[3rd]

Paralysis awoke with a throbbing headache in the middle of a dark void.

His body felt like lead as he attempted in vain to pull himself to his feet. His paws slipped in something cold and wet. It smelled like blood, only when he saw it it was blue.

A loud yelp was heard, followed by a pained thud as someone hit the ground next to him. Paralysis, thankfully able to move at least his head, turned just enough to see who it was.

Is that Styrmir?

The cloud demon was on his hands and knees, dark blue blood dripping from a wound on his head. It was a miracle he hadn't passed out from blood loss yet. Black streaked from where his eyes were, under the cloud fluff that covered them. Weird, there obviously was no sun here - wherever "here" was.

Another figure stood above Styrmir, a rusted, light pink colored robot with amphibian features. Blood dripped from the bell of the old clarinet in his hand, and splattered the rusted, silver keys.

Styrmir looked up at Paralysis weakly.

Suddenly, sharp teeth roughly grabbed the scruff of Paralysis's neck, carrying him away from the distressing scene. He was nearly immobilized, and couldn't move his head with his neck in the creature's jaws.

After a while Paralysis was dropped, and fell limply to the ground. Finding himself able to move again, he scrambled to his feet and turned around to see who was there.

Looming over him was a gigantic, sleek black wolf. Amber eyes shone hard, staring into his, and her dragon wings expanded into huge wingspans. Horns curled behind her head, and a small pair of what looked like reading glasses sat on her snout.

"Who... are you?" I asked the creature, shrinking back.

She let out a chuckle that echoed throughout the void.

"Your worst nightmare."

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[Addie]

Well now Inferno's getting more stressed.

Paralysis went missing, as has DJ, which I assume has something to do with it. And now Inferno's worried sick about him. Add the stuff that's been going on lately, and she's a wreck.

And I'm worried, too. I don't know what we're up against, and I feel as though this is at least partially my fault. Are there other forgotten OCs that are after me, like DJ?

Coming back to the present...

Inferno's delirious as well.

Spark, Inferno's delirious counterpart that tends to come out when Inferno's stressed or happy (in this case, obviously she was stressed), was currently cuddling my leg like a two year old. It's really cute, but also annoying, since this basically immobilized me.

"Okay, what's she doing?"

Vizor stood in front of me, some cross between confusion and amusement showing from his expression.

"Has she never been like this before?" I queried, gesturing to the delirious possession.

"Not that I know of," Vizor shrugged.

"Huh," I said, "Well, she should be back to normal in a little while, she just needs to calm down mentally. Does there just so happen to be chicken nuggets in the fridge or something?"

"Chicken what?"

"Never mind, then." I forgot Vizor had never actually had chicken nuggets, nor were there any on his home planet.

Somehow out of my vision, Spark had reached a tentacle into my pocket and grabbed the pen that was in there. She was currently messing with it, and lightly chewing on it with her sharp teeth.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, "Give me that!"

I snatched the pen back while she was distracted. Spark stared at her now empty hand for a moment before looking back up at me.

"But I want itttttttt..." Spark pouted.

"No, this is my pen," I prompted, "You can get your own if you want."

"I want that one though..."

"No, you can't have this one."

Spark pouted deeper.

"I'm hungwy," Spark said.

I sighed. "I'll get you some food if you let go of my leg."

"No."

I looked at Vizor. "A little help, please?"

Vizor chuckled. "Alright."

He flicked his wrist, and Spark was sent back a few feet from me. She looked at the floor in confusion, then looked at me, then looked at Vizor. Her head tilted slightly.

"W o a h," she said, drawing the word out in exaggeration.

"Hard to believe earlier she tackled someone as a threat," Vizor chuckled slightly.

"I know," I sighed, "The mood swings are annoying sometimes, but Spark is better than Scorch, in my opinion.

Scorch was the overly angry version of Inferno, like Spark but less childlike and more "I'm gonna murder everyone in this room, then set everything on fire." Because that's exactly what she'd do.

Vizor noticed the pen I had taken from Spark. He tilted his head.

"Where'd you get that?" He asked, gesturing to the pen in my hand.

I looked down at it. "Oh, this? I don't know. I found it in my pocket the first day, but the ink disappears almost immediately, so I really don't know why I have it."

"Let me see it."

I handed the pen to him. However, as his hand met the surface of the pen, he suddenly yelped in pain, jumping back in surprise. His wings were flared defensively, more of a reflex than actual defensiveness, though.

"Are you okay?" I said worriedly.

Vizor growled in annoyance. "Well. That answers that."

"Answers what?"

"That right there," Vizor said, "Is a creator's pen."

"A what now?" I tilted my head in confusion.

"I don't know as much as some others," Vizor explained, "But it's only able to be touched by a creator, and, obviously, hurts everyone else. It's used to summon characters, and can also be used to alter appearance and abilities temporarily, or, if you wanted, forever."

"Woah," I said, looking at the pen.

"Just... don't use it unless it's necessary," Vizor sighed, "It's possible to overuse it and potentially crash the characters' realm entirely."

"Oh god."

"Yeah."

Spark, who was listening to the whole conversation like she understood it (which I know she didn't), looked up at me curiously.

"Arson?"

She says things like that randomly.

"No, Spark, don't commit arson," I chuckled slightly as I sighed. Never thought I'd be saying that, especially to one of my own characters.

"Arson!"

"Okay, how do we set her brain back to normal?" Vizor growled slightly in annoyance, "That's getting old real quick."

"I actually don't know. Best way I know is to let it wear off after a bit."

Turns out "a bit" was equivalent to about two hours.

She finally fell asleep after those two hours, and then woke up not too long later, back to the normal Inferno we all know and love.

She stood up, looking around in confusion as she tried to remember how she had gotten to the position she was in. She looked at me.

"Was I-"

"Yes, you were."

"Well. That must have been embarrassing."

She brushed off her blazer subconsciously.

"It was quite funny, actually," I said.

Inferno shot me a glare. I smiled innocently.

"The fact that I can't kill you and that you're my creator will not stop me from making your stay here a living hellhole," She growled, "So I suggest you stay on my good side."

I held up my hands defensively. "Alright!"

I wasn't gonna argue with her there. I knew she was perfectly capable of doing just that.

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SPARKY MAH DEMON CHILD :DD

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