(12 hours later)

After an hour or so of the cancer giver known as the sun rising, the once slumbering June begins to stir awake from her quote unquote nap.

Juniper: "groan"

Sitting up in her bed, her clothes somehow back to normal, June raises her groggy head as her rats nest of a hair drapes over her face. Placing a hand on her head, she gives it a little shake as she blinks the sleep from her eyes.

Juniper: Uurrhg, my head. What happened?

The rest of her tiredness suddenly fades away as a horrid smell invades her sinuses. Searching via nose, she soon sticks her nostrils into her shirt and gets a good whiff of the stench. This whips her head back as she makes a face of discuss.

Juniper: OH, REEK! I thought I took a shower... today?

She looks out the window and sees the early hours of sunlight. Completely different to the midday she last remembered.

Juniper:.... What day is it?

From the bedroom door, Monroe the mutt makes his way in after hearing June's voice.

Monroe: Wellllll, glad to see you've gotten your so called nap in.

Juniper: And a good morning to you too. Listen, do you know what happened yesterday? I'm kinda fuzzy on what happened for some reason.

Monroe: You mean the time you dressed up as 90s incarnate with a Spanish accent? Yes, quite memorable.

June gives the talking dog a confused look, taking a few seconds to simultaneously wrap her head around what he said and trying to remember anything like that happening.

Juniper: Beg your what now?

Monroe: what, do you actually not remember anything?

Juniper: No! The last thing I remember was coming back home from the park after beating some dirt monster. And speaking of filth, I need a shower.

She gets out of bed and makes her way out the door. Monroe close behind as he continues the conversation.

Monroe: On a side note related to what we're talking about, I've been noticing something strange going on around the city, just like what you and Ray Ray went through yesterday.

Juniper: Wait, what happened to Ray Ray? Also, why does it smell like cigarettes?

Monroe: Ended up wearing some weird getup and inhaling a whole bunch of cigarettes. Which I still don't know where he got them from... Back on track; that same phenomenon is suddenly popping up all around. People just randomly dressing up as strange characters, and started fighting each other in the fakest looking wrestling I've ever seen.

As he talks, they arrive to the bathroom as June walks inside by herself.

Monroe: All in all, I don't know what's causing it, but I think it's a good idea to look into it as soon as possible.

The sound of running water is heard through the door as June lets out a response of understanding.

Monroe: Frankly, I've looked through all the books related to personality alterations, but none of them add up to what's happening.

A light slowly emits from the bottom of the door before flashing out and disappearing just as fast. Monroe is none the wiser about it.

Monroe: Either way, if we can figure out the source of these random changes, I might be able to determine a way to counteract it.

The bathroom door soon swings open, almost hitting Monroe in his pug face. Startled, he jumps back as steam pours out from the room. Stepping out of the steam is June in a fancy gray business suit, hair tied in a ponytail, and holding a briefcase.

BigMoneyJune: Well hopefully we'll figure something out, this sounds kind of serious.

Monroe:.......

June's bracelet goes off, catching the well dressed girl's attention as she glances at it.

BigMoneyJune: Gotta go! Some timberwolf is tearing through the forest and heading near some park.

Wasting no time, June bolts it down the hall and out the front door to go and save the day again. Monroe, sporting a confused expression, looks back to the bathroom and starts connecting what little dots he sees.

Monroe:..... Ok, I'm getting Jasmine for this.

As Monroe goes to call the grandmother of the family, we cut to Ray Ray in his room. Sprawled across the bed is the aforementioned eight year old half buried in a pile of used cigarettes. With a gravely groan through a dry as hell mouth, he sits up in his bed as cigarette butts fall off him.

RayRay: Ooowww, my head.

Like swallowing a whole bunch of sand paper, the boy's voice sounds somewhat different compared to his more high pitched younger version. With a huff and a puff, he suddenly coughs up another cigarette butt from his lungs and onto the floor. His bedroom door soon opens as his parents walk in... with a VERY pissed off expression on their faces as they confront their youngest child.

Barbara: Oohhh, glad to see you're finally awake, Mr. Antichrist.

RayRay: What?

Michael: Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in, young man?

RayRay: What?

Barbara: You're grounded.

RayRay: What?

Barbara: Now clean this mess up.

The parents leave without another word, leaving Ray Ray in even more confusion as to what is going on.

At this point, take a shot whenever someone is confused in this book.

Moving on, some time later over at the forest close to Orchid Bay, a large wooden wolf barrels through the shrubbery as a well dressed Te Xuan Ze chases it close behind.

BigMoneyJune: GET BACK HERE, YOU BARKING BARK!

With abnormal agility, she quickly launches herself from the ground and starts jumping from tree to tree, somehow becoming faster and starts catching up to the timberwolf. With a hardy kick off of a branch, June launches herself at the creature's back. Grasping her briefcase with both hands, she slams the container down on the monster's neck.

A loud CrAcK echoes out as the timberwolf  collapses to the grass with a sharp howl. June topples off of it's back and lands effortlessly on her feet. The fatal strike she delivered was enough to get its attention once it's back on its wooden paws. A shake of the head and a snap of its thorny jaw, the floral beast glares at the young warrior as the two start circling each other.

Not long after, the timberwolf lets out a snarl and charges at June. The girl, with a somewhat bored expression, charges as well. At the last second, she ducks under a hefty swipe and slides across the grass. Along her little journey, June manages to slide completely under the monster and swings her briefcase upward.

Right into the tree beast's acorns.

With a high pitched howl that's almost silent, the timberwolf collapses into a ball as its front legs are now wedged between its back legs. As the suffering beast is now immobilized, Big Money June walks on over to the wolf's head. Wasting no time, she lifts the now weaponized container and starts slamming it into its head.

*WHAM*

*WHAM*

*WHAM*

*WHAM*

*WHAM*

*WHAM*

After several hefty hits, the timberwolves head finally caves in as the rest of its form soon crumbles into a pile of wood and leaves. Satisfied, June rotates her head to the side as several pops come out of her neck.

With a sigh and a turn on her heel, she takes her leave and heads back to the city. Completely certain that all is not as bad as Monroe makes it out to be.

On a boring dock near the waterfront of the Bay, the air just over the wooden structure begins to warp. Seconds later, small streaks of electricity begin to zap from here to there as the warping worsens. Then suddenly, the very fabric of reality tears as three figures are dumped onto the dock as smoke soon bellows out as well.

As the smoke slowly clears, three figures are revealed with the most emo looking getup you could imagine. On each of their faces is a mismatch of paint and makeup that's almost unsettling to look at. Among the three, a low chuckle arises before turning into a full blown laughing fit.

The smoke finally clears completely as the three figures are fully revealed in all their decaying glory.

The only female of the group finally calms herself as she begins to speak.

Rosemary: Oh yeah, this is happening.

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