64th Transformation [FOURTH WALL]

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy's having a little bit of an issue this weekend.]

[Not swarming Pokemon or even teleportation, oh no. Those, he's gotten fairly good at handling. It's weird that these weekends are something anybody could get used to, but he just about has.]

[No, this time the problem is musical. There's a haunting song playing instead of the background music wherever Envy finds himself. It's scratchy and clearly sounds like it's coming out of an old phonograph, and he KNOWS that if he looks hard enough he'll probably find the damn thing somewhere. He knows he will because he DOES keep finding it, smashing it, and getting an hour or two of quiet before it COMES BACK.]

[Honestly, any reminders of his old master aside, he's spent four centuries listening to this waily goddamn song and he's just sick of it. So during the weekend, if anybody comes across him while the song is going, they'll find him pulling up bushes with his bare hands to look behind them and kicking around any spot where a phonograph could be hiding, trying to get it. And Envy will absolutely recruit passersby to help him out.]

[If the song isn't playing at the moment and providing a distraction, he'll be wandering around anywhere, still in the oddly subdued mood he's been in the past few weeks.]

Comments

[reluctantreceiver]

_{[Hentree was next to tumble into the house. He still spilled spores everywhere and while he had a lot better traction on the slick floor than his fellow godkiller, he was ungainly tall in this form and instantly smacked into the hanging pans in the kitchen.]}

Fuck!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Oh god. The spores everywhere make things even WORSE. The harpy scrambles awkwardly until she straight-up smacks right off of the counter on the far side of the kitchen. And there she stays, swaying balefully and hissing. SHE AIN'T SCARE. SHE AIN'T SCARE OF NO THING.]

[But meanwhile, on the other end of Goldenrod City, Heather finally gets that text. She holds up a hand, signifying that the giant squid monster she's been fighting should wait a moment while she gets this, one sec.]</sub>

wtf

are you guys hurt??

[no_ufo_ending]

no but were rly high

its not my fault

well it is but not me it was the me that is a tree

i swear to god it makes sense just come home

[foolishwren]

_{[Oh god.]}

shit okay i'm coming

don't do anything stupid before i get there

[no_ufo_ending]

well be outside we have them trapped in the house

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy is just trying to read over Henry's shoulder, but isn't having a whole lot of luck with that. The screen is much too small and he is much too high. Slowly, he extends his ear fins out as far as they can go, and then slowly pulls them back in again.]

[And then just keeps on doing that.]

[HE AIN'T MOVING ANYTIME SOON.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[About ten minutes later, Heather appears, huffing and puffing. She didn't have Carousel, Sunny, or Hurricane with her, so she'd had to run.]

[Wheezing, she jogs up to the house and... kind of pauses to marvel at the giant GARDEN HOSE surrounding the house. Whoa. Henry hadn't been lying.]</sub>

--Okay, WHAT the hell is goin' on?!

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry looks up with one hand clapped over an eye. He's so high. It's not a fun high either.]}

Okay, so...there are two very unhappy monster doppelgangers of us inside the house. I heard a crash. The TV might be gone.

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy doesn't even move his head, just his eyes.]

You're a bird and Henry's a tree.

Henry tried to eat me, I think.

I'm keeping all the doors shut. Everyone's high.

[no_ufo_ending]

Sorry.

_{[Not YOU, Henry. The other Henry.]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[It is REALLY WEIRD to hear Envy's voice coming out of that thing.]

[She takes a moment to marvel at what they're saying, blinking rapidly.]</sub>

... I'm a what?

_{[CLEARLY THEY'RE TOO HIGH FOR THIS so she marches over to the window and plants her face on it to peer inside and--]}

Oh.

Okay.

Whoa.

_{[Harpy Heather is skulking against the counter, shoulders hunched, hissing lowly and dangling a long ribbon of drool from her bared teeth. She sways back and forth and VIBRATES WITH RAGE.]}

[reluctantreceiver]

_{[Like fucking Freddy Fazbear, Henry pops up against the window glass letting out a strange, windy screech of his own. He is the responsible sibling in this situation. No illusion of the 4th god is going to get to Heather!]}