Butterfly of the Undead

1: Beginning

A/N: Trigger warning, there's a dog attack.

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Ashlynn was ready to murder the gods. Seriously. Because she sure remembers going to sleep like a normal person, being excited for her sister's birthday tomorrow like a normal person, and setting her alarm for work like a normal person.

She does not remember going to sleep in a mansion, with thin wooden walls and ceilings like something out of a storybook, nor does she remember having white hair instead of black, nor does she remember being able to see a blue screen out of the corner of her eye!

Speaking of translucent blue screens, said blue screen wouldn't shut up!

[Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Important things must be said three times!

Welcome, new user, to the world of "The Owl in the Mist!"!

Your mission is to change the ending of this horrible story! The rewards will be great, as user will see in the future, upon completion of task!

We wish you the best of luck!]

That'd be nice, Ashlynn mused, staring up at the wooden ceiling with the sound of servants tittering about this building in the background. Through the similarly wooden walls she could hear faint voices from another area but wasn't able to make out anything. There was absolutely nothing to help her at the moment, and she groaned, throwing a thin, pale and child's arm over her eyes, barely suppressing a shiver. Yeah. That'd be really nice. You know, it really would.

If I had read the book, that is!

She's barely even heard of it! All she knows is it's some fantasy book that came out not too long ago, which did okay enough that her sister liked it. She doesn't even remember the blurb besides some words about a root and a murderous queen.

"Hi." She whispered into the air, grimacing at the high-pitched and silky voice that came out instead of her rough own. "What the fuck are you?"

[This is user's System! System's purpose is to assist in and ensure the completion of user's given task!

Your mission is to change the ending of this horrible story! The rewards will be great, as user will see in the future, upon completion of task!

Level: 1 (|_________|) 2246 pts until Lv.2]

That's it. She concludes as footsteps approach her door. I'm in a place where I did not fall asleep, there's something in my head I'm probably hallucinating from drugs or worse, and I look like I was left in a bleach bucket. There's a glass of water on the wood nightstand next to her, and she grabs it, covering the top with her other hand and grimacing at how pale and small it is. This was not how her day was supposed to go. She was supposed to wake up early and make pancakes for her sister before going to work, not--this. Most definitely not this.

The door opens, and a somewhat elderly lady steps into the room. "Miss Lily?" She asks, her face lighting up as she sees Ashlynn out of bed.

She tries not to feel bad as she throws the water in the lady's face and shoves her way past, sprinting down the stairs frantically.

"Miss Lily!"

"Lady Lily?"

"Young lady, what are you doing?"

Shit shit shit! Shit! Shit! She tries not to panic as more people in waiter-like uniforms begin to swarm her, wiggling past them and out of the long room that had been at the bottom of the stairs. Door, door--there! Even better, she can see light streaming through the window! She slams her small body into the wood frame, ignoring the sharp pain throughout her entire shoulder as she fumbles with the golden door handle. It jams against something unseen, and she curses, slamming her small fists against it until someone grabs her shoulders.