A Reel Challenge

“Are you girls excited?” Mira’s first day on the job began with her perfectly in-character, meeting Kidney’s standards.

Frankie paid the staff a couple hundreds.

“Very excited!” Katie put on a show for the kind that watched them. “We’re really trying to win this competition, so we’ll be taking those tokens of yours!”

“Confident! I like that.”

The MASCOT stretched her arms, the black-and-white reels making up her dress shaking with even the slightest of her movements.

“I’m not tired.”

With those words, Arrow’s next-level trickery activated.

“We’re just going to play a simple memory challenge.”

Her eyes flashed like cameras and out of her palms came more reels, freshly-printed. From her forehead extended a third, one that she smiled at before gripping with her teeth- carefully avoiding touching her lipstick to it- and tossing over to her hands, which she collected all three inside of.

“Woah…” Frankie was, admittedly, impressed.

“Not only am I the opponent, I’m also the game! Ain’t that amazing?”

She showed off the reels: three slides on each one, making for nine frames. They were all identical: the left frame was always Katie, the middle was Mira, striking a pose inside of a completely different environment, and the right was Frankie.

“How’d you-“

“Took your picture with my eyes, sweetie. Then I made all these things with my body!”

“So what’s the game?” Frankie cut to the chase, composing herself.

Mira’s gleeful stare became almost sadistic.

“You’re going to fix them, silly. If you can make three perfect reels of three pictures of the same person, you win.”

“That’s it? So… you’re gonna mix them up?” Katie focused on the pictures, but she didn’t quite see the challenge…

“Mix them up” is one way to put it.”

The MASCOT crooked her neck, and her hands bent outward unnaturally. Katie screamed as they became a 3x3 grid, her bone structure rearranging into nothing more than a game board.

Resting backwards on her divided palms as not to be seen, each of the frames split in three, becoming their seperate pieces as small blades extended to cut them.

“Watch closely~”

Pushed along by the disturbing shifting skin under them, the speed at which the nine images moved was more than unfair- it was as if the engineer chose the highest speed readable to the human eye to mix up the photographs.

“Okay, honies! Time to place them back where they all go! Just tap one and then another, I’ll gladly switch them for you. Don’t mess up a single one, or that’s it for you~!”

The tourists trembled in despair.