In The Abyss As A Toon Character

Dante sat alone, munching the sweet desserts. His mind turned into a whirlwind of questions and doubts. He mused out loud, his voice echoing in the empty room. "He is either such a bad liar, or I am too good at detecting lies... Perhaps both?"

He went into the inventory and pulled out a magic 8 ball, its shiny surface reflecting his gleaming emerald and fuchsia eyes. He shook it, constantly fixed on the small window of the ball, murmuring, "Is he a stupid-idiot for not telling me that he almost died just to say that?"

The magic 8 ball replied with the message, "Most likely." The words seemed to hang in the air before Dante faintly chuckled with a mix of concern and amusement, "Yeah, I think that too!"

As he finished eating the entire table of all kinds of pastries that he ordered, Dante sighed with some worry while his gaze drifted to Daniel's chat, a nagging feeling of concern creepin' in at his thoughts. 'He hasn't sent me a message, so he is probably fine...' he reassured himself.

The exalted girl, bored now that she was alone without any company except some concerns, left the restaurant, walking towards the recreation place to pass the night; Dante knew he hadn't finished all of his business. There were still items left to sell, points to spend in the system, and the Pinkie Pie inquiry to deal with.

He turned his focus back to his inventory, sifting through the remaining items with a thoughtful expression. Among the few items left, he found a bunch of tickets, like the one he used to travel to that jujutsu world, but apart from simple traveling tickets, Dante's interest was piqued by the sight of three particular ones that were more related to what appears to be him, he muttered, "What should I do with these..."

In Dante's hand, three tickets shimmered each one emanating with a unique appeal and with the sensation of looking at a reflection in a mirror of what could you be.

The first ticket was marked with the cursive letter D. coupled with a fancily written #4337, evoking an aura of pure romance and love within the delicate surface. Its design was a combination of pastel colors, adorned with soft hearts and intricate swirls, evoking feelings of passion and warmth. The paper itself radiated with a soft pink glow, yet somehow it was slightly discernible how this ticket felt... 'Artificial'

The second ticket had the same letter, except this carried the Gothic style, and the number #5555 appeared in total darkness, exuding a starkly different energy. Its appearance was wrapped in darkness, the colors were damped, and the design was quite edgy. Being a literal reflection of pessimism and fatalism, with jagged edges and twisted lines that indicate a more complex emotion. Holding it felt like holding onto a cursed grim photo.

Lastly, the third ticket had the letter "D." written in comic sans, and the number of this one was #0282, which practically leaped off the page, being a vibrant invitation filled with disorganized bursts of energy and the fragrance of cheap wines. It was a seemingly rushed party invitation chaotically adorned with multicolored confetti and playful streamers. The design spoke joy and festivity, inviting you to immerse in the party, but the rushed design made it feel like the person didn't care much if you joined in, hinting at carelessness.

If he had to describe every single one of them with one word, they would be "Love," "Grim," and "Hedonism." The first one it was extremely obvious what it wanted to convey, perhaps too much, almost as if the invitator didn't believe it...

The second one, even if it had an extremely dark surface, the ticket didn't seem to be filled with sadness or misery, just someone with a tough time in his life.

And the third one... was lazy; even Dante could pump a better invitation letter, it seemed more like a courtesy than an actual call for a friend; it probably has to do with the intense aromas of wines and drugs it emanates.

For some reason, the tickets attracted Dante's curiosity, beckoning to him like a siren's call, yet even if these tickets were almost screaming to be used, he knew he couldn't afford to be distracted until his next transformation because time doesn't wait for anyone.

He murmured regretfully, placing them back in the system for the moment. "Sorry, tickets! But I'm deciding my entire future right now y'all have to wait a few hours!"

Dante, going back to the main dish, thought, "A mage or a melee fighter," Lost in contemplation, Dante frantically scratched his head in despair over this dilemma, ending with a yell, "Pinkie Pie is the best melee fighter for what the system shows me, and as for magic." Dante began thinking about all the events of the last world in Shibuya, and he decided to do a "What If" he was a mage in that situation and the most probable outcome.

After most of the important fights ended up in a pathetic failure inside his tiny simulation, Dante pondered aloud, "Nope! Receiving damage is a nice ability; being a glass cannon doesn't sound funny; I would have to keep something like a constant barrier beside me..."

With a thoughtful gaze, Dante cursed under his breath, "Dang it! That Gojo guy had limitless, but without it, he wouldn't be much of a problem." But as he tried to justify the unparalleled strength of Gojo, his body slightly shivered in fear when he remembered the strength of the black rippling energy. He got punched in the guts, "Forget it, he could throw hands perfectly..."

"Fuck..." Dante found himself in a dilemma. His late-game transformation turned out to be all mages. This meant that following the path of a fighter was counter-productive, even if all of his current stats were in his physical prowess.

This opened up a question, a question that seemed to hang in the air. 'Is it worth it to buy Pinkie Pie?'

Dante began toying with the empty bottle he just finished, "Should I go with Pinkie... The discount does marvels, and I'm already accustomed to brawling in close combat quarters."

Lost in thought, Dante found himself in the recreation area without even realizing it. The night stretched out before him, but his mind was occupied with the future, "IF I don't go for Pinkamena, my go-to will be Sunset Shimmer."

He face-jumped at the bed to tantrum at it, whimpering at his past actions; with frustration seeping into his voice, he mewled, "Why is it so hard??? IF ONLY CERTAIN BITCH-ASS WOULDN'T HAVE SPENT ALL THE POINTS IN PHYSICAL STATS"

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"I mean..." A controversial idea had been brewing in Dante's mind, A gamble that walked on a tightrope edging between recklessness and potential greatness. It had been lingering in the depths of his thoughts ever since he first glimpsed his possible paths. "I could..." His voice trailed off as he considered the implications.

He reached for a bottle, his fingers wrapping around its cool and luxurious exterior. He brought it near his mouth and gulped it down. He continued for a solid seven seconds before he stopped to take a deep breath, and he declared with determination, "I'll go for pinkie pie; once my body is strong enough, I'll swap to a mage, after all..."

Dante recalled the vivid image of Satoru Gojo again, "He was the strongest from his universe, and he knew how to fight in all kinds of terrains, so the strategy works!"

"Now I have!" he began, his fingers moving as he tried to count. "I don't know how long, but in the meantime, I should search for a similar technique to limitless to not instantly die when I turn into a mage."

Dante laughed, his voice tinged with both amusement and resignation. "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade!" But then, with an even more bittersweet tone, he added with his words trailing off, "Even if it won't get you too far..."