The young staff of the Foundation are making deductions from the current situation.
The city girl and the town girl lie on the sofa. They snuggle up to each other and fiddle with the clutter on the table.
Blonney: Look, they are trying to solve the problem, yet we can do nothing but fiddle around.
Blonney: Maybe I should have worked harder in college, so that I can at least understand a thing or two from the conversations.
Anne: Don't worry, Jennifer! I don't understand any of what they said either!
Anne: You are not alone. I'm here with you.
Blonney: I'm not like you. You literally don't know anything. I remember when we first met, you asked of everything I had on me.
Blonney: You grew up here, in a small town in the middle of nowhere. It is only normal that you don't know anything about the outside world.
Blonney: But I'm different. I've been to big cities, I've gone to college, I've read books, I pretended to be well-adapted to this lifestyle. But in fact, I'm still ignorant, knowing nothing but empty pleasures.
Blonney: My hair color gives away who I am. I'm a silly blondie.
Anne: Don't speak of yourself like this, Jennifer.
Anne sits up, frowning with anxiety. She raises her voice.
Anne: You're not silly. You are smart! You make your own movie with a script you wrote by yourself!
Anne: You're pretty and kind, and you're the best person I've ever known. Please don't hate yourself.
Blonney: Fine, I get it, but can you let go of my hand first? You're hurting me a bit.
Anne: Oh! Sorry! Are you going to be okay? Shall I get you some ointment for these red areas on your hand?
Blonney: Haha! You're funny. I'm not some glass doll that breaks for being held too tightly.
Blonney: Heh heh. Oh, I can barely breathe. You are great fun!
Anne: You're smiling. Did I make you happy? This is good.
Blonney: Heh heh. Don't you find me weird?
Blonney: My attitude changes so rapidly. I've been mean to you for a long time. And all of a sudden, I started to follow you around and try to use you to survive from this.
Anne: Weird? What's so bad about that?
Anne: Even if you're weird, it's a good kind of weird. I like you ... staying by my side.
Blonney: Even if I'm a benefit-driven fence-sitter who immediately embraced arcanists after being ditched by my human friends?
Anne: Jason and Michael shouldn't hate you, if they knew you better.
Blonney: Hah ...
The laughter makes her tired. She lets her body fall on the sofa, her head leaning on the shoulder of that small-town girl.
Blonney: You seem to really like me.
Anne: ...!
Blonney: You would jump off the car to rescue me, you protect me, praise me. You would even be happy because I was happy.
Anne: Because I've never seen anyone as pretty as you are.
Anne: You're special. You're different to the rest of us.
Blonney: Oh, stop. I will not be embarrassed for these nice things you said about me. I've heard enough of them throughout my entire life.
Blonney: Listen. I'm very sorry for mistreating you, and I'm grateful that you came to save me.
Blonney: I will reward you with a secret, my secret. Do you wanna hear it?
Anne: Absolutely!
Anne's green eyes are filled with sincerity, shining like a puppy's.
Anne: I'd love to!
Blonney: In fact, I don't hate horror movies.
Tooth Fairy: This is the diary I found in the attic. There were many other things, like a full warehouse.
Blonney: I actually liked them a lot when I was a kid. I spent most of my time here, in Green Lake Campsite, writing my own horror movie scripts on paper.
Tooth Fairy: The handwriting is pretty childish, so the writer might be around 8 to 13 years old. Some of the narratives are straightforward, but the story itself is very creative.
Blonney: But later, we moved to another town.
Blonney: Huh, hah! My parents earned great success in business, and we moved into a high-profile community where only humans are allowed. We were also given privileges that arcanists cannot enjoy.
Blonney: It was then I realized—nobody wants me to be an arcanist.
Tooth Fairy: It was since that day, the diary stopped updating.
Tooth Fairy: It might be forgotten or taken away. The story ended there.
Blonney: That's why I decided to break off my connections with arcanists and stop showing interests in emotive things like horror movies in order to hide the arcanist side of me.
Blonney: Huh! I took out my energy on other things which may ease my mind, like soap operas, new clothes, fashions ...
Blonney: People like me this way. They said this is what I'm supposed to do.
Blonney: They believe that I'm a dumb bimbo, believe that I hate books. I led a life they want me to have, till I graduated from high school.
Anne: I don't like these people.
Anne: You shouldn't have been put through this. You are the smartest person I've ever known.
Anne reaches out a hand and clenches a fist.
Anne: If one day I run into them, I will pull their noses and mouths off, like this!
Blonney: A wonderful idea. I wish I was as creative as you are.
Blonney: So, in the end, I attacked one of the jerks who didn't watch his mouth at the prom.
Blonney: I slapped him in the face and smashed four sandwiches and a salad on his head.
Blonney: Then, feeling resentful for what had happened, I applied for a degree in filmmaking, a course which was considered to be "ill-fitted" to me. And next, I started shooting horror movies for an assignment "I have to finish."
Blonney: Huh! Deep down inside, I think I have never really given them up. I've probably never stopped loving them.
Horropedia: Keep on shooting. I will buy you a new camera.
Blonney: Hello! Have you been eavesdropping? Where is your manners?
Vertin: Actually, I heard them all as well.
Tooth Fairy: So did I.
Horropedia: We are in the same room. You can talk, we can hear, and the air helps. That's it.
Tooth Fairy: Well, we are all here, paying attention to your voices. We heard everything you just said.
Tooth Fairy walks up, gently putting a pink diary on Blonney's knees.
Tooth Fairy: I think this is yours. Now I should hand it back to you.
Blonney: Where did you find it? I haven't seen this for a really long time.
A reunion after a long separation. Blonney opens the diary carefully.
Blonney: I used to do some arcanist tricks with it, but I have lost control over my power since I threw it into the la- … lak- ... Aaah-choo!
Blonney suddenly gives a shiver, perhaps because she is touched by the diary, or perhaps because of something else.
She raises her head and looks around.
Blonney: Aren't you guys cold? How come it's so chilly?
A gust of cold wind, along with a bit of rain, swirls into the cabin. Outside the opened door, a wedding ring lies in a puddle, reflecting light ominously.
Blonney: That ring? Wasn't it on my finger a minute ago?
Vertin: Watch out! Something is approaching.
COMBAT
Blonney: How many more dead men were buried here? I've had enough!
Blonney: Can't we just get rid of that dead woman?
Ghost Bride: Boohoo …
Blonney: She's approaching! This is a good chance ...
Ghost Bride: Aaahhh!
Blonney: Ugh! She smells like a skunk in the sewer!
Sonetto: Blonney! The ghost bride took her down. We need to help her!
Critter Crowd: Squeak …
Sonetto: Not good. The critters are coming around again!
The ghost bride murmurs something and crawls over Blonney, who has fallen to the ground.
Ghost Bride: I do ... do ... I do ... ah ...
Horropedia: Hey! Blondie! If you wanna survive, leave that ring alone!
Blonney: Hell, you think I wanted this?! This crazy woman ghost put it on me!
Blonney: Get off! Get lost!
The ghost bride's oozy body is kicked back several feet.
Ghost Bride: Uuuhh ...!
Blonney quickly struggles to her feet and runs toward the back of the cabin.
Ghost Bride: Hmm, boohoo … uuhh ...
Horropedia: Damn! Her whimper can summon more critters. They are going out from the ground!
Tooth Fairy: Shh.
Shaking her head, Tooth Fairy walks to the center of the monsters.
She is surrounded by sparkling powder.
Tooth Fairy: What they need is a song.
Sonetto: This is Ms. Tooth Fairy's singing!
Sonetto: Ms. Tooth Fairy, behind you!
Horropedia: Jeez! What on earth is that!
Blonney: Ahahaha! What is it, do you think?
Blonney: Of course, a good surpriiiiiiiiise!
Blonney: Ha! I didn't know I was a talented driver!
Blonney: Once we get out of here, I'm gonna get myself a driver's license!
Horropedia: Within 30 seconds, you crashed over every critter in our sight. I don't think you are qualified to be a driver.
Horropedia: No, no. That's not the point. Where did you get the car?
Tooth Fairy: Pink lines. This is drawn with an oil paint pen. This is her arcane skill.
Tooth Fairy: Your arcane skill restored pretty fast. Seems like you've accepted your identity.
Blonney: Maybe that, or maybe because I retrieved this diary. I feel something has changed inside me, making me a bit hyped.
Tooth Fairy: A good try. Please keep up with the feeling.
Blonney: That song you just sang—can I take it as a gift?
Tooth Fairy: You mean ...?
Blonney: Well, you still owe me a song. Please, I wanna a song from you.
Tooth Fairy: Sure, take it as a gift.
Tooth Fairy: For making progress in life and for your courage to embrace who you truly are.
Blonney: Thanks.
Blonney: This is my handkerchief. Take it. Wipe your face. Ah!
The Hummer woven with pink graffiti horns and melts in the rain. Blonney stumbles backward.
It's a misjudgment of her own arcane ability—a mistake commonly made by rookie arcanists.
Horropedia: Did you just get a bit woozy from putting up a big scene to the rescue?
Blonney: I didn't.
Horropedia: Okay … uh-huh … yeah … uh-hum ...
Blonney: What are you doing?
Horropedia: I know the rules of social courtesy. You just saved my life, so I won't embarrass you by telling others you just overestimated your ability.
Horropedia shakes his hand, a grin spreading across his face.
Horropedia: If you are willing to take advice from me, I would say don't overburden yourself.