A beautiful room - the room of a normally happy teenage girl, bedeckoned with cute decorations, a large desk, and a wonderful bed. On this bed are two things, both of great importance to our story.
The first is a tired and crying girl of perhaps sixteen years of age. She wears a black cocktail dress, the sort of thing one may wear to an important party. It is wrinkled and in need of care, but the wear doesn't seem to notice. Her bright pink hair is long and to her midsection, flowing out as freely as her tears, her body curled into a fetal ball. Weeping, she cares not about the rest of the world as her tears pour out. Her soft lavender eyes are red and puff as she goes on, a tragedy to anyone whom has looked into those soulful orbs and wanted to lose themself in them.
Besides her sits the other item of note on the bed. Stuffed, patched and beaten is a stuffed animal. It's the sort of thing you'd expect from a girl's bedroom, clearly well loved and having seen over this girl since her earliest days. A missing eye, a patch or two, and a general wear show the love and time she has given it's vaguely cat like face and body with a strangely rounded bottom section, as if to allow it to be placed down easily.
Her tears continue to flow, as she looks up briefly and hugs the stuffed animal. "Oh...Mister Round Bottom....," she sniffles. "He didn't come!" Sobbing, she lets one of her hands drop an item - a little tear shaped pendant. "He said he'd come back for me after it was over," she wails. "Why? I thought he..." she sniffles tiredly, closing her eyes as she hugs Mister Round Bottom.
Slowly, she begins to drift off and away into slumber. As she does ,a last murmur escapes her lips. "Ooooh...I'm glad you never leave me," she says, hugging onto the plush toy just a little more. "Always be with me, okay," she says weakly, as she slips into a restful sleep.
An hour passes, the light of the full moon shining through her large bedroom window. The pendant on the bed catches the light, shimmering and shining.
How many years has it been now? the little plush doll wonders, staring with his lone button eye at the girl weeping on the bed.
If he could, he'd shake his head. The poor girl never was lucky at love.
"Oh...Mister Round Bottom....," she sniffles.
If only my hands could move freely...
"He didn't come!"
...I'd swat you on the head.
FOOL! BAFOON! Is what he'd tell her with a stern frown if his face wasn't forever locked in that damnable stitched on smile.
"He said he'd come back for me after it was over," she wails.
Mister Round Bottoms let out a plush sigh of exasperation. God, he wished he could cover his ears. He'd narrow his eyes-- Eye.
Damn visiting cousins. They'd get what was coming to them.... Oh yes they will.... At the girl's hug though, his mental musings were cut short, and he once more returned to the matter at hand. Oh. Right. You were here, weren't you?
The weepy pink-haired girl was Mitsuki Endo, or "Misty" as her friends and family nicknamed her. Mister Round Bottom still wasn't sure if the nick was simply for convenience's sake to be cute or if it related to her rather vaccuous nature.
Not that she was dumb or anything, but really, just how many times must the mouse get electrocuted before it figures out that Door 1 is just no good? A sucker born every minute was definitely speaking of this girl, in his opinion.
And yet...
"Ooooh...I'm glad you never leave me," she says, hugging onto the plush toy just a little more.
He never could fault her for being so trusting and innocent. It was part of what made him glad that she picked him out of a toy store all those years ago. My poor gullible girl. Don't you worry, I'll beat that heartbreaking bastard with a pipe for you and... and... Who am I kidding? I'm just your dollie.
"Always be with me, okay," she says weakly, as she slips into a restful sleep.
Yeah, don't worry about it, kiddo.
He kept his vigil over his worrisome charge as the slow rise and fall of her chest signaled yet another night of crying herself to bed.
It wasn't long after that things began to occur.
What things you might ask?
Weird things. Things that a plush dollie just knew weren't normal. It was plush intuition or something.
There was a tingle, or was it a buzzing? The air was charged with a feeling that made the fur on his back stand on end.
What in the world....
There was the sound of tearing across Mister Round Bottom's belly as a bundle of fluffy stuffing spilled out onto the bed.
Waaaaagh! Busted a stitch!
Or did he?
Sensations that he'd never felt before began to make itself known to him as more pop, rip, and tear noises sounded.
Sweet Mother! My warranty expired!
Just as the little plush thought that he was finally going to go to the big toybox in the sky there was one final pop and the chaos stopped.
Odd. The room shrunk, he thinks to himself before looking down on Misty's sleeping form.
Wait. I can move my head?
He was able to do more than that as he sweeps his gaze across the room in marvel. They eventually settle on his very fleshy hands that he holds in front of his very fleshy face. Still not fully believing the changes, he runs his fingers through the sandy blonde forlocks dangling before his eyes. A sudden shifting in the bed reminded him of just where he was again.
He extended a tentative hand to gently brush the top of the girl's head and drew back when Misty mumbled and snuggles closer against his new body. Hugging never did feel quite like THAT, he noted to himself.
Mister Round Bottom was pinned in place by the arms that looped around his back and could only lie still and blink in the darkness .
On a familiar bed, in a familiar room, with a familiar girl, but with a host unfamiliar feelings.
This is... awkward.
Misty snuggles to you, murmuring softly. "Oh..." she whispers, clutching tightly and curling up into your now fleshy chest. Snoring softly, she continues to stay at rest.
Odd...she smells like good. Like....you aren't sure what, as you've never had a working nose before. But it smells good, something you'd want to smell for awhile.
She's warm, too, as she sleep glomps Mister Round Bottom like _mad_. Oh my. She's so soft, especially in a few places. Perhaps humans are stuffed in certain body parts, too?
Losing his luxurious pelt for this bald, fleshy form wasn't all negatives the newly made young man noted as he shared body warmth with Misty. While he didn't have anything to compare this experience to, he could tell it wasn't bad and as long as it wasn't bad it was good.
Or so went the plush mental process anyway.
The former plushie found himself cradling and stroking the girl's pink head of hair when she pulled herself closer to his body. The action, while strangely... nice? is still odd. As a plush he always served as the recipient rather than a participant so even this oh so familiar motion was, again, unfamiliar territory.
Speaking of territory....
Craning his head and drawing back slightly, Mister Round Bottom glances down at Misty.
Fleshy Folk sure are built oddly, he observes with a puzzled frown. Why would you need padding here of all places? the curious plushie asks as he first stares at then grabs the odd fleshy globes on his owner's chest.
Mister Round Bottom blinks before peering down at himself this time.
And why do I have a stick sewn onto my body?
As Mister Round Bottom stares at the 'twig' sewn into his new body, Misty moans. It's a moan of both pain and something else, as she twists slightly. There is a momentary pause, as her still reddish eyes open.
Then another, secondary pause, as she looks ahead. Her eyes meet yours, just returning from twig inspection. Then, they go wonderfully wide...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PEEEERRRRRVVEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRT! RAPIST!" she screams, the next few things happening swiftly - her body jerking away, a hand slapping your face, and a scrambling girl!
The screaming hurt his ears and scared the piss out of him (not literally), but the slap was worst of all.
Pain.
Definitely not something he was accustomed to.
Scurrying away from the girl he thought he knew, as quickly as possible, he eventually meets the wall by her bed and can go no further. Panicked eyes look for some other venue of escape, but finding none, he resorts to gingerly touching/shielding his stinging cheeks nervous that yet another was soon coming.
He'd been flung across the room before and even stepped on, but it never felt like this. This felt BAD and bad was NOT good.
In a flash, Misty is up and panicking. Her hands run over her body and dress, a rapid fire string of questions falling from her mouth. "Oh my God! Have I been groped? Violated? Abused? Molested? Manhandled," she rattles off, her hands patting down her body. "Oh God...now no one will want to marry me, and I'll never have kids or a family, and....waaaaaah!" she cries, falling to her knees.
For a moment, anyway, as her crying jag stops shortly when she realises that a certain plush cum human is still in the room.
"Who are you want what are you doing in my roomGETOUTAAAH!" she begins, trailing off again. "You're NAKED! AAAAAAAH!" Her eyes go to your middle body, and that strange protruding twig. Her face goes BEET RED, eyes locked on it.
Gee, is it sprouting leaves or something?
Mister Round Bottom follow the path her eyes take and blinks. What is it about this stick that's so interesting? I bet it gets in the way when I sit or something. Seeing that Misty was still not with the functioning world. What, is it magical or something? You'd think it summons water or makes babies or something.
Still rubbing his raw cheek and finding it cold now without her body heat, he ventures forth with his first attempt at speech, "Mi...s...ty?"
"Kyaaa!" she yelps. "How do you know my name? Oh God, you're a perverted stalker!" Declaring it so, her eyes still wander to your stick again - she certainly seems to be interested in it.
A second later, she tears her gaze from that. "Don't violate me! I'll call the police and sue for child support," she goes on, inching towards the wall. "I don't want to be a teenage mother and never get married!"
There was a blink. Most of what she said blowing right over his head, but seeing that her attention was once more drifting he places a hand to cover his stick from view. "You can play with it later or something, I'm speaking here," he tells her, a smidge grumpily.
"I'm not sure what a... 'stalker' is, but I've known you since you were five years old, so of course I'd know your name, Misty." Mister Round Bottom said it rather matter of factly, as if stating a simple point of fact.
Waving her hands in front of her, "I-I-I don't want to play with it!" she exclaims, cheeks even redder. As she half incoherently stammers that out, she hears you next words.
Her hair goes straight up as she leaps up in shock, panicking. "Oh, I knew it! You are a stalker!" she says, shivering. "You've been watching me that long?! You've waited until my parents are out of town to plunder this innocent maiden's charms!"
Tiring a bit he sits on the bed, covering himself to shield from the cold and Misty's roving eyes.
"Your parents bought me for your birthday," Mister Round Bottom begins, a tad miffed that he has to explain what he sees as being so obvious. Still seeing the distrustful gaze though, "You just cried yourself to bed asking me to always be with you."
Resting his chin on his palm, he waited for the heavenly bodies in Misty's mental constellation to align themselves properly.
Her two heavenly bodies are already aligned thanks to her dress and bra, but her less stellar brain makes an effort to join them. She blinks once and then twice at your words, a, "Huh," escaping her lips as she does a pretty good imitation of a fish mouth. "Wait, wait, wait....wha?" she says in confusion, staring again.
"Mister Round Bottom," he tells her slowly before elaborating. "Look, I even have the mark where that nasty Naito kid pulled my arm off to make you cry," the ex-plushie says, tracing a line around his shoulder. "But you stitched it back on so it wasn't too bad."
There is an odd reddish scar there, something that wouldn't occur on a normal human. Of course, Mister Round Bottom fails the normal check on every level ever imagined, so...
"Wha..." she says, mouth agape as she stares. "But...but....that's impossible!" she exclaims finally. "No way!" Nodding quickly, "Stuffed animals can't turn into naked perverts just like that. It's just not the way the world works," Misty goes on. "Besides, if you ARE Mister Round Bottom, you'll still have the Mitsuki stamp on your bottom."
OOC: You'll get yours in the end, fiend. I'll make a 'special' game thread for you one of these days.... -_-
He blinks at that before standing, lifting the cover and finally checking for the 'seal of approval'.
OOC - Whaaaaaat? >_>
IC -
Looking down at your disturbingly fleshy body, you note the stick seems to be...shrinking? Drawing back into your body? Odd. You don't see any stamp, though, as Mitsuki stares on, a blush and rant going on all the while.
"Hmm. No stamp," Mister Round Bottom says aloud, which garners a verbose (yet pause filled) tirade out of Misty that simply leaves him scratching his head in puzzlement. Honestly, what DID she get from staring like that? he wonders.
She sure is breathing hard and turning red. I wonder if she has that... 'fever' again, he asks himself.
The former plush wasn't quite sure exactly what that term meant, but he could recall clearly how bad off she was while in bed. There seemed to be two different types as far as he could figure.
One involved the participation of her mother with towels and strange liquids, while the other one was just her in bed scratching some kind of itch that saw her perky and upright soon after. He thought about suggesting the second option if she didn't get better soon.
In the meanwhile....
"So what do I have to do to prove I'm Mister Round Bottom?" he asks.
After a bit more of the same outrageously odd claims, she straightens. "Turn around," she finally says. "I stamped Mister Round Bottom on the bottom! If it's there, I'll believe you," she nods.
There's no WAY it'll be there! This little pervert...he's a cute pervert, though...
Why can't I get a boyfriend, yet I get a stalker? It's not FAIR!
"I marked Mister Round Bottom as my own toy, and he has to have that mark on him!"
If that's what it was going to take, it's what he was going to do. With that decided, he stands, placing the covers back on the bed, and turns so Misty can conduct her inspection.
It's oddly different now that your backside isn't on those covers or bed. It's not as nice, and it's somewhat displeasant to seperate it from them.
As that feeling goes through, there is a momentary pause. Then..."Aaaahhh!" Misty half shrieks. "I don't believe it! It's really there!" As she yelps, she rushes to you in a flash, peering at your backside rather closely. The Mitzuki stamp is there as a tatoo, even the cute heart around it still intact. It's on your right side of that padded part of your rear, or so you can roughly guess by her inspection. "No way! It's impossibmable!"
"So you believe me now?" Mister Round Bottom asks, peering over his shoulder at Misty who's fully absorbed in staring at his padding.
"I..." she stammers, still staring in honest disbelief. "But if you have it..." Meandering through shock and self doubt, she setlles back to sit on her bed. "Oh my God, my stuffed animal is a cute guy..." she mutters to herself, her jaw hanging open like a bug trap.
A faintly displeasant smell comes from it, too.
Mister Round Bottom takes a seat next to the stunned girl, covering himself with the sheets once more, as she speaks. "That's a good thing then?" he asks, giving her a curious look.
No answer, as she babbles to herself in shock. This isn't anything new, as she's been known to have conversations with herself when annoyed or distracted.
At least she's not having a long discussion with herself about her last 'boyfriend', or how hard her remedial homework is. She's only going on about you, after all.
"I'ts crazy! It's insane! I mean...stuffed toys don't turn into guys!"
"There, there," the now fleshy Mister Round Bottom tells Misty as he puts a comforting arm around the girl and pats her on the head. "Everything'll be okay," he adds in as comforting a manner as he could manage, even though he himself was uncertain on that point.
"It had better be," she nods, still in shock and her stinky mouth staying more open than closed. "Man, my friends will never believe this! They'll call me Misty-headed again," she sighs, referencing a nickname she's complained about on occasion. Well, on more than occasion, perhaps.
If by occasion, you mean every other day when she's grumbling to you.
Mister Round Bottom simply nods in reply, having no words to really reply with at first, but then, "Why would they say that about you?" Genuinely puzzled, he so asks.
"Would you believe me if I told you my stuffed animal came to life," she asks simply, her body warm - you're closer to her now, and it feels nice, how it did when she was close to you.
"Yes," he replies to her question. No hesitation in his response there. "Why wouldn't I believe what you'd tell me?"
At that, she slumps to the side a little, closer to you. Warm indeed...it's a good feeling. "Yeah, I forgot whom I was talking to. I mean...it's just so crazy," she sighs.
A comfortable silence settles. The scene could be considered cute - a girl with her plushie of long acquaintance - if not for the detail about the plushie being of flesh now and currently sitting naked in said girl's bed.
"You're warm," Mister Round Bottom notes idly, with their close proximity. And soft, he adds in thought, peeking quickly at her front padding first then staring and flexing his hand at the memory. A sniff reintroduces that sweet smell from before as he draws closer trying to find the source.
It's coming from all over her body, like amasking scent. Or so you think, as...
"Huh..." she says to that, ten, "Hey, what ARE you DOING?" she yelps as you get closer, hair toinging out. "You're invading Misty space!"
"You smell... really nice..." Mister Round Bottom tells her as he continues to slowly draw nearer.
Odd. His head felt rather foggy. As if it wasn't quite working right. As if he wasn't himself. As if-- Well, he'd have noted all this if the sweet scent of something was muddying things up.
So warm...so nicely smelling...so...
A San Fransisco level fog bank takes root in your brain, the oddest thing. My, it's a shame that Misty hasn't been this pleasant to you before when she hugged you.
"Gah," she shouts, eyeing you and starting to freak out. "Hey, this is getting weird," she protests, as you draw extremely close.
OhGodOhGodOhGod! StuffedBottomclosecuteguy....guh!
If one were talented enough to see mental energy, one might see sparks flying from the poor, often abused brain of one Mitsuki Endo. One could even call it an overload - one should if he could see this, as the frequency of it would require it to be named.
"Mister Round Bottom," she eeps out, as you draw in...
The clouds in his mind part at the scared tone that tints and colors Misty's voice. "Huh?" he states, confused.
Noticing now their intimate proximity he blinks then blinks again. "Did something happen?" he asks, the thought of moving back not even entering his formerly fuzzy (in more ways than one) mind.
Misty is blushing hard, her face as red as the spagetti sauce she used to stain her clothes with so long ago.
And by long ago, you mean last year. She's not always the most graceful and least clumsy girl in the world.
"Um..." she manages. "PERSONAL SPACE GAH! PERSONAL SPACE!"
Mister Round Bottom simply blinks at Misty's flailing antics. What WAS this... 'personal space' anyway? Pushing the question aside and addressing the matter at hand, "Did your fever come back again?" he asks, placing a hand on her cheek then switches to touching foreheads as he'd seen Misty's mom do in the past.
Her forehead is nice and warm, but not hot. In fact, it's very nice indeed. Misty freezes up as you do this, as you lean in.
You're right in her face, and...and....it's nice here.
Ask Mister Round Bottom why he was doing whatever it was he was doing and he wouldn't have a clue. He just knew it was nice on some primal or instinctual level as he shifted the contact into a soft nuzzle.
Indeed it is. The strangest feeling sinks into your midsection, making you feel...alert? Jittery? It's hard to describe, yet welcoming and desirable.
"...GAH!" Misty finally regains control of her body, flying off from you in a flash. "What are you doing? You just don't go and nuzzle someone you aren't familiar with like that," she manages as you realise there isn't a warm girl to lean against and gravity begins to reinstate it's iron reign.
Mister Round Bottom stops himself from flopping over on the bed with his hand. He could feel his heart racing and the warmth that flushes his cheeks amid Misty's mild scolding. Turning to look at her, he pauses when he finds himself staring, the blush quickly returning, and averts his eyes without word of reply.
What the heck was going on?
I don't do that. That's not like me.
Then... why?
Questions, questions, questions. He was hunting for answers with no success.
Misty stares a moment, caught off guard herself. This lasts not long, as..."Um..." she says before the odd silence can really settle in and ruin things, "Clothes, right," she nods. "I'll go get some of Dad's clothes!"
Watching the blur of pink bolt out of the room, Mister Round Bottom settles himself to sit cross-legged on the bed. Still quiet, he mulls over all the recent happenings with an odd look on his face; one of contemplation and annoyed puzzlement.
Things were happening - weird things - and it was all coming fast, maybe too fast.
Indeed, this gives you some time alone to think.
Wow, Misty's room is smaller now. It's almost tiny, your body huge and bulky. This large room that was your home, it's like it's been shrunk...
"Here," Misty ducks back in, tossing an assortment of clothes onto her bed and stepping back out. "Get dressed!" On the bed plops down a green shirt with symbols on it - reading, something Misty took awhile to learn as you remember - a pair of sweat plants, and some odd white garment kind of like Misty's white panties she wears underneath her clothes. It's bigger and has odd things on front, though, and is less frilly.
He was thankful that he had watched Misty change enough times to get the gist of how some of the garments were supposed to be put on.
The green shirt went on first, though figuring out which hole his head and arms were supposed to exit through was more than a bit frustrating. The white thing was a bit odd and through trial and error he found a comfortable fit that his stick didn't protest to. The pants went on easily enough though he had to backtrack a bit when he found no hole for his head.
All in all a frustrating and annoying process. Sure it was warmer, but was it really worth the hassle?
Hm.
It's not long after that Misty knocks on the door. "Are you dressed yet," she asks.
"Yeah," he replies loud enough to be heard through the door, then softly to himself, "I think."
Misty enters again. She nods to your job of managing to garb yourself, leaning against the doorframe. "Okay..." she drawls. "So...um...now what?" she asks you plainly, like you're a genie with wishes and answers. "You have a reason for being hunan or something, right?"
Trailing off at that, she nods. "Waitaminute!" Grinning suddenly, "Wait, wait wait! I'm going to be a magical girl, aren't I? YES!" she leaps up, cheer coming back quickly. "You're going to give me a cute outfit and I'm going to use the stick you give me to blast evildoers?"
Mister Round Bottom gives the girl an odd look.
"Um..." he offers, but no thought on the matter was readily forthcoming. "What's a magic girl?" he asks her, clearly puzzled by her claims then adds, "And if you really want my stick, you can use it when you want - take the whole thing if you like. Did you want it, Misty?"
"It's what you're going to turn me into...it's what you have to be here for," is her pert reply. "So give me the magic stick I'll use to fight evil," she nods in agreement.
Mister Round Bottom simply scratches his chin. He was feeling a bit squirmy at the expectant look he was recieving full-blast from Misty.
"C'mon! Give it to me," she eyes you even more. Her expectant gaze is rather impressive for a girl's, full of 'Gimme!' and 'I want it!".
"Once I have that stick, my life will be amazing," she goes on to herself. "The pretty magical girl always has a cute guy to save her...oooh...." she smiles to herself, giggling. "I hope he's really handsome and rich and..."
<Liddo-kun> You know, some of the premise for this might make for an interesting fic.
<Liddo-kun> Though the game itself is... meh. >_>
> Yeah. It's kind of the idea behind this forum - throw shit and ideas at the wall and see what sticks. <_<
<Liddo-kun> I almost want to stick a fork in it to be merciful. >_>;
> If you want to, sure. I'll post that we're done with it and I'll prod people to make new topics to try and get various things going. <_<
<Liddo-kun> Sure.
Sounds good.
Had fun, even if it was one of those cases where it didn't take off. Ah well, still had a few good laughs off of it.