SVTFOE: Gender Bend AU

Blood Moon Ball Part Three: Quest Buy

We arrive in Quest Buy. The horribly disorganized death trap of a store that many have gone mad trying to figure out.

"What is this place?" Marcie asks.

"This is Quest Buy," I explain, "a dimensional superstore where we can get anything, and I mean anything. Only problem is, no one is entirely sure how to get around the place, and it is kinda..."

I decide not to tell Marcie, but the High Commission have eyes all over this place. I'll have to be quick if I wanna get out of here before they send their goons after me.

"Kinda what?" Marco asks.

"Let's just hurry," I avoid the question, "I can't be late."

We begin to wander the store, looking for where the suits are, until I hear something over the intercom.

"Attention Comet Butterfly," a voice booms, "you have been charged with treason. A member of the High Commission is on their way to apprehend you. Resistance may result in use of fatal force. Struggle at your own risk."

"Well that was sooner than expected," I sigh.

"What's going on?" Marcie asks, "High Commission? Does this have something to do with your mom?"

"SHE IS NOT MY MOM," I growl, the green glow returning, "she is a mad queen who must be stopped."

"Are you OK?" Marcie asks, "you're kinda... glowing."

"What?" I ask, "it's not green, is it?"

"Is it bad if it is?" Marcie asks.

"Very," I reply.

"Yeah," Marcie looks away, "it's green."

"Why not?" I exclaim with fustration, "I mean, Huckleberry's on his way to kill me so, let's throw that in the mix!"

"Woah," Marcie tries to calm me down, "hold up. Who's Huckleberry?"

"Huckleberry is a member of the High Commission," I explain, "a group of god-like beings who rule over everything. Huckleberry is a demon-like man who uses dimensional scissors to go between dimensions. He is extremely dangerous and could strike from anywhere at any moment. Look, I understand if you wanna go back. It's not safe for you here. I'll handle the rest."

I take out my bell and prepare to ring it, but then Marcie stops me, replying, "I'm not afraid of some dude with scissors. I know karate. I can defend myself."

"Suit yourself," I sigh, "but I warned you."

"That's why we're here," Marcie smiles, "to get you a suit."

"Heh," I smile, "that's funny. But for real, we better move."

We now rush through the store, until I hear Huckleberry's voice, he speaks with a posh, British accent, "well well well. If it isn't the runaway prince."

Huckleberry approaches, a tall, slender man in an orange suit with a small moustache and a British design to his clothing.

"Look," I explain, "before you attack me, I just wanna say that I'm not your enemy. It's him."

I point to one of the sloth workers and we flee as quick as we can. After a few minutes of running, we enter an area full of dresses.

"We're getting close," Marcie explains.

"We gotta hurry," I reply, "Huckleberry won't be far behind."

We wander through the racks of dresses, looking for where the dresses end and the suits begin until Marcie stops at an orange dress.

"Man this one's beautiful," she picks it up.

"Huh," I smile, "sure does look nice. Orange is actually my favorite color. What's yours?"

"Red," Marcie explains, "but I like orange too. I think I'll buy it."

"You got any money on ya?" I ask.

"I got some," Marcie replies.

"Alright," I reply, "let's keep moving."

"Hold up," Marcie replies, "I wanna try it on first. I saw a changing room just to the left. I'll be right back."

"Alright," I sigh, "but hurry."

Marcie goes to try on the dress, while I wait. I hear Huckleberry's laughter, arrogant and echoing.

"What's a lad like yourself hoping to do with that wand?" He inquires.

"I intend to kill Moon," I reply, my green glow growing brighter, "and reclaim my birthright."

"Do you really think you can defeat the High Commission?"

"I don't need to beat the High Commission, just Moon. The High Commission is fine as they are."

"Huh," Huckleberry replies, revealing himself, "that's all?"

"Yeah," I reply, "so we gonna do this or not?"

"If you have no problem with me," Huckleberry explains, I say live and let live. However, I do wanna say that bell of yours isn't the most efficient way to travel. I won't help you directly, but I won't hinder your efforts either. If you ever want a pair of scissors, you're welcome to come earn them. Until then, farewell."

Huckleberry opens an orange portal and leaves. Marcie returns just as soon as Huckleberry is gone, wearing the orange dress. She smiles at me sweetly, and my green glow calms down for some reason. I don't know why, but her smile calms me down, and helps me forget about Moon. It seems so welcoming me, making me feel at home, safe.

"How does it look?" She asks.

"You look amazing," I smile, a pink glow on my cheeks, a glow similar to what sometimes happens when I'm with Tiffany, but it's never been THIS bright before. Not as far as I can remember. Sure, the pink glow will happen with her, but, not like this.

"Thanks," Marcie's smile grows, "come on, let's find your suit."

We proceed through the store until we finally find where the suits are. I pick a white and red suit, one that will fit of the Blood Moon Ball. We go to pay and afterwards, I ring the bell.

"Take me to the Blood Moon Ball," I demand, "and take her back to Earth."

"As you wish mortal," the demon replies. I get in the carriage. Marcie sits next to me, sitting a little bit to close for comfort. I find myself blushing and the pink glow returning. We head to the Underworld...