How it All Began to End
Lophren, how many times have I told you to stop meddling in the affairs of universes that aren't yours? Boss's voice spikes into her skull, sharp and heavy, nearly crushing her psyche. She winces, grabbing at her head, her human form feeling like it's going to rip itself apart. She quickly pulls herself into a break room to talk to her boss. "I'm busy, Boss," she whispers to herself, form flickering. Her brown hair falls over her shoulder as she kneels down, touching her forehead to her knees. Sunnuvabitch. Her scars begin to itch again and she pulls a tube of hydrocortisone cream from her pocket. Then she drops it in favour of clutching her skull. BUSY? She grits her teeth against the pain. "Yes. Busy. Doing something else. Don't have the fucking time to listen to you." I created you. You have ALL THE TIME IN THE UNIVERSE TO LISTEN TO ME. You shouldn't be in that universe anyway. Boss sounds livid, but Lophren brushes that aside. She couldn't care less right now. "Mother," she starts, using the name she hates for the big bitch in the sky, "I. Don't. Care. I'm saving this Oliver and Collin from your bullshit. I'm tired of seeing them suffer. Kindly tune out for the next hundred years, please." I brought you into this multiverse, and can very well take you out of it. Very well. You apparently haven't learned your fucking lesson. Suddenly, Lophren loses her form, flopping to the floor as a rabbit alien, limp and lifeless. She can't breathe. She can't move. She. Wait. She. She musters enough strength to drag herself into an air current, letting it suck her in and tumble her around like a dryer. Then she's spit out into...grass? The world blurs. Doubles. Singles again. Help. "Help," she musters, then passes out.