Summary: Amorpho always did enjoy a good cup O’ joe.
No content warnings apply.
Notes: This takes place after Hostage Situation, but can easily be read independently. I switch pronouns I use for Amorpho depending on what form he’s currently taking.
It was a lovely day in Elmerton, Illinois and Amorpho was a horrible, horrible shapeshifter.
Amorpho was careful to make sure he was well out of Billy’s area, so that way he could have as much fun as he wanted without being interrupted. He definitely didn’t want a repeat of last time. He began his day at the same time the little humans did, after all there was no point causing chaos before people were up in the morning. He decided the corner coffee store would be his target, he took his first form, a young, blonde lass he had seen on one of his many exploits. A pretty little thing, dainty and polite. Amorpho strutted into the coffee shop, her hair swishing behind her.
Immediately, the teen working the counter flushed.
“Good morning, Miss!” He sputtered, “what can I get you today?”
Making sure to bat her eyelashes and watch the little barista turn a wonderful shade of red, Amorpho began his order in a shy voice, “an I have a small black coffee with 4 pumps of pineapple syrup?”
Amorpho had to fight off laughter at the boy’s expression. “Anything else? Any sugar or creamer?” He asked, as if fearing the answer.
Amorpho made sure to put a finger to her bright pink lips to contemplate for a moment, “I’ll take a muffin too!” She chirped.
The barista quickly made her coffee and added a muffin to her order. Amorpho paid with some cash she had picked off some poor schmuck not even an hour ago, and then walked out the restaurant. Amorpho quickly turned a corner while sipping on the coffee he couldn’t quite taste, she had quickly eaten the muffin in a matter of minutes. It took a lot of energy to change shape, especially since the air in Elmerton wasn’t nearly as dense in ectoplasm. She smiled and let her form fall, returning to his original shape.
Amorpho stretched his neck and limbs, before his form blurred and he took a new shape. A burly wrestler, with arms as thick as his previous form’s waist. The shirt was tight fitting, exposing his muscles as they flexed underneath the thin fabric. Amorpho strutted from the alley with as much gusto as he could manage sauntered back into the coffee shop.
The young man’s eyes widened as he made his way to the counter. Amorpho didn’t let the boy speak first, playing the part perfectly in everything from his gait to his posture.
“Black coffee, 4 pumps of pineapple. No sugar or cream,” Amorpho ordered in a gruff voice.
The barista blinked, definitely recognizing the order.
Amorpho did this a couple more times, watching the barista’s growing distress as a seemingly different stream of customers ordered the same exact drink. Amorpho of course drank each coffee, until he probably had more pineapple syrup in his system than he did ectoplasm. It was about 2 in the afternoon, and Amorpho guessed the boy’s shift was about to end. Ani took on a new face (a strapping young man) and walked back into the cafè.
The barista boy was no longer there. Instead it was a young woman with dark mocha skin and her hair black pulled back into a tight bun. She seemed vaguely familiar and her name tag read “Valerie”
”I’ll take a black coffee with four pumps of pineapple,” He ordered, a lift in his tone as Amorpho eyed this new barista.
She met his eyes briefly before there was a spark of recognition in them. He wondered if she knew whose face he was currently borrowing. He knew he was in for a treat at least, almost worth the loss of the previous barista.
“Sir, can I ask you to do something for me?” She asked, leaning over the counter
“Of course darling,” Amorpho purred, leaning in as well.
There was a gun pointed at him, an ectoblaster to be exact and Amorpho froze. The blast of energy hit him directly, destabilizing his form and sending him across the room. Valerie kept the counter and was on top of him in an instant, blaster never deterring from her target.
Amorpho recognized her now, his eyes widening as he held up his hands.
“What are you doing here ghost,” she spat.
“Sorry, little Red, I didn’t recognize you without a blaster in your hand. Such a lovely, dangerous woman,” Amorpho said, struggling to keep his tone flirtatious, but the character was already lost.
“Answer the question, or I shoot again.”
Amorpho gulped. He really wasn’t the fighting type, and that blast had hurt.
“Just getting some coffee?” He hated the lift in his voice that suggested a question.
“And harassing micheal?” Valerie pressed. So that was his name.
“No harm done. I paid for all those drinks!” Ani defended himself, “I even tipped!”
Valerie’s eyes narrowed, but she backed off.
“Who are you?” She demanded.
“I’m Amorpho! Surely you’ve heard of me?”
“You're the shapeshifter ghost, Phantom mentioned you,”
Thank the Ancients for Billy, he might’ve just saved Amorpho’s hide. Red had a reputation as being ruthless towards unwanted guests, almost ghastly in defending Elmerton.
She contemplated something, before finally asking it. “I will let you continue doing what you want in Elmerton, as long you don’t do any permanent damage , if you do something for me,” the little red hunter proposed.
“Oh? And what would that be?” Amorpho asked, curious. What a turn of events.
Amorpho loved chaos, confusion, and mischief of all kinds. He lived it, thrived in it, it was the very thing that fueled his core, especially when he was the center of it all.
Who else was better than a mischief-loving shapeshifter to utterly trash Vlad Master’s reputation?
