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[First Omake is dedicated to the lovely Yuki-Kitsune :D]
Amaya Katsuragi sat silently in the library, hoping for more than anything that she was merely imagining things.
Impossible things that honestly made no sense.
Flicking her hair back over her shoulder, she frowned down at the book How To Tell If You're Going Completely Bonkers, Written by John. T. Fruit-Loop.
Apparently it was supposed to be some parody book with a lot of uncomfortable and highly plausible "What If" moments in it, but for the most part, Amaya was damn certain the Author was already insane by the time he'd written the book.
Who the hell goes by the Pseudonym of John. T. Fruit-Loop for a book on Insanity like that!?
And she was beginning to feel like she was completely insane for even picking this book to try and diagnose her current situation with.
Amaya's life was certainly nothing that could be considered peaceful by any means, however right now her life was becoming even more madenning.
Not only was her teacher a Giant Octopus that probably wasn't very good for using in Takoyaki despite his Octopus-like nature, but he'd destroyed two thirds of the moon, and came to boast about it too. Her P.E. Teacher was a man from the Japanese Ministry of Defense, and her supplementary English Teacher was a honey-pot Assassin who was more interested in snogging the P.E. Teacher than actually doing either of her jobs.
Amaya was at her wits end, and her best friend really wasn't helping her.
He was laughing at her all the time, claiming that her luck was so bad she probably had some invisible creature of misfortune using her for target practice.
She was beginning to believe his sarcasm, too.
There have been many moments since she'd trapped those water fountains with Karma that fateful day during Second Year that Amaya felt like she was being watched.
And not in the secret admirer kind of way - She was inwardly wishing that if she did have a secret admirer, it was a redhead tormenting her for her luck.
No, the feeling of being watched was so strong, she was certain that there was someone constantly staring at her, or many people, spectating over her misfortune in life.
Like sneezing while half asleep at her desk, where she'd end up with a black eye from punching herself, and crumpled on the floor.
These many moments were also speckled with many other things, too.
The sounds of bare feet slapping on the floor, faint sounds of shuffling, and even the tiniest sounds of some bizarre kind of animalistic squawking every now and then.
And yet every time Amaya whirled around when the sounds were right behind her, there was nothing there at all.
At first she thought she was just imagining things, what with all the stress going on, or even that Koro-sensei was stalking her (God forbid the possibility that he noticed she had feelings for Karma).
But Koro-sensei at least had a voice that she'd recognise within an instant.
That animalistic squawking, while a sound that Koro-sensei might be able to make, certainly did not match a giant octopus at all.
All of a sudden, there was a shuffling sound, startling Amaya out of her intense observations of the stupid book on insanity with a squeak of fright.
Onlookers from around the library lifted their gazes from their own books to fix Amaya with reproachful glares.
She shifted uncomfortably under their glares, however she placed her gaze back upon the book in her lap.
It was in that moment however that something about her desk had changed.
There was an open store-bought Obento sitting on the desk, half eaten despite the fact that Amaya had never even opened it, or even brought it out of her bag.
She stared, thoroughly perturbed as bit by bit, the contents of the Obento began to lift from the plastic box, and disappear into thin air after reaching about 16 inches into the air.
It was almost like something was right there, eating it, and yet Amaya certainly couldn't see anything.
However she could hear the most bizarre eating sounds, sounding like something from one of those anime that Yuta watched all the time.
Amaya was certain that she really was going insane.
Desperately, she pinched her arm as hard as she could, the pain bringing tears to her eyes and confirming that she wasn't in the middle of a dream.
However as the Tempura Prawn was lifted from her Obento, Amaya lunged forward and grabbed it.
'No don't you dare take that one!' Amaya snapped, feeling more than certain there really was something there when a tugging met against her hold of her lone prawn. 'I went out of my way to buy that just for the prawn! You can't have it!'
No, she was convinced that there really was something there.
A faint, bird like murmuring echoed in response to Amaya's words, and then all of a sudden the tugging against the prawn vanished.
Instead, the seasoned seaweed was the next to vanish from her obento.
Perturbed, however filled with burning curiosity, Amaya poked just an inch above the point where the food kept on vanishing.
And immediately she found herself startled at the fact that she'd ended up poking smooth, almost water-like feathers.
'Feathers?!' Amaya gasped out in surprise, her wide eyes staring at the apparently empty space on the desk.
However in the moment she'd blinked, it was no longer an empty space.
A little penguin sat on the desk, a bright blue with a heart-shaped white space over it's face, and bright yellow little feet. Its standing height appeared to be around 40cm, though Amaya couldn't be sure.
It had grains of rice stuck around it's little beak, and before Amaya even realized what was going on, the entire obento had been finished.
Appearing thoroughly pleased, the little penguin lifted a little rainbow-coloured book from the desk, as well as a pen.
As Amaya stared in bewilderment at the sight, she noticed that the book had a title written on the front of the book.
Loki-Roki's Journal
What the actual fuck?!
'Kukuku~!' The Penguin Amaya presumed to be called Loki-Roki began to furiously scribble down in it's book.
It was in that moment that Amaya realized one thing.
Either she had finally lost her marbles, or an Invisible Penguin had been stalking her constantly for the past month.