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Why did that phrase haunt his life so? One would think that sleep would be the one thing that protects him from it, but alas, it finds him there more easily than ever. "What is it, Lillian?" he groaned from beneath the covers.
"Master, my doll moves!"
He thought for a moment before remembering the ventriloquist dummy she won at the fair. "Those are supposed to do that, Lillian."
"And it talks, too!"
He didn't really give Lillian enough credit to work out an entire act and play dumb just enough to give it a good setup, so this was suspicious. However, he found his limbs paralyzed from a combination of sleep and a 148 pound doggirl perched on him, and so decided to ignore this whole ordeal for now. At least no part of Lillian was stuck in anything.
"I'll see it later. Go and play ball or something."
And with that, he was able to sleep for another hour.
He awoke to a strange noise coming from down the hall. Like old machinery, but...wooshier. Like if the doors in
The Dream EngineA defenseless comb was mercilessly dragged through a horrific tangle of something that passed as a moustache. It was a big day, and nothing was going to ruin it. Certainly not a poorly-groomed lip-warmer.
Even as he hopelessly attempted to make the unspeakable mass of hair on his face bearable, Prof. Mecha plotted how the entire day would go. He would have to dismiss Alexis on the not-so-false grounds that she was annoying and useless without an assigned task, and then the magic could begin. The Dream Engine had already been completed and split in preparation for his sinister surgery.
As he yanked on his facial hair by proxy, the mad genius thought back. It was risky trusting one of the giant, man-eating natives of this world, but even genetic engineering had its drawbacks. Long before he was whisked away, he did a great deal of it.
While every experiment was significant at the time, the professor now held no real appreciation for his ultra-gerbils or humminghawks. Instead, he recalled
DirectionLuke's life had always had a half-empty feeling to it. Before he was cosmically dumped into a world of chaos, he had parents. These parents were good and loving, but he knew that he was adopted. He could feel it. Besides that, nobody in his family had snow white hair or nearly lime green eyes.
He could deal with being adopted, but it seemed to come with a sense of detatchment. Just like the rest of the world, his parents felt dull. Functioning on a different level. They were missing something very important, but he had no idea what.
Whatever it was, she had it. When he spoke with her, he felt as though he had actually contacted someone for the second time in his life. The strange part was that he couldn't remember the first.
A strange sensation washed over him. Ever since he arrived here, it had been coming and going more powerfully and frequently than usual. It felt like the missing half of his life. Granted, it came at the cost of the first half, but it felt important. It felt like i
InductionIt had been a day since the Jill-in-the-box decided on a form to manifest. Iggy had left her at home to inform Misty what they were dealing with, and by the time he returned, she had settled on the name Jaqueline X. Mercutioner. When informed that it sounded moronic, she simply stuck her tongue out at the shy blonde and flopped down onto his bed.
"So, any human stuff I should know before I go and play?" she asked nonchalantly, "'cause I've seen horror movies, and all of that screaming is annoying."
"I think you'd be less scary in public," the boy commented, "I'm just afraid you'll stab me to death, possibly eat the body if that's even possible, and escape into the night."
"Nah. Sounds messy. Pass," she dismissed, "besides, I didn't intend for my first human meal to be ACTUAL HUMAN."
So she emphasized her punchlines, now? Everything in his mind said that it should be an annoying habit, but such an uncalled for burst of enthusiasm just came off as funny. He couldn't help but smile.
GravityMouse ears twitched from behind a tree. Anima was nervous. This was nothing new for her, but this time it was somewhat of a problem. Her blood red eyes shifted to her palm, which contained a (proportionally) loudly snoring fairy.
"Ah...um...excuse me..." the neera's tiny voice prodded, "I, we...I don't know if...are these...please wake up..."
Sayen, however, did not wake up. Instead, she slurped the drool from the corner of her mouth and rolled over. Anima's hand was getting tired.
An icy voice crept up her back. "Who are you and why do you have my scout?" it said.
Being clenched in a fist to the sound of screaming was enough to rouse the fairy. "Wh-wha-WHAT!?" she blurted as she sat up, "Whazza...Amina?"
The Portia dridder swept some of her long silver hair aside, yet was careful not to disturb her bangs. "So you are voluntarily with this...girl, Sayen?" she questioned almost angrily.
The sandy-haired girl shook her head and glanced up to the giant terrified neera. "I...she...I got ti
Alexis the CyborgA rather attractive piece of flotsam drifted up on the shore of the Topazial Sea. It had long straight black hair reaching down its back, a slender frame rounded by exceptionally full breasts (even by local standards,) and eight lengthly emerald green tentacles. Also interesting was the fact that it was 84 feet tall, or would be were it standing. Anyone well-versed in Felaryan aquatic life would likely be immediately able to tell that this beached beauty was in fact a Chlaena, and upon closer inspection, anyone at all could confirm that several pieces of its flesh were missing or injured. Its deep blue eyes struggled open, and for a moment it spotted the figure of a human approaching it excitedly. Then the image blurred into darkness.
When the blue eyes opened again, the Chlaena found itself in a strange place. Though it was on land and hours must have passed since it washed up on shore, it wasn't dying. It considered that it might already be dead, since something grey was above it, ra
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