He lies on the soil bed, staring at the night sky, trying to make sense of why his body and mouth were not in his control, yet he was fully aware of the actions they had been committing for the last several hours before just...regaining control 30 minutes ago. "Okay, so... that's probably what it meant by having two souls...why would she kill them? They were farmers, sure, their father tried to...capture me, but those guys had nothing to do with that. The mother was kind to us! and she broke her heart!" he uncontrolably chuckles at that, almost against his will." And this:" holds up the hand mirror he perloined from the matriarch's room, to gaze at their face." This is just ridiculous. I look like some poor kid who gives out balloons at a theme park to rich kids." he tries again to wipe off the white facepaint, only to confirm again that it's their skin now.

  He sits up and tries something. " I wonder if I can pull stuff out of my vest, too." rummages into their vest, focusing on what they want, and pull it back when their hand touches something. It is a telescope painted to look like a kaleidoscope."...close enough." he looks through it." At least it's not a teleidoscope." he points it at the sky, trying to find any recognizable constellations, finding none.

  "Well, that's another point in the 'this is another world' bucket. I just... can't understand how I got here, gods don't exist, or, at least, they shouldn't, beyond personifying concepts and being scapegoats for those in power." A lightning bolt almost hits them."BRING IT, YOU COSMIC FARTS!" he does a double-take at what they just said." Oh, where did that come from?...uh,...Sorry, I guess?" After a beat, he looks around for a ladder. After finding one, they climb up to the roof to get a better look at the area. spotting a light in the distance, and then a mansion larger than some housing complexes he's seen.

  "That must be the home of the local landowner... I hate him already. i can tell from here the whole place is made of marble...ARE THEY HAVING A PARTY?" Something in them spikes, something instinctual, they MUST attend that party. dancing on the roof in excitement. even backflipping off the roof, landing on their feet, dancing more. After finishing, he stops and just shrugs. "I don't know how i did that, but right now, I don't care, a party awaits me! now... concentrate, trans-port-tat-ion, trans-port-tat-ion, traNs-port-TAT-iOn!" They dive their hand into their pants, only to pull out...a Pogo Stick.

  "... ... ..." I have a sense of humor.

  "...whatever." he sticks the telescope back into the folds of their clothes and tries the Pogo Stick. It works a little TOO WELL. jumping over the treeline. Obviously, he screamed, but laughter somehow intertwines with it. caught halfway between mania and fear, they quickly reach the manor's edge, the walls stopping them with their solidness as they slam into it at top speed.

  "...ow. that...didn't hurt as much as it probably should have."

  The guard hears a thump on the brick wall and goes to investigate from atop the wall. only to see a small figure on the ground next to it. "OYE, wha appened ere? Who are you, lass?" The small figure gets up and dusts themselves off, looking around, before stopping. "Oh, right, me....uhhh... I'm..the entertainment? Yes, I definitely belong on that side of the wall. Could you let me through?"

  The guard thinks about this; on one hand, he's trained and paid to stop suspicious people, but on the other, he isn't paid enough to deal with kids. But on the other-other hand, this kid's complexion is too white for the common folk to have, indicating wealth. So he defaults to investigating further. "first I need ta check you. ima unlock the door, so you can come into the wall. no funny buisness, deal?"

  The thing that looks like a little girl snickers, as if something funny was said. "Oh, okay, no funny business."

  The guard, Jeb, never got why the rich had people to make them laugh, or why the entertainers had to be so weird. " name are registration." The small person pulls a card out of nowhere, instead of a parchment. It had on one side: " name: Matilda Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the first[Matilda], age: a number, sex: yes, nationality: archaea fungi Xenacoelomorpha cosmosis shoggoth Clown Jester[ jester jester], weight: 1 balloon, height: 60 CM, SSN:9021042069" on the back it reads:" license to do whatever I want."

  The child thing notes in apparent surprise after getting it back." I'm a fungus?"

  Jeb is considering retiring for the night early. He has no idea what any of this means, so he just decides to hold this kid in a cell till morning.

  Matilda is held by the wrist and being led to a jail cell." You'll stay here until either my headach clears, or your parent comes to pick you up."

  They struggle." No, no, NO! I MUST get into the party!" A card hand materializes in their hand, he slaps it against Jeb's arm, and one of them causes him to disappear. After looking at the card, they are confused and concerned: it says that it sends the target creature back to the person who summoned it. After a moment, they shrug it off. Unaware that Jeb is now buried 6 feet under, in his dead mom's grave, specifically in her ribcage, it was not a 'safety coffin', because after the 3rd time, it was draining her family's bank accounts. Needless to say, not the worst possible outcome.

  Afterwards, Matilda runs through the hedge maze walls, still unsure as to why they feel they MUST go to the party; they don't remember being particularly extroverted before, perhaps it's a... whatever they are now, thing. Because they still refuse to self-identify as a clown or jester, even if the guy part of his identity is slipping away. He has to have some hill to die on! Else they might lose track of who they think they are: a human, or humanoid at least.

  Sudden sock puppet on their left hand pantomimes laughing at him. He slaps it away. "I am not going crazy...I just have...phantom limb syndrome, yeah, that's right....one that sometimes encompasses my whole body..."

  ...

  ...

  Sock puppet2: Return of socko jump scares him, knocking them on their rumpus, their left hand still erect, the puppet looking down on him, with the Kermit scrunch face. " SHUT UP!" The sock somehow walks out of frame, despite there being no such thing here, freeing up their hand. After clenching it several times to test control, they get back up.

  "Okay, maybe the 2 souls thing might be more than just a euphemism for DID or something. But I am certain I am in control... for the most part, as long as I don't start hearing voices, I'm good."

  A voice is heard."HOY! what are you doing here?" he reacts to it."OH GOD, I'M HEARING VOICES!" A young lady walksinto their sight." Oh, you're not in my head...good." The young lady chuckles." And who might you be, funny little creature?"

  Matilda weighs possible answers before settling on one." I am Matilda, the jester, and I need to get into the party." The lady chuckles lightly, as if hearing something innocently absurd."I don't belive it is the kind of party that requires a fool, it is quite high class, dear, you'd be bored or laughed at...not in the good way. especially dressed as you are."

  He feels inexplicably irritated at that statement." Well, I don't have to be dressed like this...give me your clothes." The lady lets out an unrefined snort and chortle. She was not expecting that." A young countess such as I, walking naked as a jaybird, so a tiny fool may wear my clothes? That is the height of hilarity! Ah, the image of my gown adorning your tiny frame is so endearingly humorous! But be serious, little brownie, even if you managed to be let in, you'd be ousted as an intruder the moment someone talked to you, like, what scent of soap do you use?"

  He deadpanned, "lavender scented glycerin with exfoliating beads." Much to the young countess' surprise."...favorate tea, game, candle, fountain, and hunt target?" his answers flood out, as if natural."ginsing, chess, mango pinaple scented, Tiered, and man." The last one slipped without him catching it until afterwards, much to his horror.

  She is astonished at what she thought was a simple creature, was in fact quite cultured." my my, you've had teas of the far east, and know of places that can dare to condense pineapples into candle scents? If you're so wealthy as to afford such things, especially as young as you are, why are you dressed so?"

  Matilda quickly thinks up a good enough cover. "I was traveling incognito with a traveling troupe, transporting titillating tales traced from troubling times and trashing troublsome takers of transactions treasures." Not even he understood why he used alliteration like that.

  The young countess smiles."" I left the party to get away from all the drama in there and found a lovely little thing. I wish I could just bottle you up and carry you around in a necklace, because you are precious." She boops Matilda. This was the wrong move, socko debutes a 3rd time, finishing the trilogy with a silent barking, and nipping.

  " aww, who's this little guy?" He honestly tries to hold the sock puppet down." I honestly don't know. I think its a bit, or somthing subjected to the rule of threes. Becouse i don't want it to be a running joke!" He covers the sock with a handkerchief he pulled out of their vest.

  The countess, thinking it a silly joke, reaches to take the cloth off." Aww, don't trap the puppy under a cloth, it probably still wants to play." She tears the cloth off, and the sock puppet, ain't a sock puppet anymore, it's a giant dog head attached to matildas wrist. While she looks up in shocked awe and terror, socko bites her head clean off, before shrinking back into a sock.

  He tears the sock off their hand in a panic. " SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! What?! Dog! sock!! HAND!!! WHY?! I kind of liked her, I know we don't get booked, we do the booking, but- where did that sentiment even come from?! " he curls up in the fetal position and rocks back and forth, until an intrusive thought chimes in." CRAWL INTO HER NECK!"

  "...wat? Just, wat? No, i...Will not do that...how even would i?" After pacing and confusion, "TICKET INSIDE." Pops into their head.

  Some trepidation later, he touches the neck stump, fingers stretching the neck hole more than normally would be possible, like rubber."Oh, god...Am I really doing this? Just to get into a party?" A firework goes off."...yes. I must get in, even if I don't quite understand why." He plunges their hand into the stump, and is horrified when the body's arm shoots out to the side.

  "HOLY!" After a pause, he pulls their arm out, and the woman's arm goes limp. He then stretches the throat hole and shimmies inside up to their neck. And stands taller than they ever had before, since coming here." This...should not be working. I don't even want to know why its working. How do I even trick them into thinking I'm her, with this babyish face?"

  Phantom limb pulls out the neck, and places a wig and a masquerade mask on their head and face before going back in. "...if it's this easy, I'll weep for this world's future governance." reaches up to take off the hat under the wig, only to find it currently in the form of flat earrings depicting it."... sure, why not at this point. Sudden transmogrification of a hat into EARRING is the least bizarre thing that has happened to me tonight." they pinch the bridge of their nose."..my definition of weird is slowly slipping away into outright meaninglessness...why is her hand so slender?" he waves the dead womans hand and makes signs with it, momentarily distracted from the situation. before slipping back into a less critical mindset, almost as if to help preserve his sanity for a while longer. "...snake."

  After calming down by moving their new meat mech's arms like noodles, they stumble on the first step." damn High heels...just...put most of the weight on the balls of the feet and don't fall. I can do that. I...don't remember being an acrobat, yet I remember acrobatics training. I'll just chalk it up to the other soul knows...that makes sense, right?" He asks no one. Getting the hang of it before reaching the mansion door, the lax guards posted beside it waved them through. Inside, it is apparent why their pale complexion wasn't questioned, because all the ladies and some of the men have powdered faces.

  "...maybe I traveled back in time? because this scene is straight out of the painting 'Decoration for a Masked Ball at Versailles'." Someone shoots fire from their hands, and it morphs into the shape of a dragon before dissipating. "...I stand corrected." Just now noticing the lights aren't hanging from the ceiling, but floating in mid-air. "well shit, this world has magic...I wonder why those farmers didn't have any?" sees the one who did the magic holding a book." Ah,...illiteracy."

  The young master of the estate took note of Countess von Halibut of the bay fishing town Stormsburri, who had just re-entered the party, although she looked a tad on edge for some reason.

  He strides over to try to comfort the delicate thing. They are childhood associates, arranged to marry on their 18th birthdays. Despite his original trepidation about it, due to his being secretly a reincarnator, he has settled into the idea due to her beauty as she grew.[author's note: eww.]

  "Lady Halibut of Stormsburri, I see you've returned to the party. How was your midnight walk in the garden?" She looks left and right before pointing to herself. " Oh, you're talking to me. Her- I mean, my name is Countess Halibut...nothing fishy about me."

  He heartily laughs at the pun." My dear, you've are a card tonight!" He kisses her hand." I hope you retain such levity after our wedding next year."

  She flinches at that."...I'm sor- uh, yeah...sure. pardon, but I am a bit dizzy, I seemed to have forgotten your name." The young master is taken aback for a split second." Oh, were you drinking alone out there, my dear? You must have, if you forgot your fiance: future lord Berry dubley van Reginald of Avalons hinterland county,... the place we currently are."

  " ah, yes, thank you, I was...very drunk. The wine Kicks like mule ya owe money to." She chuckles, almost nervously. He places a reassuring hand on her shoulder." Oh, my love, you mustn't imbibe too much, a delicate thing like you can't handle such things, I know you used to be a bit of a tomboy, but I thought you grew into a proper lady. ...glad you still got your spark." Berry winks at her." Just keep the snafu to a minimum, lest I be forced to have the guards escort you to your sleeping quarters early."

  She gives him a look, one that almost looks like disgust, but surely not; she must just be feeling sick." My dear, are you okay? You have a sour look on your face, might you need the powder room?"

  She almost looks relieved." Yes, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the vomitorium." He laughs."Why do you need to leave the building again so soon? A vomitorium is a large exit room for spectators in an arena, silly." " The lady almost scowls." You know what I meant, Romeo." She walks away. It makes sense she doesn't feel well, lest she wouldn't have behaved so brutally. Her voice was a bit squeaky as well in hindsight, so that checks out...." wait... Romeo?"

  "what was that guys problem? he talked down to me. despite saying he loved...this person." he looks at the dead woman's hand."he still seemed to treat her as a child or somthing. i might actually need a drink of wine because this party, it ... it kind of feels like less of a party-party, and more of a business and networking event. not even having music you can jam to, just background music meant to keep a rhythm for coreography and set a vibe."

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  Someone overhears the last part." ex-CUSE me?! What's wrong with the orchestra? I bought them just for this event, I have you know, this is the highest class of music, unless you prefer that silly little twang of a bard hu-hu." The group this unremarkable person is in all mockingly snorts in derision.

  Matilda bites back, almost on reflex. "Orchestra is only considered high-brow, becouse its OLD! Like, Mozart wrote a piece called leck mich im arsch! Meanwhile, Katie Perry made chained to the Rhythm, a song that says more than half of all orchestra music does. fucking Katie Perry , a honkin pop idol! what does this music say? water droples and petricore after a stay in the home library?!"

  The group is taken aback by this woman's boldness." Ir, uh, I...yes, actually. This song is meant to invoke that... image."

  "Oh, my god, I was kidding! Is it really?! Great Ghatanothoa's greasy gonads! thats it, i'm changing the song." Without thinking, Matilda storms up to the band playing and taps them all on the head, and they each fall into a trance where they play a cover of 'livin 'la vida loca' with the chelloist doing the vocals, he's quite good.

  Matilda dances freestyle to it, to everyone's confusion and shock at such uncouth behavior as they stare at them. at the songs conclusion, he sees the looks."...oh, shit...I acted impulsively again. ...uhhh...what the matter, isn't this a party? most-" looks the croud over."a good 40% of you, mostly women, are still young, yet your all just talking, even those dancing were talking while they waltzed. i know we all love our gossip, but parties are meant to be fun, a break from work, a chance to let our pent-up aggression out."

  A guard starts escorting Matilda out when Dingle Berry, or whatever his name was, stops them."no need, gentleman, I got her." he pulls Matilda aside.

  Berry holds her shoulders to keep her in place, before asking. "are you a later stage reincarnator?" she flinches and pauses for a socend."what?" he clarifies."are you not the same woman i grew up with? are you a soul now in her body? that would explain the sudden manifestation of such a power, as to enthrall the band, as well as knowledge of how to play such a song, Romeo and Juliet isn't a story here, and neither is Mozart, so don't lie to me!"

  "...not a soul." She shows her neck, revealing a sharp line and a change of skin color. Berry freaks out."WHERE IS HER HEAD?" stops, asks quieter." What happened to her head?" She shies away from his look and answers." A dog ate it...well, a wolf, like, in one big chomp." She continues in a smaller voice, much younger sounding."I just really wanted to get into the party, I don't know why."

  Berry sighs."So you thought to take her place in the party,...well, no matter, you seem cool, so why not stay with me? We could even get married still if you learn how to behave like her." She balks at that."Yeah,..how about, no." With more strength than the body should be able to have, she pulls his hands off her."I'm sure you're... fine by this world's standards, but you ain't my type, especially now I know you didn't actually give a shit about this woman. You were so willing to let me, essentially bodysnatching her, slide, if it meant you could still participate in an arranged marriage, ick b-t-w."

  Berry tries to stop her by saying, "I saved an orphanage once, by paying the landlord the debt they owed, I even paid for renovations to fix it, I do know how the world works, I have seen suffering, and I have helped the less fortunate, please come back!"

  She stops for a second, then continues forward, not saying anything, just lightly shaking her head.

  He pours himself a glass of wine and sips it while he muses."I don't even have an idea of who I was; meanwhile, the other me, I guess, seems to have a clear idea of who she is. I think she even has memories, instead of just facts, opinions, and info, as I do. Are these so-called gods just cruel, or perhaps just that chaos guy? Either way. The more I see of this world. The more I think it could use some kind of cleansing." He looks at a fat, balding man dancing way too closely with a girl who looks around 14. Then, at another, boasting about their diamond mines being profitable, and only paying their workers 1 coin a day, when the standard payment is 5 coins. And finally, another yelling at the wait staff because the fish is too fishy.

  "it's almost as bad as the world i came from." sips and remembers how water wars were becoming inevitable. All the resources were being hoarded by short-sighted people, trying to impress ancient investors. how the old stole the young's future, and continued to do so, long after retirement age, extending their own lives with the technological advances they themselves tried to stop, a majority of leaders going unpunished for causing great harm to millions, both large-scale and smaller scale, even raping children, despite all the proof being there. He takes a swig now." nah, there is no way a world that made bite-sized pizzas would let itself get that level of screwed over, i mean, that level of general appathy is unheard of, right? must just be something those gods put in my head..." chugs the rest of the glass, and refills it immediately.

  "Either way, I'm here now, so it doesn't matter anymore." plops their borrowed body's rump on the tables edge."i feel more tipsy than i shou-..oh...i still have a tiny body..." he slumps a little."...hey,...other me, i guess, next time we diguise ourselves, can it be a guy? i want to feel like a guy again." their left hand raises into a thumbs up. "good...i guess...a~~~~nd i've been talking to myself out loud, haven't i. damn writer."[writer: I'm trying my best, okay.] looks around to see if anyone's staring at them. No one is, in fact, they all seem to be purposely facing away from them.

  As the party goes on, he overhears people talking; some boast about money, others just talk about events or even concepts. 2 argued about whether grapes were used to make wine or 'the cook makes it'; they were all alarmingly old for that conversation, especially because they both owned vineyards, apparently. a frail looking man in his early 30s gets a cheese cube, and talking to somone." oh, these ungreatful peasents have no idea how hard i work, i get up at 9 am to write documents until my wrist hurts, and they have the gall to ask for higher pay for their 10 hour shifts, don't they know how hard i work for my father to get my own money, such parasites, i might just take away that unauthorised canery they brought in to use in the mines, and the cattle I so grciously provided them to plow my fields. "

  Matilda clocks the man in the face and shouts to the whole room. "Do you people even know where FOOD COMES FROM?! my dear lord satan you people are ingorant; and Its not just those shitsmear fatssos with a god complex and more money than sense I have a problem with, its also the 'noble nobles' who are so insularly raised that if they don't see the suffering, they don't acknowledge it; how outside their doors, where they can't see, people are EATING THEIR SHOES to survive another week. and whenever they do go out, they give cash or resources to a select few who reach their standard of civility, then FUCK OFF, not actually addressing the issue, like why there is an orphanage in the first place!"

  Points to the young noble who said they saved an orphanage by donating money and resources to fixing it, and paying the landlord for them."If you really were aware of the intricacies of life, like you claimed to, you would have bought the deed to the orphanage, gave it to those nuns, Then gave every last red cent you and your family had, INCLUDING THE MATERIAL GOODS, to the local people around the area, ensuring people would have resources enough to defend themselves, and enough money to give a damn about things other than work, instead of some pompous twink needing to SWOOP IN AND FIX EVERYTHING, with his sufficient nutritional intake, and education to help with problems brought about by the RAMPANT ILLITERACY that arose from a lack of free education, or the possibility of education, becouse, newflash: EVERY CHILD BELOW YOUR SOCIO-ECONOMIC BRACKET HAS TO WORK FOR A LIVING, BECOUSE THEIR PARENTS DON'T HAVE THE AMOUNT OF DISPOSABLE INCOME YOUR PARENTS HAD! I'm not saying don't help, im saying MAKE IT SO YOU DON'T NEED TO HELP THEM! You are putting out fires when you have a lake full of water at your disposal, and never bothered to take the sign forbidding others from taking any, down."

  The man who was the fiancée of their current meat mech speaks. "M-My love, wouldn't you applaud my efforts to aid the poor? I even risked my standing with the court for my actions; my parents think me a fool already. Are you truly saying I have done no good anyway?"

  " oh, no, you do good, but the only thing I see that is keeping you from doing MORE, is caring about what inbred wastrells think about you." He sips more wine. "Like, lawns, topiary, marble floors, plumbing for a fountain, all things that are meant as a show of wealth, purposefully wasteful use of land that could be used to grow food or livestock, importing exotic materials, and you fucks keep hoarding technological progress that would have been better used for the general populous. Which leads me to bilive your acts of charity are naught but ego trips for yourself. i mean, what you did will only encourage the landlord to raise the price of the orphanages rent or somthing, due to you raising the property values beyond what it was before with the renovation, leading to said orphans eventually ending up on the street anyway due to, what i would guess, shitty landlord extorting as much as possable from the less fortunate. but i bet the others in this room would just see that act of all out charity as a sign of weakness, or turn on you becouse you chose the betterment of mankind over retaining the material wealth nessisary to retain access to their club."

  He gulps down the rest of the glass. " or to be glib for you laymen thinking TLDR and erroneously stopped listening partway through due to personal biases: if your actions are not selfish, why selfishness shaped?" Matilda smashes the glass against the floor at some random distracted person's feet. After catching their breath, he continues, while pointing at Berry. " And this man so far seems the best, most deacent out of all y'all!, so far."

  Berry gently holds the hand of his former lover. "Dear, stop making a scene, I know you sometimes get jealous of the young ladies i've brought from the slums and took care of, but there is no need to feel so strongly about the inherent unfairness of our position, especially to a room of people who won't get it." They shake the man's hand off their forearm." oh, so you're just a philanderous playboy, I see ya. I guess my error was assuming incompetency in lue of malice or selfishness. Good on you, little mr Hefner. "

  Berry scoffs, offended at that. "I am not Hue Heffner, i don't treat women as ornaments, and i don't appreciate the comparison, i mean, it's not like i'm launching penis shapped rocket ships on a whim!" that did not help the situation, Matilda processes the retort before, even angryer, replys with a short comment. " oh, you're from earth? You have less of an excuse than."

  After leaving Berry stunned in silence, he walks off and starts to leave the ballroom. Stopping mid-step on the top landing of the stairs when someone throws a goblet at their head, and she is triggered.

  " ballroom...heheh...BALL...ROOM, i saw no balls in there, only people slow dancing. How about I fix that?" She grins, turns around to face the room, and hikes up their skirt, causing a cascading waterfall of plastic balls to materialize, flooding the room.

  "It's only fair to compensate you for letting me get me drunk off my ass, by HAVING YOU ALL TRIPPING BA~LLS!" A guard running over to apprehend them falls over, landing mouth-first into one of the balls, stopping the man from breaking their teeth. She looks their way." Oh, how do my balls taste? I see you Frenching them with your gross mouth." The balls continue flooding the room, Matilda slowly rising from standing on the ever-growing pile, threatening to engulf everyone.

  " uck, this girlie didn't eat much did she, even with this corset, she had nothing curves wise, but I guess squeezing your organs tends to curb your appetite." Matilda flexes and explodes the dead woman's body. The gore turning into confetti and streamers in mid-air, the dress she was wearing somehow still being intact, as she lands with it draped on their body.

  " still, it's a shame, I liked the dress, maybe I'll tailor it to fit me later." She tears it off in one fluid motion, returning to full jester gear, complete with the hat. as another guard tries to get a hold of her, to pin her, she pulls out a thing that looks like a cross between a raygun and a merry go round." i got this from my hillbilly cousins." it encasses the poor gent in a pink cocoon. "god, i love this thing." she kisses it before promptly tossing it into a near by trash bin.

  she then picks up a mace, and holds it to their mouth like a microphone, somhow broadcasting her voice further than otherwise." buts lets just to the chase: you all suck, you are parasites that don't realise they are ones, and frankly, i can smell the inbreeding from up here." in a more jovial tone as she waggles her finger. "don't deny it you cousin-fuckers; That lady has an actual Hasberg jaw and perma-fat-lip over there, for corn crake's sake. How many lollipops has she licked?" She throws jawbreakers at the drumset to make a rimshot. "And I can tell that codpice is loose, sir, you're not fooling anyone."

  A lady digs herself out of the flood of plastic balls and hides her face behind a hand fan." Oh, my, how improper!" Matilda just walks onto the balls like it's solid ground, and after setting up a stool, holds the woman by the neckline of her dress." I will skin you alive." She suddenly had an idea."...in fact." After looking through the card hand that just materialized, she had one pop out of the hand, and with a swift motion, she sent it flying upwards. The rest of the cards dematerialized before the card changed into a zipper handle and hands in their hand."I just 5hought of the perfect way to deal with all these powdered duke-nuts and squeezed bodies."

  She presses the zipper handle to the woman's torso and drags it downward, her body seeming to deflate, something writhing inside, before climbing out. It is a weasel, one now torn between the knowledge and memories of a human life suddenly too big for its small brain, and the desire to dig through all the colorful balls. After 2 seconds, the she-weasel jumps into the balls." It will make A lovely ensemble for a real party animal!"

  She throws another card at the wall, this one makes a hole, one where a little chubby thing, with nubby horns and a corn dog in one of its hands, walks out of it." Hey, lil imp. Wanna have some momeymakers to shake?" Marilda jostles the skinsuit in her grasp." If so, hop in." The imp stands there for 5 seconds, before it finishes eating its corndog, and waddles over, Matilda actually helping it inside, before zipping it closed. The result is, now the skinsuit inflated back into a human body, one that gets up and dances vigorously with the dumbest look possible on a face most would call elegant, normally.

  A man behind her exclaims in confusion, "My god, what kind of devil are you?!" Matilda's head turns 180 degrees to look at him, accompanied by a sickening, meaty clicking noise, a grin plastered on their face just a little too big for their head. Then promptly walks backwards on the balls, towards him, not breaking eye contact the whole time. She then leans backward farther than a human body can, then twists her whole body while their head stays stationary to look down at him properly. " I was sent from above, so if anything-" holds their own face in both hands, and smiles smaller than before, almost innocently."- I'm an angel."

  Needless to say, the man soiled his pantaloons. He is then 'recasted' like the woman before him, the two pairing up for a dance. The animal that came out was a penguin; it waddled off to eat some of the fish in the kitchen.

  One by one, the partygoers are turned into animals in skin suits, each one being filled with an imp that gets their boogie on. Some of the former humans, managing to retain their memories of personhood, are put in cages originally meant for the entertainment, ironically, a trained animal show. The elephant loves the topiary outside. Matilda made sure to give it plenty of painkillers for its scars and open sores.

  The lion loves the ball pit full of prey animals, finally getting to use its claws for the first time in its life, as well as a full belly.

  They were dubbed Eli and Mr. Scrabbles by Matilda. But they can both tell she is death itself, and submit to whatever she does to them, mostly brushing.

  After the bodies start hitting the floor, dead from exhaustion, she does the stop game command, the animals that were people disappear, and the bodies start writhing in agony, some dying from the sudden shock of the pain. In contrast, others hold on to life in their broken bodies.

  Berry is one of the latter." This wasn't how this life was supposed to go! I was going to have a perfect storybook life, with a modest amount of power, I was gonna coast off it till I died surrounded by family and loved ones." He tears up." Not like this, not bleeding out before my life truly began! It's not fair, IT'S NOT FAIR!" Matilda simply walks over to him and tells him." This isn't a story book, get real." Before stomping his head like a ripe watermelon that owes her money.

  He still lives."...you are sturdier than you look. He might not have enjoyed your company when you were in the position of power, but I found you ridiculous. It would be amusing to have you around as a minion." The prompt appears after gently placing her foot on his head. Berry looks up with his un-bloodied eye." Wha- what are you doing? Minion? I was sent here to stabilize the aristocracy. How did it end up like this?" Matilda looks down on him, not even with malice now." Because they want a board wipe, yeah...simple to the point of infuriating, yes?" Berry gets cardified at the last word, a look halfway between shocked and bemused on his face as he turns into a ' flowery barker' card.

  they then wander the halls of their new house, looking for the bathroom she desired, after a few minutes she taps out. "well, you meatball sub of a body-mate i must leave you for now, we have to wash all the blood off us, so look for a bathroom for me, i need to plot how im going to rectify the fact we might have accidently made the world better by killing those aristocrats. Chao!" They go limp for a second before he stands straight. After finding the bathroom, he fills the tub with warm water from the tap, and lies down in it without taking their clothes off and stares at the ceiling." I guess this is just my life now...they are all dead,...I want to feel bad about that, but I physically can't, I'm just numb to it...I hope it's just shock from all the stuff that has happened in the last few hours."

  After he cleanses their body of filth, blood, and the general feeling of horror, he gets out of the tub, shakes dry like a dog, and walks out into the hallway, almost able to feel the lives of the day staff in their rooms. He ignores them for now as he looks for the master bedroom. After entering it, Matilda finds a king-sized bed. They climb atop it, and their tiny form sinks into it, and for the first time since coming to a new world, they sleep.