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Having devoted her life to research on the speed of horse girls, Agnes was elated to be able to attend an academy specializing in helping these girls race. On the other hand, the others were less than pleased to be subjected to her experiments, the outcomes of them, and her presumptuous questions. This morning, she approached Lottie, her arms akimbo and lips turned in her signature grin. “Lottie,” she began, “I notice you haven’t brought your bottle with you today. I just so happen to have a drink, which is made specifically to hydrate and boost your focus. Would you like to try it?” Lottie quickly shook her head, knowing from experience the strange side effects Agnes’s drinks tended to have, and hurried out of the classroom. A thoughtful frown went across Agnes’s face, and she mused on how she would be able to both have one of her classmates drink it, and observe its effects for her research. She would also need to make sure none of the student council notices it, or she may find herself in a plight…
Notes:
MY TEACHER LIKED IT AND SAID SHE HOPES AGNES FINDS A WAY TO CONTINUE HER RESEARCH. Will she??? see in CHAPTER TWO‼️‼️
Chapter 2: Tachyon and Matikanefukukitaru
Notes:
the formatting just WPULD NOT work with me
and I'm tired
so tiredmatikane is dorothea ....
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A heavy body and blurry mind were the first things I came to notice this morning. I shifted, loosening my jaw that was biting into my cheek, stretching my arms and legs with the vague feeling of prior panic. As I grew more conscious, I became more aware of the fact that I did not, in any way, sleep well. The trickles of the early morning sun felt oppressive; Exhaustion seemed to come over me further with the thought that I might need to get up soon, put on my uniform, and go to the academy.
Recollections of the nightmare came slowly, in the form of scenes and of pictures. A television screen, a hospice, then a shock that started to overtake me, slowly but surely, as I saw the name of the school, the description of the incident, then a photo of the victim. I didn’t remember the story exactly; only that it was Lottie, that she’d been injured running, and that she was moribund. Once I’d come to that realization, I’d woken up. And once I realized why I had woken up fearful, I was putting on my uniform without thinking, nearly rushing to my lab within the academy.
“Lottie!” Approaching the noirette from the crowds leaving their classes was a challenge, but I had succeeded in getting her attention, as I could tell by the way her ears slightly lowered, and the way her tail began to sway, perhaps betraying anxiety. I made my way alongside her, our steps going down a less crowded hall, as I began, assuredly and with a bag in hand.
“I can tell you’re exhausted—And given, that’s understandable, especially considering the races you plan to participate in! You’re hard at work, am I correct?” “Agnes…” Lottie mumbled, exhaustion apparent in her voice. As I had guessed, she must’ve been preparing to race very soon.
“Now, Lottie,” I cut in, “Don’t worry at all! As your friend, I’ve gotten you a supplement drink— From the store, I assure you.” I took the bottle out of the bag I was holding and offered it to her.
A sigh left her lips, leaving a brief silence between us for a moment. “I… Agnes, I am not interested in participating in your experiments.” A pause, then she continued, just a bit more firmly, “And where were you all morning, anyway? Let me guess, in your lab…”
She was right, I was in my lab. However, I wasn’t expecting her to realize so quickly, especially considering her constant working as of late. I excused myself quickly,
as I came to realize that her reticent and skeptical attitude would be an obstacle in the way of completing this task in my research.
As I vacillated on the ways I might get Lottie to accept the beverage I’d made for her, I noticed the capricious Dorothea in an empty classroom, her ginger tail fluttering and arms motioning in the way she typically would when doing her frequent fortune-telling. Once I noticed she’d finished, I made my way in, greeting her.
“Good afternoon, Dorothea! May I ask you a few questions on your avocation, briefly?”
“Shh!” She hurriedly whispered. “The spirit is still in the room with us, Agnes! We have to speak quietly, so we don’t scare it away…”
Brilliant, really! If there were an outside factor at play, which might give me insight into my dream or how reality may be intertwined, Dorothea clearly was the one to ask. Her flurried mannerisms, fixation with all things supernatural, her enthusiasm! Hardly containing my excitement, I began again, “Dorothea, I—”
“Shhh, Agnes!”
“Apologies,” I quickly lowered my voice, then continued, “Let’s say I had a dream last night…” She nodded, attentive.
“Yes, yes! What was it about, Agnes? Tell me everything you saw.”
“Well, I remember a television screen, reporting on an accident…” I began to recall the dream again.
“A shock, yes, a fear that hadn’t left me far into waking up…” I went on, not noticing the way she tensed and her starry eyes widened, as if I were the one telling her fortune.
“One of the girls in the academy was near-death also, a close friend of mine, as a result of the accident while racing.” I finished. “What do you make of it, Dorothea?” Asking her not only would provide clarity on the situation, but would be a very interesting demonstration of the physical and emotional reactions of one superstitious hearing the perceived fortunes—or, one could say, misfortunes—of others they may be involved with. In another situation, I might’ve felt enough triumph at the results of this experiment in particular that I might’ve forgotten about Lottie.
“Who was it, Agnes?”
“Hm? Oh, it was Lottie. What do you think—” I was quickly interrupted. “An epistle from higher powers! A sure sign of disparities ahead, Agnes! We need—” She spoke so quickly that she needed to regain her breath, yet she still spoke in
a hushed manner, “We need to tell her right now!!!” Before I could interject, she ran out of the classroom, and I dashed after her, my throat suddenly feeling dry. It appeared Dorothea believed my dream to be a clear impetus to future misfortune on Lottie, and that was something I, frankly, didn’t want her to know, for reasons even I couldn’t entirely articulate. All I knew was that any chance of a misconception on their part would, most definitely, be trouble. Still, Dorothea remained just ahead of me, even when running through the hallways of the academy, and made it quickly to the library.
“Lottie, Lottie!” Her shrill, fearful voice brought the chatty library into silence. “No, don’t listen to her..!” I panted, still catching my breath.
“Agnes had a dream last night, you were in it—”
“No, you weren’t! Well, yes you were, but—”
“You died, Lottie! You’re in danger—”
“She didn’t die! She just…almost died—”
“The spirits are signaling misfortune ahead! You need to—”
“Why, I don’t think I even dreamt last night! Lottie, I—”
A growing giggle, then into uncontrollable laughter, came from the usually quiet girl’s lips.
“Oh, Agnes, Dorothea—Ahahahaha!” Cut off by her own breathless laughter, she laughed for a while, while Dorothea and I stilled, catching our own breaths from running so far and talking so much. Once she could speak, she began again, clearly amused.
“Why, Agnes, was that really it…? Oh, and you’ve gotten poor Dorothea worried, too… I’ll drink your supplement, then. It’s just a supplement, isn’t it? Oh, hahaha…” I handed it to her, almost in wonder, not expecting her to readily take it, or be that loud in a library, for that matter. She quickly gulped it down, handing the bottle back to me, much to Dorothea’s relief, and I put it back into my bag.
“And don’t worry, I’ll be extra careful.” She smiled at Dorothea, reassuring her. “I’ll get extra rest.” It was then that she looked at me, and I, admittedly, was still frozen. “That’s really… Thoughtful… Of you, Agnes…” There was a warmth in her voice, and I felt my cheeks growing a bit warm, too. That was, until the drink started to take its effect. My arms akimbo, I smirked, paying close attention to Lottie, now… And she started to notice, her usual suspicious expression, the way her ears lowered, the way her tail swished—
“Agnes… Those were supplements, right? Oh!” Slowly but surely, her skin started to have a faint orange glow, and the smell of carrots started to radiate from her, much to
the interest of the other girls in the library. Horse girls love carrots. Everyone here is a horse girl. Horse girl academy.
“Ha-ha-ha!” I broke into boisterous laughter. “Wasn’t smooth sailing at first, but it appears this experiment was full in its efficacy! It’s even had a side effect of increasing your volume, unexpected but welcome! Lottie, how do you feel!?”
“That’s not a side effect, Agnes! I’m…I’m…!” She seemed to be out of words, maybe even another unforeseen side effect. Lottie rose out of her chair, eyes glaring into me. I began to make towards the exit, with the hopes I might see the effects of the supplement on her speed and stamina. As she chases me out the door, I can’t help thinking: A large success for my research! And soon, Lottie will come to realize that the benefits of it far outweigh the negatives! I mean, can’t every girl appreciate glowing skin?
OrangeWSunglasses on Chapter 2 Sat 11 Oct 2025 01:40AM UTC
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