Chapter III


Peace was wearing a light pink dress with the peace symbol engraved on the front of the dress and an elegant sash ribbon tied on the back. Her silky brown hair flowing in the gentle breeze like a field of wheat on a windy day. She didn't wear make-up, as her natural beauty was more than enough to dazzle even the pickiest of boys.

Just like Anatoly, she had a passion for graphic design, however she will likely never be as skilled as he is. She found most cutting-edge programs like MS Paint to difficult to work with, so she settled with making her graphics using worn-out sharpee and paper torn from her chemistry notebook. She never liked chemistry, so she had more paper to use than she could ever ask for.

She had always admired Anatoly's graphics, and would always be the first one to woot every one he'd post on the forums. Last night was no exception.

Peace really hated writing. Every time she was supposed to jot down notes during class, she would often use the time to draw cute cubes or that Cool "S" symbol that can be found written on most school tables and chairs.

If she was ever forced to write something, she would put the barest minimum needed to do so. This usually resulted in her words being practically impossible to read for anyone else. She would often put spaces in weird places or switch the position of two letters.

Lately though, she also seems to talk in the same way she writes. This infuriated a lot of people, as they were aware that peace could communicate well if she would just put in the effort, but no matter what, she refused to do so.

However, Anatoly had always found this part of her to be endearing. Many found issues with the way Anatoly talks, and he was always looking for some reassurance, most of which he found in Peace. They were like two jigsaw puzzles that fit perfectly with one another.


...

Upon noticing that his dear friend was at the door, Anatoly's anger and concerns had quickly melted away. She always had this effect on him. Anatoly quickly grabbed semi-clean clothes hanging on his chair and put them on. He rushed to the door, slightly adjusting his hair and checking his breath before opening the door.

Just as she was about to ring the bell once more, the door suddenly swung open, revealing a shy-looking Anatoly.

"H-Hi P-Peace" - He nervously muttered.

"h anatoly" - She said said while biting her lips cutely.

Despite knowing her for almost a year, Anatoly still struggles to initiate a casual conversation with her. Her unmatched beauty was always a delight to see, but at the same time it was intimidating. Having the cutest girl standing in front of you would bring anyone to a nervous sweat.

He gulped noticeably.

"Uh... Come... Come on in, Peace..." - He fumbles with his words.

"thank sanatoly" - She says as she fabulously walks through the front door.

Anatoly hesitated for a second before closing the door. He took a deep breath, and followed behind her.

She took off her shoes and neatly placed them in a corner. She spun around before continuing to walk to the living room. Anatoly gulped again, and followed her there.

"anatoly you rhouse loks great!!!" - She proclaimed as she gazed curiously around his house.

"Thanks P-Peace... I put a-a-lot of effort in my... interior des-" - He spoke before being cut off by peace grabbing his shoulders. Anatoly blushed nervously as Peace looked at him with a serious look on her face.

"anatoly, we need talk"


Chapter IV


Anatoly felt lightheaded. He alternated between looking her in the eye and looking somewhere else. Peace's focus cut into him like twenty eight sharp butter knives. His lips quiver for a bit, before he starts speaking.

"Y-Yeah? what's u-up P-Peace...?"

Peace paused for a second before putting her arms behind her back. Anatoly felt like a weight has been pulled off of his shoulders. He exhales quietly. Peace turned around for a second and mumbled something to herself. Anatoly noticed as Peace put her hand inside her bra to pull something out. She turns around again.

The blush on Anatoly's face deepens as Peace hands him a weird flyer. He felt so embarrassed to hold it while Peace had a completely neutral look on her face.

He looked down on the flyer to read what was on it.

The flyer was about a contest... But that's the only thing that Anatoly was able to decipher. He noticed a few words he understood, including a large "No woot" text on the bottom of the flyer, but most of the words made no sense. Even though he skimmed through the flyer in 10 seconds, he pretended to read through it for much longer.

He nodded and gave the flyer back to Peace.

"so wat yo uthink anatoly" - She said with a patient smile, awaiting an answer.

"Oh um.... It's.... Interesting..." - He said with uncertainty.

"it's a conetst and its host by Carrie Dover" - She proclaimed excitedly. - "do yuo know her???"

Anatoly had no clue who she was talking about. However he didn't want to disappoint her, so he decided to bluff it and hope he makes it.

"Oh yeah~! She's my favorite.... singer...?" - He said.

Peace shot him a confused expression - "no shes te vip owner o fseveral world faomus nigth clubs"

Anatoly felt his face becoming flushed. That was clearly the wrong answer and he just embarrassed himself in front of her. He already feels he'll look back on this incident in 10 years and cringe.

Quickly trying to recover from his awkwardness, he spoke - "O-OH! Yeah... Um... I was thinking about.... someone else..."

Peace ignored him and continued - "yeh so Carrie Dover is hsoting ac ontest for best oufit of teh centry" - Peace said with excitement beaming in her eyes - "i plan to participate"

Anatoly tried speaking again - "That's grea-" - before being cut off by Peace.

"i ned your hel panatoly"


Chapter V


This was the second time Peace cut Anatoly off as he was speaking, which kind of annoyed him, but his curiosity peeked through.

"Uh... Sure? what do you need help with Peace?" - He asked quizzically.

"i ned new oufit that samazing" - She said with a slight raspiness to her voice.

This shocked Anatoly. Peace was well known for her extraordinary taste in fashion and style, most girls could only dream of looking half as elegant as her. If she needed help with clothing, then Anatoly must have something that not even Peace has. A dumb-founded look formed on his face.

"i need u to desig nme a oufit" - She said while blushing deeply.

Design... Of course. But, as amazing as Anatoly was at creating minuscule blocks for a stupid smiley game, he has never designed an entire dress. He felt nervous, he wasn't sure if he was up for the challenge.

"Gee, Peace... Uh... I don't know..." - He states while sweating profusely. - "I... I'm...I don't kn-"

He got interrupted by a strange noise. No... It wasn't just a noise, it was a song. He could tell that Peace had noticed too, as she spun her head around in the direction of the noise. The song got louder and louder, like it was approaching their house. Anatoly's face lit up.

"Is that... The Sailor Moon intro song? In Japanese!?" - He shouted excitedly.

"oh blerg" - Peace muttered with a disgusted look on her face.

Ignoring her, Anatoly ran out to see where the song is coming from. Peace slowly followed behind him, her dismissive expression still sitting on her face.

They watched as a long white limo pulled up in front of Anatoly's house. The speakers on the top of the limo are still blaring Moonlight Densetu in Japanese. Anatoly is amazed at how long this limo is, he couldn't even see the end of it. He notices as a car door suddenly flings open with white fog coming out. He sees a dark figure in the mist and a high heel stepping out in a dramatic fashion.

Anatoly felt a rush of excitement explode throughout his body like a bath bomb in a toilet being flushed. He could barely contain himself.

As the dense fog clears, Anatoly started seeing more and more of this mystery person. He saw a beautiful crimson red dress which heavily complimented the dark red shoes she was wearing. Her gorgeous legs were unbelievably long, almost twice as long as her torso. She had a black Gucci handbag hanging off her right shoulder with a chihuahua peeking out of it, and a single ruby gem necklace sitting around her neck. Her pale white skin contrasting her silky dark hair.

The fog had fully cleared and Anatoly could finally see her face.

It was Nightmore.


Chapter VI


"Nightmore, of course!" - Anatoly thought to himself. - "There's no one else that could possibly own such a long limo and have such great taste in music."

Nightmore was a celebrity, well known for her deep love of the colors red and black. Admittedly, it was a killer combination. She's been on the cover of many award-winning magazines such as "Girls and Corpses". You couldn't meet a single middle school kid that didn't know of her and didn't deeply admire her. She was often regarded as "too perfect for this world".

Anatoly tried to snap back to reality, but being in the presence of a literal supermodel made that almost impossible. Peace, on the other hand, wanted to gag from the strong smell of fancy perfume in the air.

"Are you... an anatole?" - Nightmore spoke in her seductive voice coupled with her charming accent.

"U-U-Uh.. YES!... Y-Yes... I am..." - He said while licking his lips nervously.

She chuckled quietly and smiled faintly.

"Are you also..." - She paused to look down at a piece of paper in her hand - "...the graphics design?"

Anatoly felt his heart beating a mile a minute, his armpits started feeling wet from his anxious sweating. SHE knew who HE was. How was it possible? He answered her almost instantly.

"YES!"

"Aha... Say... Are you know of the contest by Carrie Dover" - She said with a sly grin on her face.

"I... I am aware... Yes" - He whispered.

"Great, you will make for me the best dress you've ever done. I'll gladly payment you with more exposure than you can ask" - She spoke while still looking down at her piece of paper, reading off of it. - "Is that the fair?"

Anatoly spoke - "Y-Yes... I'll gl-" - before being cut off by Peace stepping in front of him. She looked Nightmore right in the eye and spoke confidently:

"what? hell mkae MY dress not yours!" - She proclaimed.

Nightmore felt stunned for a second, but she quickly grinned maliciously before speaking.

She looked over to Anatoly, completely ignoring Peace. - "Do you... Associate with this animal, an Anatole?"

"whAT!?" - Peace yelled as she felt her initial confidence faltering.

Anatoly moved to stand between them, hoping to stop them. He felt fierce anger  coming from one side and bloated smugness from the other. He had a feeling this wouldn't end well.