Karla Morgenstern 1 (v1)

MGCYOA writefaggotry 1:

It was a dark and stormy night-well, dark and mildly rainy. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for the dead magical girl sprawled over the hood of my car.

"Fuck." And I had just gotten the front bumper repaired-dead magical girl. -Dead- magical girl. Dead. I felt sick to my stomach.

"Puchuu~" came a voice from the darkness. "Not again."

The speaker was a small, excessively furry creature, which looked more like a ball of fluff with glowing eyes than any animal I knew.

"You killed her", it stated bluntly, and I felt a sudden pang of guilt. "Now you will take her place!"

It's eyes flashed blindlingly bright, and I turned away quickly, closing my eyes. When I opened them, I could see nothing at first.

'Am I blind?' I wondered. The blackness I could see was total. Have you ever been in a cave and turned off your lights? It was darker than that.

After some time, the darkness faded out, revealing the crash, but looking subtly wrong. Everything seemed slightly too large. I spotted the "puchuu~"ing rat and grabbed it.

"What did you do to me, you rat?" I shouted.

The little ball of fluff seemed to smile. "You became a Magical Girl in her place, puchuu~. Did you not hear me?" It wriggled in my hand.

My small, black gloved hand. I didn't wear gloves. I turned to the wing mirror, and what I saw confirmed my fears.

A tall, skinny, pale girl stood in the reflection. She wore a short, ragged black dress, which I blushingly noticed was quite see-through, elbow-length black gloves, a pair of black thigh-highs, and a pair of black combat boots. Both her hair and eyes were jet black. That wasn't me.

'But it is', a voice in the back of my head pointed out. 'We can't change that.'

"Are you done with your introspection?" asked the Puchuu irritatingly, which had slipped out of my hand in my confusion. "There's evil for you to fight, and I have other things to attend to."

I turned from the mirror to the Puchuu. I wanted to crush the thing, and at that thought the shadows nearby stretched out into tendrils and reached for the little rat.

The shadow tendrils dissolved at about a foot away from it. "You're supposed to fight evil, not good." it said condescendingly. "If you don't want my help, then you can learn on your own."

The puchuu jumped from it's perch on the car and vanished in a puff of sparks.

I fell heavily back against the side of the car and slid to the ground. What the hell could I do? I couldn't return home, no-one would believe me. How the hell was I supposed to survive on my own?

As if in response to my thoughts, the shadow of the car expelled a large black backpack. The -shadow- did it. I can control shadows?

"Shadows? Of all the powers of good, I get shadows?" The irony was beautiful. "By the power of peace and love, I'm gonna swallow you into darkness." I broke into a mad laugh and looked into the backpack.

It looked like the emergency kit of a teenage drug lord. A sweatshirt, jeans, t-shirt and underwear, all black, a laptop, a bundle of ID papers, which I guessed were fake, a house key, and a mass of dollar bills of all denominations.

I looked at the house key first, hoping that it would have the location of my new home on it. There was only one word on it, 'Z'ha'dum'. The fucking rat had a sense of humor.

I stuck the key in the shadow of the car and turned. As I twisted the key, I felt a sudden tug on the key and was dragged with it into the shadow. When I burst out on the other side of the shadow, I found myself in a small apartment. My new home.