Living in an Imagination

Alignments and Most of the Good Stuff

The Creators stumbled upon each other to get out of the portal. In front of them was a sight they never seen before.

A wide room, fantastically furnished, white marble, yellowish stone and polished stone with different lettering, Nordic and Greek and Egyptian hieroglyphs. The furniture are quite modern, seemingly custom made with engraved mythological scenes like the 12 Olympians and their legends.

Elsa's eyes widened, "Holy Hera, this place is-"

Aria snapped, "Did you forget what happened earlier? Zalgo blew up the base!"

"I chose not to acknowledge."

"I suggest you stay that way." A calm, velvety voice sounded, making everyone snap their heads towards the source. A man who is wearing a purple shirt with black long sleeves sat at the stairs. He has hair covering the entirety of his right face. Black eyeliner around his visible eye.

Lips curling up to a small smirk, Zalgo tilted his head and raised up a two fingers, " 'Sup?"

Eda lunged at him with a growl, knocking him backwards. Zalgo grunted as Eda held him in place with her knee to his chest. The others were too shocked to move.

"You blew up the base! You killed Sireda!" Eda grabbed his collar and hissed at him.

"Just to clarify, I did non of that." Zalgo gasped but did not attempt to remove Eda's hands.

"Explain."

"That wasn't me."

The Creators stepped forward, intrigued to know the truth. Glier huffed, "That explains nothing at all."

"It doesn't so please get off him?" A feminine voice said.

A slim blonde figure, draped in a Greek chiton, walked into view, holding what appears to be a bundle of fresh bandages.

"And who are you?" Autumn asked.

The woman set down the bandages and sighed, "Call me Quetzal."

"As if we don't have enough people or animals named Quetzal." Glier scoffed.

"Can you get off me?" Zalgo groaned.

"You need to get off him." Quetzal confirmed.

Eda hissed, "And why is that?"

Zalgo arched his back, his arms raised but he put them down again, he tossed his head back and screamed. Eda immediately backed off, Zalgo crumbled to the floor, hands pressing his chest and folded his legs to chest. Quetzal rushed over to him, fresh bandage in hand.

Soon, Zalgo relaxed, he closed his eyes and exhaled, he extended his legs a little.

Quetzal looked at the Creators and nodded, "Wait for me in the other room."

Silently, Eda ushered her friends to the room Quetzal gestured to, turning back only to catch a glance at Zalgo's agonised but somewhat hopeful expression.

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???'s POV
Ugh hopefully Quetzal keeps her part of the promise, I got her what she wanted and all I ask is secrecy.

I patted Nightmare, her physique is undesirable, I foresee possible genetical diseases, fatal ones. She also would not be able to carry much weight. What can I do...

An idea popped into my head. Quite strangely because I am not the creative one but my friend, Corvus did teach me some tricks. I think I have enough power for that one thing.

"Now stay here, Nighty, it'll feel weird for... I don't know? A while?" I gently patted her neck and ran my fingers through some strands of her mane. She snorted as I tickled her muzzle.