Story Summary: Creta was a miniature Stygian from a nightmare of being chased by dinosaurs. She partook in the Colosseum games, having a strange nightmare about TVs and computers. Soon after she fell sick, as did the dinosaurs in her nightmare. She feel asleep, unsure if she was about to die, and dreamt of the W?ND?RL?ND. When she awoke, she had grown in power, becoming a Primordial Carnivorous Stygian with even greater powers over her nightmare, in which the dinosaurs had become half-skeletal beasts like she had. One day when coming home from shopping for supplies for her new garden, she found a strange red box in her house that contained three treats, along with a note asking her to take care of them. She took them in.
Creta slowly put the kitty candy into her mouth and chewed. There was no way there would be something bad in it, right? Surely that would be against the rules. Then again, this challenger clearly had a knack for hacking things, which was a bit of grey morality area already. Creta took her seat at the desk, staring at the computer in front of her. She chewed her kitty candy some more. Huh. Pear flavour, one of her favourites. What a coincidence. The computer whirred and the screen flashed a bright white before going dark again, a loading bar appearing. "Alright!" Bolt's voice came on over the loudspeaker. "Time for another epic battle! Let's hack those computers! Find out all the government secrets! Let's-" the loudspeaker cut off. There was silence for a few seconds, then Bolt came back. "I have been informed there are no governmental secrets hiding on these computers. Sorry about that. Anyway... begin!" There was a loud beep as Creta's screen finished loading, and a small command
Creta opened her eyes, expecting... hoping... pleading that she would be back home, in her own kingdom, safe and sound. But she was not. She was still trapped in these hallways, in this... place. This horrible place. The door she had been trying to move towards, the one that got further and further away as she got closer, was now right in front of her, but it was boarded up. She wasn't getting out of there anytime soon. She turned around. The other doors down the hallway were all blocked off as well. Only one door remained open, the door into the staffroom-looking area. Nowhere else to go but in there, it seems. Creta stepped inside and moved to the passcode door, wondering how she would open it, only to find she didn't need to, as the code was already in and the door swung wide open with a simple push. Creta stepped inside. There was a single computer that switched on as she got closer. Whoever opened the door for her was nowhere to be seen. The computer was hooked into hundred of
[COL-004] Such Beautiful Music by DlinnBean, literature
[COL-004] Such Beautiful Music
Creta, of all the things that could possibly happen to her, decided she was not the biggest fan of having hands. There were... too many fingers. They moved weirdly. What were you supposed to do with this many? So thin and flimsy, they looked like they could snap right off. Holding something in hands was even worse. The level of receptors in the skin, she could move her hand the slightest way and feel everything. Hooves... hooves were so much easier. Creta couldn't decide which was worse - these gross hands or the awful music Bolt was playing on the guitar... flute... whatever... man, this was a weird day. Maybe it was the internal bleeding most certainly caused by that god awful tune that made everything seem so weird. Creta stepped up to the stage. Were her hind legs still hooves? Were they now feet, too? Was she walking on two legs or four? She couldn't really feel her lower body, and her head spun if she tried to look down. What the heck is going on, honestly? She looked out at