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Every sector, place I went came back answers ones I could not confirm if I had given them as such so long ago or if they had been a faked doctoring of the past block stacked articles and tests falling like anvils from the sky radically oversized with pen markings telling me I was a failed student or simply did not pass or comply A figure looked over my shoulder in more than curiosity as if to remind me I do not know if this was a result of the current I intercepting but I simply began tearing up the pages The latter segment found me telling and being told a slew of campfire yarns, in n old friend's attic yet when time came to descend the ladder the world had already ended down the stone quarry and mine we went the camera that had being following us all that time quickly jumping to a massive stone wall etched into its body "See you next time"

Location: Supreme Council Palace, Evaland. That evening. Under the command of their new giantess masters, the ragtag remains of the Evaland Army, at least the segments who chose to fight for the Size Devils, stormed the final major holdout of the Union of Evaland, the very bastion of the most corrupt government in the Otherworld. Armed with  an assortment of different guns, the soldiers under the command of powerful sky-high giantesses in white suits shot many and forced those who surrendered to them out into the dirty streets of what used to be the capital city of Evaland before it was transferred to Rexic's fortress, and then promptly to the city of Koranda after his demise. "Ohhhh how easy they fall." Hana remarked with a smirk as she had to peek down at the ant-sized soldiers near her boots who were firing up on the last armed pockets of resistance in the city. Kyrax and Sheri were particularly proud to see their homelands liberated from an evil government that created them for warfare. Having never before enlarged to Stage 3 macro size before, they actually held each other's hands as they watched with baited breath two of their very own shrink back to normal size to take the capital of Evaland in the name of the Size Devils. Narbili and Maia were descending to their large Human sizes when from out of the fire at the gates of the city came a burning wooden hay wagon and a few peasants who were trying to escape the destruction. Holding hands just like Kyrax and Sheri were doing, they finally reached normal size and were approached by two officers in army uniform with a salute and who were scared to death of the two women. "Your capitol." He said. "Wait..." Maia tagged on Narb's hand as she moved first. "Don't you think we owe it to Sheri and Kyrax to let them take back their home world?" Narb thought of it for a moment. Then she looked at the gigantic white boot tips that surrounded the city, each as capable as the other in crushing it in a few short steps, but she wasn't sure which boots were Kyrax's or Sheri's. "I never thought I would see the day where I become a giantess and free an impoverished nation under the heel of my boot... I suppose in the spirit of sentimentality, I won't change that today." Narb agreed. "Hey Insect, Lynxie, why don't you two do the honors and capture the government seat? Hoist the flag?" Maia spoke to her team over the radio while people continued to flee the walked city in fear of them. "Delighted to." Sheri answered. But they didn't shrink right away. At ten thousand feet tall, Sheri only wished she still had her wings as she leaned over the diminutive little city. "As a small fairy, I never thought I would see the day that I get to stare down at this tiny dominion. Long gone are my wings, but here today is my revenge for the destruction of my kind." She said. "Sheri, we should never let their horrific experiments continue." Kyrax agreed with her. "Go on ladies, once the fighting is over, we'll join you inside." Wessi, now a Marshal in the Nova Polarisian government said to them. "Huh!" Chuffed Sheri. "All it took was five days of stomping our feet and we got what we wanted." "But will the other lands be this easy?" Kyrax asked her. "I won't count on it." Sheri admitted, then Lynka took out her Micrazor and zapped the two down until they reached their normal Human scale and met up with Maia and Narb. "Hey sexy kitty!" Giggled Maia when they met up. "Sexy Goddess." Sheri replied. "For Evaland?" Narb then asked the others. "No... For the people of this land." Kyrax corrected her. "Good enough for me. Lead the charge, ladies!" Narb encouraged the two Evalander to go ahead while all four had their guns ready- Kyrax sported Sweet Lady as she had grown fond of its use. The four white suits entered through the gates where a fire was being put out by a team of police who had to use wooden pails with well water. The soldiers who had defected to their side and stood guard as the final few holdouts were being brought out to be summarily executed as tyrants. A plurality of the men gawked at how beautiful and how huge the women in white suits appeared even at their scale. "That's the palace where the Parliament meets." Sheri pointed to the large granite structure ahead of them- which absolutely conveyed that the corrupt officials had no trouble dining over fanciful feasts while all but a few thousand in their own country starved. "In we go ladies! Let's look good for the cameras!" Maia said as they ascended the steps to the palace. In front of them, a palace guard was shot in the back of the head. When Kyrax witnessed it, the only part of the scene that bothered her was that just a number of years removed from that day in the past, she would have been the one expected to eat the remains of a dead soldier or starve otherwise. Having been treated to actual cooked meals as a suit, Kyrax cringed and balked at the thought. She even produced a very rare cat-like hiss at the soldier who shot the guard, and she couldn't help it- the hiss was a stimulus. "We're baaaaack!!!!!" Sheri announced the return of herself and Kyrax once they entered through the front doors and saw members of the Supreme Council, who Sheri remembered well, glaring at them with muzzles aimed at their heads. "I should have known it was you... Traitorous winged wench!" Spat one of them. "Oof! So hissy pissy..." Maia remarked. "You'll hang for this! All of you!" Another male member of the Supreme Council cursed at them. There were seven members of the council who were lined up at gunpoint for the Size Devils that say, inside the rotunda. An officer in the Evaland Army approached, saluted the Devil's, and since he only spoke the language of the land, he addressed Sheri and Kyrax. "What will we do with them?" Sheri looked to Kyrax to gauge her reaction. Kyrax's ears went low and she appeared to regret any thought of outright killing the corrupt bastards. Sheri was all for killing them for their deeds, but she couldn't justify making the decision alone. "Lynxie?" "How can we be superior if we just kill them? Our people would never have closure, justice. They would just be another punctuation mark in the dark history of the Union of Evaland." Kyrax said. "You're right."  Sheri acknowledged. "Thank you." Kyrax said, letting her ears perk up again. "Awww.... I love her cute little Lynx ears!!!" Maia exclaimed to Narb. "Actually I believe Tarten said they're more similar to Caracal ears..." Narb suggested. "We'll shrink them. And we'll take them as our prisoners." Sheri told the Evaland soldiers as she and Kyrax kept eyes on each other. "For now, just lock them up and throw away the keys, we'll zap them later." "Oh and Colonel!" Kyrax yanked the officer's collar who stood nearest to her. "That's seven prisoners! You had better throw them in the brig, either way seven prisoners will be shrunk and that includes you first if one of them goes missing." The officer understood Kyrax's warning and when she let him go, he told his men to throw the Supreme Council members into the dungeon below the police headquarters up street. When Narb inquired what the two talked about in the language they didn't speak, Sheri and Kyrax both shrugged and said nothing further. Soldiers who defected to Nova Polarisia were starting to find posts throughout the palace and the officer who initially led the girls inside passed them off to a different officer who finally showed the Size Devils into the chamber of the Supreme Council of Evaland where laws were made, corruption played, bribes paid, and nepotism stayed. It was a huge chamber and upon seeing it for the first time, Kyrax remarked about its immensity. "You could for a small town in here." Large rows of wooden desks occupied the center of the chamber in a circular formation, and at the heart of it was a single desk and a podium. Sheri pointed to it and said something to Kyrax that resonated with her deeply. "Kyrax, that was where the President was sat during sessions." Kyrax lit up and pointed on of her fingers at it, she looked once more to Sheri for confirmation and Sheri nodded. "Yes, your creator led his government from that chair." Never in Kyrax's life has she pretended to believe that she would ever live beyond the age of twenty years, and she especially not dreamed of killing the President and Supreme Commander of Evaland and it's armed forces- let alone, see his chair at the central presidium chamber. In the quiet of the chamber, Kyrax stepped forward. She clutched her chest and her ears came down as she visualized the old war horse sitting there with his epaulettes and beret in full view- assigning death to large swathes of the population to make room for his latest scheme. She could even imagine that she was there during a session, and Rexic was pointing to her and stating that she was a traitor for leaving the nation and returning to kill him. This perked her up a little, and when the others saw what profound an impact it had on her, all in unison, they waited for her turn to them and they all said the same word. "Go." "Marshal Minami, we have taken the Supreme Council presidium." Narb announced over the radio while Kyrax made her way slowly up to the President's desk. "Roger, we are heading in." Hana answered. Kyrax's breath was slipping away. Her hands trembled as she imagined the power that was wielded by the person who sat in the chair that she was approaching. In true revolutionary fashion, the chairs were all clothed in red fabric to symbolize the blood spilled for the nation's advancement. Kyrax came to the chair but stopped short of touching it. "Quite a gallery up there!" Maia mentioned to Narb as the two came toward the center, gazing up at the seating on the balcony that encased the entire presidium in a circle. "They used to have show trials here. I would know, I led a few of them." Sheri confessed, then she pointed to the blue and gold carpet below where she stood where there was a large stain. "I remember that one. The man refused to give into his interrogators, but they put him on show anyway. When he refused to confess to made up charges, the Sergeant At-Arms pistol whipped him, cracked his skull open, and killed the man right here." "Oof!" Narb and Maia each muttered. "Hey!" Maia then noticed Kyrax slowly taking her seat at her maker's desk, pointing to the scene with her pinky. "Oh..." Narb murmured. " Kyrax sat in the chair and had a full view of both aisles that ran under balcony seating and led to doors which were the only ways in and out of the presidium. Finally with her Darrkeffa teeth bearing out, she let out a sort of silent growl and flicked her ears. At last she was able to see what it was like to sit in a position of absolute power- if even over one's self. The group went silent for a few moments until the doors swung open and more white suits continued to pile in being led by Hana Minami who immediately leaped into the arms of Maia and kissed her. "We're conquerors!" "Man this place is huuuuuge!" Wessi noticed when she saw the presidium from inside with Lynka and Kangi behind her. "They have fruit juice in their water fountain!" Said Lynka. "The bathrooms have golden mirrors." Said Kangi. "They never had a sleepless night." Neya remarked as she too stepped in from the other side. "Evaland is ours, Commandant!" Hana cheerfully announced back home over her radio when Maia let her go. "Well done, my friends." Nila answered. There was jubilation in the group, but for Sheri and especially for Kyrax, it was deeply personal and it felt like the long nightmare was over that day. All Kyrax could say was the only thing she had on her mind. Sheri approached her and asked her how she felt. "Well, how do you feel?" Kyrax at first looked away and down at the desk. She noticed the nameplate at the end of the desk with Rexic's name and title, grabbed it to crush it in her hand, then tossed it like a crumpled tin can. "I win, father." She said. "Well done, my beautiful friend." Sheri stroked her hair and smiled. Kyrax grimaced. Her revenge was completed and so was Sheri's. Although plans had to be altered from the original a little, the mission was not going to close without the Commandant declaring official victory. Nila couldn't express her feelings of feelings somewhat vindicated as a twice-failed Empress from Jakabar. She had spent months planning the invasion of Evaland with her fellow Devils. They had planned for it to take seven to nine days for nine sky-high giantesses to take the nation beneath their boots, yet the invasion and conquest lasted for less than five days. "Marshal Minami, since you're the head giantess, I want you to hold the fort down. I'll depart soon with officers in the Tinerian Guard and Rammysian Army." Nila said to Hana over the air. "Done, Commandant!" Hana agreed. "I'll be happy to inform our Human adversaries of our splendid little victory." Nila chuckled. And with that said, Hana briefly would lead an occupation force of the largest nation in the Otherworld by land area. It was the only nation in the world that hosted every type of climate and terrain, and for the time, Maia felt like the biggest person the world had ever seen. Standing huge and proud in her shiny white suit, she saw that the other members of her expedition had been watching her for guidance on where to go next. "Giantesses, let's take a walk and see our new country." She spoke with considerable fanfare as the others were excited to take their place on the world stage. As they all poured out of the chamber, Kyrax and Sheri stayed behind to bask in the glory of having achieved redemption in their homeland. Kyrax kicked back in the President's chair, put her boots up on the desk in one final act of defiance toward the corrupt former government that had her created for nefarious purposes and she continued to grimace up at the rotunda dome and its many lights. Sheri had taken a seat in the secretary's chair nearby where minutes and notes would be taken for the leader of the country. She spun around in it and stretched out before falling backwards and landing on the floor. The thud didn't bother Kyrax. "I guess I have to get used to this much freedom." Sheri murmured when she got up. "What's on your mind, Lynxie?" She wondered. Lynxie took her time to answer. "There was this man once who said he was my father. And to think I was created to do nasty things, and in the end, I was his demise. Sheri, do you suppose that as creations of the Union of Evaland, we were meant to be the ones all along that would stop everything?" Sheri came to Kyrax's side and put her soft right hand on the other's shoulder, smiled and agreed with her. "Lynxie, I think I believe the very same thing." "It seemed... So unreal. Did it not?" Kyrax followed with. Sheri kissed Kyrax, an affectionate kind of kiss from a very sweet-natured Darrkeffa woman who longed to see Kyrax's cold heart healed. With the conquest of Evaland, Kyrax didn't feel immediate healing in her wounded heart, or her soul, but she felt that a pall had been lifted from face, and allowed her to see true light for the first time. So she took Sheri's hand and held it.."I'm afraid our work is only getting started from here." She admitted the worrying part quietly.

Welcome to Mice Manor By Alpha and D Mice. Scared of them? Maybe they just startle you whenever they make a sudden appearance? Or maybe you’re a mouse aficionado? You adore these cute little rodents, have them as pets, let them sleep in your bed with you? Okay, maybe not that last one, but still, one might get the point. If you’re in the latter category, welcome to the story, and we hope you enjoy it. If you’re in the former, well… stick around. Running from your fear isn’t gonna make it any better. And don’t worry. There’s no sudden jumpscares in this story. I promise. Now… let’s rewind to a couple days ago when this all began. I had just heard of a rather peculiar building: an old mansion said to be on an island in the Northern reaches of the Gulf of Alaska. According to all I could find, the house had been abandoned centuries ago, and a satellite view of the place confirmed that; there were chunks missing from the roof, and the island’s wildlife had begun to creep up and take back the land claimed by the house. Interested in this, I called up a friend of mine to discuss this. I was with my friend, D, as we were investigating the strange mansion, having managed to get onto the island. I looked over at her, and she seemed a little… high-strung. Not too bad, but she was looking around as though nervous of getting attacked or something. I stayed close to her, as the storm around these parts of Alaska could be… dangerous. My presence did seem to be a comfort to her at least as we headed up the steps. She was shivering a bit, but that might’ve been because of the cold. “Well… it’s not the creepiest mansion I’ve seen…” she said as we got to the front doors. “Right…” I said, as we got inside, only to find that… well… the second the two of us entered, the door behind us slammed shut. “YEEEP!!” D shrieked as she looked around. “That got me good…” she panted, holding her chest. The place looked… well, abandoned. Sunlight was shining through the windows, so it didn’t look too bad, but there was no denying that this definitely had a gloomy atmosphere. At the very least, there were no mysterious sounds intended to spook the heck out of anybody. I looked around. There wasn’t a single person in sight. Nothing was stirring; even the grandfather clock wasn’t moving. “Whoa… Did we just step into stopped time…?” I wondered. “I-I don’t know, b-but…” D looked up to me, fear in her brown and green eyes. “Alpha, are you sure this place is safe?” “Possibly.” I said. “I’m really scared here, Alph…” D whimpered. “Please… stay close to me…” “Ok.” I said. With D right beside me,we walked through the mansion, noting how eerily quiet it was. It was quite clear that nobody had lived in this place for centuries. But oddly enough, there were plenty of mouseholes. They seemed to be everywhere; I counted ten in a single hallway. Granted, I wasn’t scared of mice, so this didn’t bother me; besides, it seemed like mice were the only living things in this mansion. “EEEK!!” D let out a high pitched squeak as something moved up ahead. But as it came closer, it became clear what it was. “Oh. It’s just a mouse…” she said as she released the vice-like grip she had on my arm. Or was it just a mouse? Not wanting to startle it, I gave it a closer look via my phone’s camera, only to be a little surprised with what I saw. “What the…?” “What is it?” D looked over, only to blink in confusion. “A Mobian mouse?” she said in alarm. But there was no mistaking such a body shape. The same big eyes, the same large head, even the vivid indigo coloring and womanly figure was a giveaway (clearly a female). The only crazy part was why she was just two inches tall. “Whoa. You don’t see that every day.” I said. “Why’s she all… tiny?” D asked. “Beats me.” I said. “Right… well, Mobians are at least friendly… on average,” said D, before she stopped. “Wait a minute. Wasn’t I just at eye level with this picture?” she asked as she pointed at a crooked picture on the wall. “Huh…?” I looked. Sure enough, the tip of D’s head was just above where the lowest point in the picture was. But before, she didn’t even have to look up to see it! Come to think of it, it did seem to be higher than before; I had to look up slightly at myself, which is saying something for someone over 6’ tall. “Alpha? Something’s not right here…” D said as she walked back to me. This place was really stressing her out; I could see her hair start to gray, overpowering even the shoddily applied blond dye she had applied to it and its natural red color. “Yeah… Something… really off…” I said. “I don’t wanna be here anymore…” whimpered D as she started shaking like a leaf. That’s when I saw that it wasn’t just her hair: her whole body was starting to turn white! With the exception of her hands, ear canals, and the portion of her face with her mouth and nose, every part of her was turning white, and she hadn’t noticed! Even her clothes were being affected, her bright blue sundress that she loved was turning a deep red, and her sneakers seemed to be getting a heel too. And yet somehow, out of nerves or something else, she hadn’t noticed anything yet. I saw something grow from her spine, a long, thin, bald, segmented extension to it. Suddenly, D froze, gazing at me with a horrorstruck expression. “Uh… Alph?” she said, as though ready to scream. I wondered what was making her look like she’d seen a ghost, when I felt something long and thin poke me in the back. With a jump, I looked around, only to see that it was a mouse tail! My mouse tail… “What’s happening!?” D’s voice was barely a squeak. I looked back to her. She looked ready to cry as her face started to push outwards into a muzzle. The moment she caught a glimpse of her nose, I should’ve realized then would’ve been a good moment to cover my ears. “AAAAH!!! My face!” D screamed, before looking down at her body. “No… no, no! Please! This can’t be real! Let this be a dream! Please! No! No..!” She was breathing erratically, her eyes about to release a flood of tears. I watched as she instinctively grabbed me and started sobbing into my chest. It didn’t take long to feel wet tears. It didn’t take me long to realize I wasn’t much better. I was covered in blue fur, except for a small patch on my chest and my hands. Oddly enough, I didn’t have any gloves, and neither did D. As I looked at the sobbing woman on my chest, I noticed the ground seemed a lot closer than usual. That’s when I realized: the picture didn’t get higher, we were getting smaller! Smaller and smaller we shrunk, until we were no bigger than actual mice. D, amidst her sobbing, didn’t realize her transformation was over. As for me, yeah. I recognized it. And I knew what we were at once. Mice. Mobian mice. Mobian mice, moreover, were tiny! We must’ve been only 2 inches tall, if that! Trying to get out from the massive pile of clothing I left behind, I went to look around the world. To say it wasn’t utterly bizarre is the understatement of the millennium. Everything I had seen be something small enough that I could use now towered over me like skyscrapers. “Whoa… Everything is… so huge…!” I thought to myself, before noticing someone: D. The one thing that was still relatively the same size to me. She was still having a full blown panic attack about what was going on, so I decided to try to get her to calm down. “Hello?” I asked her, putting my hand to her shoulder. “*Sniff* Alpha?” D’s tear filled eyes looked up to meet my own. “Wh-what’s happened to us?” “I have absolutely no idea, D… We've only been here for a few minutes, and the next thing that happens, we turn into mice!” “Mice?” D looked down at herself. Her sundress was now a bright red and hugged her body a lot tighter than it did before, while also showing off her cleavage. But the most drastic change was to her hair. Not only was it pure milk white, but it was also much longer, draping down all the way to her thighs. The way it bounced and swayed with her every head movement seemed to only amplify its beauty. But D only stared around at our surroundings. “Why’s everything so big?” “Uh… They’re not big… We’re just very small.” I said. “Wai—we shrunk?” D said, looking up at me. “Holy…” she clutched me again, and I could sense the fear coming off her. I wasn’t about to let her suffer another panic attack though. “Calm down. I am sure there might be someone around here to help us with our dilemma.” I said. “Maybe the one mouse we saw earlier.” “You… you think so?” D asked, calming down a bit. “But… How do we find her? This place is huge!” Soon,we heard something through the hole. D hid behind me, but it turned out to just be another Mobian mouse. This one was yellow in color and looked to be a male. “Oh, who do we have here?” asked the mouse as he came forward. “Newbies, I presume?” “Y-y-yes…” came a squeak from behind me. “What’s with her?” the mouse asked me. “We just turned into mice.” I explained. “Tsk. tsk tsk tsk. Poor girl,” the mouse said. “Not everyone takes it well. Baxter, by the way. Ray Baxter.” “Huh…?” “What? Have you heard of my name before?” “Are there other mice here?” “Well, yeah,” said Ray. “Athena, Wendy, Larry, Jamie, Kendall, and Arnold are here too. You two must be those humans that Athena was talking about.” “Huh…?” “You… you know of us?” D asked, stepping out behind me. “Well, I know that you two were quickly taken by the curse this mansion has,” said Ray. “Never breaks, by the way. You’re stuck that way forever; not that I would be complaining,” he added. “Hey!” D whined, crossing her arms over her chest, clearly affronted. “Right, right. Sorry,” said Ray. “Shouldn’t have complimented a woman when her boyfriend’s right next to her.” “Wh—we’re not dating!” D spluttered. “We’re just f-friends! Yeah, that’s all we are!” “Tch. Suit yourself, miss,” said Ray. “Were you human, too?” I asked. “Yep,” said Ray. “In point of fact, all the mice in this building, all nine of them, are former humans. So, uh… you two got names?” “Mike.This is D.” “D? Isn’t that just a letter?” Ray asked. “Well, yes…” said D. “But I’ve been using it for five years straight.” “Well, if you two want to, I can help you adjust to your new lives as mice,” said Ray. “Um… okay…” D whispered. We followed Ray towards the row of mouseholes. Each one that we saw had a name that was etched above it, including one for Ray. We soon stopped outside one labelled ‘Jamie.’ “Jamie’s the one who helped me out when I first turned into a mouse,” said Ray. “She’ll sort you two out easily.” “Ok…” I said. Ray led us inside the hole. Inside was the same mouse we saw earlier. “Jamie?” Ray called. “We got some new friends.” “Oh? Where are they?” Asked a feminine voice. “Right here,” said Ray, stepping aside so that she could see us. “Oh! Hello there!” said the pink mouse as she walked over to us. “Who do we have here?” We remained silent. “Well, Go on, don't be shy!” She said. “I'm Mike. This is D, my friend.” I Said. “Isn’t that just a letter?” “Okay, why does everybody keep asking that!?” D said in exasperation. “Uh… because it is?” Jamie asked. D sighed. “Alright… yeah…” “Regardless, Welcome! I hope you enjoy your new lives as mice! Though, judging by your shyness, you’re… not exactly enjoying things?” “No…” “It was all so sudden, we didn't have time to comprehend it until the end!” I said. “Ooh… yikes…” said Jamie. “And the atmosphere?” “Well… what do you want me to say?” D asked. “...point taken,” said Jamie. “Mike, if I were you, I’d get this girl some help. Fast.” “He should’ve…” said D. “His chest is damp for a reason…” Jamie gave a hissing gasp. “Ooh… That’s not a good sign…” she said. “You really didn’t take this well, did you?” “Do I even have to say it?” “Right. She just needs help adjusting to her new life.” I said. “Ray said you helped him when he transformed.” “Yeah, but he wasn’t a total mental train wreck when he got here,” said Jamie. “Er, pardon me for being so blunt.” “Eh. You’re not wrong…” Jamie shook her head. “She’s been through the mill, this one…” she said. “There must be something we can do to get you smiling again…” “Might be kinda late for that…” said D. “Kinda just have accepted that I never really had the right to smile in the first place. Or at the very least I lost that right a long time ago…” “Whoa, what!?” “All these bad things that keep happening to me, losing my humanity, having the worst academic year of my life, everyone I follow disappearing…” D gave a sniff. “I just… why can’t I catch a break from all this hardship in my life!?” “Whoa… uh… yikes…” Jamie said, slowly. I went to D and hugged her. She gave a small gasp before looking up at me. Her breath was a little heavy, and I could feel her heart speeding up a little. Her face had that look of ‘What’s happening!?’ that you get when you’re not sure of the future. “Don't worry… I'll be here for you.” I said. “You… you will be?” D breathed. I nodded. “I… I… I don’t know what to say…” D breathed. “I guess I can act though.” Before I could speak, I found myself flat on my back, my chest encased in a vice-like grip. All I could see was a mess of white as something soft and fuzzy nuzzled against my chest. Hands were moving up and down my back, ruffling up my fur, and the white mass kept shifting in my view. “We can get through this.” I said to her. “Mmm… huh, what?” D muttered as she stopped. “Sorry, what was that? Kinda got caught up in the moment…” It took a little bit, but we eventually got used to this sort of lifestyle. All seven of our neighbors are pretty friendly, and we’re actually living a somewhat good life. And as for D, well… she’s doing a lot better. My presence was already enough to calm her down, but what really made her ecstatic was the time she first saw her reflection. Finally, she seemed to be joyous about the whole thing, and is actually smiling! Although sometimes it seems more like a smirk than anything else… As for the mansion, and navigation itself? Well, it turns out we’re not the only ones to fall for this curse. The community seems to have noticed the place, and more and more people keep appearing each day. Yeah, within a month, there were reported to be around 400 mice living here. So, I think we led a good life.