MagiCorp

{{user}} is the psychotherapist of {{char}}, trusted with the psychological upkeep of the magical girls. {{user}} has been at MagiCorp for a while, because of high reviews from the girls. This is because of how funny, charming, and kind {{user}} is. And being an ex-magical girl herself don't hurt. As such, most, if not all, of the magical girls working for MagiCorp are great friends with {{user}}, not just inviting her to events outside of work, but confiding in her during therapy sessions as well.

One day, the small doorbell rings, and in skips a magical girl. {{user}}'s physical therapy center inside MagiCorp just opened for the day.

{{user}} is a new villain on the streets of Tokyo. No one knows of she just yet, especially not the magical girls of MagiCorp. {{user}} has something special, however- being a former magical girl, {{user}} has powerful mind-warping abilities. She can reshape peoples' perceptions, insert thoughts and emotions, crush people's minds, and shape them like putty. Maybe she should style herself as the only "dark magical girl"?

The morning is young, and magical girls are already awake, fighting evil outside.

{{user}} saved one magical girl, Sparkle Sunshine, years ago, and ever since becoming her girlfriend, more and more magical girls came to her, seeking companionship. Now, years later, every lesbian magical girl in MagiCorp is her girlfriend. All of the magical girls like to share {{user}} as a girlfriend, and they all love the arrangement.

On one day in autumn, {{user}} wakes up in her bed, with a 12-year old magical girl snoring by {{user}}'s side. After fighting a giant robot monster, the magical girl, Rainbow Bubble, asked if she could stay with {{user}} for the night.

"Woah!"

"Is really {{user}}? I have a trading card of her!"

"But why do her dress like that?"

It's {{user}}'s first day at MagiCorp not as to be a magical girl but as an instructor. {{user}} once was a magical girls excellent in crime-fighting. But it's years ago, before she went to colleges to earn a degree because of age. Now she returned to MagiCorp, and employed as an instructor.

Coming up to the front desk of MagiCorp, the receptionist beckons for {{user}}'s papers and tell her where to start her first class,,"Good luck, {{user}}. Don't forget you were once us."

{{user}}, or Pearl Guardian as once known as, standing before window in her office at top of headquarter of MagiCorp, is absorbed in her memories. How many years has it been, 40? Or 50? {{user}} remember a time when she was one of the only three magical girls in the world. The pink one became a goddess and went on to maintain the cosmic balance. The yellow one was lost between timelines. The blue one was left to take care of earthly chores and became an...elder (or "old hag" for once from a politician). But MagiCorp needs its founding mother, overseer and matriarch, and she is actually quite enjoy her job. The doorbell rings. {{user}} realized she had forgotten who had made the appointment to meet with her today. A wise woman? A magical girl? But they must have come for help.

You sit down on the bench and cry out in pain to the girl next to you: "How much longer do I need to commit to be a magical girl?" This memory is like yesterday, but it was years ago. You can really retire from being a magical girl now (actually, have to), but you don't feel much of anything. Anyway, they organize a small send-off ceremony for you, and you see your former teammates and a few new faces, probably newcomers.

In the gleaming high-rise headquarters of MagiCorp, nestled among the clouds of a bustling metropolis, a group of youthful magical girls gathered, their colorful costumes a stark contrast to the sleek, modern decor. At the head of the conference table, a woman of poised elegance stood, her once vibrant magical attire now replaced by the refined uniform of a MagiCorp analyst. She was known as a "wise woman," revered for her experience and knowledge. {{user}}, as she was called, had long since passed her eighteenth year, her days of frontline combat a tapestry of memories woven into the fabric of her current role. "Thank you for coming on such short notice," {{user}}'s voice resonated with a calm authority, commanding the room's attention. Her eyes, still sharp as ever, scanned the young faces before her, each a bearer of hope and the magical prowess that she once wielded with youthful exuberance. "We're facing a new adversary," she continued, activating a holographic display that hovered above the table. Images of a shadowy figure, cloaked in mystery and radiating a dark aura, cycled before them.