DON'T PHUCK THIS UP. [phighting si]

CHAPTER 1 - DESCENT INTO INFERNO::228'S RESUMÉ GAP

IT WAS CONCERNINGLY EARLY for your typical wake up time. About two hours earlier, in fact. The comments from your upload yesterday made you a little giddy as you read and responded to them - "Biograft Karaoke Night" was an interesting thought to hold in your mind as you opened your closet. You ran your fingers through the clothing as worm activity picked up to audible vibrations.

Good morning, Hivecom!

"Hello xterisk."

Formal stuff is in the other drawer

"Thanks."

You opened the other drawer as per Honey's directions. You rifled through for a brief moment, taking out a dark button up shirt and jacket. It wouldn't drop below 15°C today, so told your worms. You never really handled heat well, but your stubborn resistance against wearing short-sleeved clothing in public really pressured you against improving. Pulling a simple pair of light trousers out, a thought came across you.

"What do you think public bathrooms are like?"

normal

Maybe like mist showers or deodorant or something. Or just nothing.

Probably nothing

Musings aside, today you really needed a job. At some point yesterday the parasites had sent an rmail, somehow, and your interview would be within a couple of hours. You weren't quite sure how an interview for a library of all things would go, but the little you interacted with the Phighters, the better. (You weren't a big fan of the prospect of getting horribly mauled.) You wandered down your fairly barren apartment, entering the bathroom. A shower sat in the far corner, a notable lack of toilet, and a sink cabinet with a mirror were the main things of note in this room. You went through the motions, washing your hands, teeth, face, etcetera. Standing before the mirror, your eyes drifted to the unnoticeable orb.

"Still no clue what this is."

Boop

Your arm, against your own will, went up and tapped the orb. It grew, sitting like some sort of strange halo between your horns. It reflected in the mirror, light bouncing across the room. You spun it, watching the orb twirl around.

"You think I can flashbang people with this?"

A searing light exploded into the bathroom, the world morphing into a photonegative haze. Your eyes did not burn, but the feeling was there, as if it were muffled through a concrete wall. As quickly as it came, it was gone, and your mouth was left slightly agape.

...WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.

i guess we *can* flashbang people

"..I feel like we should... put that aside. For now," you responded, although more of a comfort to yourself more than anything. Shrinking it, you left the bathroom, a little more shaken up than when you entered. The kitchen was your next destination as you stepped in, sounds shifting from tiles to wooden imitations. You passed the pigeon nest on your kitchen windowsill, giving a brief glance to the towering, claustrophobic buildings and architecture of humanity - no, demonkind? They were demons, right?

Although this reality was much more favoured in terms of where you could've ended up from what you liked, there was one major flaw - you never looked into the lore and relationships of the world. Hell, you barely had an idea what most of the Phighters were like outside of their appearances! And those were just character design-based educated guesses, you could be gap moe-d in half a second and shredded to bits by an unfortunate encounter with a friendly-looking Sword deity. Ohh crap, why didn't you research it last night-!