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Dr. Wakeman had designed XJ9’s brain with an almost infinite capacity to “game out” different conflict scenarios. In a matter of milliseconds, Jenny could assess an opponent’s capabilities, calculate the most likely method of attack, and take appropriate counter-measures.

But a Crust Cousin being nice to her? This did not compute.

And yet, here was Epiphany Crust clasping Jenny’s hands and gazing deeply into Jenny’s eyes. “Jennifer, please excuse the repetition, but I must once again express to you how delighted I am to make your acquaintance.” Piff’s eyes clouded over. “But tell me, Jennifer, why are you and your compatriots dressed in such a manner? Have I been misinformed about the timing of holidays in your country? It is only early September, and yet you are dressed to celebrate Halloween.”

Jeremy Pistol strode forward, “I’ll have you know—”

Piff wagged her slender finger at him, but her eyes remained locked on Jenny. “No rudeness please, boy with blue rooster hair.” 

Brit and Tiff clucked like chickens as Jeremy backed away.

Epiphany looked Jenny up and down. “Or perhaps you are celebrating your own alternative version of Carnaval, one that takes place at the wrong time of year and has costumes that depress rather than elicit joy.”

Melancholia took a small, tentative step toward Piff. “You don’t understand—"

Piff waved her away without looking. “I understand your sadness to be skin deep and your soul to be empty.”

Tiff winced on Melancholia’s behalf. “Oof.”

“Direct hit,” hissed Brit appreciatively.

Melancholia retreated and faded into the background.

Piff shook her head slowly, sadly. Her eyes glittered with tears. “Leave this childish game of dress up for these lesser creatures.” Her eyes darted briefly towards the remaining Doomslayers, who slowly slunk away. “You are not like them, Jennifer. You are singular. Unique. There is no one else like you. And you will never be liked by anyone else.” Piff raised her hand to her mouth. Was there the hint of a smile? “Pardon my English. I meant to say that you will never be like anyone else.”

The bell for first period rang. Epiphany touched Jenny’s arm lightly. “We will continue this discussion later, my friend.” She glided down the hall. There was no mistaking the wicked grins on the faces of Brit and Tiff as they hurried after Piff.

Jenny Wakeman stood alone in the hallway of Tremorton High. 

Very alone.