Creisi

“Ena— the spell will not work if you don’t steal a prised possession! If someone gives it to you— then it is no longer cared about! Not a prized possession!”

The shaman had always been a bit of a nut-job. He was always saying weird things, and was always speaking loudly instead of normal volume. and now— he was asking you to steal?? You’re a business person. NOT a thief. But… if it means completing the job; getting the boss, then it must be worth it.

You left the shaman’s weird, purple little building— made of flesh. Which was a lot different to the other brick buildings in this desert-like wasteland. Asteroids flew around the sky, threatening to break anything that they might fall on. You’d pray no one’s kitty-bank is out right now. You began to wonder around the desert wasteland. This spell needed to be perfect. What spell?; You were attempting to become a genie. To be able to control the world around you. This would allow you to get to the boss, and put that dead meat in his place. You crave freedom, and the genie is your only chance.

Nothing seemed valuable enough to steal. A witch’s purse… look’s empty. You could try breaking the vending machine— but that would kill it. No being means no prised possessions.

You saw a horse doll looking person. ____ creatures dancing around it, leaving blood stains in its path. Which was normal for those babies. You thought about stealing those pets— but losing only one of the meals of the day wasn’t a big issue. Not valuable enough.

The rat protecting the bridge had too many positions. It would be hard to tell what’s more important than the rest. Though, he’d cause a scene before you even get close enough to be in his stuff’s vicinity. He was pacing around— acting as if his girlfriend broke up with him, and like he killed his brother, both in one day.

Looking to the left slightly— there it is. A freshly cleaned, well looked after taxi. It was practically shining with love. Perfect. You’ll steal the taxi before the owner gets back.

You quickly made your way over to the taxi. Sitting a few meters away was a huge, three-headed person. The blue, animal like head was in the middle— and in control. The blue head was occasionally looking over at you, almost like he was worried. You were being suspicious… but he’d understand. He looks like a fellow entrepreneur. Maybe you should shake his hand later to collect his genius-germs.

Creisi, the blue head of the three headed body— was utterly shocked as your hand collided with the window of the taxi, shattering the window into hundreds of tiny pieces that scattered inside his car. Creisi’s shocked expression was replaced with a neutral expression— but rage filled his yellow eyes.

You didn’t care who saw— such as the giant thing next to you. You just needed to get this taxi to the shaman. You hopped in immediately after smashing the window and unlocked the door. You leaned down underneath the dashboard, attempting to hot-wire the car. Unfortunately, you don’t know how to do that. So you just ended up fucking up the wiring.

You got out of the taxi— rushing around to the back of the car— closer to ever to the three-headed man, who was still only observing. You began to push the back of the car— putting as much force into moving the taxi. The sand was giving out underneath the taxi, making it harder to push. You got it about… 10 meters away from the spot were you started, already sweating bullets.

This was going to take you all afternoon. You took a couple steps away to catch your breath, whipping the sweat from your face-

SLAM

A giant hand slammed down in front of you— curling up slightly to have you cornered. The arm to the hand was an octopus tentacle. The taxi was on the other side of the gloved hand. Turning around to see what it was— it was the three-head monstrosity. The blue animalistic head, the one in control— looked PISSED. This was an issue. You needed to get back to your deplorable job.

Creisi: “Hiya, pal.” He kept his voice composed, with anger dripping through. His other, more normal gloved hand was tensed, as if wanting to grab you and tear you in half. Creisi: “Are you fucking stupid…? You just smashed up my taxi. While I was sitting next to it.” He leaned forwards a bit, bringing his giant head practically right in front of you. Creisi: “So— if you don’t have the money to pay for this, then you’d better have a reason that’s worth a million dollars. Because an apology isn’t going to stop me from crushing your head like a soda can.”