Warning Warmup

“O-Oh no…” Urahara whimpers as she turns away from the television screen before her, the wad of ryo notes in her hand fluttering to the ground as her grip falls lax, “W-We need to clean this up…”

“Urahara-san?” the soft and angelic voice of Orihime sounds, her wide chocolate brown eyes gazing at Urahara’s fear stricken orbs as she speaks, “Is everything alright?”

“N-No!” Urahara suddenly shouts, her body lunging at the television screen and the VCR box as she shouts, “Shut it off! Shut if off now! We need to get rid of everything!”

“Nein, Nein, Nein~”

A sudden voice interrupts Urahara’s yowling, her body freezing in place as she slowly and laboriously turns her head to address the source of the tone. Sure enough, sitting on a table not too far away is a small young woman, her shimmering bright blond hair broken by a pair of pitch black cat ears perched atop her petite head, “Zo, ju must be ze von zey call Urahara…ju are in zo much trouble~”

As Urahara seems to be frozen in place Orihime is the one to speak, her nervous tone crackling with every word as she questions, “Wh-Who are you?”

“ Ich heisse Schrödinger,” Schrödinger announces with a playful little smile upon her lips, her head tilted to the side as her eyes close with mirth, “Unt I am ze von vo hast come to deliver ze vord of jour doom.”

“Wh-What?” Urahara mutters in sheer terror as Schrödinger chuckles, her legs idly kicking against the table below her as she rocks back and forth on her cute little bottom.

“Mein Masta, Jahn Doe Genryuzai, hast become very mad vith ju Urahara,” Schrödinger mentions with a smile, her head tilting slightly as her ears twitch in just the slightest bit, “Unt he hast ordered me to zerch you out.” With silent grace Schrödinger pulls a small black device from her pocket, the little oval shaped creation sounding with a vibrant beep the second her gloved thumb presses against the black button on top, “Unt viz zat, mein Masta is on his vey!”

A line of sweat beads Urahara’s brow as she whispers, “Oh…fuck…”