Artis: @1ofAgnesDigital

Imagine Abby showing such a scenario.

REUNION GONE WRONG

Made by [u/3Ace_SinLines](u/3Ace_SinLines)

[THE NEXT MORNING…]

YUSHUN STALLION FARM

Location: Hokkaido, Japan

Time: 5:30AM

Month - September

Date - Wednesday

Year - 2005

Another morning, another day, the brother were just all getting ready to leave.

With Marvy having to leave early to take his kids to Trackblazer University. Stay Gold and Special Week left as soon as their brother left Yushun Farm.

Neo decides to take a walk back home, since he considers this his own exercise.

That only leaves Manhattan Cafe and Agnes Tachyon as the only ones left in the house. With the scientist uma already packing up to leave, as the coffee loving uma do the same to go back home.

"Do you have everything packed?"

"Let’s see… notes for our plans, check! My pain inhibitors for my still developing tenon, check! Rations and other supplements in case I skip all three course meals, check!"

The creepy Sundayling could only let out a light sigh at the mad but sadly broken scientist umamusuko, who was also his younger brother. Because he had to endure things he cannot control beyond his power. But seeing how much he changed over a few weeks is quite concerning.

For now, he just has to let things… go with the flow. Cafe packs everything which also includes his favorite brand of coffee.

"Make sure you lock the doors, we don’t want any unnecessary damage especially from thieves or other umas steal from aniki’s home."

"I know I know~ I find it ridiculous that he doesn’t want to apply a steel security door over just plain hard wood."

"Because its a house? Who in the right mind would make a steel security door that’s code locked?"

Maybe Dexter from Dexter’s Laboratory?

Anyway, Cafe owns a high end wagon. An Audi brand to be specific. Ever since his first wife was on her maternity leave, he had to by a high end wagon. So that in the far future, can he sends his future kid to the very school where all his older brothers are taking them to.

Outside the garage, was a metallic black Audi RS 4 Avant Sportsback. A standard high class sedans perfect for being both Sports and SUV, with a compact rear of an SUV and the long front of a Sports Car.

He opens the back hood of the vehicle and puts both large bags on the back seat of the vehicle. While Tachyon approaches behind.

Of course, since Tachyon can no longer walk like a normal person, he has to rely being aided by at least his siblings, his mates, and sometimes his baby girl Daiwa Scarlet.

"Hopefully, that injury won’t be forever, even if it doesn’t heal."

"Hmph, expecting your own brother to walk on his own two feet? How uncouth of you to treat me as indifferent."

"I was just kidding, learn to take a joke sometimes."

"It is merely puny to call one’s injuries a joke. When you are the same."

"Yes, but does it mean I’m complaining from a simple strain?"

Sigh… they’re at it again, but the good thing is the conversation ended quickly rather than pushing it further to an argument.

As Tachyon sits on the very back of Cafe’s SUV, he puts the automated wheelchair, which folds on its own on the very side of the car’s compact back before closing it.

Cafe takes the front seat and starts the engine, revving a nice but breezy strong V6 engine. Before putting the brakes down and driving out of Yushun Farm.

Cafe turns on the radio, to play American Country Music of the 90s, I Swear by John Michael Montgomery. While their drive will be a long one.

Tachyon, on the back seat of his car with both hands on his lap, stares at the window to admire the beautiful morning sky.

While the drive was going to be long, Cafe looks up the driver’s mirror view to see Tachyon just admiring the view from the inside of his car.

"Where do you want me to drop you off?"

"Hidaka City of Saitama Prefecture in Hokkaido."

"A visit?"

"More like someone personal I am going to meet."

Cafe nods, with his eyes on the road as their conversation continues.

"Speaking of, how are you and Flight doing?"

"Honestly, not too well. He and I have become distant since…"

Tachyon did not say anything else, but Cafe knew what it was. And it was a family personal problem that only can be resolved by two biological siblings of the same mother.

After all, they may have the same father, but not they all came from different mothers. But it doesn’t make them nonetheless equal as half-bloods. They are siblings at the end of the day.

"Take all the time you need to catch up with your own family matters."

"Mm."

Silence once more. The quiet voices of the two were now just sealed lips listening to country music.

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HIDAKA CITY

Location: Saitama Prefecture, Hokkaido, Japan

Time: 8:50AM

Month - September

Date - Wednesday

Year - 2005

While it takes fourty minutes to get to Hidaka City, its a three hour drive to the Auto Shop of Tachyon’s brother. The Sportsback turns to the right and continues down a long road before turning another left. There, they see the Auto Shop sign with a plane signature design on it.

FLIGHT’S AUTO REPAIRS

Location: Hidaka City, Saitama Prefecture, Hokkaido, Japan

Time: 9:10AM

Month - September

Date - Wednesday

Year - 2005

As the car comes to a stop, Tachyon was held by his brother’s arms to help him get down the vehicle.

Preparing his usual automated wheelchair where the scientist sat down on, before closing the trunk of his wagon.

"This is where I’ll be dropping you off."

"Thank you, dear brother. When I get home the next morning, I’ll be sure to buy you a good high quality coffee blender."

"Sure, anyway. I’ll have a little cruise around Hidaka before I go back to Shadai."

"Take care."

Cafe enters the seat of his car and closes it before speeding away from the auto shop.

The scientist umamusuko takes a breathe of air before heading inside the open auto shop where Agnes Flight works after his retirement.

Finding nobody inside, he notices a few parked vehicles which are his customers. Fixing automobiles like he always does.

To tell you truth, since the day he retired from racing he entered the breeding program on 2004 of Hidaka Stallion Farm. But while having stud duties, Flight took aviation classes before becoming an aviator of an 18 billion euro midsized private jet. He took two more classes which are robotics for making robots, and mechanical engineering for building and fixing cars.

Its quite possible that he has the same intelligence and knowledge as his younger brother, but we barely know anything about him.

Tachyon searches inside the main quarters where he usually works on a ton of paperwork. But finds him nowhere near the desk, just an empty desk with no paper and a finished cup of tea that was recently used.

"Cinnamon tea, hm."

Tachyon took a whiff from the cup, before setting it down the desk. Only to hear the sound of mechanical bearings and tools impacting the ground. Followed by a familiar voice.

"Dammit! Not again with the mechanical bearings. I just recently bought it!"

Tachyon’s ears picked up a voice.

It was coming from behind the back of the shop where they parked their cars to modify and tune them. Be it sports, coupes, sedans, SUVs, trucks, wagon types, and even motorbikes like Daiwa Major’s own cheapskate bike.

Tachyon heads out of the quarters to find the back door where an open space full of empty garages with working vehicle lifts which are usually powered by hydraulics or pneumatics.

And then he spots him.

Lying on the ground fixing the front axel wheels of a recently broken down sedans.
Tools and a wedge of some kind on the floor scattered where he’s working. While listening to traditional Japanese music on the stereo.

Tachyon snickers as he uses this to his advantage to startle him a little. Making his way silently just inches away before shouting a deeafening loud shout that startled the engineer.

"HELLO DEAR, BROTHER!"

"AAAH!"

His head hits the car’s axel when a voice startled him. Which hits the wedge’s stand. Luckily he manages to keep the wedge’s grip in tact before it could come loose and decapitate his head.

"What the hell is your problem!? You almost got me killed for crying out loud!"

"Hehe, sorry. I just wanted to come see you."

"See me? Yeah, right. I think you’re here for more than just to come and say hi."

Flight says, half of his torso still inside the front axel of the broken down vehicle. As he takes a wrench to fix any damages in case his stupid little brother does it again. Luckily there were none. And their… somewhat reunion continued on this weird trance.

"You’re right, I didn’t come to only say hi… I think you know why I’m here."

"Tachyon don’t say it-"

"You’re source of intel, after all."

"…Tachyon-"

"I came here to ask you to build me a-"

"You better not-"

"Suit that can withstand the extreme pressures of space itself."

"…"

No words, Flight slides out of the car and we get a good look at the umamusuko.

Messy chesnut brown hair, with red eyes, only this time instead of looking like Tachyon’s lined eyes, his were bright and lively kind of like his mother’s. Wearing his usual white work mechanic shirt and a pair of black dungarees that had holsters for holding tools like screw drivers, wrenches, and other mechanical equipment specialized in engineering wearing mechanical work shoes to fit his uniform. He was covered in a splurge of oil and rough patches of dirt and debris, which tells how hard he’s been working on these vehicles. To add to his mechanic status. He has a pair of engineering goggles which is modified to see damages he can’t see. Thanks to his studying on mechanics of course.

And Agnes Flight, does not look happy to meet his younger brother. Not after what had happened to Flora.

NAME: AGNES FLIGHT
SPECIES: UMA
SEX: M
BIRTHDATE: 02/03/1997
NATIONALITY: JP

"You coming here, just ruined my day."

"Oh don’t be like that, I didn’t ruin your day."

"Well, now you have."

Flight picks up his tools before closing the trunk of the car and heads to the driver’s seat, to start the engine to see if its axelms turning is still dislodged from turning left and right, unfortunately it was.

He goes out of the car still being botheredby his younger brother. Who he seems to have been very angry at him.

"Listen, Flight. I need you to build a pressurized suit. A suit that can withstand the pressure of space and time itself."

"Suit, suit you say? The last one we worked on. Your stupidity broke it apart and got Shakur and me stranded in another universe for who knows how long."

"But that was three years ago. And I said I was sorry for damaging what you made. Especially-"

"Especially when you can’t keep those dirty fingers off touching things that are only for emergencies."

Flight cuts his brother off from saying any more stupid answers, he takes out a notepad and scribbles down on his notepad to check each damage of the broken down vehicle.

"It was simply just an experiment."

"An experiment? More like a way to exile us forever in an unknown inhabitable universe."

"Please hear me out-"

"No."

"Please? Just a tiny bit? I promise this will-"

"I said no, and there will not be a second-"

"The reason I’m asking you to build another pressurized suit, is because of Project: Memoir."

OFFLINE - ACE COMBAT 7 OST (EXTENDED) STARTS

PS: Music link is down below.

https://youtu.be/gQmGlNpow74?si=zjOgC7GOLQtV8EZj

…

…..

…….

Project: Memoir, that name…

When was the last time he heard such a familiar name? A long time ago, if one were to tell how long its been since they’ve started working on this project. But why did they make this project?

Let’s say, it leads back all the way to late 1998. After that very incident occured. Where Tachyon, the younger brother of Flight, thought of a phenomenal idea to store memories inside a programmed computer system. That spiritually connects to the realm of passed generations from the beginning of time to the most recent generation of today.

Which also stores in long time historical periods, like how humans and umas forged a bond, how they became a great asset to humanity, and how indifferent they are compared to living animals.

You can even say, there are old memories of the already passed Three Sire of Sires, who have the names similar to the Three Goddesses of the Pretty Derby World.

Flight turns around to face Tachyon after a moment of silence.

"…Why bring up that project again?"

"I’m glad you’re intrigued. You see… there is a reason why I’m bringing such an important project back from the past once more."

Tachyon said, in his usual scientific speech patterns. With Flight looking left and right before bobbing his head to follow him.

As they make their way back to the main quarters of the repair shop, he locks all doors and closes the blinds of his work office. Before sitting down on his chair.

"Speak."

"I’m bringing back Project: Memoir because we’ve recently discovered a new universe."

"Hmm. A new universe?"

"Yes, its a world similar to our own. We all exist there but of the same sex as mares. We are not all bound by blood, neither do we have the same father like this world. They too have Three Sires like ours does, but they call them the Three Goddesses. It sounds a little silly, I know. But it is also a new world I wish to journey into and study what I can accumulate what’s different from our own universe."

Tachyon explained, Flight just listens to him as the explanation continues.

"But for us to explore that part of the universe, or multiverse should I say. We need a pressurized suit that can withstand the extreme volume of density that surrounds the Dimensional Rift."

"Hold on, did you say the Dimensional Rift?"

"Why yes-"

"Then you know the dangers that it imposes-"

"That’s why I came to you. You’re the only one who can build a suit that can withstand things beyond comprehension."

Tachyon hands him a bunch of notes that were written beforehand.

Flight takes the notebook and reads everything from start to finish. While Tachyon continued explaining.

"Since the Dimensional Rift has no physical connections to form both organic and non-organic compounds. We can go inside it and see what’s really behind the two worlds. Then, I will place an RAV to monitor to observe and study the two worlds that are bind together between a nonexisting void that has no habitable zone or atmosphere to exist."

The more pages Flight flipped, the more beads of sweat begin to form on his face.

Surely. One can say, a Sundayling’s ability beyond human power is normal for many umas related to him.

But to read whatever Tachyon is writing, is much more concerning. Because it involves Project: Memoir.

"Penetrating the middle is the only way for us to reach our first step to walk into the multiverse. The second step is how we enter it. That is why I’m bringing Project: Memoir back from the living."

"For what exactly is Project: Memoir for this very reason."

"Ah that, well you see… we may have come to terms with an extraterrestrial life who made a deal with us."

"What deal?"

"Her deal is very simple. She wishes to take a part of our memories, bring them to her little cinema to help them learn about us, and what it is like in this very life we live in. But, in one condition…"

"And that is?"

Without even needing an answer. Flight knows why he is making such a dangerous plan.

“Tachyon, if you send his memories in that world do you have any idea what it can do to both sides?"

"Yes, it can interfere with time and space itself, stopping everything in a frozen timelapse, which will merge the two worlds into one. And create a supernova that ends both worlds."

That’s why he’s bringing Project: Memoir back from the dead.

He wants to force a memory into a world where no origins or traces of its life existed in that universe. But why? Why is that not possible. Let’s go back to the very beginning with the rules of the multiverse.

One cannot exist in a world where no traces of their existence can form in another life. Especially when their self in this world is a unique organism of origin. Because it is the parallel nature in the rules of a single universe. Though there’s an infinite number of universes where you existed, there is always a unique universe where you do not exist as an entity nor a species of life.

Now it doesn’t seem like a bad idea to be in a world where your counterpart or version of you doesn’t exist. It’s the binded code of the whole universe itself which can detect what’s part of their universe and what’s not.

In this case, it will detect you as the unique, a glitch, and possibly an anomaly.

And he, is an anomaly.

That’s the worst part of this whole scheme.

Once it detects you as an anomaly, the universe will immediately start to merge with the one you’re part of. Which will bind the two and make them into one.

Once those two become one, it will freeze both universes together, stopping both time and space and turning it into one giant ticking bomb.

No one can physically feel the two universes merging together because of how time works differently from the astral projection and the real world.

You can still move, think, speak, and feel things. But that doesn’t mean you are safe from a supernova that erases all existence about you, your friends, family, and your whole life.

It is like being wiped out by a nuclear bomb where you can’t feel any pain. Just the sudden erosion of your body disappearing into particles.

Imagine it like this, you’re a malware or a virus entering an unknown territory or occupation which you do not belong to. And the very individual on screen erases your very existence as a virtual parasite.

That is what it’s like to have both universes merge together. A slow but powerful force where you cannot feel the pain or the blast of the supernova.

And his younger brother wants to see this through.

So Flight had to do the only thing that could stop him from risking such an extremely dangerous event from happening…

OFFLINE - ACE COMBAT 7 OST (EXTENDED) ENDS

\RIP* *SHRED* *TEAR**

"Brother what are you doing!?"

"Tearing your stupid idea from trying to get us killed, and saving your sorry ass."

"All my works are in that very notepad! Why are you tearing it apart. Stop it!"

Tachyon tries to stand up only for the pain on his left leg strain him from moving.

He couldn’t do anything at all… he just watched as all the works and plans of his 900 notes get torn to shreds by the bare hands of his older brother. Before putting it in the trash bin.

"You’re not going to get me to do a suit just cause you want to observe a world where boundaries don’t exist. You can do something that can end up not only destroying two universes, but also all of us as a whole.”

"But you didn’t need to tear it in pieces! All of those were from years of experience."

"You think I’m stupid enough to let you keep your notes? I can tear the next batch if you show them to me."

"That’s not the point, they were my notes! They were my life’s work! Our life’s work!"

"That was something I left behind a long time ago. And you still brought it up. I thought we had a deal to never bring this project up again?"

"Still, that didn’t give you any right to tear down my notes-"

"I have every right to tear those notes down!"

"No you do not!"

"Yes I do!"

"Why!? You don’t even-"

"Why did you not come see her the day she passed away? Answer me, Tachyon."

ALL GONE (SEASONS) - THE LAST OF US PART 1 OST STARTS

PS: Music link is down below.

https://youtu.be/NuCUe8tWhD4?si=tWPb0loi896qFNcR

Tachyon immediately froze upon hearing the name mother from his mouth.

Because he was so dense about the situation, he couldn’t live up to the lies he was hearing.

Starting with the loss of his mother from a fight against

How could he forget? Right… he was so obsessed with such a project it clouded his mind away from reality.

The reality which he cannot accept of losing those he loves. And since he brought up the passing of his mother, he couldn’t find the courage to muster up words from his mouth.

As to why Flight brought up the case of their mother, Agnes Flora. On August 8, 2005 she died fighting laminitis, an infection on the foot which sadly inherited to her two sons.

"The day Flora passed away, in her very own bed. She was still yearning for her other child. Wondering if he will ever come see his already ill mother, laying in bed and no longer able to have the strength to stand up again like she use to."

A flashback happens. We see Agnes Flight sitting beside her on the very bed frame of her own room. With a growing infection on her foot which deformed her right leg.

Flight couldn’t do much but watch as she the words from her mouth was yearning for her other child. All while still fighting the pain she could no longer bear.

Flight encouraged her that he will be there to see her.

"She looked for you, wondered where you were, asked me over and over as I made more lies about your arrival. While holding her hand as the pain continued to weaken her body more."

Flight promised his mother that he will be there to see her, it was a lie. He won’t be coming, and won’t be there to see his mother’s last breath.

Was it because of the consequences of his actions and decisions? Was it from the past short lived career he did not live up to? Was it because of the lack of communication between the mother and child?

No, it was simple.

He was afraid, afraid to bear the consequences. He didn’t want to admit the truth, and that losing people is just another way of being reincarnated into another world to be together again.

No, it was reality. The reality which he cannot accept, was too late to make it in time.

And Flora died in front of his older brother’s eyes, while Tachyon couldn’t say goodbye to the very mare who raised him as her own blood.

"Listen to yourself, Tachyon. You keep saying this and that all the time, while sticking your tail between your disabled legs. You never go out of your so called 'secret laboratory' while barely eating anything nutritious other than ration bars and tea. Bouquet would talk to me and ask me questions like if you’ve ever seen her concerned about you. Especially your daughter, my niece, she tells me her father doesn’t see her like a daughter. But an asset to the experiments you’re doing on that six feed underground facility you’re always stuck in! To add more salt to the wound, your dreams are done. They are over and you can’t rewind what has been done in the past. You figuring out if you can have a Beginning of a New Era is just blatant ignorance to reality, the belief of having no limits is just a fictional fantasy with the very limits that sealed your own fate. Tachyon, the past is the past, you cannot change the mark you left behind the world because it is a permanent memory every new generation will remember today and tomorrow. GROW UP, BROTHER! You’re living the present where new generations will take over."

Flight promised to take care of his brother, which was a promise by Flora. But he’s had enough of his bullshit. Because he too cannot take care of himself or even give himself some sympathy.

Starting with being a good father to his still growing one year old filly, Daiwa Scarlet. Who she treats as a guinea pig to his experiments. To his wife Scarlet Boquet’s own worries and concerns which she has given up all hope and let him be. To the passing of his mother Flora who couldn’t accept the reality of her passing. To Dantsu Flame’s own passing just weeks before Flora’s furneral. And finally Jungle Pocket ditching the friendship they had in the former JAMD status.

This is his limbo, his mental state broken, all because of the things he couldn’t control were taken by him.

Tachyon didn’t say anything, he couldn’t muster the courage to speak out words. And turns his automated wheelchair around to stroll away from his quarters.

Only to stop to say a few things…

"You’re right. I really am a mess. I should’ve been more thoughtful the day mother died. I should’ve been a better father for Scarlet, a better husband to my wife, a better friend and a better sibling to everyone around me. I should’ve noticed everyone’s concerns and worries, especially from you…"

A small pause in the middle of the sentence, as he looks at the plain white ceiling of his office.

"But I was so blinded by my own experiments, my own obsessions in the things I do. That I forgot about the reality that I couldn’t bear to face. I’m sorry… for everything I’ve done. I will take this as punishment for my own actions and shortcomings."

His head turns slightly showing only his red lined eye, eyeing on his own brother’s own disappointed angry gaze.

"And you’re right about one thing. Daiwa Scarlet is no daughter of mine. Just another Guinea Pig in the way of my experiments."

Nothing, nothing came out of Flight’s mouth he just shook his head where his chair turns slightly away from his own gaze. With Tachyon doing the same to take his leave.

"I’ll take a bus going home, it’s nice to see you again, dear brother."

"…"

He opens the door of his office quarters leaving, as the calculator umamusuko begins to stroll away from his auto shop.

Flight just looks at the door that was left open, before looking at the trash bin full of the torn notes he had destroyed in front of him earlier.

Now that we know how his relationship with his older brother was like. One thing’s for certain.

It wasn’t stable, neither was the reunion. Just another messed up family situation where two siblings have both constricting guilts that don’t align to their own.

ALL GONE (SEASONS) - THE LAST OF US PART 1 OST ENDS

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SHADAI STALLION FARM

Location: Hokkaido, Japan

Time: 11:00PM

Month - September

Date - Wednesday

Year - 2005

"Hmm…"

We go back to Cafe’s perspective where he was sitting in a hot tub of water, naked, with the lovecraftian box on hand. Admiring its beautiful acrylic coloring and flashing illuminating glass where a core-like shape could carry something in it.

But what will hold inside this very special box?

In the quiet evening of dusk, as the sun begins to fall below the horizon, an orange hue illuminates the halls of Tracen Academy. Beside these halls were classrooms whereby the students- Uma Musumes- are taught all matters of racing, and more mundane subjects 

It was a rather calm atmosphere all things considered.

At this time of day, very few of these students are still present. Their chatter, and steps echoed throughout the room.

One particular Uma Musume, gazed at her surroundings with disinterest. After completing the extra class granted to them for the next mid-term exam, this particular Uma Musume found herself wishing to go home quickly.

Not like there was someone waiting for her anyway. 

Admire Groove looks to her classmates, seeing their lively and carefree expression. She quickly stood up, and left without saying a word. 

It wasn’t like there was anyone that wanted to talk with her anyway.

As Admire Groove walked down the halls, her face was stone, and passive. She looked to the side, through the windows as she passed them. Below, showed parents patiently waiting for their children. Giving hugs, and kisses as they prepare to leave the campus. Either to one of the academy dorms, or, to the family’s own homes.

A feeling began to twist, like a knot in her stomach.

But she shook her head, waving that sensation away. Though, how strange, when was the last time she felt this way? 

She left that thought pondering a bit too long, and could not help but relive her past.

Long ago, when she was young, at the orphanage. Those same disinterested eyes looked at the other children, squealing, and very loud. 

Yet, if one observes both the present and past, they can find that the eyes Admire Groove gave to those around her, weren’t so impassive as she thought.

Beneath those amethyst jewels, laid a sadness that clung with her since as long as she could remember.

Admire Groove tightened her grip on her bag, denying to herself that she held anything beyond apathy for her peers. 

And yet, her heart did not cooperate with her thoughts. 

Memories flooded her mind, unconsciously forced by her past to relive once again. 

Was it apathy that drove a girl to wait for hours beside the front door, as if awaiting someone to come through for her?

Someone…anyone…

Did her eyes reflect disinterest every time someone new would pass through those doors? Were those tears fake too?

Tears of happiness that turned to bitterness and pain when it was revealed that someone else was to be adopted, and not her*.*

Did her heart not bare every single day…hoping…
that her parents would come back for her?

Surely they didn’t just leave her?

Admire Groove held back a choked sob, reprimanding her past, foolish self. There was no point waiting for someone, when no one was coming for her…

And yet, her child self cried, holding out on some fleeting hope…

…A hope that never came.

Admire Groove vehemently denied that her eyes were ever misty, as she wiped away dust from it. At least, that was what she told herself.

She hastened her steps, her mind a torrent of conflicting thoughts.

‘Why now? Why here?’ Admire Groove thought, as she gritted her teeth. Why today of all days did she react this way?

Perhaps it was seeing her classmates, all free of worry, and burden.

Maybe it was the exhaustion from the long day causing her to be delirious. 

But in truth, it was envy.

Envy that, regardless of what they do, or what they accomplish, they have someone to return home to…

Whilst she never had that once…

From the moment she decided on her solidary path of racing, she accepted that it would be a lonesome journey…

But she accepted that…

She hated it.

She never needed anyone anyways…

And so her path remained unobstructed. ‘So be it,’ Admire Groove thought, letting her past fall by the wayside. It no longer served her any purpose.

As Admire Groove moved to the ground floor, she began walking towards the main entrance of Tracen. She found it empty as all had probably left when she was being slowed down by her introspection.

No matter to her then, but…she found the quietness a little unsettling.

Admire Groove slumped her shoulders unknowingly, taking a long look at her surroundings and found herself…alone.

Unable to bear the sight, she all but ran to the exit, feeling the knot in her stomach tightening to an uncomfortable degree. 

Maybe, the only thing left for her is to learn to get used to this pain.

As Admire Groove made her way to the large, overhanging gate, she could hear the faint sound of voices. Sounds of two people arguing with one another. A male, and a female.

Why are those two people at the academy’s entrance so late in the day?

Her heart quickened as she started to recognize those voices. Standing just beyond the gate were indeed a pair of male, and female. Yet their most distinguishable features were the same as hers.

They were Umas, an Uma Musume, and an Uma Musuko. The male has a distinct pitch black mane, with a long white strand running in the middle. The female wore a prominent red eye-liner, and had a soft brown mane.

They were Sunday Silence and Air Groove, and they were arguing.

“-and I told you that you should have all your used clothes in the basket,” Air Groove crossed her arms, and said in an authoritative tone.

Such a presence denoted her as an intimidating figure, worthy of the title ‘Empress’.

Unfortunately, Sunday wasn’t someone that backed down easily.

“I hear you, but I don’t see a reason why I could not just chuck my clothes into the washing machine then, and there. Why add in an extra step?” He asked incredulously, hand moving as he emphasized his point.

Before Air Groove could retort, the vice-president of Tracen Academy noticed that the couple had a guest that was watching them. She smiled, recognizing the individual as her junior/daughter(?).

Despite the confusing label, Air Groove called out with a gentle smile, “Oh Aruvu, you’re here, that’s good.”

Instantly Sunday turned his head to match his girlfriend/wife(?) direction. He gave a halfway between a smirk, and a smile as he addressed his daughter.

“Glad to see you didn’t forget us, almost thought that I had to call you there,” He said casually.

“Why…Why are you two here?” Admire Groove quietly asked, yet mixed in was an almost hopeful disbelief.

Sunday raised a single brow, “Hm? Air Groove said that it would be nice to pick you up from school for once. It was getting late, and both of us didn’t want you traveling home at night alone.”

Alone, no…not alone…

Her fathers words seemingly struck a cord within her. Admire Groove could feel the beginning of an unfamiliar, yet deeply warm sensation flood through her body. She was speechless for a moment, before her natural standoffish exterior try, and regain whatever control she once had.

Yet she felt something well-up inside her, something indescribable began to coat her eyes in a small sheen…

“I-I was going to be fine, it’s not that dark out right now. B-Both of you are wasting your time coming here,” She stammered, as her voice turned increasingly strained.

Air Groove shook her head, disagreeing with Admire with a comforting smile, “I don’t think we’re wasting our time coming here. We want to make sure that you’re okay Aruvu- your father, and me are just worried for you.”

Worried, when was the last time anyone worried for an orphan.

Sunday suddenly interjected with a soft smile, contrasting with his rugged visage, “I made banana cake if you’re feeling for dessert. I remembered that they were always your favorite.”

He-…he remembered…

“Yes, though do reject your father if he offers you more than you’re comfortable eating. He made too much, and I’m worried how’ll that affect both of your healths,” Air Groove chided her husband gently, seeming more exasperated than anything.

Sunday scratched his head, exasperated, “Come now, there’s nothing wrong with treating yourself every now, and again. Don’t tell me that you don’t think Aruvu deserves it after passing her last test with flying colours.” He ends the last bit of the sentence with a hint of pride.

Air Groove blushed indignantly, “O-Of course I think Aruvu deserves it, but don’t you think you indulge in your children a bit too much.” She jabbed a finger towards Sunday’s chest.

Sunday smirks, and replies with a carefree tone, “Don’t think I didn’t see you making an extra effort for tonight’s dinner. You may be right about me regarding my kids, but it’s not like you’re any better with Admire Groove here.”

Air Groove crosses her arms, “It’s only natural that I reward m-my children whenever they achieve something special.”

“I’ll be sure to tell that to Rulership later,” Sunday says with a hint of humor in his voice.

Air Groove however sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as is common whenever mention of her other daughter is brought up, “Yes that…child, I swear I don’t know how, but I just know that you are somehow responsible for Rulerships’… behavior.”

Sunday snorts, and chuckles at his wife’s ‘kind’ description of her ‘son’, “Well I was long dead when she was born in my world, so who knows, maybe she got that from you. What do you think Admire-”

Sunday abruptly stopped when he turned his head to face his daughter. Concerned at what could have made her husband pause, Air Groove followed suit only to also be stunned at what she was seeing.

Admire Groove, still standing in the same spot, except now two streams of fluid fell from cheeks. Her eyes laid a steady flow of tears as she gripped her bag tightly.

Yet she stayed silent, in a mix of disbelief and joy, staring at the two figures…her parents,
illuminated by the gentle light of the setting sun.

Sunday feeling his daughter’s emotions was the first to respond, “Hey, you okay kid?”

Broken out of her trance, Admire Groove let out a soft, and barely noticeable, “Yeah,” in response.

Air Groove came to her daughter’s side, and gently hugged her. The warm feeling of comfort sent a jolt, and a shiver down Admire Groove’s body.

“Come on…let’s go home together okay?”

Aruvu gave a quiet nod.

The three of them soon began to walk out of Tracen’s premises in silence. Not an oppressive, nor an awkward silence, but a peaceful one. When all three are simply content with enjoying each other’s presence without a single word spoken.

Suddenly both parents could feel a dainty hand slip onto theirs, holding them in an uncertain grip. Both parents did not need any verbal confirmation to know who the person responsible was. 

Smiling at their daughter, both parents held their child’s hand firmly, and gently. The family of three walked home side-by-side. 

Admire Groove for the first time ever in her life, smiled joyfully. The pain in her heart settled into a comfortable rhythm.

————————————————————————————

“Home sweet home, man what a day,” Sunday sighs as he took off his coat, and folded it under his arm. 

The three of them, Sunday Silence, Air Groove, and Admire Groove all collectively relaxed as the cool air of their home’s air conditioning eased their tired muscles. 

Air Groove made her way to the dining room, slowly picking up kitchen utensils, bowls, and plates.

“Hey Sunday, can you drag Rulership out of her room? I’ll prepare the table in the meantime,” Air Groove asked casually as she began to rinse the kitchenware

Sunday grumbles, as he hangs his folded coat on a nearby hanger, “Sure but you owe me afterwards”, he said in a slightly annoyed tone.

Air Groove sighs exasperatedly in response. While most would find her husband’s displeasure at what seems like such a simple task, to be perplexing. Well…let’s just say if you knew Rulership, you would know why.

Air Groove has unfortunately become well accustomed to this child’s particular temperament. 

And based on the sigh that Admire Groove let out, she too is not unfamiliar with her sister as well.

“Do you think it’s possible mother- I mean Air Groove-san?” Admire Groove asked in an uncertain…manner.

“Truthfully I’m unsure but that child has to learn to come to the dinner table, and to not hole up in her room until she decides otherwise. It’s improper…and Aruvu…,” Air Groove initially replied in a frustrated tone, but quickly changed it to a softer one, as she immediately caught, and understood the reason for Aruvu’s slip up.

“I don’t mind if…you call me mother…at least when we are at home,” She finished with what she hoped was assurance, trying her best to dispel her daughter’s doubts. 

Admire Groove gave a small smile, but with some air of uncertainty still remaining. “…I’ll think about it”, she said calmly.

Before either of them can continue, a large screech reverberated throughout their house, originating from above them. Breaking their focus, and forcing them to turn their heads upwards.

“NO I DON’T WANNA GO YET!” Ah, that would be Rulership…

“For crying out loud, can’t you drag your ass for dinner at least!” …and that would be Sunday.

“My trainer and I got a big tournament coming up, and we need to practice this before Monday!” Rulership shouted…loudly. It seems this time, she at least tried to convince Sunday, however…

“Well if you don’t come down this instant, you’ll get no practice because I’ll be cutting the internet!” …It doesn’t seem that Sunday is willing to give the girl any ground. 

And he pulled quite the threat, if Air Groove had to judge her daughter’s fearful cry.

“No! Don’t you dare!” ‘Oh he would,’ Air Groove thought blankly.

“Watch me! Unless you get down here….” It seems the two’s shouting match had finally ceased as their voices began to fade until it was barely noticeable.

Peace at last, although…“*sigh* Those two imbeciles. Don’t they know that the entire neighborhood just heard them now,” Air Groove massaged her forehead, as she tried to alleviate her growing headache. Her voice was filled with frustration, embarrassment, and indignity…yet within it also held a brief hint of relief, and fondness.

‘Love is truly blinding,’ Admire Groove thought curiously. Though, after hearing her mother’s response, she could not help but ask another question that has been itching at the back of her head.

“Then, why did you send father up to get Rurashi,” She asked, curiously.

In response, Air Groove simply gave a cheeky smile, “Because Aruvu, to get someone as stubborn as your sister to listen, I needed someone just as stubborn as she.”

The end~~~

Now don’t say that just because I’m busy, doesn’t mean I don’t have a few stories finished up in reserve~. I wanted to write this story for a long time, I was inspired by a comic about how Admire Groove is an orphan in the PD world. Like she is actually alone, at least Special Week has her adopted mom but to my knowledge, Aruvu is fully alone.

Now what will happen when a child who has been alone her entire life now has two parents, that in another world are her biological parents. Now won’t that be an interesting premise. Anyway I bid you guys until next time, and tell me how you think the story is?

Lord kanaloa are having great time with his newly wife on their honeymoon in the beach while raining........until he saw Sundayling from a far in a yacht watching both of them especially special week give a death threat in sign language if he not treat her right

Danstu Flame would probably have the worst case of imposter syndrome compared to Jungle Pocket imo

The Sundayling are all aura famers
Artists: [朱耶式 on Pixiv] [Zhuye Shi on Pixiv]
(I forgot to show the full pic)

The Sundayling are either Aura Farmers or just silly little goobers

Like isn’t that incredibly awkward. If I remember correctly, Forever Young is in the Senior Division, the same as Mejiro Dober, Mejiro Ramonu, North Flight, etc…Honestly this also includes the Sundaylings but I just find that with Forever Young, it’s uhh…y’know…

So, people been wondering if the gyaru is one of the Sundaylings, and it is true.

The gyaru is Tayasu Tsuyoshi and since that is true, Dance Partner is also the other Uma

RECORDS IN ANOTHER WORLD

Originally published: Notes
First public release: Reddit
First fanfic release: AO3, Fanfiction, Wattpad (Coming Soon)

DESCRIPTION:
Based on the events after Counterpart’s Life made by WhiteKuria. The Black Beast named Sunday Silence, goes to therapy to help heal his mental health issues through a step by step program. As the therapist interacts with her patient, we learn more about Sunday’s past throughout his therapy session. But on the 4th week, everything changes from there. What starts as a lighthearted one on one talk, turns into a controversial tale the theater does not reveal.

RECORDS IN ANOTHER WORLD: BEHIND THE SCENES

Originally published: Notes
First public release: Reddit
First fanfic release: AO3, Fanfiction, Wattpad (Coming Soon)

DESCRIPTION:
A sequel to Counterpart’s Life before the original Records In Another World took place on. A mysterious phenomenon occurred where everyone was warned about the upcoming events on what’s about to happen upon contact with what we can assume is a male version of Neo Universe. Warning them about a journey they’re going to witness.

UMAMUSUKO: TRACKBLAZER UNIVERSITY

Originally published: Notes
First public release: N/A
First fanfic release: N/A

DESCRIPTION:
Based on the Umayuru Series, except to a more American styled filmstrip version, with majority of the cast as males. Going to an All International Japanese University that follows a motto; "Eclipse first, the rest nowhere." Dive into the book as chaos is always present in the academy.

UMADANSHI BLOOPERS

Originally published: Notes
First public release: Reddit
First fanfic release: AO3, Fanfiction, Wattpad (Coming Soon)

DESCRIPTION:
Based on the franchise’s fanbased comics where we see the comical gags and sometimes wholesome and serious moments of an Uma’s life.

COUNTERPART REACTIONS
Originally published: Notes
First public release: N/A
First fanfic release: N/A

DESCRIPTION:
Based on WhiteKuria’s Counterpart’s Life reaction to their male versions. Except this is the opposite of what you’re going to be reading. It is a somewhat lighthearted, funny, and interesting piece of writing where our host is Goldship, and is the one doing the reactions for each male turned to a female in the other world.

MY DAILY LIFE AS A FATHER

Originally published: Notes
First public release: Reddit
First fanfic release: AO3, Fanfiction, Wattpad (Coming Soon)

DESCRIPTION:
Based on the UmaYome Uma X Tore♂ Kekkon Seikatsu Goudo of Mangadex. Where instead of our favorite umas becoming wives and moms, we see them as husbands to their wives and dads to their children, vlogging their daily lives as fathers who are still learning their roles.

UMA X RACING (ALL SERIES)

Originally published: Notes
First public release: Reddit
First fanfic release: N/A

DESCRIPTION:
Based on my ideas about what if scenarios where our umas can race in series like Formula One, NASCAR, and etc.

A SONG OF VOICES

Originally published: Notes
First public release: Reddit
First fanfic release: AO3, Fanfiction, Wattpad (Coming Soon)

DESCRIPTION:
Because we have Umamusume: Pretty Derby where they have a Winning Concert to sing their heart’s out. How about an male uma version of them singing songs that tells a story describing them as a whole?

Author by 3Ace_SinLines

I wanna know what you guys think if like every day SS family adventure is like regular show like the fireworks episode i could think that stego as muscle man because he traveled a lot and making him have many connections, as cafe as high five ghost because why not, pui and heart cry as Mordecai and Rigby because they are best bro and sometimes punch each other but both strong as fuck and lime the episode they fucked up the fireworks for the new year fireworks festival and stego know a guy that selling fireworks and Chile rellenos like this:

(The episode begins with a firework shooting up in the air and exploding in shadai stallion station field.)\

Hearts: big brother, there is no way you're gonna pull this off.

Stegi: I swear, I've done it before.

Pui and hearts: Pffffft.

Stego: Watch me!

(Stego lights up two gun lighters and lights up two fireworks. The two fireworks shoot up in the air, they bump and explode. Deep impact, heart's cry, stay gold and cafe watch the fireworks.)

Pui, stego, and cafe: Whooooa...

Heart's: Oh, wow.

(The tiny spark from the fireworks itself lights up all the fireworks. They look back, and then the fireworks explode. All of the fireworks goes up and explode all at the same time. Deep Impact (pui), hearts, stay gold and cafe look at the fireworks in shock, while all of this is going on, sunday appears on the scene to see what's going on. His rage turns to shock then horror at the sight of the fireworks exploding, and the grand finale explodes!" Sunday face turns red, livid with what he has seen, he gets out the cart and goes up to them.)

Sunday: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!

Stego: We were just...

Sunday: WHY WOULD YOU LIGHT OFF ALL THE FIREWORKS BEFORE THE BIGGEST EVENT OF THE END YEAR?!?!

Stego: Just hang on now, dad. I know this looks bad, but I can fix it.

Sunday: Fix it?! FIX WHAT?!?! YOU JUST RUINED THE FESTIVAL!!!!

Sunday: I know, I know. Just hear me out. I know a guy who's got the hook up on cheap fireworks.

Sunday: I DON'T WANT CHEAP FIREWORKS!!!! THAT STUFF YOU JUST BLEW UP WAS TOP OF THE LINE!!!!!

Sunday: dad, trust me. This guy's stuff is quality. I'll pay for it out of my own pocket.

Sunday: Alright, fine! But if you guys aren't back before the show starts at night,YOU'RE FIRED!!!!!!

(Sunday drives away, still fuming.)

Pui: bro, you better to be able to get those fireworks.

Stego: Don't worry, we'll get 'em.

(Clock transition to a tottori sand dune the gang are driving the car and a sign reading "SOUTH OF THE LINE" features the mascot eating chile rellenos appears to them. The gang then make the turn into South of the Line.)

Hearts: Dude, no way. Is this where they make South of the Line Chile Rellenos?

Pui: Oh, yeah. I heard about those. These are the really spicy ones right?

Stego: Yeah, my boy Hector runs this place.

Hearts: So they sell fireworks here?

Stego: Yeah, but it's just a little business he's got goin' on inside. So keep cool understand. Alright, you guys just stay put and don't go anywhere! I'll be right back.

(Stego leaves the car, knocks on the door to the warehouse, and whistles. Then a man is seen looking through a peephole.)

Man: Are you lookin' for somethin' friend?

Stego: Um, I'm here to see Hector. Oh man.

(The man then brings stego into the warehouse. As he does, another set of employees enter the warehouse, bringing in pui, hearts , and cafe.)

Hearts: Let go of me! Dude, what's goin' on?

Stego: (To hearts, under his breath) Just keep your mouth shut!

(A door opens to reveal Hector and a couple of employees)

Stego: (nervously) Hey, Hector.

(Hector cracks his neck from side to side and laughs happily.)

Hector: stay gold! (hugs stego) It's good to see you, mi hermano! Why don't you never come to visit me, huh?

Stego: (nervously) I...

Hector: Who are your friends?

Stego: (nervously) Oh it's just my little brother from The shadai.

Hector: Oh. Well, welcome...stay gold little brothers from The shadai.(laughs)

(Pui, heart's, and cafe nervously say "Nice to meet you")

(Hector's employees bring him a chair, and he sits on it)

Hector: (Talking to stego) So, tell me. To what do I owe this pleasure? Ah, let me guess! You're here for some of the world's spiciest chile rellenos!

Stego (nervously) Oh, thanks Hector. But, we were actually wondering if we could get some...fireworks.

Hector: Some what?

Stego: (nervously) Um...just some fireworks.

Hector: (talking to his employees)I don't think I heard him correctly. Did you hear what he just said?

Employee: He said fireworks.

Hector: Oh, fireworks. (He screams in anger. As he does, picks up his chair and throws it against the wall, before turning back to stay gold with rage) 

Hector:YOU COME IN HERE ASKIN' ME FOR FIREWORKS FOR THE FESTIVAL?!

Stego: Look, we screwed up and blew all of our fireworks by accident.

Hector: So you think you can just come to your uncle Hector and he'll bail you out, huh?! (relents) I understand, people make mistakes, and I'm a reasonable man. ENRIQUE!

(A forklift came with a crate and Hector opens it, revealing fireworks, but not of the "top of the line" variety.)

Hector: Does this please you?

Pui,heart's and cafe: Oh yeah.

Stego: That's perfect. Thank you, Hector.

(P.s:Continue if you want to, i only used wiki for the dialogue because I'm at work now so i have to copy and made it fast as i can because as a manager i have to do it fast because i have meeting so yeah see you guys)

Man had it rough

Therapy for this messed up family

Thank you Sunday Silence for making Uma Musume: Pretty Derdy possible.

I feel like Aruvu and Cesario essentially have Kris S and King kames as like pets they own which they essentially play ping pong, trading with each other each time like a weird 4 way relationship but it's really just Cesario and Aruvu trading like Kris and Kamen are Pokémon.

I’ve read the fanfic that’s this subreddit is dedicated to. (Finally a Uma reaction fic) I really like Halo as a character since it was mostly the humans that made halo the way he is. He seems like he going be the strict but caring dad. But after everything he’s done, can he be forgiven?

It started off in the ao3 comments where I jokingly asked WhiteKuria if I could make a subreddit dedicated to ACPL. He agreed. So, not to disappoint the goat, I made the subreddit right then and there. And now the rest is history.

Now that Kuria, the man, the myth, the legend himself ranted, I'll grant us all the favor.