Comm of a blue dude getting Angela'd.

They say that Atlas Shrugged, but in this case it is far more likely that Atlyss Shagged. Okay, I'll stop, lol.

Anyway, here's the story:

Bonus Story:


Disavowing the usual intrinsic warnings regarding the nature of seemingly abandoned structures, the lone wanderer continued forth. However, despite his critical lack of foresight in at least one area, he had sense enough to at least prevent vision from becoming a hinderance as well as he issued out a single pale glow of luminosity from his torch.

What it caught in its irregular display sent shivers of wonder through the whole of his being: So bespeckled were the archways running through the chambers, it was as though each individual fixed point of reflected light was there to send a short greeting and then immediately blend back into its proper coloration.

As his eyes made merry of the gigantic display of the chromatically frivolous depths, he steadily cast his attention to the main point of the whole structure: the fathoms of tomes and other literary supplements meant as a crossroads between utter ignorance and pure enlightenment. Each volume alone in its sheer mass could put to shame many a grayed scholar, and yet the crusader of curiosity casually claimed a copy to calm his conscience.

Indeed, even in the face of such odds leaning otherwise, he had managed to procure a rather rudimentary hardback that gave a summation of the area. His interests soon narrowed to what secrets, if anything, could this place be jealously tucking away from him. What lied in store, indeed, should have lent more than a deaf ear...

Speaking for the first time since his unwelcome entry, he issued a fraction of the inked warning out loud: "Says here an 'ominous fate' awaits all intruders." That snuck a short chuckle out of him. "Pah, probably just some bull meant to spook people." he smirked, rolling his slanted eyes.



"I mean, really." He soliloquized sourly, "Who thinks that some spooky book is going to grind to a halt all that research I did just to get here?! The place is probably packed with goodies, and I'm not gonna just stand around here reading about how some crackpot thinks he gonna stop me!"

With that, he stood up in a huff and prepared to delve further into the space, except that there was a short matter of some discomfort to deal with first. "Ah! Was there something in lunch that disagreed with me here?" He glanced down at the neon-pink tendril poking out of his midsection. "Oh, yep yep yep, something reaaaaly disagreed with me there." With that, he let out a sharp cry of pain and collapsed in a writhing heap of spasmic limbo.

In a manner that was completely contrary to the mass of wriggling flesh and metamorphosizing appendages, a draconic form let out a sing-song tune that doubled as her manner of speaking: "Oh~ but the fate is quite real indeed." She spoke to the prostrated sack of gooey fluff. "But alas, we must hasten the changes! Your mind must be preserved just enough to be properly rewritten."

She gathered what was quickly becoming an uncannily similar form to her own and grasped with great vigor at two mammate forms located just below the front of the double's shoulders. More out of a sense of obligation than actual curiosity, the original beckoned the imitation's attention with a short interrogative: "Do you feel it?"

The doppelganger could only softly moan in return, so the primary continued to deepen her hold and whispered right to the very soul she had so altered. "How about now?"

"Yes! Yes, yes I do..." The faithful copy returned.

"Good. Now just a few pesky things left and-"

"Perfection!" The exact replica excitedly exclaimed.

Pleased, Angela admired he work with large, marveling eyes. So great was the payoff, in fact, that she gave an almost fateful declaration by claiming "Success! Time for the next iteration post haste!"