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Me and Connor were invited back to Chris’ place one day. This time it was for something rather unique, a cross Latin American Adventure! Me: “So Chris, what is this all about?” Chris: “Mexico and Brazil!” Con: “Three Caballeros basically?” Chris: “Yes!” Me: “Saludos Amigos too!” Chris: “Of course, that’s what we’re gonna start with by the way!” Me: “Cool! So who am I gonna be first?!” Chris: “You’ll see!” He snaps his fingers, and I shrink in height, as green feathers grow all over my body. My pants disappeared as I gained red and blue tail feathers. My feet turned into yellow talons, as I lost a finger on each hand. My eyes enlarged as they turned red, and my glasses disappeared as my vision improved. My nose and mouth both turned gold as they fused into a macaw’s beak, as I gained yellow gloves on my hands. My shirt turned into a white dress shirt as I gained a black bowtie, and a yellow coat. I also gained a flat hat on top of my head. Me: “Apenas o que aconteceu comigo?” I gasped

A large metal slab hissed open in a dimly lit room, white smoke pouring out of the rapidly-forming opening to reveal a figure laying inside. Their entire body was sleek and non-descript, a feminine form concealed completely by a layer of glistening black. This even extended towards and around their head, any semblance of a face or hair hidden under a featureless blank screen and integrated helmet. [System Initializing…] displayed in soft blue on the figure’s visor, similarly colored lines trailing along the dark steel floor and walls of an otherwise empty room. The drone took a deep breath in and out. Its consciousness began to slowly return to it, programs and processes flashing across its vision rapid-fire before being logged in the back of its mind. The feeling of what could be considered waking up was a unique one for the drone - a momentary rush of energy followed by a peaceful calm as their systems booted up. In a way it was like a human waking up after thinking they were

A few days later. She never showed up. You waited patiently for days for her return, sitting cuddled up with her mask. It was cold and lifeless. You almost lost the meaning of life and wanted to give up again. "No..." The thought began to swirl around in your head. You tried to grab hold of her. "If she were here, she'd slap me... I'm a wimp, a wretch, a weakling, a fool!" You were about to throw the mask away, but at the last moment you stopped. "If she left it all behind... Then she'll come back. She'll come back. She'll come back." You stood up abruptly and shouted. "Don't give up! She'll come back!" Your room became somewhat sloppy and gloomy again. You decided to check your phone in a long time, and the first message out of the pile that caught your eye was from Kate. She had texted you the most in those three days. Opening the messages you were surprised. "Hi!" "Is something wrong?" "Don't ignore me!" "Ow." And so several dozen messages. She was trying to find out

Despite the fact that she had entered into a church, her miniskirt rode up to just underneath her curvy ass. Her long, dirty-brown hair fell across a light-blue blouse that barely covered her bellybutton. Her face, made-up as it was, radiated some unknown natural beauty that came with light-blue eyes, soft lips, and paradoxical purity. The church itself was large and imposing. Stained glass displaying the New Testament featured heavily on its windows. Samantha wasn’t interested in the pretty artwork, though. A cute young man was walking back from the altar, and she gave him a firm look up and down before ducking into the confessional. Once she heard the priest enter, she fell to her knees and began to pray. "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was two weeks ago." She gave off the voice of an angel. Samantha didn’t recognize the scripture the priest chose to recite, but it certainly had something to do with identity. She tried not

The exterior of the warehouse was large, dark and ominous. The kind of dark, brutalist building that one would expect of such a neglected area; a relic of a bygone industrial era that had since left the city and thus the care and population of the area had since left for brighter prospects. Of course, this was prime, free real estate for those seeking to be a little off the grid for whatever practice they may have that requires the absence of the eye of the law… Either that or the eyes of those not neck deep in the world of the supernatural. Two feminine figures stood before this ominous structure, looking up at it. The first was slightly shorter, a near-shoulder length organised mess of blue hair ruffling softly in the breeze. One odd feature was a large pair of blue ears protruding from atop their head. They were clad in a blue skirt, a red hoodie with the yin-yang symbol upon its sleeve, and a pair of red and white skate-shoes. The one behind them was slightly taller, long, thick