Curse and Flash
((NOTE: for anyone reading this, Curse is not visible to others. Curse is Flash's imaginary enemy or somesuch thing.))
Flash grinned. Matricia, her foster-mother, had told her that another Shinzo was going to care for her while she was busy working her workplace (whatever that was) for keystones to buy toys with. Of course, she hadn't said it was for toy-buying, but what else would you use money for? The Albie/Seraphant hybrid glanced over at Curse, and then looked around to see if anyone was within earshot. Flash's mommy has told her that Curse was a talking-snake, and if she told anyone about it, then it would eat her. And mommy would never lie. Mommies weren't supposed to lie, cause they were all good and pure and stuff, not like the Cursed creatures. Course, Matricia wasn't Flash's real mommy, but she might as well have been.
"Mr. Talking Snake, I promise to be quiet, 'cept maybe I'll have to tell the babysitter, 's that okay?"
Curse rolled its eyes. Being a mystical manifestation of divine power - that's what it liked to think of itself as, because like most people it was quite the egomaniac - wasn't all it ought to have been. Because apparently it was Mr. Talking Snake and it was going to eat this Magma Creeper thing. Whatever. It had dull thoughts. Mentivoriasm sucked.
"Okay! Thank you!" Flash held up a bottle of pills. "Don't these turn into butterflies? Oh, look!" The creature dashed through the air, chasing a Mr. Wilson - except there were no Mr. Wilsons. It was all in her mind, a strange, chaotic, insane place.
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