Hey, readers!
Usually, when making this kinda chapter people would make it really simple.
But, I'm gonna write it my way. In other words, it'll be more like a story. Of course it won't affect the current plot....maybe
This is gonna be long, btws

Oh, and I'll be using two of my OCs to help with this.
I really love these two♡
In fact, I'm gonna add them to the story...maybe (again)

Oh, and give me your opinions about them! (Based on overall results, I'll decide whether to use them or not)

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"W-whe--" Hibiki gawks, looking around. His eyes dilated with fear. All around him was...nothingness. It was a pure infinite black abyss. The only light source was the glowing white platform he's seemingly to be standing on. There was absolutely no one. The redhead shivers, both out of fear of being alone and coldness of the empty abyss. But, thankfully the silence didn't last long.
"WHERE THE HECK AM I?!?" A voice screams. The eldest sighs, now missing the silence. He turns his head towards the voice--reluctantly. His red eyes locking with angry royal-blue ones.

Bash's worry instantly turns into fury. "And, why the bloody hell are you here?" The blonde growls. The redhead sighs, not wanting to deal with this. He opens his mouth, ready to remark. Suddenly, they heard a loud voice calls out.
"ONII-SANNNNN!!!!" Breaker yells, at the top of his lungs. The boy rushes forward, then tackles the second into a hug. "Ah!" The blonde yelps, falling on his butt. "Breaker! Let go of me!" He barks out, trying to push the ravenette away. The youngest shakes his head. He just hugs his brother tighter, burying his face in Bash's chest. The blonde sighs, giving up. Besides, he can never really stay mad at his (little) brother--for long.

"Huh, reminds me of a koala." A voice says. The brothers turn around, alarmed. Their eyes locks with the Punk sisters--well, only two of them. "I-I'm not a k-koala!" Breaker pouts. Brute raises an eyebrow. "Never said you were." She shrugs. The female ravenette narrows her eyes. "What did you do?" She asks no one in particular. The boys shook their heads. Bash eyes narrow angrily. "Hey, don't just go and blame us! For all we know, this could all be some elaborate plan of your psycho of a sister!" Bash snaps, before covering his mouth. The sisters glare at him. Unexpectedly, they nod. "Point taken." Brute mumbles. "This does sound and look like the kind of plan Berserk would come up with." Brat agrees.

"Hmm, I'm not sure whether to be insulted by that or grateful you girls made up." A voice muses, chuckling. Everyone quickly spins their heads to face the source of the voice--knowing perfectly well who it was. Unsuprisingly, they saw Berserk. The girl just grins cheekily, her head tilted to one side. She floated just a few inches off the 'ground'. "Hey~" She waves. Brat takes a deep breath, before yelling. "How the heck are you so calm?!" Her eldest sister simply shrugs. "I got here a bit earlier than you five." She states, as if it was a good thing. Blake looks at his counterpart questionally. "What did you do? I mean, this place isn't exactly 'fun'." The girl simply beams. "I just had a little chit-chat with them." She gestures.

They all flinch at the sight of two mysteriously-cloaked figures. One was levitating, the other stood tall with arms crossed. "The one floating calls himself P.K. The other one is his...brother. His preferred alias is, 'Val'." The redhead explains. No one comments on the way she said the word, brother. The two males wore matching ocean-blue fading into cobalt-blue cloaks with intricate golden designs--a letter E was also beautifully stitched on. The one called Val had his hood on, covering his features. P.K--whom had his hood off--was no better; he wore a mask. It covered his whole face...well, almost. They could scarcely see his right eye.

The floating male giggles. "Hehe, you should see the look on your faces~ It is so comical." P.K's eye(s) shifts from one person to another wildly. His voice a bit too pitched. His voice, posture and mannerism definitely seems child-like; but, he was too tall to be one. "They are, aren't they?" Berserk grins. Although they couldn't see the male's face, they're quite certain a similiar smirk was plastered on P.K's face. "You, are two psycho peas in a crazy pod." Val groans. They were surprised; Val had been silent for a quite a while--they had suspected he wouldn't speak a work. Val, unlike P.K, has a deep mature voice. His tone, posture and mannerism was just like a professional.

Berserk and P.K smile, unfazed by the remark. "Thanks!" They exclaim in unison. The rest sweatdrop. Val sighs, shaking his head and unfolding his arms. "Let's not waste more time than nesscecary." Val says. P.K pouts. "Aww~ but, alright." He relents. The boy sighs, then snaps his fingers. A few couches suddenly appear. Val sits down on one of them, his brother leisurely sits on the arm of the chair, legs dangling. "C'mon, humans! Sit." P.K orders, as if the Punks and Rights were mere dogs. The humans simply blink, still processing everything--well, except Berserk. The girl in question grabs her sisters' hands dragging them.

"H-hey! Don't pull!" Brat yells. The redhead instantly lets go of her younger sisters' wrists. "Oops, sorry!" She says. "Hey, Rights! Aren't you coming?" She faces the brothers. They snap out of their daze. "Seriously?" Bash questions. "How do we know this isn't some trap?" Blake asks suspiciously. Berserk gives them a funny look. "Darlin', if this was a trap, did you really think I'd tell you?" She laughs. Breaker opens his mouth, then closes it. She does have a point. "And, one more thing!" She announces. "Hurry up!" She hoots, grinning.

Finally--after a lot of complaining--everyone sat down. Val took out a very advanced-looking tablet. "We are ordered to assign...tasks to you six." He explains. "By whom?" Brute questions seriously. The two cloaked brothers were obviously powerful; so the notion that they were obediently following another's comand, is fascinating. "The Princess/Young Master." The brothers answer, each giving a different one--but neither corrects the other. "So, is she a princess?" Bash asks. "Or, is he a young master?" Blake continues. "Both." The (cloaked)brothers answer, this time their reply was the same.

"Moving on~" P.K waves. His brother nods. "You are to answer the questions given and do the assigned tasks." Val proclaims, sounding like someone reading a test paper aloud. "I've already organized everything so that it'll be alphabetical and tidy." The solemn male adds, scrolling through his device. P.K suddenly looks nervous. "The tasks and inquires were already sorted and filed, right?" He asks. Val turns his head to face his brother. "Right..." He nods. "The one filed under, 'P.K, I've already sorted this one. So, don't mess it up'?" The childish one prods furthur. Val takes a deep breath, rubbing his temples. "You messed it up didn't you?" The other nods.

Suddenly, Val slams the tablet on his brother's head. Thankfully, the device seems undamaged. "Fix it." The taller male orders, handing the tab to the guilty individual. P.K huffs, then draws a symbol above the device. The tablet glows for a moment. "ßìdhý." The shorter male mumbles. Val snatches the tablet back and stares intently, scrolling. "Well, because of an individual's incompetence and foolishness, the tasks and questions will not be in any particular order." The male sighs, disappointed.
"You really like organizing?" Blake asks, trying to make small talk. The second rolls his eyes; he felt irritated. "How long are we gonna be here?" Bash questions.

"Depends." To the blonde's--everyone's, actually--surprise, it was Berserk who replied. Brat raises a brow. "On what?" Brute stares at her older sister puzzlingly. This time, P.K answers. "On how quick you finish the tasks and answer the inquiries!" He chirps joyfully. Brute's eyes shift to the masked male. "What if we don't want to?" Brute says challangingly. Val raises his head. His deep voice betrays no emotion. "You aren't given a choice." He points out. Breaker nods; he just wants to go back. "Are these assignments and questions from your...Princess?" He asks softly. P.K shakes his head. "No! Well, at least, not all of them." He shrugs.

"Shall we begin with questions? Or tasks?" Val scrolls through his device without looking up. "Questions!" Berserk answers, grinning. The Rights and Berserk's sisters tried to protest--but they shut their mouths when the redhead flashed them a quick but sharp glare. P.K grins, chuckling. He snaps his fingers. "Sčeeņþə!" He says, as a black screen appears. A white card emerges from the screen, word following.
"Oh, and all these wonderful questions/dares are from Tiny_Jimin and ElvyraRosaAnanda~" P.K whispers to no one in particular. Breaker tilts his head. "Umm, w-what was th-that?" He squeks out. "Let's start, with an overly simple question. And, I implore you; answer truthfully." Val states, ignoring the male ravenette.

Bash raises a brow. "Really?" He sighs, shaking his head. "We're all 16." He answers dryly. "Not true!" P.K's pitched-voice rang. The blonde looks at him oddly. "We--" He gestures to himself and his brother, "--Are not 16!" Blake rolls his eyes, mildly amused. "It said that the question is just for us." The redhead points out. "Touche, human." P.K laughs. "Let's do the third before the second question..." Brat mumbles. They all nod.

"My hobby is singing and dancing. Also, designing clothes; Berserk helps me with the latter." The blonde female says after a while. Bash pauses to think, rubbing his chin. "Reading." He states simply. His counterpart rolls her eyes. 'Predictable.' She thought. "I-I li-like to draw..." Breaker mutters meekly. "Gardening." Brute adds, pointing to herself. "I love gaming!" Blake says, enthusiastically.
"Hmm..." Berserk ponders. Everyone (excluding Val, who had his head down--scrolling through his device) looks at her expectantly. "Oh!" She snaps her fingers, grinning. "I like helping people!" She chirps. Everyone's gaze turn disbelieving. Even the silently solemn male looks up to stare at the redhead. "Riiiight...." P.K trails off. Berserk shrugs helplessly; if they don't believe her, so be it.

"Let's just proceed." Val intones. "Second question~ or, technically third." P.K singsongs, giggling. He looks at the humans, awaiting replies. "No way." Bash growls. "Aha... if you don't mind, I'd like to skip this one..." Blake mumbles, blushing. "Hmm, if we were to answer that. It might reveal who we actually are." Brute explains. "Do not concern yourselves. Once you return to your own dimension, all memory of this ordeal will be erased." Val says seriously. "Oooh~ Then, I'll reveal my identity!" Berserk chirps. Her sisters stare at her, horrified. The brothers, speechless. "In fact, I'll reveal my sisters' and the Rights' true selves as well." She adds.

"You-you know who we are...?" Blake questions hesitantly. His counterpart nods. "You're bluffing." Bash narrows his eyes. "Wait, how'd you find out?" Brute inquires. "I had an advantage." The eldest female answers vaguely. "But, it's only fair I'd tell you my identity first." She adds. "Haha!" P.K barks out a laugh. "You humans are far more fascinating than I suspected." He muses. Brat stares at her sister seriously. "Are you really..." She trails off, slight worry in her tone. "Yeah." Berserk replies. "My real indentity is..." She pauses. Then, a smirk appears on her lips.

"Moriko Tsumiakadsu."

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Oh, wow
This...is gonna be a longer chapter than I anticipated.
It seems, I have to make another speacial chapter....

Anyways, tell me what you think! (Espeacially about Val and P.K)