Claire
Time had passed, about a month give or take, a month since I walked into this void of nothingness, one whole month since I fell into the demonic arms of my Alice, my owner.
During that time, things changed, mainly the void, but also a bit of me. The thing I turned into, the Wendigo lookalike, as Alice would say, gained some new features.
At some point during my time being bedded by Alice, the bone gantlets encircling my claws and hand had shattered, leaving behind a sleeker exoskeleton that trailed on the edges of my claws before converging on my palm, its form dipping into the hole that sat in the center.
Another new development, a hole in both palms, both acting as points of convergence for the bone exoskeleton, and what they did was beyond me, but Alice has hinted at some hidden knowledge, so she might know something.
My thoughts were interrupted as a stir to my right had me adjusting as Alice cuddled closer, her sleeping form burying her head into my chest and using the crook of my arm as a pillow.
That reminded me that my sudden loss of skin had been somewhat rectified, and new skin just as dark as Alice's crown had replaced it. Now, if I were to cover my slivery eye with my hand, I'd blend in with the void.
I didn't tend to make myself disappear very often, as it really irked Alice that she couldn't find me despite this being her, eh, domain, whatever that meant. However, that, along with the fact that I actually wanted Alice's constant gaze, has me doing that on special occasions; we haven't had any of those yet, but maybe soon.
Anyway, aside from the exoskeleton that looked to be slowly spreading up my arms, I now had a pair of velvet antlers growing on my head. They were small right now, nothing but nubs, but if I were to force my other skull to appear, they'd curve up straight before stopping at three to four feet. Afterward, a new pair would sprout inches ahead of them, its form completely mimicking the curve, before stopping at half the original.
Alice was elated when she first saw it and said they were starting to resemble her callsign; she didn't speak further on the subject when I questioned, so I dropped it not long after.
But moving on from that, a little rough forplay had me seeing that my bones had been replaced with sheening silver fire. I panicked a bit when I first saw it, but Alice had calmed me down with a few mind numbing thrusts up the ass, something she liked to do a lot for some reason, probably had an anal kink.
But I wasn't going to stop her from indulging; the feeling it left me with was nothing short of bliss.
Back to the silver fire bones, after Alice boldly ripped one out, something she could do because of my newfound regeneration, it was noted that yes, it was fire, but fire contained in a transparent carapace that was in the shape of the original bone that was supposed to be there.
Unfortunately, the bone quickly began to disintegrate in her hand, meaning her experimentation was cut short; I offered her my arm again to let her grab another, but she shook her head and mummbled something along the lines of exasperation before saying she didn't want to maim her toy too much; I found that to be just the sweetest.
On one last note, I could now create clothes from the void like Alice, and while it wasn't as easy as she made it look, I got the process of creation down eventually, though even after I did, I opted to stay bare, not only because Alice said no when I put some on the first time, but also because it was just nice.
Sighing, I pulled Alice just a bit closer while nuzzling her mop of dirty brown hair, the size difference due to my inability to take on my human form making the action possible; she said I'd be able to turn myself back in time, and that it was merely a matter of patience, but I didn't really care as long as Alice didn't.
We were currently in an actual bed, with my efforts in begging and sex paying off in securing a section of the void as an actual room.
Sure, it was just a single room, but it was a room with a comfortable bed, the cutest companion, and colors that weren't nothingness, also, a light.
The walls of the room were a soft red, and the bed we were sleeping on was covered in gray accessories, and it was self-cleaning too, so we didn't have to worry about the smell of semen sticking to the quilts and blankets with how much we were doing it, nor did we have to worry about getting the blood of our meals on them.
Cannibalism, not something I would've done in the past; at first, I was apprehensive of my new meal plans, but after a lot of sex and some convincing, Alice got me to break, and it was something I appreciated now, as I wasn't actively starving myself like before.
The feeling of my breast being bitten drew me back to reality as I watched the still sleeping Alice nibble on my nipple, a great sight and feeling of arousal, but also a comfort in knowing there was someone next to me.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't lonely before I walked through her door, and while having friends was nice, I never really had those moments of bonding that most people seemed to describe when they talk about theirs, so it always left me feeling somewhat isolated, and it really showed during the final day before Alice; with me just being angry and downright dismissive of almost everyone, even Engel and Bubble, which reminded me that I still had to apologize to them.
Huffing, I pulled Alice closer before sinking deep under the blankets, before letting my mind go limp.
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Oliver
Sighing, I balled up another note of some girl's proclaimed love before making the shot of ages at the trashcan, it promptly flew through the air with precision before utterly failing to even get close to its destination, its crumbled form hitting the wall some ways to its left.
A glance told me that Ms. Circle had seen and was indeed looking at me with her pointed stare, as if daring me to continue staying seated; it was a dare I wasn't willing to do, so I got up with a sigh before going to retrieve the ball of paper, properly discarding it in the trash on my way back to my seat.
Ms. Circle seemed satisfied with my action and went back to typing on her keyboard, its rhythmic clicks filling the silent class with something to listen to as we did the end-of-year test.
It was almost shocking how fast the school year passed, and left me kind of disappointed, as I'd gotten no closer to ridding myself of that insistent bastard, and ya, maybe I did leave him alone for a few months, when the news of his friends missing person case was closed indefinitely, the police writing her off as M.I.A, or in a not so nice title, dead.
It wasn't a surprise, as I found out a few months ago that she was the reason for the East Wing's quarantine, having walked directly into Alice's room; a death wish and a half for anyone with half a brain.
And speaking of Alice, I'd gotten a chance to speak with her while she was trying and failing to sneak out; the conversation we had was brief yet firm, with the main theme being that we were not friends and that she'd turn me into one of her meals if I tried to get too close again.
The threat was unexpected, but the sudden cut off was not; it was only a matter of time before it happened, with the distance driving a deep wedge between us that couldn't be bridged without the high chance of death.
It was a shame, really, but nothing I couldn't move on from, plus, I still had Edward and Zip, even if the pair was an actual pair now, I know, shocker, who saw that coming.
But anyway, onto some more recent news, the group Engel and I formed had all but been dissolved, with his members quitting left and right, and mine just falling apart under their own hubris, that and they were stupid, most getting killed for the F's they got.
Now, it a mostly just me trying to fuck with him, a few thumb tacks here, another bucket of glue there, oh, and of course Bubble, the other friend of his; she didn't actually taste as good as I thought she would, but maybe that's because I only got to eat one of her arms before being put in detention for, wait for it, eating in class; this school was truly the best.
Ignoring my almost harmless pranks and disregarding my attempted murder of his friend, you'd realize that my activity has dropped drastically, with most of my time now being spent with my friends.
Like for instance, Edward and I were pitching in to help Zip get a Piano, her interest in music growing by the day, and her enthusiasm was infectious as Edward and I were starting to consider picking up some instruments of our own, with Edward leaning toward the Violin and me falling for the Guitar.
It was nice, and really let me have a break from playing the role of Ultimate Mastermind FiveD chess player that Engel thought I was; I was being a regular person.
But it's a new year now, and for my New Year's resolve, I was going to utterly crush Engel underfoot; I'll make him rule the day he started to mess with my fun, and that decision was a finality.
My crimson eyes burned bright with determination as I kept my heated gaze on Engels' back, its malicious orbs wishing him nothing but dust.
The determination I had just forged stumbled as a ball of paper smacked me in the face, drawing my irritated gaze to the smug form of Edward once again holding his whiteboard up.
'Enjoying the view?' was written in gold.
My brow twitched violently as I contemplated whether I had the right target for the year.
With frustration, I pulled out my whiteboard and wrote back, 'Fuck you.'
He snickered, 'You sure, I mean, I don't think Zip would mind, but I don't think your boyfriend would be thrilled to hear you slept with someone else.'
The restraint I had strained as my whiteboard groaned under my grip.
This didn't help with the situation as Edward continued to write.
'Gezz, your grip seems unnaturally firm, did Engel help you practice?'
The groaning board cracked as he continued to write.
'Did you help him clean up afterwards?'
That was the final straw, as my face lit up in embarrassment and fury, the whiteboard in my hands snapping in half as I threw both pieces at the little bastard.
They never made it, as they were grabbed out of the air by Ms. Circl's waiting palms, her form having blurred from her desk across the room.
She looked at us both before pausing on my flushed face, her gaze shifting to that understanding before falling back into indifference.
"Hall, both of you." Her tone was absolute and left no room for argument.
He grinned at me while I glared at him, but our answers remained the same: "Yes, ma'am."
We left for the hall soon after; however, despite my everlasting embarrassment, I kept my hands to myself. Zip joined us soon after, citing that she got permission to help calm us down from whatever went down.
However, I was under no illusion of Zips' false motives, as I was proven right in my belief as she spoke, her gaze directed at Edward.
"So, why'd you say to get him to react like that?" She asked with a smile of mischief framed by her black and white divided hair.
Edward was all the more willing as he spoke, "You know, just the usual teasing about his totally not boyfriend, nothing new."
She chuckled at the jab before she turned to me with a raised eyebrow, like she expected me to throw in my two cents.
I looked away with a flushed scowl as I spoke, "You dumb fucks, why am I friends with people like you anyway, always speaking of things with no ground, pathetic."
I was still livid, and if they were going to tease me about the situation Edward caused, then I was going to at least let off some steam with verbal abuse.
They took it in stride as they continued grinning.
"Right, baseless." Zip spoke with mock acceptance.
"Totally, definitely nothing going on behind closed doors, even if that grip strength points to something... more..." he grinned at me, "You know."
Zip giggled at the vulgar joke before having her attention drawn back to Edward, his mouth drawing close to her ear so I couldn't hear.
After a moment, she blushed and looked away in embarrassment, her voice speaking up in a hesitant yet intrigued tone, "You know Oliver, I wouldn't mind if you had some fun with Edward, just try and keep it to less than once a year, please."
Edward was howling with laughter as my morbidified face looked on with despair. I was going to kill the bastard, but he just kept laughing as I tried to strangle his absurdly tough neck.
However, it was moments like these that I enjoyed the most, as despite how this may look on the outside, there were never really any foul intentions at play, even my grip on his neck was light as a feather.
The moment was ruined for me when Zip chipped in again, "My, I didn't know you were into that kind of thing. I'm sure Engel has his work cut out for him."
Edward's howls and cackles increased tenfold as I looked at Zip's smirking face in embarrassment, a flush of red turning my pale face closer to a cherry, salty tears of betrayal trailing down my face as I cursed my life and my stupid friends.
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Abbie
"Abbie, eyes up front, please."
My closed mind snapped back to focus as Mr. Demi called me out, his graying gaze set on my golden orbs.
"Sorry, Mr. Demi," was my only response as I rubbed the back of my head in embarrassment.
He shook his head before continuing with the lesson, the contents of which were on the Trombone; not the most appealing subject, but definitely interesting to those who paid attention. It was just unfortunate that I couldn't be one of those few.
These past few days have been... interesting to say the least.
For example, this morning when I woke up in my bed, I was aching all over, and my head was pounding, its healthy form feeling like it was being pried open by a pair of invisible hands.
When that stopped, I had to figure out why tally-like marks were starting to appear at random times on my cheek; it was not an easy answer to find, but with the help of the internet, and Ms. Bloomie, I was able to figure out that I was under going a process that many of the 'Wolf Brine' pups went through before they reach the first stage of maturity.
'Pack Pruning', a phenomenon where the cells of the Brine wolf pup begin to deteriorate to make way for stronger cells made by compacting the matter of the deteriorated cells; if successful, the pup will undergo rapid growth, becoming a full-fledged adult in the eyes of the pack, and of course, growing.
But that was 'If' they made it, as the process wasn't easy, with it killing almost eighty percent of the pups going through it, with most of that percentage being made up of the pup who couldn't handle the pain of their body undoing itself in real time; the rest were left to the ones whos genes failed to compact properly, resulting in genetic failurs and the subsiqant collapse of many vital organs.
The process was deadly and could cause a lot of distress to my Oreo Cat, not only because my life would inevitably be put under duress, but also because my death would, in turn, mean hers, and that notion was unacceptable.
So for the past few days, and even nights, I'd been doing my damndest to keep a tight lip on it, to hopefully hold the news until the process passed, something that was growing harder by the day, but not because I couldn't keep quiet, but because my body was slowly having to exiert more effort to move, with the worst of those exsertions leaving me unable to move my right leg for almost two days; do you know how hard it is to keep somthing like that from someone you see almost every night? It was a fucking nightmare, one that ended with plenty of cuddling, but still a nightmare, and god forbied one of my legs giving out while I was walking.
But despite this, the most pressing discovery was the tally marks, their jagged black lines growing in number by the day.
Ms. Bloomie said she needed time to figure out what they were, and there wasn't a peep about them on the internet, meaning this situation is one of the many untrodden paths humanity had yet to work on.
A sad and scary reality, but one that made sense; the phenomenon in this new age was still being documented and subdued, with many of those phenomena taking up generations of knowledge to even begin trying to understand.
I sighed as I tried to keep my focus on the lesson, my uncertain future treading at the edge of my mind, teasing me with answers and possibilities unseen.
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Engel
"So, you're really leaving?" I asked, my voice tinged with sadness as I looked up at one of my only remaining friends, her usually starry eyes dim with exhaustion.
She just sighed sadly, "I'm sorry, Engel, there's nothing I can do to stop them from pulling me out."
My frown was palpable as I continued to question, "But, don't they know how much that's going to cost; surely they'll listen to reason when they see the dropout fee, right?"
The only response I got was her eyes shifting to the floor in defeat, which spoke volumes about how serious they were about pulling her out of school.
Bubble, the last true friend I had, was being pulled out of this school because of recent incidents in the family business, and the incident with Oliver didn't help the situation either.
Oliver, the bastard; it frustrated me to no end why he thought trying to eat Bubble was funny, but he tried anyway, luckily failing in most regards.
Unfortunately, it wasn't a complete failure, as he'd managed to take one of her arms before she managed to get herself free; the worst part was that he had the gall to bring the arm to class to eat it.
I shook my head of the bastard and looked at my friend, her black coveralls usually pristine, now rugged and disheveled, and that duck she liked to keep in her bubbly hair was nowhere to be seen, presumably left in her luggage at home.
"Listen, Engel, I'm sorry our friendship has to end like this, but I really do need to go, my parents are waiting, and we only have a few hours before we need to be at the airport for our flight to Mt. Noct."
I frowned but said nothing as she turned and left the classroom, leaving me to stew in my turmoil.
My turmoil wouldn't last long, as a few minutes later, someone all but tumbled in, their somewhat clawed hand pulling the door closed behind them while they slid down it; they were breathing heavily, and the black ears atop their head flicked with severe distress, like something was hurting them.
I didn't think they knew I was in here, as a single step forward had them freezing in place, their familiar golden eyes locked onto my vibrant green orbs.
We both froze for different reasons, with his being surprise and mine being sudden recollection, as my mind slowly began to register who was seated in front of me.
"Abbie?"
"Engel?"
Was questioned at the same time.
"What are-"
"When-"
A second time.
Opting to wait for him to speak so we'd stop overlapping, I studied him a bit more; I hadn't seen him for a while, with his schedule changing due to the loss of his parents. That and I heard Ms. Circle was teaching him privately.
But back to him, he'd grown a lot, no, more than just a lot, he was like a whole different person; his arms were more toned, suggesting he'd been working out, his hair had grown to resemble Ms. Circle's, with a pair of sharp looking ears helping the resembelence along, and his face had grown sharper, losing some of that baby fat he use to have.
However, the most striking thing I noticed was his height; he looked about mine now, with his stiff ears pushing him just over me in the category, and that was odd, as while he wasn't as seen lately, I had seen him just a few weeks ago; his height was unchanged.
I quickly shook my head at the curiosity, as the things possible nowadays were just mind-boggling, and were better left unsaid or touched, lest one trip on something horrid.
"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."
Abbie's voice pulled me from thought as he attempted to continue apologizing while struggling to get up, his clawed fingers sinking partially into the wooden door for support.
It was nice to see that his personality stayed somewhat the same, but it wasn't nice seeing him struggle so much.
Walking over, I slid an arm around his back before helping him prop himself up the rest of the way.
"It's fine, Abbie. Besides, it's a nice distraction for me right now, so your sudden appearance is appreciated."
The boy smiled before trying to peel himself off me, something I was going to let happen until I noticed his limp legs, both lying flat on their ankles, seemingly broken.
My grip quickly reinstated itself as I dragged the boy over to a vacant seat before seating him.
He sputtered in confusion before he himself realized his leg's lack of function, something he seemed too familiar with for it to be a random occurrence, so definitely something that happened here and their.
"Sorry about that," he quickly apologized.
I didn't mind, of course, helping people was something I prided myself on, and now was no different, even if my support had fallen.
Kneeling, I began to press on some pressure points I knew of, asking him whether or not he could feel when I did so.
He looked slightly uncomfortable, but answered away, something I appreciated.
It was when I was poking around his calf that one of the points got him to growl out in pain; I stopped their as I looked up at him, surprised at his condition.
"Abbie, you work out, don't you?"
The boy looked embarrassed at being called out, but nodded anyway.
"Do you work out your legs often?" I pressed.
"Ya, they're one of the main things I focus on, why?"
I looked at him while brimming with confusion, "Your leg muscles: they're degrading from disuse."
He looked shocked to hear that, but it was soon conquered by a look of knowing, which quickly fell to confusion as he looked at me.
"No o-offense, but how would you know about that?"
I grinned sheepishly while scratching my cheek, "Well, I have a condition that bars me from any kind of straining physical activities, so a lot of my body constantly suffers from muscle degradation; you could say I'm kind of a pro when it comes to it. And the pressure point parts help too, no reaction usually means they're fine, no feeling usually means they're starting to undergo decay, and painful reactions mean they're in the process of doing so."
It was somewhat nice to see him gawking at my explanation, as I never really got to flex my in-depth knowledge on things most people didn't have to worry about.
Looking at the clock, I realized we were going to be late if we didn't hurry off now.
"So, um, Abbie, by the look you had a second ago, I'm assuming you've had to deal with this before?"
He blinked a few times before responding, "Ya, I usually try to keep it discreet as to not... worry anyone, but," he looked down at his motionless legs, "I think that might be a bit difficult to do right now."
I nodded along, "Very."
There was a brief silence before I spoke up again, "Well, is there somewhere I should take you?"
He went still for a moment before deciding on something, "Ya, if you wouldn't mind taking me to the nurse's office, I'd be thankful."
I smiled, "I wouldn't mind, no."
Offering him my back, I let him climb on before grappling his leg, their limp form hanging off my arms as his hands sat on my shoulder for support.
From there, I made my way to the nurse's office, before dropping him off with Mr. Demi, his dual job as a nurse, setting him as the school's official one, next to his role as the music teacher.
Afterwards, I made my way back to math class, the waiting ire of Ms. Circle greeting me with open arms.
Said ire quickly dissipated when I brought up the person I helped, and when I was asked to elaborate, I told her what had happened, something I quickly found regrettable, as she left the class immediately, sending us off to self-study.
The regret part came from the fact that she looked angry and very concerned, and I felt like I had just ratted Abbie out.
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Nyx
If someone ever tells you staying home all the time is the best, then you'd better do well to heed that advice, because if you don't, you'll end up like me, stuck on a plane miles above the earth, heading somewhere you haven't been in centries because you felt a dorment gene seed activate.
I couldn't even begin to think of the headache it was going to cause with my fellow horror as I encroached on their territory, but I'd deal with that when I got there, for now, it a all about the matter of keeping calm, and not ripping everyone apart in annoyance.
My current form was that of a middle-aged man, something to even slightly reflect my true age.
My character sat in a black tuxedo, with a black undershirt, black dress shoes, and a pair of black gloves, with my fedora being, you guessed it, black.
The only things that weren't black were my pale silver slited eyes and my character's tan skin, making me look in all but name, human, or as close to the humans from days gone by.
However, what lay beneath was anything but, with my long, thin, gray maned body stretching easily over ten feet, with arms that looked to lack any muscle whatsoever, able to put out mountain-shattering hits, and goat legs as long as most cars, sprinting at speeds comparable to jets; oh, and we can't forget my head, its being entirely made up of an elk skull that extended a little over five feet, the teeth closest to the end of its snout being made up of intierly canins, truly showing off the horror of my existence, and horns that branched and spread out upward at random, adding a few more feet to my already sickly height. However, by far the most prominent were my silver goat eyes, the orbs bearing a thick line like pupil extending horizontally where each end bulged out into balls, the blackness surrounded in glistening silver.
My beautiful description of myself was interrupted as I realized the plane was full of dead bodies and ripped-apart corpses, the child kicking my seat, lying lifeless in my maw as its lower half was sitting well into my throat.
Quickly spitting out the child, I quickly switched back to my human appearance, not out of choice but out of being forced to because my body wasn't a proper fit for the plane's open aisles, my horns of which were digging into the roof.
I didn't particularly care that everyone was now a fresh corpse, but I did care about the fact that the pilots remained unaware, as I didn't want to have to kill them and be forced to learn how to fly a plane in the process; something easily possible due to my ability.
So, after using some combination of reality-bending magic and alchemy, everything was back to normal, not a single corpse an actual corpse anymore, as everyone was returned to their seats alive with a severe migraine.
I almost regretted it as the silence was nice, but I got over it and just let my mind drift into mock sleep, an action I found stupid, but necessary to keep up my appearance.
My mind just focused on my potential kin and what I'd need to do to drag them back with me, as there was no way I was letting them develop around a species of bofoons who thought too highly of themselves to even be considered competent.
Truly, humanity was just mindless cattle for me and my kind to cull.
I chuckled at my hypocrisy.