Chapter #5Hmm, I'm listening... by: Unknown GO TO SLEEP, BUTTERCUPS, IT'S LIGHTS OUT TIME!" Robyn growled angrily as the warden's booming voice snapped her awake and took away any of the drowsiness she'd just garnered. She cursed silently as she looked down to her cell mate, Selma. On the surface, Selma didn't look like your stereotypical tough-as-nails inmate: she was 5'6"ish with creamy, chestnut skin , tied up, long blonde-ish dreadlocks with dark roots and a small piercing going through her left nostril. Selma also possessed a pretty attractive form with her perky D-cup breasts and fat ass. However, if you probably tried to tell her that in person she'd probably bust your nose if she was angry or, at the very least, bust your balls until you were in tears.
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Robyn looked down at Selma's sleeping form and couldn't help but smirk at her peaceful, contented face snoring heavily while cradling one of the paper-thin pillows to her stomach. Robyn knew better than to disturb Selma while she was sleeping: Selma- although she was a DEEP sleeper- absolutely DESPISED getting woken up (Robyn had heard that a guard had once tried to wake Selma up for role call and... Well, let's just say the guards normally tried to stay away now). Plus, they'd made a deal: Robyn wouldn't disturb Selma and Selma would offer her protection in return.
Robyn quietly lowered herself from the top bunk, yawning as she walked over to one of the barren walls in her cell and carefully sliding a cracked slab of concrete off the wall and onto the ground. She rifled through her stashed contraband and eventually pulled out a grimy looking mirror that she used to look at herself in the dim glow of the moonlight outside. Staring back at her in the reflection was a 23-year-old woman with inquisitive silvery-blue eyes that twinkled mischievously. Robyn swept one of her dainty hands through her wavy blonde hair, feeling all the knots and twists that she'd become accustomed to during her stay in jail. Her dry, pinkish lips were pulled into a innocent pout.
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'How the hell did I end up here?' she asked herself as she continued to look at herself in the reflected image. Suddenly, a blue light appeared in the corner of the mirror, starting small but growing as it seemed to near the rusty prison bars that separated Robyn from the outside world. She quickly craned her neck around to catch a glimpse but immediately had to shield her eyes from the blinding glare of the light that now hovered in the middle of the cell.
"Mhmm," Selma groaned as the light threatened to penetrate her eyelids. Meanwhile Robyn was frozen in place, both strangely curious and paralysed with fear. "Hello?" she whispered, "W-What is that?" The ball of blue light dimmed and faded until it was no longer intimidating or threatening anymore. Now there was a figure who resembled a little girl (albeit a little girl that couldn't have been bigger than Robyn's hand with crazy blue eyes and tiny, butterfly wings) that was bathed in the brilliant blue aura.
"W-What are y-you?" The creature giggled, a gesture that Robyn read as more innocent (hopefully) than malicious. "I," the being introduced itself, "am Myx. First off, yes, I AM what you humans refer to as a 'fairy'- just wanted to clarify that before we started. But before you start thinking, 'Ooh, you're like that Tinker Bell from Peter Pan!', let me say this: not all fairies are the same."
"For example, I differ from many of my brothers and sisters in terms of my abilities. Most of my kind, as you know, specialise in woodland magic and party tricks like that goddamned 'pixie dust'. Really, you should see what fairies REALLY use that dust for. Anyways, I am skilled in a different sort of magic; the type that can change even reality as we know it..."
"W-What does that mean?" Robyn stammered.
Myx sighed. "Well, I'll be able to alter reality in a few centuries. For now I can only do the little stuff. You know; headswaps, bodyswaps, mental manipulation, that sort of stuff."
Robyn couldn't tell if this little lady was actually joking or not but she decided that this was WAY too much effort if one of the officers was trying to screw around with her. "Wait, you can screw people's bodies up?"
"Yeah, I guess. But that wouldn't..."
"Could you show me?" Robyn grinned as Myx rolled her eyes and agreed reluctantly, flying to the cell door and scouting for potential targets. Of course there was Selma in the cell to use as a target but there was a whole corridor of resting inmates to mess around with. Right then a portly looking gentleman in a pair of janitor overalls walked into the picture, head banging as he went up and down the halls armed with just a wet mop.
As a test run, Myx decided to:
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