An old enemy

"Jester and Madoka, Leona and Julius, Iori and Red Reaper, Kumi and Grizzlar, Deep Diver and Nina, then there be me and you, Sakura," Friar smiled as he descended to the ground.

"Deep what? Wait, if you're referring to that mobile game with the bed monsters, uh I don't consider Deep Diver to be the bane of my existence," Nina glared.

"It matters not. Sakura, remember our battles!? I got the last laugh by cutting ye down in the storm-"

"Uh, it was a massive bolt of lightning that hit me, and it sure as hell wasn't you. Not to mention, I managed to survive by taking human form," Sakura glared.

"B- But I be the main antagonist of Sakura streamer girl. See, read the text!"

"Uh, you trying to break the 4th wall or something? But even if you are, I've never seen you before ever."

"That would make him an original villain," Nina quipped.

"O- Original villain!? NAY! All mine compatriots are villains from other series. I- I can't be the only Streamer Royale original villain!"

As Friar began to panic, the girls took the chance to sneak away. It was only until long after they had gone that Friar realized they were no longer there.

...

At the inn, Serika shot up after realizing she had fallen asleep. She quickly looked around and noticed everyone was still present and fully clothed. Deep Diver was nowhere in sight, but something felt off.

"Oi, wake up! Something's wrong!"

The others groggily woke up and stared at their surroundings.

"It looks like the coast is clear, but that diver could still be lurking somewhere," Yuni noted.

Astrid meanwhile scowled before slapping her face and then slapping everyone else's faces.

"The hell was that- WAH!?"

Serika gasped as Deep Diver, Julius, and some of the Bed monsters suddenly appeared. To her even greater shock, her clothes were gone, and still sitting by the burning fireplace.

"DRAT! How did you know!?" Julius fumed.

"Simple, we dove under the bed stark naked, yet we wake up fully clothed?" Astrid glared.

"Uh, we don't want the stream to be age restricted."

"Oh, this is being streamed after all? Well, I guess the viewers are getting a treat. But why would you care about getting age-restricted? You're from a M-rated game," Carol noted.

"Oh, the game was rated M in America? I don't think it actually got a Cero rating due to it releasing here so close to Cero's establishment," Astrid noted.

"ENOUGH! I seek to instill insanity, but first... put some clothes on," Julius stammered.

"Yeah, no way. You probably tampered with them."

"Drat!"

"Wait, does this mean we'll have to run away naked!?" Yuni gasped.

"Nothing wrong with that. I've got a N00DZ 0nly account so this is nothing," Carol grinned as she proudly bore it all before the goons.

"Well, not all of us are as boldly perverted as you."

"Then why not try and play for your clothes, nya?" a voice rang out.

Everyone turned to notice a hooded figure standing in the doorway. The figure then removed her her cloak, revealing herself to be a hairless catgirl in a school uniform and wool-knit hat.

"Nyaho! Nyoan Nyakuoji is here!" the girl smiled as everyone blinked in confusion.

...

In a volcanic region, a portal opened up just a few feet above the ground, sending Emeri and Mimoko flying out of it. As soon as the two got up, they scuttled away from each other upon recognizing one another.

"You, you're from back then!"

"Ahh, I don't have my helmet!"

Mimoko froze as Emeri suddenly curled up into a ball and began hiding her face. "Uh, are you ok?"

"S- Sorry. I still tend to get nervous when in close proximity to strangers when I'm alone," Emeri trembled as she got up.

Mimoko stared as she noted Emeri's similarities to her friend, Utami. Yet before she could strike up a conversation, a hooded figure appeared.

"Oissu, long time no see, Emeri."

Emeri went pale as she recognized the voice. "No, Yuni-chan said you fell to your death from Big Ben!"

"Well sucks for you, but I survived," the figure grinned as she threw off her cloak, revealing herself to be a girl clad in camo attire sporting a green asymmetrical bob. It was Melinda Moriarty, a woman that had given Emeri so much grief nearly one year ago.