Marie-Eliza realized this wouldn't be the end. If the game did this to a transformation into
a love doll... what of other Leoman who'd be struck down by the game? 'The sooner the
game is killed the better. I don't know if I can catch every one of these fires anymore than
Madam Serenity can... Well, at least it's only six or five days until they should have enough
cure to finally end this insanity started my Other Mother's creators...'
Madame Serenity felt sick when she found a note on the foot of the bed. It was very well
written. A little too much poetry for her taste but go the point across.
Marie-Eliza had said Penny would be able to restore them. She could have hardly restored
them to Leomans if they had never been Leomans and were just love dolls manufactured to
look like Leomans.
MARIE-ELIZA had SAID they could be restored. So therefore they could be restored. As a
result, reality was pushed kicking and screaming (and Marie-Eliza knew this cheat would
cost her somehow, she just didn't know how yet) so where the four of them had existence
again before as Leoman before coming in contact with the game instead of having always
been love dolls, as the twisted version of the cascade had dictated. Yes, Marie-Eliza knew
she'd pay dearly for this act of cheating. Cheating with Magic ALWAYS extracted it's price
somewhere...
The note was signed by four names (two male, two female). Metaphors and thesaurus-rexs
aside, it basically said the four of them in this apparent version of the timeline had entered
a pact after getting a hold of the game to Transform each other into near indestructible
love dolls no one would miss, whose threads of fate made it impossible for them to be
separated but still able to speak to each other mentally.
Madam Serenity was astounded, even if this was just reality covering it's bases, that people
would do something like this to themselves willing and knowingly.
She also noticed a video camera that had been set so it had a good view of the bed that
had been left on record until it had exhausted it's space and automatically shut down as
programmed to do.
'Dear God! They made a RECORDING of turning themselves into latex sex figured?!'
Madame Serenity wasn't sure how to comprehend people like that. 'Does this mean they
heard what I and the glass pup said?... Then again I get the feeling they don't give a damn
about what we said anyway...'
The males looked like they had been made from a standardized mold, as did the two
lionesses.
Serenity, as a PI, was one for details and did note that the love dolls all had copy right
information on their rears. As if that was to somehow matter to them once they couldn't
even move by themselves! What was this, some glorified form of suicide, being scared to
die, or being scared to live but not wanting to die?
Madam Serenity groaned, she had gotten into this business for the sake of those changed
or enslaved by the game against their will... These self inflicted ones either never came to
her, or she never found, and they always gave her a headache. In particular since her one
source of information on how things were before the mess insured had said it was at it's
limit and had to skedaddle!
Madam Serenity of course had no way to know that the Japanese wolves had set a
precedent by legally signing themselves off as life-time-performance-art leaving a door
that people could turn themselves into rocks if proven of sound mind and body.
Of course even with this weird legal precedent in place, there would have been the
question if those who had legally signed their lives away were at the age where they could
legally do so! In the old timeline the punk had been a teenage punk living alone, and his
victim a teenage boy living with his parents and the two furries had been mid-twenty
adults. How this would work out for the leoman cascade that remained now that the
infection of the game was gone was anyone's guess.
And Madame Serenity knew none of this, all she knew was that in the new screwed up
version of reality that had apparently come to pass, she had another group of -willing-
victims on her hands, and who had apparently gotten what they wanted, and those meant
they could stupidly just go off in search of another turn again.
'Oh oh oh! Is she going to play the tape?' Thought of the love dolls.
'Eh eh eh eh I hope so. Should be fun.' Said her partner.
'Maybe she'll want to join us, join us! Tee-hee!' Of course that twisted version of the
cascade thankfully no longer existed, and would not have effected Madame Serenity
anyway.
Her partner answered, 'Even if she doesn't, I was hoping someone would play the
recording back if anyone found us...' The love dolls had thought they'd go undiscovered
for weeks, months, since none could know they were missing... but an apparently fellow
living object and this old human had found them.
Madame Serenity sighed to herself and began to run the recording from the beginning,
hoping this could help her decide what to do.
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'Welcome back lovely.' Kira said, being careful not to say 'welcome home'. 'It was kinda
empty without you.'
'Sorry,' Sunny said, 'But we had to work double shifts do to everyone being hurt... we came
as soon as our shift was over.'
'So you came along too Luna? Heh.' Kira teased to the giant silver wolf woman statue with a
star chart turns by the month in her belly compared to the traditional clock turning in the
giant gold statue's belly.
Luna replied, 'Well, it didn't feel right to just leave Sunny all by her lonesome with you.'
'Don't worry, I don't bite.' Said the immobile bronze 'Thinker' Lupman statue.
Meanwhile through out the manor, Luna and Sunny's spiritual auras as the sun and moon
statues inspired an enhanced level of efficiency in the night shift lupmans as it had the last
time they had spent the night with Kira.
Kira recounted his life in the days of plantations and slavery, of his self imposed
punishment for being a vigilante on an innocent man. Of Amy and Zelipe's rescue, of his
own choice that this existence in the motionless world was better than one in the transient
moving world.
Luna and Sunny let themselves open to Glendale's power grid, feeling like they were one
with the city. It was electrifying to pardon the pun. Sunny and Luna talked about their
attempt to woo Jensen to no avail and seek out a mate for the pair of them. Weather it was
the electricity, Kira's smooth tongue, or his ability to give off a comforting aura, or just
tired of trying to find a man for the two of them who was something great (even if that
something great was an entry way statue) the clocks on her bellies were soon on the side
of their hips as the statue became a picture of the gold, silver and bronze ceiling size
lupmans in passionate loving making.
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1689
The thorns would not touch the children in any shape or form. That had been a failsafe the
witches had left in place very carefully. They didn't want to risk the thorns not being able to
tell friend from foe. The children were allowed to do pretty much as they pleased anyway.
The thorns turned to and from flowers at the children's passing.
It was actually a small miracle the 300 year plus weapons didn't accidently take a leoman's
head off, or accidently knew a child to pieces. Creating something OUT OF A VISION was
completely reckless, even more so handing it off to those who had no experience using the
weapons let alone how they worked or how much damage they could truly cause.
Not to mention the weapons had to reloaded after each shot, and that meant creating
ammo, FOR BAZOOKAS in a place meant to house children and to be their personal
playground. The witches truly were completely mad.
Everyone at the witch's house, -becoming an estate as they practically devoured territory
around it- accept all this with little more than a nod and a smile. The witches at this point
openly displayed their power almost. And the Witch Pride and Samantha and Alissa's family,
accepted it all. As those in Glendale's thought slowly became more aligned with the
witches' warped perception of reality, those within the witch's home simply woke up one
morning, realized the owners of the house were witches, and simply accepted it as the
influence of the witch's ultimate spell to rewrite the world came to pass among them in
one form or another.
Armored windows were of course next. And reinforced walls and doors. There had to be no
openings. No mistakes. Not with everything to gain and everything to lose.
As the weeks passed... all the children except Joella began to dance, in a pattern that never
repeated with one of the children at the center always seemingly directly the never
repeating performance. The witches pleased, this meant the bound between Familiar,
Master, and Infinite Chaos grew strong and stronger.
Marie Cruz meanwhile, was reduced to counting the days until it was safe to move her
friends, and into the praying town where they could recover property. And wonder if she'd
have to kill another child before things ended. Marie loathed this waiting, but had seen
what impulsiveness had gotten her. She HATED how time seemed to crawl at times like
this. And of course, to figure out a way to avoid the future she had seen...