Bad Ending [digimon Apocalyptic Rogue-Lite

'Here's hoping for the best.' She thinks to herself. 'Because none of us are prepared for the worst.'

"And now, to wrap up this address, we'd like to officially debut our newest Ward!" Miss Militia announces to the crowd of reporters and attendees.

Before she could give her the cue and announce her name. The newest Ward had taken the initiative and beaten Miss Militia to the punch.

Strutting out onto the stage, was a short girl with black hair that reaches down to her shoulders. Dressed in a stylized blue and black dress with yellow accents. Black boots with yellow shin guards and dark blue leggings. A black cowl around her neck extending into two scarf ends that reach down to her knees and finally, a black domino mask around her green eyes to complete the look. Giving the crowd a twirl to show off the outfit and playfully lean on one foot as she reaches out, stretching her arm twice the length like it was made of rubber; she snatches Miss Militia's mic and snaps her arm back to normal length.

"You can call me Anansi!" She announces with a smile and strikes a pose. "I may be little, but I can do big things!"

"That is not the name you were given." Miss Militia whispers out the side of her mouth.

"Tell that to Clockblocker." She looked up and gave the older hero a smug look. "Besides, Miss Shape was dumb."

Assault came up with the name.

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-Meanwhile, Dallon House-

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Kitsu POV

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"..." I stare at the TV and watch as the camera zooms in on the girl's smiling face. And I watch her brown eyes briefly flash purple. "... That's it!" I stand up and start marching towards my room. "I'm coming out of retirement!"

No way in hell am I letting my knockoff get closer to Missy while she's available— I mean, emotionally vulnerable!

"Kitsu!" Mom shouts back. "You don't get to just come in and out of retirement at the drop of a hat!"

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Bonus

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Director Emily Piggot POV

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"The brainwave scans all register the same as the baseline subject." Head Reseacher Jamez says, going through the papers. "If not for the auditory and olfactory cortex being significantly less complex, being more comparable to a baseline human. On top of the occipital lobe being twice as dense in neuron activity, which is borderline absurd given the original's already heightened visual capacity."

He rambles off, and though I don't understand entirely. I know enough to get the gist. Her brain is the same, barring the differences that one would expect from the changes in physiology.

"What is your conclusion?" I ask the shorter black man.

"Honestly?" He lets out a sigh and tosses the document on my desk. "If there's some mental compulsion in her that compels her to act certain ways, I can't find it. All parts of her brain that influence personality are damn near the same as the baseline subject. Amygdala is deformed in the same way, Hypothalamus is actual more normal than the baseline subject, Hippocampus is identical, if a bit smaller. Though, her prefrontal cortex is showing reduced activity."

"And that means?"

"Compared to the other centers?" He prompts. "Could be a natural result of her altered physiology, or it's the early signs the she's developing chronic depression disorder."

'Depression is a dangerous thing in an S class cape.' I think to myself. 'Best case scenario, she wallows in despair and just remains idle. But she's still technically human, and if I know anything about people it's that they rarely ever commit to idleness.'

We could be lucky and end up with a completely self neutralized entity. But I don't believe in luck, only preparation and opportunity.

Speaking of, there's another issue on my desk. On every director's desk.

[Class 5 top secret]

[Birdcage inmate report: 28 inmates accounted. 759 missing]

[On Friday, September 4th at approximately 9pm, the birdcage's spatial perimeter sensors detected an anomaly. In attempts to handle the disturbance, all external security measures activated at once to distort space and rearrange nearby topography in order to hinder the attempted breach. At approximately 9:05 pm, 300 inmate collars went dark, at 9:06 pm, Dragon went to investigate the anomaly. Initial evidence pointed towards mass violence. At 9:08 pm, Dragon confirmed that all but 28 inmates were missing from the Baumann Parahuman Containment Center. All collars offline, all unaccounted for inmates are believed to have escaped with the assistance of Ivan "Ebon" Evans using his umbra-kinesis based portals in tandem with abilities used by Glaistig Uaine. Bypassing 98% of the Contaiment Center's security surveillance measures.]

"Tell me, Jamez, do we have a way of permanently neutralizing the subject?" I ask the head researcher.

As expected, he already had an answer for me.

"Maybe if we had a few nuclear warheads laying around." He scoffed. "As it stands, she endlessly regenerates from any damage she receives. And the more severe the damage, the faster she regenerates. Stab her, it heals in a minute. Cut her arm off, it grows back in thirty seconds."

"What about her brain?" I ask.

"High focus pinpoint laser to the back of her head when she wasn't looking." He says. "Suffered no neurological damage or mental impairment. Didn't even show signs of confusion."

So she's just shy of invulnerable. And a stone's throw from being as immortal as Kitsu.

"Hmm..."

"You have a plan?" He asks.

"That's none of your concern." I tell him. "You're dismissed."

She's going to become active at some point. The difference is whether or not we're prepared for her to find something to do. Rather than risk utter chaos on waiting to see what she'll do, I believe it's possible to make use of her by being proactive and giving her something to do. It'll be a gamble, but with the clone wave, thousands dead or missing, the Empire's power vacuum and having just barely avoiding another Boston Games. Not even counting the Slaughterhouse Nine's end. We are stretched dangerously thin and running on fumes.

The city budget is already triple its overall yearly income in the collateral clean up costs alone. That's not even accounting for the loss of life, infrastructure, or industry. We cannot handle another event. Brockton will collapse if preparations are not made.

Looking down at the subject's, at Melody's, case file. I can't help but lament how desperate I'm getting. That I'd actually consider what I'm about to do.

"Preparation... and opportunity." I tell myself.

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A/N

It was... honestly,

disturbingly easy to find out exactly what state Crystal's body would be in on an October night on the east coast after 1 to 2 hours.

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Carol's comment on it not being a full moon. Yes I googled what phase the moon was in on Tuesday October 19 2010.

October 22, 2010 is a full moon.

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Anansi— African/Caribbean spider trickster god.

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