(A/N): I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN FOREVER, DON'T BE MAD AT ME!!

TAKE THESE PICTURES OF MY CAT, BLAZE, AND FORGIVE ME!!

Also my writing style changed a bunch so, uh... yeah, it's gonna look a tad bit different now. Welp.

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Holy shit I feel weird now.

"Something just happened..." I comment, staring at my torso as I set Bella and Treya down to follow Syringeon to a different part of the room, behind a wall.

"The Givanium in your body probably is causing those sensations, it should be normal." Syringeon says, not too focused on you as you follow him to this... vault-looking thing.

"No, it feels like we've finally been brought back into use after months." I retort, rubbing my head. "Like an author finally writing again..?"

Then I give the author a deadpan look. She tells me to 'shut the fuck up and stop breaking the fourth-wall (Y/N) or I'll stop writing to fuck with you'. I roll my eyes and get back into character.

"What?" Syringeon asks, looking at me like I'm insane.

"Nothing." I reply, desperately wishing none of this happened and I was at home with my child in a decent school and I had a bunch of money and could just smoke a blunt.

I don't even smoke weed. It's just that I need it now after all this bullshit.

"Let's see what my assistant have prepared for us, shall we?" Syringeon asks, trying to ignore me being my weird little self. He presses this giant ass button with his weird-ass metal hand things that aren't even hands and the vault slowly opens.

Then it shows this tiny ass hole in the wall with a copy of (D/N)'s remote, except this one has two antennae to be fancy.

"I introduce to you the Remote 2.0! A name I totally didn't make on the spot." Syringeon says, totally making the name up on the spot. "Take it, it's all yours."

"...welp, bye old remote." I tell my old remote, chucking it aside as I take the new one (damn I need to repaint my nails). "Hello, new remote."

"I see a pathetic piece of equipment like your old remote, and the tinkerer inside of me goes crazy."

At Syringeon's words, I pick up my old remote off the ground and then chuck it at him. He easily catches it with one hand, and I know my beef with this man will never end.

It's not as bad as my beef with Stinger Flynn, but it's still bad.

"Let's put it to the test. See that control panel over there?" Oh yeah, I see it. "That's where you'll go when you need to take control of your drone."

"Control?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Let me finish." He replies, glaring down at you.

"I will go Feral again." I warn. I'm now calling turning into that monster-thing 'going Feral'. It just sounds cooler than saying 'shape-shifting' or something.

I'm gonna go Feral on Stinger Flynn for kidnapping your child next time I see him. Or at least, I'll try.

"This new remote will act like a password. It'll give you access to the control panels." He finishes, ignoring me. "But some situations will require you to view things from a different perspective."

"There's a big button on the opposite side of the wall. Let's see if you can hit it while you maneuver your drone." Syringeon directs me, and then gives me a dad-look.

It's honestly kinda shitty. He clearly is a deadbeat father. I gotta educate this man so he can give good dad-looks to people.

I shrug and turn, smacking the button and-

HOLY SHIT I'M INSIDE (D/N). I HAVE BECOME (D/N). OUR BOND HAS NEVER FELT MORE COMPLETE NOW THAT WE'VE FUSED.

IS THIS WHAT THE ANIME PROTAGONISTS FEEL LIKE?!

I fly around, see my body standing blankly next to the button, and see Syringeon looking pleased with himself. Then I fly out and see Bella and Treya talking about how cool their new mom is..?

Wait, they think of me as their mother?

Fuck yeah, more children!

Then you keep flying out and into the city, turning around and noticing the button on the wall outside. I fly over and smack into it, pleased with myself as I'm suddenly lurched back into my body.

"That wasn't too hard, was it?" Syringeon asks, smug.

"It wasn't." I reply, giving this man a rare bit of grace. He pulled this shit off well.

...Aw fuck, my hand is partially melted and my fingers are tinged with black (not that I'm turning into a black woman, more like my body is turning literally charcoal black). Guess doing that for too long will cause my body to slowly melt into Givanium. Goddammit, I can't have anything good.

"Scratch that, it was." I say, raising my hand. It's slowly returning to normal.

"...too bad, that's your problem." He tells me, and us two have a glaring match.

"We'd better get to finding that green gorilla. I have no idea what Sir Dadadoo's planning, but something tells me it ain't pretty." Syringeon says, changing the subject.

"Okay, and?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"There's a witness waiting for me on one of the streets, and I've got a mess that I gotta clean up thanks to yoy," Syringeon says, giving you a pointed look, "Go talk to them instead."

"...fine, but be a better father to your children and call them by their actual names." You say, glaring, "Bella and Treya."

"53 and 54."

"Bella and Treya or I'm not doing anything."

"...fine. Bella and Treya."

"Great." I say, grinning. Oh cool, my teeth are now sharp. Like, naturally. I got fangs, baby!

"I told them I might not come myself anyway and instead send someone, so they'll talk to you." Syringeon says, motioning for you to leave. "The city is lit up, so it should be safe from the Naughty Ones. Go on now."

"Sayonara, jerk face." You tell him, avoiding swearing as you head out. Then you realize you have no idea where you're going.

"...how do I leave?" You ask him, and Syringeon sighs and grabs you by the collar (you now realize you're in some sorta medical dress. You don't know how to feel about this man probably changing your clothes) and drags you out, leading you to another room and opening an orange door.

"...fuck you too." I tell him quietly as the door opens and he lets me go, and I leave before I hear his response, ignoring a wall of terms and conditions I'll probably be uneffected by, because I'm beautiful as fuck and you are too, and following an arrow that points to a 'Town Square'.

I walk down some stairs that I somehow don't trip down because of how dark they are and watch as some alien-looking fucker sees me and runs. There's also a statue of Syringeon I'm going to vandalize the moment I get the chance.

But, instead of doing what I was sent to do, I sit down and process the fact I'm not a human anymore. I can look like one most of the time, but now I'm like these fuckers.

Did Banban actually do this?

...no. No he couldn't of.

He knocked me out for like half and hour forever ago. He couldn't have changed my entire body system then. Anyways, at that point Opila and Nabnab were there and he couldn't keep them asleep long enough to change all my blood into Givanium. Plus, there wasn't anything nearby me then to do that.

I got mad for no reason at Banban. Which is my bad.

So who the hell knocked me out long enough to do that and had access to lots of access Givanium to do this to me?

...

Stinger Fuckface Flynn.

THAT DAMNED JELLYFISH MUST'VE DONE THIS. IT ALL LINES UP.

I'M GOING TO CASTRATE HIM.

Wait he probably doesn't have a penis considering he was made to be around children.

I'M GOING TO CASTRATE HIM DESPITE THIS FACT.

My hands are melting again. Getting angry like this isn't helping me. I need to stay calm, maintain my humanity.

...okay, what could've caused my Givanium to 'trigger'? There are so many things, but...

...was it that weirdass cow that killed me?

It would make sense...

...what the fuck happened to me? Not too long ago I was a single-mother who worked hard for her son and now I'm... this.

...I can't stop myself from breaking down into tears and feeling like a pathetic, helpless teenager all over again.