Story: RWSM

 

There were other great evils that the Sailor Scouts would have to face after the Dark Kingdom. The Black Moon Clan, the Death Busters, the Dead Moon Circus, and Sailor Galaxia and her Shadow Galactica. An ever escalating threat, up until we reach the source of all evil in the universe- Chaos itself! An enemy that cannot truly be defeated, without completely removing free will from the universe, and there's something that we call one who would remove free will from the universe.

The bad guy.

Even so, after a fashion, did Sailor Moon and her friends really have free will in the first place? They are, after all, part of a work of fiction with a clear set beginning, middle, and an ending. There is no chance that they could deviate from the path set out for them. There was no opportunity for them to strike out on their own...

Unless they took a trip into the real world. Brought something back to theirs. Changed their own story for their own amusement, just to see what would happen next.

Case in point. At one particular con, there was a group of girls and a boy whose cosplay was fucking impeccable. They marched in together like they owned the place, and by god, they might as well. Visitors were so floored that they would stop them, ask for a picture, and then they would do a few poses from the series.

Queen Beryl, looming over a defiant Sailor Moon, while her friends lay on the floor behind her, defeated and broken.

Or perhaps Tuxedo Mask would sweep Sailor Moon up into a glorious waltz.

Or perhaps they could recreate the time that Sailor Mercury confessed her feelings to Sailor Moon. Or maybe Jupiter, or Mars, or Venus, or the time they all decided to get together in a big polygamous ball of - whatever.

"They're certainly lively this year," Sailor Mercury whispered. "Do you think we should maybe increase the price?"

"Getting greedy?" Sailor Venus teased. "Hrm? Want a little more real money in the bank, huh?"

"N-No, I was thinking it might put them off!" Mercury hissed. Then she looked around. "On the other hand..."

"We're the actual spitting image of a globally iconic team plus their most well known enemy," Mars observed. Then she stopped to strike the pose from the end of her transformation, while several boys with cameras struggled to get into the best position to take a shot. "I'd be more worried if they weren't throwing themselves at our feet."

"Alright girls," Sailor Moon clapped her hands. "We're here to have some fun as well, okay? Let's find some volumes and have some fun."

They all nodded in agreement, and set out to seek out what their current story was. The agreement between them was simple enough: Only come out when together. Never do it otherwise.

Soon enough, they found what they were looking for - or more exactly, who. Kotori, who had dyed her hair pink and who was, for reasons that the team didn't currently understand, wearing a really slinky black dress with a slit up the side that showed off her thigh.

"Yo, Mistress Beryl!" Kotori waved. "And my liege~" she bowed to Usagi.

"Oh, stop that," Sailor Moon giggled. "Or at least gimme a kiss if you're going to be like that~"

Kotori lifted her head, and leaned in for that very kiss. This left many fans feeling rather confused about what they should be feeling right now, but this went broadly unnoticed by the group. Not so much Kotori though. She got it. She understood. But she wasn't turning down a chance to swap spit with Usagi 'extremely breedable' Tsukino.

"So, I've brought the whole series with me!" Kotori said. She slipped a backpack off her back and handed it over. "Don't take them with you, now. You'll need to read them here. Do you think you have the time?"

"I don't need time," Sailor Moon giggled, then reached back to pat Mercury on the shoulder. "I have the Queen of Speedreading right here."

"Heh," Jupiter snorted a laugh. "I can't wait to find out about what sorta enemies we got to fight next."

"Should we not experiment a little with real world items?" Beryl asked. "It is a fine opportunity to see what will happen if we bring in..."

She reached out and grabbed something at random.

"Neon Genesis Evangelion... Cowboy Bebop... Fullmetal Alchemist... Excel Saga..." Beryl read them off one at a time. "We could always see what happens if we mix them in as well."

"Maybe some other time," Moon said, which caused Beryl to pout and put them back. Probably for the best. "We don't know anything about those series. They do look fun, but even so..."

"Finished!" Mercury quipped. "Good gracious. Um, wow. That was a lot of offscreen lesbian sex. A lot more than I counted on there being."

Venus tilted her head. "Didn't you say that you figured each conflict would be resolved in the sack?"

Mercury blushed and fidgeted. It's worth remembering that context is God, especially in fiction, and the words 'a lot more' were a comparative term. A billion is a lot more than a million, for example. 

"Ohhhhhh~" Venus, uh, oh'd? Yeah, she was realising just how much yuri was in those books, and her trembling hand was reaching out for 'em with full on determination. "I'll be right back, just gonna... get some more folk to take my picture for money then use that money to rent a hotel room and if anyone wants to join me they are <b>more</B> than welcome."

They watched her skip off with comics in hand. Then everyone turned towards Mars.

"What?" she asked the others.

"Go on, it's fine," Jupiter said, patting her on the shoulder. "If you don't, I'm dragging Mercury after her, so... Get to it."

Mars pouted, crossed her arms - but then slipped off anyway, because that's just how she rolls.

Tuxedo Mask tipped his hat and shook his head. "Honestly now, I don't know whether I'm the luckiest man alive, or if I should be watching my back. If you girls aren't careful with what you bring back with you, how might we change next?"

Sailor Moon responded the only way she could, with a peck on the cheek. "That's half the fun, isn't it?" she asked. "I mean, we can absolutely change our own story any time we want. It's easy, you know? We just pop in with a new thing, while the rest of us stay out here to keep an eye on things - We're the freest fictional characters around!"

"Yes, actually," Mercury said. "I've been thinking about that. What if it turns out this is also another layer of fiction? A simulation within a simulation? That's quite a common story trope in itself. By this measure, our supposed freedom is naught but an illusion, and -"

"Pft!" Moon interrupted her. "That's a whole lot of big talk for stuff that doesn't really matter, right? The main thing is, we get ourselves ready for whatever comes next, and I for one am fully confident that we are ready for - "

"Excuse me!"

That was a little girl with pink hair, who was staring up at them with big eyes that looked oddly familiar to the rest of the group.

"Can I take a picture?" the little girl asked.

"Yeah, sure! I'll give you a freebie!" Sailor Moon said.. But Sailor Mercury was staring at that girl with suspicion in her eyes as she pulled out something that sort of looked like a camera, but -

"Wait, Sailor Moon, that's not -"

"Vibe check," the little girl announced, pointing her 'camera' squarely at Sailor Moon, pushing the button on it - and then...?

Perhaps we could tell that story another time?