Day one, technically it was day five as Myles had spent Saturday night through Tuesday night in a bubble of suspended time. Again, he got to dress up like a big metal rabbit while others were giving Newton the finger. Life was not fair. By the grace of whatever gods may be out there the town had not been dangling in the fae realms long enough for the big feeding frenzy to begin. Myles had found only two dead so far, but the number was probably more.

“Stick to the plan Endevour.” He said trying to convince himself he was making the right call. The route he was running had just taken him through the park, he was now bolting towards the harvest site with several fae hot on his tail. This would be his third pull of the day. Barrington had warned him that fae incursions levels were higher than should be normal, but these encounter rates would have him soiling his pants. Brown would clash horribly with his armour.

Reaching the harvest site at breakneck pace Myles spun one hundred and eighty degrees and ploughed a furrow into the loose stones of the old quarry as he came to a stop. His mentor he thought would have had some graceful backflip or something to show off, but Myles in comparison was a brick. Still, no one wants a brick speeding towards their face, it was that feeling that flashed for attention in the minds of the bogglebears and fernseherfetts through the apoplectic rage they felt towards Trigger users. Myles had launched himself towards the train of abominations operating under the mistaken impression they were the ones hunting him. Chopping, slashing and impaling, the white rabbit armoured Trigger user cut down thirteen in total. the first run through the town had netted six, the second run ten. More things on the other side were taking notice of the town. Llex has revised his estimates a few times as he spent more time able to scan the area and the cracks that existed here. He had said this was the first technological turn he has seen induced, all the previous ones had been natural or a result of magic. Fairies, aliens, ghosts so why not magic Myles thought.

‘Llex, do ghosts… fly up your bum.” asked Myles.

“Depends how nicely you ask them, some might do it quid pro quo, some might just take cash.” Said Llex.

The answer had somehow left more questions in its wake and Myles decided to quit while he was ahead. He made plans to go on holiday if ghosts were ever involved… just in case.

“What time is it Llex?”

“Just gone noon Myles, going by my calculations of the arrival rates you have time for a bit of a sit down before you need to get back to it.” Said Llex

Myles was exhausted, he was overcompensating for his lack of skill and experience by going hard and going fast. A fae, no matter how tough or strong, are much less of a threat when the thinking parts take heavy damage. He could really do with one of those Jetpacks. Upon arriving home Myles dismissed his armour headed into the kitchen and made a butty loaded with dangerous levels of ham held down by a tag team of cheese and pickle. Charlie pottered over and glared. The furry apex predator was not pleased with his home arrest.

“Suck it up Charlie, I’m not risking you outside in all of this.”

Charlie glared.

“I’ll bring you home a fat bag of catnip."

Charlie glared.

“And a big chicken.”

Charlie wondered off to find someplace warm to sleep having negotiated appropriate recompense.

“I swear that cat knows exactly what I’m saying sometimes.” said Myles

“There are cases where animals that have spent a long time exposed to cracks in reality going a bit funny so it’s entirely possible.” said Llex

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“Funny how exactly?” asked Myles cautiously.

“Usefully they go funny by eating people, I think it's the basis of a few bits of folklore.” said Llex

Myles made a mental note to make it a very big bag of catnip as he ate his lunch. Between bites, he decided to bite the bullet and ask something that had been on his mind.

“Llex, what are you? I mean you are clearly more than a talking watch?”

“Thank you for noticing.” said Llex. “I can’t tell you much due to security clearances, but you know that ship John is looking for? I’m basically its brain…”

“And?” said Myles hoping for some extra clarification on what was just dropped.

“I told you I couldn’t tell you much.” said Llex.

Lunch was capped off by a cuppa and a biscuit for dunking. The rest did not seem like long enough. But this was day one of the turn, Myles couldn’t let himself flag this early in the game. So he set out on his optimised fairy catching route for the forth time that day.

“HARMLESS LITTLE BUNNY LEAPS FOR THE STARS, THAT'S NO ORDINARY RABBIT!”

He was going to change the transformation announcement if it killed him. A problem for future Myles though, for now he needed to cull the invading abominations and keep as many alive as possible. He had spoken to Llex again this morning before he began about how being in a turn affects people. It was not entirely predictable as their brains would be telling them something was off, but also doing its hardest to ignore all the horrific things it could not properly comprehend such as regular monster sightings and the internet going down. He wondered what the town currently looked like from the outside, would it be flickering and jittering about like the fae creatures he fought? If the turn carried on long enough and food started to run out, that was when the big problems would start.

Picking up speed Myles ran through the town centre. As luck would have it a Billunben had made an appearance. Billunben were dangerous, flexible and pretty disgusting under their pottery golem armour. But that was in a proper fight. Myles was not going to give it a proper fight. He accelerated and before the Billunben could notice him he was smashing through the gooey centre like it was a cadburys cream egg with a shoulder tackle. Next came one of the sea urchin creatures he had first seen the other day, a strategically applied Knuckle Buster revealed to Myles that something could be both moist goop and charred at the same time. He had been hoping not to smell burnt seafood, but the actual smell of the burnt sea urchin monster made Myles wish it had stank of burnt sea food.

By the time Myles was at the Arkwright & Fletcher construction site he was kiting four fae. Three fernseherfetts and one whistler. He was not happy to see one of those pink arseholes again. Not that he had ever been a fan of the things that had killed him and started this whole mess, but attacking his Mum’s house had earned them a permanent slot on his shit list. That was when Myles saw the woman trapped under some rubble. Presumable the fernseherfetts had been wrecking the place before he had arrived. Myles could not help her with several fae in toe, he might be their target, but he would have to be in close proximity to free her and the meant exposing her to small pack of raging fairies. This was one fo those tough decisions. Myles made the call, he led the fae further away. Along the way he picked up more fae, all driven into a frenzy. By the time he made it to the harvest site he had a compliment of fifteen to deal with. He was very great full his HUD highlighted weak points. It allowed him to deploy his basic attacks with maximum efficiency. When that failed, red thunder applied to the face normally did the job. The whistler managed to punt Myles high in the air and a clumsy landing left Myles with the wind knocked out of him and a limp. Trying to rush the fight had caused several careless mistakes and Myles paid the price.

A battered Myles Endeavour made it back to the Arkwright & Fletcher construction site not twenty minutes later. He would rescue the woman and get her someplace where medical attention could be applied. He was… too late. Three whistlers were stood over where the woman had been. Long snouts snorted up a thick pool of liquid on the ground where the woman had been. Myles free in his tracks. Was this his fault, could he have fought the fae there and then and saved the woman. Pragmatic choices and lowest possible casualties would be no comfort to the woman who was being sucked up like a tropane alkaloid. There was no whistles this time, just the slurp slurp slurp of liquified human.

Small jolts of red lightning arced off of Myles as he walked towards the whistlers. There was a rage boiling in his chest, rage at himself for letting this happen, rage at what these bastards were doing, rage at every last whistler for stepping into our world and taking a steaming dump on his life. Myles preferred to run, he preferred not to be seen. He probably needed therapy. Today, in this moment, he would not only be seen, he would make their eyes bleed looking at him.

“Your mother must be so proud” Myles said

“Myles no!” warned Llex, but it was too late.

Three prink heads drew up from their meal and stared with cold dead eyes at the human who dared use that sacred title in its filthy mouth.

“Whooooooooooooee-uueeeet” said future punching bag number one

“Whoooooooooee-uueeeet” said future punching bag number two

“Whooooooee-uueet” said future punching bag number three

“I know you ball sacks understand english, if fact I’m pretty sure you learned it just so you had a wider range of people to be offended by.” Said Myles

“Whoooooooooee-uueet” said future punching bag number two

“I’ll spare you the recap as you all have some weird incest hive mind bullshit going on so you know who I am. But maybe jack up that connection because I want you all to hear this.”

“Whooooooee-uueet” said future punching bag number one, with what Myles would have worse sounded like curiosity.

“Your mother…” began Myles

“Oh fuck” said Llex

“Is a dog-shit tier Oedipus complex enabling space beast with manky tits and breath that stinks like all the cocks in Hull. I can’t begin to imagine how lazy the fat fuck is if her best life is slobbing about and letting you pink twats sick up in her mouth for food. In case you, I’m talking directly to you now Queen of the pink shit weasels, are too thick to understand. Get off my planet. Stay off my planet. Or I’ll cut your fucking head off and found a republic.” said Myles Endeavour

As one the three whistlers, dead eyes full of killing intent lunged for Myles and met death.

On the other side, in a dark place, something ancient, something gigantic was furious.