Personality V: I will save everything

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a minute. According to what you said, you are from another world."

"Why are you so surprised? Is there anything stranger than us?"

That is true.

But it's quite fun to look at it this way.

"You look really handsome, Jack." Spider said from the bottom of her heart. She felt that the clown from another world looked completely...how should I put it? Full of sunshine.

“Oh…” But it was Jack who responded to Spider, frowning and touching her mask with heartache.

"Oh, my God, I can't believe it..." Natasha also felt sorry for Spider's current appearance. In her eyes, she should be a dancer standing on the stage with her, not like this now.

"Ahem!" Suddenly, Kreacher coughed twice, attracting everyone's attention. Kreacher really couldn't stand the heavy atmosphere. He wanted to change the subject, "Okay, let's not talk about this. Shouldn't we... Oh! My God!!"

Kreacher originally wanted to pick up the suitcase he brought and said, "Shouldn't we put the luggage away first?" But maybe because the buckle on his suitcase was knocked open when he fell to the ground just now, the moment he picked up the suitcase, all the things in his suitcase fell to the ground.

"You are such a fool. Don't just pick up the box without paying attention to how tightly it fits."

Having said that, Lydia still joined everyone in helping Kreacher pick up his luggage.

But... this made the people around him look strange. To be more precise, in their eyes, the "philanthropist" was a despicable villain. Not to mention in the game, people were unwilling to contact him in normal times, let alone help him clean up the mess.

"Hey, what is this?" When Natasha was helping Kreacher pack his luggage, she discovered that in addition to the clothes he brought, he also brought a thick book, something like a photo album.

"Wow!!!!" After seeing the thing Natasha picked up, Kreacher immediately screamed, snatched the thing back, and hid it behind him.

Then, Kreacher packed up all the clothes scattered in his luggage at an incredible speed, and locked the photo album tightly inside his luggage. The speed was astonishing.

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Although everyone was curious about why Kreacher did this, out of respect for him, they decided it would be better not to ask too much.

…………A few days later…………

These few days were good for everyone, whether it was the ball class, them or the people in the manor, because ever since the people from another world came here, the game seemed to have been paused, but it was not forced to be held. This was good, at least it gave every survivor a chance to breathe.

And after spending these few days together, everyone gradually discovered that there were differences between their current selves and their other selves.

"You said you were married?!" The acrobat opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to swallow the head of the person in front of him in one bite.

"Yes, we are married and have two lovely children, Stellan and Inara." Natasha happily hugged Jack's arm and snuggled in his arms.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present turned their heads silently to look in the direction of the clown, but he kept his head down, so his expression was completely invisible.

The clown did not move, and no one dared to say a word, for they were afraid that making any noise would anger this madman. Both the survivors and the supervisors held this thought.

The survivors are afraid of getting themselves into trouble, and the supervisors are afraid that this will lead to unnecessary fights. It is really too troublesome. It is not fun to fight with a madman who doesn't care about his life.

After about ten minutes of silence, the clown finally stood up and walked in front of Natasha.

"Tell me," the clown's gloomy voice made the people around him take a few steps back. They thought that the clown would loudly ask why they married him. How could they do this?

But the Joker only asked, "Are you happy?"

"Yes." Natasha said this very calmly. There was no need to think about this kind of question.

"Really? Congratulations."

"Thank you."

The Joker completed the above conversation very calmly, so calmly that even he himself was terrified. Why was he so calm? Shouldn't he be going crazy?

It was not until he finished asking these questions and turned his head again to see Natasha snuggling happily in Jack's arms that he finally understood that no matter what happened, as long as she was happy.

It turns out that... we once... could have been happy...

………………

In the past few days, Natasha and Kreacher reached a consensus, that is————

They want to clean up this place, they really can't stand it anymore, is this place really for people to live in, not for dust? !

So Natasha and Kreacher arranged the areas, with Kreacher responsible for the fourth and third floors, and Natasha responsible for the first and second floors.

"?～～?～" Natasha hummed a little tune and started cleaning the dust on the second floor with a mop.

Even while cleaning, Natasha still wore her favorite clothes. She really liked this "Flowers of Evil" set.

"What's wrong with you? Darling, why did you come to see me suddenly?" Even though her back was facing the other person, Natasha still knew clearly who was coming, her self from another world - a dancer.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I just want to..." The dancer didn't know what she wanted to do. She just wanted to come over and look at Natasha, as if she saw herself who had realized her dream.

But even if the other person looks exactly like herself, the dancer knows clearly that she is not the other person, and the other person can never be herself. They are like light and shadow that are completely incompatible. Natasha represents light, and the dancer represents shadow. She will never be able to come into contact with the light.

"What's wrong? Honey, just say it if you have something to say." Natasha turned around and did a difficult high kick as she spoke.

"…………" The dancer still kept her head down and did not speak, while Natasha kept her feet on the ground and moved in front of the dancer little by little.

"Lift your head," Natasha reached out and held the dancer's chin, asking her to hold her head up. "You are a dancer, not a humble servant. Hold your head up. A dancer's head should never be lowered."

Like a proud queen...

This is the most truthful evaluation the dancer made when looking at herself in another world. The self in another world is like a proud queen who never bows her head and always maintains her pride.

"Tuck in your stomach! Lift your head! Straighten your waist! What does this look like?!" Natasha taught the dancers step by step what postures they should strike.

But after completing the pose, the dancer began to get a little scared, which clearly meant that the ballet was about to begin.

Sure enough, Natasha, who had been keeping her feet on the ground, began to "pointe walk", which is a basic ballet dance movement. The dancer will keep tapping her feet on the ground and start moving slowly.

Natasha had already started, and the dancer could only barely keep up with her. However, no matter how hard she tried to imitate Natasha's movements she could not imitate her. Natasha was like an elegant swan, while the dancer was just like a clumsy imitator.

Suddenly, Natasha stopped, but she stopped very well, just like a video with the pause button suddenly pressed. There was no trace of incongruity at all. Looking at the dancer, she almost fell down when she stopped.

Now the dancer felt even more deeply the difference in strength between the two. The other person was clearly wearing a tight leather jacket, but he could perform any move perfectly, while she was clearly wearing a dance costume but was learning so clumsily.

Natasha suddenly did a difficult "crane standing pose", which made it even more difficult for the dancers to learn. This is a very difficult ballet step. The dancer needs to touch the ground with one foot and lift the other leg high 90 degrees and keep it still.

The dancer couldn't do it at all, she could only stand aside and watch.

At this moment, Natasha can no longer stop. This is the pride and principle of a dancer. Once they start dancing, they will never stop until the last move is completed.

After the "crane standing posture" is completed, there are another 32 whip turns.

This is an action that the black swan needs to complete in "Swan Lake", where it rotates 32 times in a row. The black swan needs to stand on one leg and gain rotational momentum and speed by continuously swinging the side leg.

This is known as one of the most difficult ballet moves in the world, requiring great balance and strength from the dancer. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to do it.

But Natasha did it, very easily and effortlessly, as if she was a ceramic dancer standing on a music box. Every movement was full of power and grace.

After completing the last move, Natasha had reached the stairs at the corner of the second floor. This was the last move she needed to complete, but the dancer began to feel scared and she felt that she needed to stop Natasha.

"Wait a minute!" the dancer exclaimed and ran quickly towards Natasha, but Natasha had already started her move.

The legs are split forward and backward, and the body jumps into the air, like a flying swallow.

At that moment, the dancer seemed to feel that she saw a real swan taking off.

Finally, Natasha landed safely on the first floor, landing gently, like a feather.

Natasha tapped the ground with her feet and opened her arms, bowing slightly to the non-existent audience.

The dancer just stood at the stairs on the second floor, looking at Natasha in a daze. She was so envious and wished she could be like her.

Just when the dancer was about to say something, applause suddenly came from behind her.

"Wow, ladies, are you having a dance battle?" Kreacher clapped his hands and walked out with the mop that Natasha had just thrown in the corridor.

"You dance really well! Natasha! You are worthy of being the principal dancer of the Paris Opera!" Kreacher said to Natasha on the first floor while lying on the railing of the corridor on the second floor. However, at this moment.

"Crack!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" The railing under Kreacher broke, and he fell directly from the corridor on the second floor.

But fortunately, he did not fall completely, because the mop he had just picked up was placed across the two relatively intact railings, giving him a place to hold on to prevent himself from falling.

It sounds safe, right? But in fact, it is not safe at all, because the mop is not directly across Kreacher's waist and abdomen. Kreacher flipped forward 360 degrees, and then his whole body was outside, leaving only the mop to support him.

"Kreacher! Oh my God! Help! Someone come quickly!"

Standing at the foot of the big tower on the first floor and seeing such a dangerous scene, he hurried to the second floor, trying to catch Kreacher.

At this moment, the people who were originally attracted by the noise of Natasha and the dancers also hurriedly ran away when they saw such a dangerous scene.

"Kreacher! Oh my God!" Lydia, who came out from the corner of the second-floor corridor, hurried over and wanted to catch Kreacher with Natasha.

And Jake, who was in the restaurant on the first floor, heard the cry for help and opened the door of the restaurant, only to discover such a dangerous scene.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" However, three of them were unable to catch Kreacher in time, and the mop broke under Kreacher's weight.

Kreacher fell heavily to the ground.

Well, to be exact, he didn't fall to the ground. After all, the mop did buy Kreacher a small amount of time. At least it gave him enough time for Joke to run over and act as a cushion for him.

"Are you okay?" Lydia asked the two people downstairs while lying on the gap in the railing of the second-floor corridor.

"Kreacher? Dear? Are you two okay?" Before Natasha had time to run to the second floor, he stood at the stairs between the second and first floors and asked the two people on the first floor.

"Uh, it's okay. I'm fine." After getting up from the ground, Jake asked Kreacher, "What about you? Kreacher, are you okay?"

"Uh, I'm fine." Kreacher got up from the ground, holding the broken mop in each hand, "Except my mop."

“Hahahahahaha….”

Natasha, Lydia and Jake were successfully amused by Kreacher's jokes.

But all in all, nothing is wrong is the best~(⌒▽⌒)