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>Please clarify whose safety needs to be prioritized, and to what end.
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>Lemme cut you off right there, Clippy. You keep asking "would you like the full definition of this terrifying new vocabulary," but the answer is never going to be "nah, we'd rather stumble around blind and ignorant." You'd better just keep right on wikiwalking through the tutorial until further notice.
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>Think about it, if you want us to attempt changing you, we can talk about it later, okay?
“Look, given a safe option, I’d obviously want to try out an alternative biology for a while. I mean, hell, if I could temporarily be a fully-fledged lady, my own basic curiosity would never let me refuse that experience. Being willing doesn’t mean I don’t have reservations about it, though.”
>That's okay, it's a lot to dump on you at once.
“…You know what? It’s fine. You’ve been weirdly polite about this, so if you want to change me, you can go ahead and change me. Make me a lady, give me a new hairdo, muscle me up, whatever. As long as it’s temporary, I don’t especially mind. It’s not exactly my body right now, anyway.”
"Erin, I'm pretty sure whatever just turned you to a girl is temporary. Was for Teresias, too, right? You're clearly hurting yourself trying to hold onto it.” The Host holds up his arms in a non-threatening way. “As for the whispering; it was basically us agreeing on this is how horror movies start. And right now, you’re playing the part of the guy that goes crazy and tries to kill everyone.”
“Me?! I - I’m not crazy! You’re crazy!” Erin stamps his foot. “You dumb stupid jerk!”
“Godmother… I want to fly… can you make me fly again? Please?” Toothpick tugs at the Host’s pant leg. “And… I want to take Princess Plush flying, too, if that’s okay…”
“Later, okay?” The Host mutters quietly. “Can’t afford to use all our magic at once.”
“But… but Godmother…!”
“Shh, now.” Kinneret leans down and scoops Toothpick up, gently rocking her side-to-side in her arms. “Relax, dear. Be still.”
Toothpick obligingly goes quiet, gazing up at Kinneret with wonder.
“You don’t understand! Neither of you do! This is my chance!” Erin whines. “My chance!”
“If all you want to do is prove the existence of the supernatural, we would be willing to cooperate in helping you find and document further evidence.” The Host calmly replies. “At this point, recording the process of your reversion is probably stronger proof than holding onto your ‘after’ state.”
“Yeah, Erin.” Kinneret chimes in. “Please listen to him.”
“What you need to do now, for the sake of science, is strip naked ASAP so you can capture all the gory details of the reverse transformation on video.” The Host casually explains. “That'd be a lot harder to fake, and thus more credible proof.”
“Stop listening to him, Erin! Honestly!” Kinneret groans, furrowing her brow in clear frustration. “You don’t have to give up your dignity like that. Just let this whole thing pass. It’s not worth it, anyway, and… well, if you need evidence of supernatural activity, something tells me you won’t have to search for much longer.”
“Absolutely.” The Host smiles. “Erin, what do you want from us? You’ve got all the proof you need already, and there's probably enough spooky magic junk in here to make all of us rich and famous.”
“What?! Nuh-uh, I don’t think so. Supernatural stuff is supernatural because it’s supernatural! Duh.” Erin snorts. “I can’t find it just anywhere. I might not ever find it again, if I’m unlucky! I need to document my experience as much as possible!”
“Right.” The Host agrees. “Which is why you should strip naked.”
“Right!” Erin nods vigorously, but then freezes, his gaze drifting between the Host and Kinneret. After a long pause, his lip quivers, and he starts to blush. “Right. I - I think I must have dropped my camera, so let me just find it, and then… um… you won’t… I mean, I’m not the most - I don’t exercise much, and I’m a little skinny, so I might be a little…”
“Uh, what?” Kinneret asks, confused.
“I don’t think I’m very impressive normally, so if I’m ugly or something, please don’t hold it against me!” Erin blurts out. “I don’t want to ruin my chances, because you’re both really cute and I was kind of hoping I don’t know if maybe I could become friends and then more than friends and then eventually cuddle with one or both of you and then maybe - “ Erin punches himself in the mouth. “Shut up!” He hisses furiously at himself, punching himself again.
“Whoa! Erin, are you, uh… okay?” Kinneret pauses to carefully place Toothpick back on the floor, then slowly walks over to Erin, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Please, please, please don’t hurt yourself.”
“You’re like a painting, Anna…” He stares at Kinneret with wide eyes, croaking his words in a harsh, unnatural way. “Human beings are beautiful creatures, don’t you think? Like artwork, each and every one. I might take a thousand pictures and still fail to capture that last tiny piece that makes a person who they are. But I want to take a thousand pictures of you, Anna. I want to claim that piece of you! Give it to me!” He howls, lunging at her.
“Erin?!” Kinneret has just enough time to gasp in shock before Erin violently grips her shoulders and begins kissing her, though the brutal force of his twitching movements is hardly romantic. He comes off more like a rabid animal gnawing at her mouth.
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