Before Christine could finish speaking, her eyes went wide and she doubled over in pain and began shrinking. As the woman vanished from sight, a new voice spoke from behind, "Naughty Christine planning to give all my secrets away."
Twisting around, Marcia saw a man in a suit walking through the room. Correction, she saw something in the form of a man, because behind the carefully shaped features Marcia could sense his true essence. Whoever he was, he was ancient and more powerful than anything she had faced before.
He stopped next to Marcis and patted her on the head, "It's rude to peek before introductions have been made little one."
"Tho you're the one rethponthible for thith."
"In a manner of speaking I suppose, " he spoke as he picked up something from Christine's chair and sat down, "Here would you mind taking care of Christine for me?"
As he handed Marcia the object, she saw it was a doll version of Christine with her mind thankfully intact.
"Thank you. I'm sure someone with your capabilities is much better suited for that task than I."
"Very funny. Now are you gonna ethplain yourthelf or not?"
"Oh no are you going to tell your mommy I'm being mean?", he laughed while Marcia scowled, "Alright don't get your diaper in a twist. I'm something of a troublemaker, at least that's what my fellow gods told me when they imprisoned me here. Or are they demons? Faries? Sorcerors? Oh curse my poor memory. It would be much easier for you if I could keep it straight."
He made a dramatic pause, "But of course it actually doesn't matter what I am, because you lack the ability to delay, disrupt, or stop me from finally freeing myself from this wretched estate."
"You'd be thurpithed what I can do."
"Perhaps on a normal day, but I'm afraid you're quite helpless today. Let's take stock shall we?"
He raised one finger, "You're on the wrong side of pre school."
He raised his next finger, "Your assistant belongs in a pound."
Raising one last finger he finished, "And who could forget the only person who knew who you really were is a bit less talkative these days."
"Tho? I'll jutht ethplain the thithuathon and get thome help," Marcia asserted defiantly.
He laughed, "Oh you'll "ethplain" that. I'd certainly like to see that, but I suppose on the off chance you could that would be marginally inconvenient," he snapped his fingers, "There good luck "ethplaining" anything to anyone."
Marcia looked herself over and was confused to see nothing had happened. Ha! Maybe this guy isn't that powerful after all.
"Me same. You no..." Marcia's eyes widened as she realized what he'd done.
The being stretched his arms and stood up, "Well this has been fun, but I have to run. I hope you enjoy your new adjustments."
Marcia watched him walk away and step through a wall. This was just great. How was she going to turn this one around?