"Hey Maka, come over here!"

BlackStar's voice echoed through the hallway in the DWMA School for Meisters and Weapons, reaching Maka Albarn who was, as usual, seated in a corner reading a book. Maka sighed as BlackStar's voice reached her ears, and she placed a bookmark in the heavy novel.

"What is it, BlackStar?"

"Death wants to see us in his room."

Maka stood up and dusted off her coat, sticking her book in a deep pocket on the inside, "Is anyone else there, or did he just ask for the two of us?"

BlackStar shrugged, "I think that everyone else is supposed to be there, he asked for our whole group, but we need to go." So they left for the death room, unbeknownst to them a follower had slipped into the shadows behind them. "So Death has something for them?" he whispered to himself, "come with me". This second sentence was directed right behind him, to a familiar form of darkness.

"HIYA, HEYA, HEYA!" Death greeted the two newcomers as they walked in, clapping his overlarge hands together. "You're probably all wondering why I brought you, the greatest student team in DWMA, here today."

Before him stood Soul Eater and his partner: Maka Albarn, Tsubaki with her meister: BlackStar, Ragnarok with his master: Crona, and Liz and Patty with their meister; and Lord Death's only son: Death the Kid.

"There is a new invention designed to make you stronger than ever, and a better team. This was sent to us from the Japan DWMA Branch, and you are going to test it for mass DWMA use." Death was deadly serious while saying this, something most present was not used to, and Death did not seem to currently be in a joking mood.

"And that item is?" Soul asked

"This helmet!" Death exclaimed, his serious demeanor now gone, holding a metal helmet with visor and plug attached. "It can play video games!"

Kid, who had been shown this invention earlier, groaned at his father's immaturity, "What my father meant but forgot to say is that this helmet: The Virtual Sphere, attaches to our nervous system. By doing that it can simulate an entirely separate world complete with all sensory stimulation; which yes, is in itself a video game."

Death nodded, "We had a few helmets shipped in and modified by our Research and Development team that way you meisters and weapons have not only your nerves attached, but your soul. This took some time to develop, but we believe it to have incredible potential. With these modified Virtual Spheres, you can use yourselves as actual weapons and meisters, and can even use soul resonation. Even BlackStar's soul fighting style can be utilized in the simulated worlds."

"YAHOO!" BlackStar yelled out, "Now to transcend God there as well, multiple worlds mean multiple Gods, PLURAL GODS!"

"And without being hurt in reality yourself," Death added.

BlackStar jumped up and punched the air, clearly so excited he was almost to wetting himself. That is until his weapon, Tsubaki, stepped in and settled a hand on his shoulder; telling him to call down.

"Yes, yes." Death continued, "Each of you will be receiving one of the modified virtual spheres for your own personal training and use outside of school. There has also been a virtual sphere area set up across from the infirmary, which you will use when at DWMA.

Death handed each of the students one of their own virtual spheres; gesturing afterwards with his massive digits for them to try it on, "See if we got the size right", he mentioned.

Each of the meisters tried on their own helmet, rearranging the straps on the back in order to let it fit the best to their heads, or in BlackStar's case: his ego.

"My mind is much larger than all of yours," he said while giving the strap an incredible amount of slack, "Therefore it needs much more room." He attempted to place the helmet on his cranium, and it slid straight off and landed on his foot. BlackStar shrieked in surprise, "YOW! OW OW OW!" he yelled.

Kid was complaining to Patty and Liz about his own helmet, "It has this scratch right here on the left, but there is no scratch on the right. If this is mine then I am the trash of this team, nobody will want to have me and my lousy virtual sphere." He slumped to the ground with tears running, this however quickly stopped as Patty ran her fingernail across the surface of the metal; creating a second scratch on the right hand side. "All better!" she exclaimed, already having drawn on her own helmet a giraffe design.

Crona was none of the better, Ragnarok was continuously trying to take off his helmet and put it on himself. "NO!" Ragnarok shrieked, "I need one too! Otherwise you'll be in there without me, and I will pick off your fingernails.

"Stop, Ragnarok, I need to get this on"

"SO DO I!"

Behind them, Death walked up and plopped a miniaturized virtual sphere on Ragnarok's head. "We even had one made for you."

"OH NOW YOU'RE TALKING!" The small black creature exclaimed.

They were all starting to calm down and get the helmets finally fitted when the shadow that had been following them appeared… by falling from the ceiling where he was concealed.

"OOF, OUCH!" Spirit yelled out as he landed on his butt, bruising the bone.

"It was his idea," said a voice from the ceiling. Up there was another figure, this one in a white patchwork labcoat, Dr Stein. "He wanted to scare Maka, don't blame me for that."

"OI, STEIN, YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T TELL!" Spirit yelled from the floor as he rubbed his butt, trying to lessen the pain. "You said that you would just help me sneak around! Not tell everyone that I was here to try to scare my baby girl!"

Maka groaned, "Dad, stop. This would not ever be funny, or even scary. You just aren't like that."

Stein dropped to the ground lightly and held out his hand to Spirit, who swatted it away and stood up on his own; flinching at the sore rump.

"So!" Spirit said, "How are you doing Maka? Maka? Maka?"

Maka, and everyone else in the room had magically disappeared.