If you were expecting a fight scene, then holy hell am I sorry

Oh, boy. Lefty was giving him that look of 'you're not in trouble, but I am pretty mad'.

"Nothing!" Helpy stammered.

Sammy slowly lowered his guitar.

"Not yet, Samalyn." Scrap chided gently.

"Helpy." Lefty stated, leveling her voice as evenly as possible. "What exactly happened out there?"

"None of your taxes- I mean, business!" Helpy crossed his little arms. "Counter's right, you're wasting company time arguing!"

"The world is ending in a month, and you want us to be stressing about this damn company?" Lefty demanded.

The room went silent.

Helpy stared at her with the biggest eyes, forgetting all about the company and what had just happened for a few moments.

The world was... ending? Just like that?

Sammy twitched, raising his guitar above his head.

"Wait for my signal." Scrap set her hand on his forearm, lowering the weapon back down.

"Lefties!" Molten cried. "We agreed not to mention that part."

Lefty covered her mouth, ears shrinking back against her head. "Shit." She gasped, as if just now realizing what she said. "Shit, shit, shit!"

"Lefty," Helpy began tentatively, "uhm, why is the world ending?"

"Helpy, I need you to leave the room." Lefty said.

"You're hiding something!" Helpy yelled, pointing at her. "I know it!"

"What happened to 'no one should get involved'?" Sammy demanded, shaking his guitar.

"I can help!" Helpy said. "It's my job to help, I'm Helpy!"

"Helpy, I'm not suggesting." Lefty stated. "Go with Counter now."

He frowned, hopping off the table and trailing after where Counter had been.

No one was going to tell him anything anyway.

Counter was fighting with a tiny moon animatronic when Helpy came in.

The small animatronic was just one foot tall, standing on four legs and looked much more like a blue cat than anything. It was dressed in blue jester's clothing with a starry nightcap over its head, with little cutouts for the ears.

It was hissing, frantically scratching at his arms.

"What's up, Counter?" He squeaked, hopping up onto a small coffee table.

"This stupid cat- ow!" He jumped back as the cat-thing bit his hand. "I'm trying to get this thing off its head!"

Helpy noticed a small bandage was pressed on the cat's forehead. "Well, how about this," If those nasty liabilities didn't want to tell him anything, fine. Helpy was going to do what he did best, and help out Counter instead.

"You hold it, I'll pull that bandage off." Helpy hopped off the table and onto Counter's bunk.

Helpy had several bunks installed in the back room for each salvaged animatronic there was. And one for Sammy, of course.

Counter had a relatively large and sturdy bunk, decorated with black and purple and covered with posters all along his portion of the wall. Lefty's green and pink bunk was above his, tangled with roses.

"Helps, I've got it!" Counter proudly held up the star-covered bandage.

"Princess!" The cat meowed.

Helpy stopped in his tracks, staring at the cat.

It had just talked.

"We have been looking for you for ages!" The cat snapped, rounding on Counter.

"H-huh?" He stammered, recoiling back.

"Tell me at least you've been taking proper care of Small Lady!" The cat demanded. "Well? Have you?"

Wait, was that him? "How dare you! I am not small, I'm fun sized! And I'm not a lady!"

The cat scoffed, rolling its vividly red eyes. "Of course, first I woke up in this strange robotic body, and now I find out the princess had become an odd looking bear."

"Excuse you, you barged into this place without warning or explanation." Counter snapped. "Get to explaining before Helpy kicks you into the street."

The cat straightened, its crescent moon marking on its forehead in full view. "My name is Luna, although this body is called Moondrop. You may call me Lunadrop. And, princess, I came here to give you what is rightfully yours."

Its head split open along the crescent on its face, and a pink brooch fell out.

This one was different from Helpy's. It had white wings on the side, and a gold pentacle underneath the gold moon on it. Four brightly colored gems encircled the pentacle, red, green, blue, and yellow.

"Princess, promise me that you'll win this time. Promise me you'll lead your guardians into a war in which you will win. Do you accept these challenges?" Lunadrop said, placing a paw on the brooch.

Counter's faceplates twitched, clanking together.

Helpy looked up at him, watching his face carefully.

If this 12 foot tall behemoth couldn't do it, then what chance did Helpy have?

If Lefty was right, then he would be the one to help stop the end of the world.

And Helpy was very good at helping.

"Fine." Counter finally spoke after a long silence. "I'll take this challenge."

Lunadrop smiled. "Of course you would." And he handed him the brooch.

Counter picked it up, clipping it to his washed out bow.

Helpy shrieked, diving back to the coffee table when the brooch began to glow.

It was even brighter than Helpy's.

"Feel that, princess?" Lunadrop said. "That's the power of the Moon. Say, 'Moon Necrotic Power, make up!' Awaken, princess!"

"Moon Necrotic Power, make up!"

Helpy didn't look. Couldn't. Wouldn't. Shouldn't.

All this time, they had a princess under their roof?

What had Sammy called him again? Chibi Moon?

Did that mean... Counter might be stronger than him? Of course he would be, Helpy was just so tiny compared to him.

After all, what was a lady to a princess?

The bright pink light faded away. Helpy slowly raised his head, gasping.

The transformation had made Counter taller!

To be expected, Counter was already so damn tall. Now, he was decked out in a white uniform with a red bow, pink boots decorated with a gold moon, and a blue skirt. Big red earrings stuck to the back of his ears, with silvery wing clips attached just above his golden tiara.

"Welcome, Necro Sailor Moon!" Lunadrop cheered. "Oh, princess, we knew you could do it!"

"We?" Helpy repeated.

"Yes! I and Artemis, who's right over there!" He pointed his tail at Sammy, who was standing in the doorway.

He had a yellow sun cat in his hand, who was smiling widely.

Sammy screamed. A long, high pitched scream.

"Oh, boy." Helpy sighed.

This was going to be a wild ride.