[Neon sparks]

this fella seems a bit out of sorts. what happened to him?
extras/prettying allowed
Ends: 11/3/2018

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Uncommon: ear edits
Rare: spiritalisum [replaces right arm], horror movie [ scythe arm], blacklight reactive markings
Legendary: deformities [incorrect jaw line]

[kiwipen]

username; reygankiwi
name; agent 92

"Are you afraid of anything?"
Agent #92 listened to the little girl in the bed above him. This case had proven to be especially difficult in successfully spooking.
"Of course not, Papa!"
His subject was especially a tough nut to crack. Nothing could scare this girl; it was true.
"Not even....this?"
The squeaks and shrieks of laughter that came from tickle attacks started, and Agent #92 rolled their eyes. Loud, annoying games that mortals came up with to hurt his ethereal ears. Nothing more.
When the tickling stopped and the girl was put to bed, Agent #92 stretched out a bit, feeling his talons itch to get this thing started. It was a harmless case; all he had to do was scare her, and his work was complete. He worked with an agency that specialized in this sort of thing; then again, he was also created just for this thing.

He was normally the one to make the creepy noises; however, tonight would be the night that something changed. He heard her window open. Curious, he peered out from underneath the bed, eight inky black orbs peering out into the night. What he saw made him uneasy.
A masked figure, with a sharp object in one of his hands. This was not one of the other agents on this case; and this was not her father, either. Agent #92 knew that this person wasn't up to something good.

The dark Agent rose up from underneath the bed, however, it was at that point he realized that he wouldn't be able to do anything to the figure. While they could scare children; they couldn't harm them, and adults couldn't even see them. What would he do then?
A little vo sat on the bed next to the sleeping girl, her little guardian. This was so not in the books, but.... The vo seemed to be calling to him. An armless creature; a defect. No matter. Agent #92 lunged for it, fusing with it....well, not so easily.

Electricity jolted through him and pain shot through his...jaw? That was new...? As it cracked and sneered in response. The transformation process was loud, and he grew in size as a result. The Vo was soon standing taller than the figure, a shimmering scythe in one hand, a spiritual arm with the other. Agent #92 was in a new form, but he knew what he had to do.

He had to protect his child. Because no one would harm his child, not on his watch.

[IdiotAlligator]

Username: Limendime
Name: Enter 1

I feel it today. I want it. God I want it so badly.

I've gathered the ingredients; the membrane, the fur, the flesh.
I rub my jaw from where I harvested what I needed. The pain still sparks underneath the stitches.
Needles through cotton, the needles through my bones.
The fire was already burning when I tossed the ingredients in, it swallowed them whole, consuming, taking, stealing.
I breathe.
The smoke curls around me and flows into me.
I feel it taking over, making me dizzy.
I see the floor before I feel the impact.
I fall. I'm gone.
My eyes open; five hours later.
Finally, finally my arm begins to move, a twitch.
I celebrate, crying and laughing and dancing all at the same time.
I test it out, gently flexing it, watching the muscles stretch and contract under the skin.
Then it drops dead.
All of those months of work and study, gone, wasted.
I slump to the floor.
Why?
My jaw cracks in response as if to say that it would not be forgotten, the stitches peeling apart and unraveling.
Why?

[Neon sparks]

reygankiwi is the winner, congrats!

[kiwipen]

thank you!