On the other side of the door was the one person you never wanted to see right now: the REAL Destiny. And from the looks of it, she is beyond furious. You lock the door in hope that she won't get in, but she breaks the door down. The two of you stare at each other.
"Hey, Demona." You say, actually a little worried for once, "You're probably wondering why I'm you. Well-" You start before the real Destiny grabs you by the throat.
"Oh I know why." She says, the veins in her neck visible. "You thought you would be clever and turn into me to break out. But your not so clever. Priscilla told me everything. After a little threatening. She also told me that she put a curse on that potion. It makes so that you will be stuck as me for the rest of your miserable life."
"WHAT?!" You yell, furious. "That traitorous-. When I get my hands on her, I'll-" You were so mad you couldn't think straight. You were going to spend the rest of your life as the one person you hated. You were going to rant more, but Destiny squeezed you neck harder. You thought she was really going to choke you to death.
"QUIET!" She yells. Then, to your concern, she smiles. "Heh. This might actually work out. You hate me more then anyone, so what better punishment then spending the rest of your worthless, pathetic life as me? Of course, your name can't be Destiny. So how about Wendy? And you look too much like me. But that can be fixed."
At this point, you were actually scared. Destiny was HAPPY that you were her? There was no way that could be good. And that sadistic grin she had only amplified that concern.
"What are you going to do? Scar me? Break these horns?" You asked, voice shaking.
"The horns, yes, but scarring you is too easy. No, I have a better idea. You ever heard of Lactose Overload Syndrome?"
"No."
"It's a medical condition that only affects werewolves, succubi, and gargoyles. It makes their breasts grow insanely large and fills those breasts to the absolute brim with milk. But as a side effect, they can never lactate it. EVER. Normally, it only shows up as a genetic mutation, but there are ways to give it to someone. So come with me."
She drags you out of the room and to the lobby, where the oni is still reading.
"Ms. Destiny, good to see-" She starts, before seeing there are two Destiny's now. "I didn't know you had a twin."
"Yeah. But she signed in under my name. Her name is actually Wendy Sirtis. Right?" She said, glaring at you.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry about that." You say, freaked out.
Destiny signs you out of the motel and forces you into her car. She then drives off.
"Taking me back to Under Gloom?" You saying, trying to be mocking. "Won't they be confused at two Destiny's"
"Oh, we're not going to Under Gloom. I'm going to give you Lactose Overload Syndrome so people won't confuse us. And I know just the place."
Where is Destiny taking you?
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