The rising Sun smiled upon those beneath it. Its gentle waves of heat washing over the earth and all its inhabitants. Squirrels crawled upon the trunks of trees they called home, leaves were being rustled by the playful winds of mother nature. People walked on sidewalks and drove in cars going about their early mornings, stray cats stretched and bathed their fur in the warm sun rays. A bird on a power line watched these happenings indifferently as it was part of its everyday life since the day it cracked its shell and was greeted with the sun and its mother's mothers beautiful, dark blue feathers, that it had thankfully inherited. The blue jay groomed its wings thoughtfully before looking around, its little head swiveled left and right. It hopped off of its spot on the warm powerline and flew past other birds. It glided above the metal boxes that raced across the street and dipped under the metal poles that held the boxes of flashing light. The blue jay flapped its wings and rose into the sky enjoying how the cold winds caressed its feathers. Others of its kind took flight alongside it and they all flocked together. Fluttering their wings, showing how high they could go, stretching their pinion’s to the fullest and presenting their abstractly colored feathers to one another in friendly competition. The blue jay enjoyed its fun before it turned it head and took a sharp downward turn to the right, going for a nice windowsill that the light hit just perfectly for sunbathing. Fluttering its wings to slow its descent and perched itself on the edge of the windowsill, its claws anchoring it as it lifted its head to greet the sun.
As it bathed itself in the light a shudder ran through its body. The blue jay chirped in confusion, a predator was near but it had a full view of the land before it from its high perch. No matter where it looked it could not find the source of its worry. Its chirps grew in volume and speed as it tried to taunt and draw out its adversary, to no avail. Movement from the corner of its eye caught its attention. It hopped in place to turn to the side so it could look directly in the direction of the movement. From where the bird stood it could see long pieces of black cloth hanging loosely from inside the window on either side, the black cloths casted a shadow upon the bed that was positioned in front of it and the figure atop it. That, however, did not keep the bird's attention for long, two red piercing orbs of light seemed to stare right into its soul. The blue jay stood petrified, its body as still as a statue, the only hint of it being alive was the slow up and down movement of its chest. The bird felt as if it was once again inside of its egg, but instead of the warmth and safety it remembered, it only felt cold as if it was submerged in a pond of cold water and it could not move. It was drowning in the red. After an uncomfortable 5 seconds that seemed to stretch far longer, the bird screeched in alarm as sound and sensation slammed into it and thrusted it back into full awareness. It flapped its wings as quickly and strongly as it could to fly away from the horror that had petrified it.
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Blinking their eyes lazily they watched the bird they were staring at fly away in an apparent hurry. Their mind was slow and stuffy and their head was ringing, not in an uncomfortable or bad way, it was just ringing. Slowly they blinked again and a sigh of relief escaped their body in a breath they hadn't realized they were holding. They didn't know why they were so relieved to be able to blink. They didn't remember. But they didn’t think of it too long, a sentence suddenly came to mind, “Worrying is bad for your health, it will also affect your ability to study for your test, you don't need to worry about….”. They couldn't remember exactly what was said after that, only incoherent mumbling came after, but taking the advice of the sentence that appeared in their head they did not worry about it. They slowly shifted on the…bed(?) they were on. It looked more like a large family dining table that turned into a mattress.
They carefully lifted themselves from the bed, their palms sinking into the incredibly soft mattress, they felt two weights on their chest jiggle from their movements. They looked down in mild surprise at the two mounds that jutted out from their chest, the size of the bust being more of a surprise than the breasts themselves. They remembered having breasts before, not nearly as ‘sizeable’ as the ones they sported now but they had them. It would seem that they were a she again. They titled their head to the side, where did they remember being a she before? …She didn't remember. She raised a hand and poked one of the breasts on the side with a long dark red nail, the left boob she had poked only swayed a bit before stilling. She did not know what they expected to happen, but whatever it was it didn't happen. Turning her attention elsewhere she looked at the single ray of sunlight that penetrated from in between the black curtains that were slightly separated from one another. It was the only ray of light that was present anywhere in the room, the rest of the large space was shrouded in complete darkness, but she had not noticed as her eyes scanned the room effortlessly. She spotted an overly large mirrored-dresser next to a door, an even larger desk with only a laptop on top of it next to another door, and a comfy sofa and bean bag that were sat next to, (you guessed it), another door. In her vision it all appeared to be in normal lighting, the ray of light on the other hand seemed to be literally shining.
She barely remembered the feeling of the sun, how warm it felt, she could only imagine, but she was about to refresh her memory. She stretched her hand toward the ray and felt a little resistance in the back of her head that only grew the closer she drew to the sunlight. She felt a bit confused but ignored it and pushed through, managing to put her whole hand under the glorious light of the morning sun. That was her first mistake. “HIIIISSSSSS!!!” a sound that she did not recognize as her own escaped her throat as she pulled her hand back.
She looked at her hand in shock and agony as it popped and crackled, turning her skin an angry, ugly red as blisters popped and yellow puss ran down her wrist. She held her forearm tightly and hissed in more pain than she thought was possible again, before gritting her teeth as hard as possible to hold back her cries. She jolted in shock as she felt pain in her gums and a cold liquid slipped past her lips. She opened her mouth with much effort and lifted her hand from her forearm that shook from her extreme agony. Touching the inside of her mouth and she felt her teeth had grown extremely sharp. Running her finger along her teeth to distract herself from the feeling of her skin melting off, she ran a finger down her upper canine and felt its length end under her bottom lip with a pointed tip. ‘Extremely long and sharp teeth’, she noted with surprising clarity and as much calm as she could muster. She looked at the sorry state of her hand, a painful tingling sensation had started to overtake the absolute torture she was going through during the 10-15 seconds she took too wallow in her self-pity. ‘An extremely deadly reaction to sunlight…’ the flesh on her hand started to mend itself together again, it was as grotesque as it was fascinating, she could see thin lines of her skin stretch and connect with another piece of skin and pull together before they seemed to stitch themselves to one another and resettle on their rightful place among her hand, ‘And acute regeneration.’ She watched in relief as her hand’s pulsing red skin toned down a bit, though the blisters were still present on her hand.
‘It's obvious at this point…’, she closed and opened her hand, the pain was still there and still made her want to pass out even if she couldn’t for some reason. Her body shook at the unanticipated feeling of…anger made itself known from the backseat of her mind.
A knock startled her from continuing her thoughts. She turned her head so fast she was surprised it didn't snap, another two knocks drew her attention to the door next to the desk. “Miss Serpens?” a smooth, youthful voice sounded from beyond the door. The feeling of anger in her chest only grew more incensed by the boredom and callousness in which her name was spoken. The disrespectful tone, that challenged her authority as the one and only child of the Serpens’ household, she was able to hear from her increased perception, which she didn't have the mind to question. She snarled in rage as she launched herself from the bed, and rushed at the door the infuriating voice came from behind. She felt as if her body was being controlled by something else but also her at the same time, and the feeling of anger that was most strongly centered at the back of her head soon spread, almost completely affecting the forefront of her mind as well, as if it were a disease. The anger she felt multiplied to a feeling akin to that of being delirious with rage. She reached the door with speed she did not care to inquire about and gripped the brass knob and squeezed, the feeling of the door knob bending and breaking under her power calmed her down somewhat. “...Miss Serpens?”, the voice called again, less antagonizing and more amused. She ceased her heavy breathes of fury as she did not need to breathe, it would only embarrass her more than her little outburst.
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Closing her eyes she tried to calm her mind once again. ‘There was no reason to be angry’, she thought. The raging emotion that she felt had extended from the recesses of her head stayed in defiance of her attempt at soothing it. ‘Why are you so angry?’, it felt appropriate to address this thing in her head as another individual. The picture of a man with pale chocolate skin similar to hers appeared in her mind, his hair was like an extremely curly mop on his head but he somehow pulled it off well, it was gelled back onto his head revealing his forehead, pointed eyebrows, piercing purple eyes, and disgustingly handsome face that sported a sly smile. The word bastard appeared in her head with the image of the man. The amount of animosity she felt come from the back of her mind almost made her hate him just as much. “Miss Serpens, if you are not going to answer then i would advise not yelling so early in the morning. Some people actually like to sleep in.” The voice was dripping with condensation that made her want to rip out the throat of the face it was attached to. She slowly turned the knob and opened the door just a little. She tried to devoid her face of as much emotion as she could before looking straight into the purple eyes that looked back at her with emotions she didn't dare dissect lest she ‘accidentally’ poke them out. He smiled cockily at her while she simply stared back holding back from becoming a literal volcanic eruption of wrath. His smile faltered a bit as he looked at her in confusion before he reverted to a similar blank stare. Her grip on the door became so tight the knob nearly broke off as he started speaking again,”I see Miss has decided to awake early today. Is there a special event at school today?”. Unlike before, his voice was even and his eyes peered into the slit between the door and doorway where only one of her eyes could be seen.
“No.” she simply stated, making sure her voice was not too high nor low. They looked at each other for a second longer before she slowly closed the door again, his eyes flickered to surprise for a moment until he seemed to think of something and simply smiled slyly at her before he was shut out with a click of the door. She let go of the crushed door knob and looked at her hand, she flexed it hearing the sounds of her bones grinding together, she made a closed fist and flexed again, blue-green veins popped out on her skin they looked dead and dry with no blood running through them. She blinked and looked at the ceiling above, it glittered in the dark with a material she didn’t remember, it wasn't important. She directed her attention to the mirrored-dresser a bit away from her and she walked towards it. She leaned down to look at herself inside of the mirror and her eyes were met with piercing red ones. She ran her uninjured hand down her face, ignoring the blood that was starting to dry on her lips and cheeks. That thing looked like her, he stole her face, her beautiful and unique features. She delicately touched the sides of her face with her fingertips, he didn't deserve her beauty. That half-bred, loathsome bastard that only deserved dea-
She stopped herself from continuing that train of thought. She righted herself and looked at her body that defied the laws of physics. Her, and not to brag, humongous breasts didn’t sag or hang but perked up unrealistically. Her ass and thighs jutted out from her tiny waist that was honestly painful to look at. She supposed the only plus that came with this body was her imposing height, a full 6’7 feet. She looked like a ridiculously photo shopped model, in her humble opinion. Not that she had many memories of her original body but she was damn sure she didn't look like an anime character that stepped out of the T.V. In the back of her mind she felt what could be the mental equivalent of a scoff coupled with the feeling of being wronged. She could swear she could hear that little voice say, ‘Who are you to come into my body without permission and then disrespect said body?!’. She concurred, “I apologize.” she said under her breath. The back of her mind settled down barely at that, she could still feel its presence, like a rock resting inside her mind. Deciding she could do something more productive than ogling at herself dressed in a silk nightgown, she turned to the desk with only the laptop atop of it. She made her way over and sat in the chair that seemed too luxurious to be a desk chair as its fine leather warmed her cold buttocks. Why was the chair already warm? She didn't know and she didn't think it was important. She opened the laptop that came to life, thankfully without a password screen. She went onto the browser called ‘NightOwl’, and tabs that were already opened greeted her. A tab called ‘OnlookersHaven.com’ that had a dashboard filled with information about her.
Name
Status
Day of Conjuring
Tell us about Yourself!
Malecia Morticia Von Serpens
Active
Dating
Adult
3/1/2938
My dear Confidants, it has been highly requested that I acquire an O.H account. I will try to post many photos of myself on this account, I hope you all find this entertaining.
She, now named Malecia, looked down to the bottom of the computer to see the date; February 12, 3052. She didn’t want to do math right now so just settled for the obvious fact that she was old as fuck. A feeling of indignation sprouted from the back of her mind. Malecia ignored it and scrolled down on the page. She had quite a number of followers, a whopping 667.k. She scrolled some more and found the reason why. Cleavage, thighs,her beautiful face and puckered lips were all on display on almost every picture she had on her page she felt blinded by the sights she saw, thank god above it was all mostly vanilla. She stopped at a particular photo that showed a man sitting next to her, his bushy eyebrows pushed together in annoyance, his smooth and tanned face fixed in a reluctant expression, and his hands balled into fists on his thighs. She was practically throwing herself onto him as she gave him a big, messy kiss on the cheek. If she had a heartbeat she was sure it would be thundering in her chest, if she had flowing blood it would surely be flooding towards her cheeks and other less desirable places. Feelings of love, adoration and care slammed into her brain so hard she actually had to turn her head away from the picture. “What the hell?” she gasped breathlessly. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together and cleared her mind as best she could. The name ‘Jason’ kept being called in her mind over and over as if it were a mantra. She opened her eyes again and turned her head back towards the screen, now that she was more prepared, the feelings that rushed towards the front of her mind when she looked at the man in the photo crashed against the metaphorical barrier she built around her mind. She clicked onto the photo and read the description; ‘On a date with my future Hubby♥️ Shoutout to Blood Moon Steakhouse for the lovely food and reservation!’
She hummed to herself under her breath and clicked on the man in the picture. A little box rose from where Malecia had clicked containing the man’s account that said, ‘@JasonLuccheses’. Malecia clicked on it and arrived at his account page.
Name
Status
Day of Conjuring
Tell us about Yourself!
Jason Luccheses
Asleep
Single
Adult
4/15/2993
There is nothing interesting about me.
It would seem that the man was a boy, or, more accurately, a baby compared to her. While she smothered the borderline obsessive feelings that tried to burst out of their restraints she scrolled down his page and found no photos. His status was single, his description had nothing of substance, and the only instance that he was romantically involved with another was the single photo on her page. She pressed back on the page to back to the photo and looked at the date; 2/14/3048, over 4 years together and this was the only photo of them together. Either Malecia was delusional or she had an extremely one-sided relationship that she was oblivious to. Disbelief, hurt and anger that did not seem like a fit response to such a simple statement slammed against the imaginary wall blocking the front of her mind. She grit her teeth and closed the laptop. Malecia stretched her back as she leaned back into the warmth of her chair and looked at her injured hand in thought.
‘Drama.’