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"Here I go again..." Homura Akemi sighed annoyed as she stood outside on a dark and chilly night, the fresh sensation of killing her best friend once again still resonating in her soul despite her body feeling nothing. "Madoka..." she lamented before letting out a long and flustered sigh. "I swear this time I will save you..." she swore while moving forward before her eyes widen, a dark and grayish aura dome forming around her as she was soon surrounded by a very bizarre and childlike surrounding as things of nice and nightmares danced around her.
"A witch? How?!" Homura cried out as she looked around wildly, never once before running into a witch so soon after coming to a different timeline.
"Hehehe, what an interesting little girl that has come into my domain..." a demonic and commanding voice spoke.
"A witch... spoke?" Homura said completely surprised. "Impossible, they do not speak! They are those who served and consumed by despair, there is nothing left to speak with!"
"Hrmmm? Yes, you're right, my kind do not usually retain the nature of speak, but here we are, talking..." the witch said as a gray mass floated around Homura, forming different theater like masks of different emotions with it currently made a large mask of curiosity.
"You are not a witch! They do not talk!" Homura said pulling out a handgun from her shield and aiming it at the strange mass that formed an emotionless mask.
"Anomaly...."
"Anomaly?" Homura questioned.
"Yes, an anomaly, a byproduct of you jumping around like a frog in different timelines, naughty thing, don't you know time is not meant to be tampered with?" the witch said, forming a mask of smiling.
