Flying Lotus - Auntie's Lock / Infinitum Play?

~ Unit 1418, Tower E, Kairo Residences, Toukanra District, Anzikerus ~

It was just an average day. Well, as close as you can call it day in the city of Anzikerus. After all, sitting from the balcony of one of its residential starscrapers and watching the bustling city's districts thousands of light-years away can get boring. As is the case for Kovehk. An unassuming dark weaver who had two things in his mind right now; living, and trying something new.

So, with those in mind, he set off to the streets.

~ Anderschmidt St., Toukanra District, Anzikerus ~

For a human from the primary Earth, the average street in Anzikerus would have been jaw-droppingly awe-inspiring, or mind-numbingly terrifying. For Anzikerus's inhabitants, everything was normal. Kovehk was able to make out cephalopods, humans, avians, some off-duty soldiers from The Forest, other weavers, and surprisingly enough, neopathyga. Then, there was the bustling air traffic consisting of public transport vehicles 8 miles long, and light-year long fabric whales, which are more like living islands with towns full of schizophrenic technology on their backs.

But those were not what Kovehk was interested in right now. Ahead of him, to the left of a Grill Shack and some MPs doing routine patrols, was a trinket shop. Normally, Kovehk wouldn't have been interested in trinkets, but being bored today, "Eh, fuck it" he thought.

Moving in closer, the place was called "Steyfaud's Trinkets", "A boring name" Kovehk thought, the owner of which is a dark weaver who's appearance pretty much matched his shop's name.

Except his voice. His ear-grating voice.

"Got some'o me trinkets here!" He happily exclaims. "Gimme bucks, dollars, pounds, pesos! Hell, even a dead body would do! Exchange some, an' you might get a surprise!" He, again, happily exclaims.

Keeping his composure, Kovehk slowly approached Stayfaud's shop. The booming, diabetic voice triggering annoyance within him.

"Oi! We got some fingers! You interested, lad?"

He says to a customer. Kovehk's head throbs.

"An' here, I got this baby! Tiny piece of fine work! What, not interested? How about some bullets?"

He says. Kovehk's head throbs even more.

"Iron plates, steel plates, hydrogen plates, you name it, I sell it!"

Kovehk has come a meter closer. His head throbbing has gotten worse.

"WELCOME TO STEYFAUD'S TRINKETS! THE BEST PLACE IN THE MULTIVERSE TO BUY STUFF!"

Kovehk decides he wants to murder the guy.

Coming up to the front, Kovehk surveyed the trinkets. Metal plates, crowbars, pickled fingers, taxidermied cockroaches, a gummy bear, sugar pistols, bullets, and CDs lined the wall that was behind the owner.
Keeping his head throbbing to a minimum, Kovehk just exhaled and prepared to approach the owner in a friendly ma-

"Hello, sir! What ya gonna buy today?"

Kovehk's eyes suddenly snapped towards the source of the voice, his head throbbing having spiked. The shop owner did not register any danger to himself whatsoever. The owner was pretty plain, soft teeth, soft skin, soft feathery crest, and a ridiculously innocent soft personality.
With those in mind, Kovehk slowly, slowly, pulled his hand behind his back...

...and carefully placed a Canadian dollar on the counter.

"I'll take anything" Kovehk said.

The shop owner was stupidly excited over this. "Just hold on a second, sir!" He said, you exhaled just to relieve your tension over him. He fished under the counter for what seemed like a minute, until, "Here, sir! A one-of-a-kind USB! It's got 1 terabyte space and wireless transfer, but be careful, even I don't know what's in it!" He says, handing over an odd-looking USB. Wishing to finish this fiasco, Kovehk takes it and thanks him. "Good luck and good day to you, sir!" He says.

Flying Lotus - Putty Boy StrutPlay?

~ Kovehk's Personal Compression Unit, Unit 1418, Tower E, Kairo Residences, Toukanra District, Anzikerus ~

Kovehk decided to hit the couch upon entering, and locking, his home, watched some daily news and decided to take one good look at the distant districts of Anzikerus, wanting to rid himself of the shop owner's voice, before opening up his Compression Unit. Normally, a Compression Unit would be have been used as a storage room, but it also served as popular way of doing things in it, without causing potential fuck-ups outside.

Booting up his tablet, Kovehk pulled out the USB and transferred its contents to his device. The USB surprisingly contained just one file. An outdated WeaveMod that appears to have been modified. Scrolling through its options, it seems to have been locked into just one option. Which is something that catches your eyes.

[CUSTOM FAMILIAR CREATION]

A familiar. Kovehk was actually been interested in getting one. Everytime he had...intimate sessions with Taryzog, she spoke of having one in the form of a Philippine eagle, albeit, one she created through her powers. Excited at the chance of making a familiar for himself, Kovehk set down his tablet and grabbed a vial of avian flesh inside his Compression Unit. Clearing a part of the area and setting the opened vial down in the center, Kovehk got to work.

First, he sent a directed weave signal towards to the vial and its fleshy contents. Second, he opened up the Characteristics Menu. Not paying any mind at the locked options, he just inputted species and gender into it and pressed enter. And third, once everything was set, he pressed on a confirmation setting and watched as the flesh became...

...nothing.

Kovehk wasn't surprised though. Just one look at the modded WeaveMod showed him that it was version 4.1. So, Kovehk retried the process, and the vial, and its contents, started shifting into a bulbous shape that rapidly grew into...

...a human sized fleshy ball of feathers with a pair of Pheagle legs.

"...Okay, maybe it's just taking its time to grow" Kovehk thought. Slowly, he could hear a tiny chirping coming from the area wear the head should have been. Then slowly, a growth was rising. A beak came out, followed by a fully-grown Pheagle head. Kovehk was interested at how his familiar was taking shape. Now all he had to do was-

"TOP'O DA MORNIN' TO YA, LADDIES!"

...What in the actual fuck?

Kovehk slowly looked down at his tablet, wanting to know why his creation just sounded like a hyperactive Irishman he vaguely recalled watching. Scrolling through the Characteristics, both locked and unlocked, was when he saw one option, and he stopped.

[RANDOM STEREOTYPES]

Kovehk pondered on who had the nerve to include an option like this, much less lock it. He scrolled through the options one more time.

He stopped at one option that made him come to a complete halt.

[C.HARRIS-TYPE BIOCONSTRUCT]

...Oh, shit.

It was at that moment, that everything erupted into biological chaos. Another pair of Pheagle legs burst out of the familiar's arse. Next, a second Pheagle head rapidly grew out of where the right wing was supposed to be, and it started vomitting in a way that made Kovehk freeze. It vomitted another Pheagle head, then another...and another...and another...before vomitting one more Pheagle head with a goofy eye cover, and promptly vomitted a bottle of scrumpy that it happily drank. Everything was happening so fast, Kovehk realized too late that the original head was vomitting like the second one...and a group of legs that sprouted from the left side.

By then, a completely normal Pheagle head had sprouted...

...and was sipping a cup of coffee from its twisted mockery of a left wing.

The sight left Kovehk...speechless.

"I should've asked if I can get a refund" Kovehk thought.

Deciding to leave his creation inside the Compression Unit for the night, Kovehk got to the exit, looked back at the surprisingly docile Clusterphuckeagle, and sighed.

"I need a fucking drink."