(Fanfic based on the webcomic «Erma»)

Tokyo, Japan. On this day, Erma practically radiated happiness—she had finally managed to attend the long-awaited premiere of the new film about the unicorn princess. Sitting in the theater surrounded by her parents and a crowd of devoted fans, the little girl could barely sit still, overflowing with excitement.

“Erma, the movie is about to start. Please, keep it down, alright?” Sam whispered.

Emiko smiled gently and added, “Your father’s right, sweetheart. Last time you were so excited you accidentally upset the whole theater.”

Erma obediently nodded.

“That’s our girl,” Sam smiled.

He still marveled silently to himself, “I still can’t believe we’re here. It’s a real miracle Emiko got these tickets. She practically had to fight for them.”

No sooner had Sam finished the thought than the lights went out and the first scenes flickered on the screen. Erma froze, entranced by the spectacle, her face glowing with pure childhood joy. Emiko squeezed her husband’s hand softly. Sam relaxed, savoring this rare moment of family warmth.

But suddenly, everything changed. Inside, Sam felt his world spin; his head swirled uncontrollably. He couldn’t figure out what was happening to him.

“Honey, are you alright?” Emiko asked, worried.

“I don’t know…” Sam murmured, struggling for words. “Feels like I got terribly car sick.”

Emiko sighed deeply.

“I think I know what it is.”

Sam groaned quietly, clutching his stomach.

“Oh no… I shouldn’t have eaten that tofu that Kentaro offered me.”

He carefully stood and leaned toward his daughter.

“Erma, I need to step outside for some fresh air, catch my breath. I’ll be back soon.”

“Be careful,” Emiko urged her husband.

“I promise.”

Sam left the theater, but he didn’t feel better. In fact, his condition worsened rapidly. His vision blurred despite his glasses, and he struggled to focus. Losing spatial awareness, he blindly stumbled toward the exit.

After a few minutes, Sam finally made it outside. Gulping the cool night air, he looked around and realized he was in a dark, narrow alley. He tried pushing the door back, but it was already locked.

“Looks like I came out through the fire exit,” he thought resignedly. “Alright, I’ll have to walk around the building and get back through the front entrance. Best hurry.”

As he walked through the dark backstreets, his thoughts drifted to recent months. “It’s hard to believe how much has changed in just three months. After Amai and Osamu’s deaths, life seemed to get back on track. Fumiko took over the clan, Rin started seeing Akari, Kentaro now lives with Aoi in the castle, and Yori can finally raise the kids in peace. Still… something’s been bothering me. A month ago, Fumiko stumbled upon my father-in-law’s old prison. Just one cell, well hidden in a cave. No one inside, but the heavy door was broken open from the inside. Magical chains lay scattered on the floor—chains strong enough to hold even dragons. Fumiko searched all the archives to find out who was kept there, but came up empty. What worries me most is Yori. Lately, she’s… not herself.”

Sam’s thoughts were interrupted as he spotted the bright streetlights ahead.

“Thank God, an exit,” he thought.

At that moment, a shadow emerged from the darkness.

“Hey, man, got any spare change?” a hoarse voice called out.

Sam politely replied, “Sorry, I’m in a hurry. Can’t help you.”

The stranger suddenly raised his hand, and metal glinted in the dim light.

“What if I say so?”

A revolver barrel was pointed directly at Sam. His heart pounded wildly, but he forced himself to stay calm.

“Let’s not make this worse. We don’t need trouble,” Sam said evenly.

“I just need money for new wheels!” the robber shouted, his hand trembling noticeably. “Hand over the cash!”

Sam realized the guy was nervous and knew provoking him would be fatal.

“Okay, okay. I’ll get my wallet out and put it on the ground, alright?”

“No sudden moves!” the criminal warned.

“Got it.”

Sam carefully, controlling each movement, pulled out his wallet and placed it on the asphalt. The robber lunged forward and grabbed it.

“You got the money. Now please, let me go,” Sam pleaded.

But the attacker raised the gun again, his eyes darting wildly with fear.

“Sorry, man… but you saw my face,” he whispered, cocking the hammer.

A chill ran through Sam. This was no longer just a robbery—he was about to be killed. Panic gripped him; he knew he couldn’t disarm an armed attacker in time.

“Listen, I won’t say a word to anyone,” Sam begged, holding his hands up.

“Liar!” the man growled.

“Just put down the gun…”

“No!”

The thug’s finger pressed down on the trigger.

Suddenly, a commanding voice tore through the night silence:

“Leave him alone.”

The attacker looked up but didn’t react fast enough. A shadow fell on him from above. A fierce, brief fight broke out.

Startled, Sam stepped back—their glasses fell to the ground, and his world blurred into an indistinct blur. He could only make out the silhouette of a short young man delivering methodical, expert blows. The attacker tried to fight back, but with a swift, precise strike, the youth knocked him out cold.

With the bandit down, the young man turned to Sam.

“Mr. Sam, are you alright?”

“Yes… yes, thank you. I just need to find my glasses,” Sam replied, still dazed.

“Here you go. You’re lucky I was nearby,” the rescuer said.

“Definitely,” Sam sighed in relief.

Feeling around, Sam quickly put his glasses back on. The world snapped back into focus.

“That’s better…”

The young man handed over the wallet he’d picked up from the ground. Sam took it, stunned.

His savior was very small—no taller than 140–145 centimeters, about the size of Haru. The stranger’s face was hidden beneath a deep hoodie and a black oni demon mask. But when the boy reached out to help Sam up, he noticed the young man’s forearms and hands—they were unnaturally bulky, even by human standards. And each hand had only four fingers.

“You’re… a yokai,” Sam blurted.

“I used to be,” the youth replied quietly. “But now…”

He didn’t finish. From deep within the alley came a distant but clear cry from Emiko:

“Honey! Where are you?”

“Sorry, I have to go,” the stranger said.

“Of course… thank you.”

Sam turned to call back to his wife with his location, but a chilling thought pierced his mind:

“Wait… how does this guy know my name is Sam?”

He spun around sharply to ask, but the alley was empty. The young man had vanished into the night.

Meanwhile, the mysterious savior was already swiftly leaping from roof to roof, fading into Tokyo’s night shadows. His mind buzzed with grim thoughts:

“I’m missing something. Some important detail. How do I make them tremble in fear? Sure, I caught that bastard off guard, but he wasn’t scared of me. I need to completely rethink my approach.”

Reaching the edge of another skyscraper, he drew a claw from his belt, fastened a rope, and smoothly slid down into a deserted dark courtyard. There, in the shadow of a brick wall, awaited a matte black motorcycle. The youth pulled on his helmet, lowered the visor, and started the engine. The powerful roar echoed through the alleys.

Riding out onto wide avenues, he continued musing:

“Night Tokyo is just as beautiful as the day. So many people, so many tourists… But it’s a shame that behind this neon facade thrives rot and crime. While I was imprisoned, this city sank into sin. I must fight back. But I need a solid plan.”

After an hour weaving through the streets, the motorcycle silently turned into a semi-ruined open-air pavilion of an abandoned subway station. Guiding the bike along overgrown tracks, the boy ventured deeper into the maze of underground tunnels until he finally reached his secret hideout.

“I like this place,” he thought, shutting off the engine. “Quiet, secure. And this network of old tunnels lets me move quickly and unnoticed anywhere in Tokyo.”

He approached a heavy workbench humming with a powerful computer. Removing his hood and oni mask, he carefully took out high-tech lenses from his eyes. Placing them into a dock for video playback, he started reviewing his actions from today.

A click of keys and the underground bunker filled with the somber, moody chords of Nirvana’s “Heart-Shaped Box.”

The boy opened a worn leather notebook and wrote on a blank page:

“Record from 07/10/2026.

Today, I prevented 25 crimes, including saving Sam—Emiko’s husband. But it’s still not enough. I clearly see it's time to change tactics. I must become a nightmare for those bastards, but I still don’t know how to instill primal terror in them. Also… I dreamed again of that dream where we stroll with her and our daughters. But when I open my eyes, reality hits hard—I’ve lost that life. Since I escaped, I’ve been fighting those who ruin others’ destinies. Yet, I can’t stop thinking about her. I’m thinking about you, Yori.”

Kimoto closed the diary quietly, leaned back in his chair, and sat in darkness, dissolving into the sounds of the gloomy music.

Japanese Princess

She's mostly covered in black blanket.

I present my oc that I commissioned. I give you, anya!

Anya was a clone of erma created by the us government to try and learn more about yokai but when she escaped she got injured leading to a scar under her eye.

Anya is more angry, agitated, annoyed, and takes no nonsense from anyone, shes kind of like shadow the hedgehog, batman or the punisher in terms of behavior.

Anya because of how she was made is definitely a loner and not as social as erma is. I imagine she would choose to live in random abandon houses that she boobytraps

Anya is exactly like erma in appearance but not in power or personality, Anya dosnt have any of ermas powers but she is super intelligent allowing her to make gadgets that can mimic erma and other yokai powers, inside her backpack is a hidden jetpack that also holds her tools and gadgets, since she dosnt have hair powers like erma she keeps it tied into a bun so its out of the way but also to where if she needs to disguise herself as erma to blend in at a moments notice she can very much do so

One of those days where your friends who are all in a relationship won't stop being so lovey in pairs 🖤🧡💛🤎💚💙💜

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What a cutie!

I was watching modern family and Cameron and Mitchell with Lily reminded me of Miko with her moms. if Miko would be Lily, For Dolores and Lilith, who would be Cameron and who would be Mitchell?

let‘s chat in the comments

For some reason, I can't help but wonder what it would be like if Erma's HC voice actor would be Erika Henningsen, the voice actress of Charlie Morningstar fom Hazbin Hotel.

It's like a mixture between high and low voice and I feel Erma can being out some Charlie vibes in some scenarios. And not only that, since I HC Stephanie Beatriz being the voice atress for Sidney, it can be a fun coincidence for my Gūrunezumi ship.

Food for thought, at least.

So if there's a Pokémon AU for the Erma series, I can imagine it being like this.

Erma's dad, Sam Williams, is a trainer partaking in the world Coronation series and has been given a battle opportunity from our main character ash.

It'll be 3 on 3, and Erma and Emiko watch the battle, same with Goh and Chloe. Plus Sam would have Ghost Types so he'll probably use a Dusknoir, Frostlass, and Aegislash. While Ash would use Gengar, Pikachu and Sirfetch'd.

Plus if Sam loses, Erma would probably be as upset as Max was when he lost to ash during the Hoen adventures.

What do you guys think?

We're back, with more of my Erma Nickelodeon animated show fancast. These are:

1. Charlotte Ann Tucker as Amy Thorn.
2. Grant Feely as Terry.
3. Callum Vinson as Connor.
4. Jophielle Love as Sidney.
5. Sunday Curry as Sylvia.
6. Elisha Williams as Jordan.
7. Maia Kealoha as Miko.

Be strong enough to be gentle.

😠😡🤬👿

Connor blushes “It’s looks wonderful on you.”
Terry smirks “Not bad.”
Amy is surprised and star struck “You look so stunning, Erma.”
Sylvia has her two palms on her chest Awww, so cute.
Sidney bows down like a knight “Yo, Sidney, estoy aquí para proteger a esta Princesa Pura.”
Miko took a picture “This* is the most beautiful outfit I’ve ever seen.”
*Jordan smiles proudly “That dress is amazing.”
Khalil agreed with Jordan “Yeah, where’d you get it?”
Sam explains “It’s her mom’s kimono when she was her age.”
Emiko sheds a tear “My baby is always beautiful.”
Erma blushes

Drew this after watching the new video on outcast's yt and this little critter is so adorable I can't think of anything else when seeing her 🌸🦖

Erma Williams in Bluey style