronubes just shrugged. As the circle of micronubi closed around her, Moonwing flashed out her reverse card she used previously to get past the border. The micronubi with yellow and green eyes immediately flinched, wings and tail stiffening. However, the pink-eyed micronubes just smirked and flashed out two reverse cards. 
    Although the pink-eyed micronubes was significantly more powerful than her, as she wielded two reverse cards, Moonwing fully opened her wings and glared at the pink-eyed micronubes, a menacing twinkle in her ice blue eyes. I use this outside of the show, but- She then slipped on her moonstone bracelet, prepared to aim a moonstone lazer at her. The pink-eyed micronubes looked unimpressed and raised her reverse cards. 
    Suddenly, a handsome, large, long-furred, pale orange and teal micronubes flew through the air, grabbing the pink-eyed micronubes by the scruff and gently yeeting her into one of the halls. The other two micronubi bristled, both flying straight towards the larger micronubes and clinging onto his wings. 
    Moonwing stared back, slightly disappointed that she couldn’t use the moonstone lazer on the pink-eyed micronubes. Whatever. I’ll just help him fight the other trouble quadruplets. She swooped gracefully over the larger micronubes, cleanly grabbing the yellow-eyed micronubes by the scruff and yeeting him in the same direction as the pink-eyed micronubes was yeeted in. In response, the tiny blue-eyed micronubes flung himself toward Moonwing, but she swiftly stepped aside, causing him to fly towards who-knows-where. When Moonwing glanced back twoards the orange and teal micronubes, the green-eyed micronubes was gone. 
    Now that all of the “trouble quadruplet” were taken care of, Moonwing approached the orange and teal micronubes that ridded her of the pesky little micronubi. As her vision cleared, she finally recognized the gauntlet and the piercing light purple eyes. Oh heck, I’m an idiot for not recognizing him at first. How did I forget that Titane is the only one with that magnificently long fur of that color?
    “Titane!” she scolded, crouching and glaring at him with cold eyes. “How could you be deterred by these little puppies? You’re the largest out of all of your siblings, HOW?!”
    “You just saw me fling Rheamu and Dione towards the sixth dimension, do you need more?” grunted Titane, licking his pawpads. 
    “I highly doubt flinging this ‘Trouble Quadruplet’ toward one of the many halls of Room 3 would deter them. Also, I can also fling them into the halls as well. Look how I destroyed that yellow-eyed one! It’s not an exclusive ability only you have.”
    “Well, Moonwing, you seem to not understand something about this half of Room 3. Not only do I have to fight off the Trouble Quadruplet, but I also have to do it in a way that won’t hurt them, otherwise Saturn would destroy me. Also, even though I look like I can yeet all four of them out of the window, these puppies brand themselves as ‘Forepaws of the flscs’, and oh boy that’s horrifyingly accurate. Everytime they make a slight gesture towards the floating cameras, nets and fireballs are shot and you were only lucky that I got rid of Rheamu before she was able to use her reverse cards and flscs against you.” Moonwing fluffed her fur, trying to comprehend everything that Titane just said. Oh wow. I must have really underestimated them badly. Like, dangerously bad. Not long after, Rheamu, the pink-eyed micronubes, charged at Titane and Moonwing again, this time with Dione, the green-eyed micronubes, the yellow-eyed micronubes, and five flscs flanking her. 
    “We’re not that easy to get rid of, unlike you,” hissed Rheamu, raising her tail. Four of the flscs shot beams of fire that created a high ring of fire surrounding the two moons of relevance, and the fifth one aimed a net straight at them. Titane raised his tail, and somehow the net was blown off towards the side and flew straight into the fire, reducing it to ashes. Moonwing was yet again shocked by the chaos of this half of Room 3. The yellow-eyed micronubes and Dione flattened their ears, backing away slowly. Even Rheamu looked taken aback, her pink eyes widening. She quickly shook her head and her eyes were back to being narrowed to slits. 
    “Now where is that other little fool….” she muttered quietly, gathering Dione and the yellow-eyed micronubi and flying towards the direction the blue-eyed micronubes threw himself in. 
    “Welp, I’m pretty sure I have a clear idea on why the trouble quadruplet is an issue now,” stammered Moonwing, closing her wings. Titane nodded.
    [/spoiler]

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