I'm gonna attempt to write

Some say that there are monsters living under the candle shop; you know, the small shop that has weird workers? Yeah, that one. People have said that creatures in cloaks with blue flames or clothing have entered the shop at night. One look at them and you know they don't belong with us. They say that under the shop the creatures worship the triangle, like the illuminati except that they use candles.

So they're like a cult?

Yup.





Morphodoe's mouth curved into a small smile before walking down the alley. They voices of the conversed faded away with each quiet step until they were nothing, but muffled chatter. They figured out the secret of the candle shop-- well, almost. It wasn't actually a cult, but rather a big group of supernaturals that seeked sanctuary, answers, or help. True they were dangerous, but only if anyone provoked them. Morphodoe knew, because she was a part of the group.

The bell chimed above the door as it was opened. The cloaked female stepped into the yellow dim lights as she took a seat at a stool. She carefully took her hood off and the rabbit hears on her head twitched. It was hard hiding in the shadows when her ears stood out, it made her noticed quickly if she wasn't cautious. The bartender slid forward a cup of yellow liquid and Morphodoe nodded her thanks before taking the drink. The taste of honey made her smile and her thoughts were taken off of the troubles of hiding. She set the glass back onto the table and released a sigh. She licked her lips to taste the leftover drink before hearing the bells chime. The newcomer walked closer to the area Morphodoe sat at and took the next seat over. The bartender greeted them and asked what they would like, to which the stranger replied with, "SURPRISE ME. BUT NOTHING ALCOHOLIC." The bartender left and Morphodoe turned her head to glance at the stranger. It was a girl with an old-fashion TV for a head, without the dials and speakers. She seemed to be from another world due to the dull black and white she was colored with. The girl turned to Morphodoe upon catching the latter staring and said, "HI! I'M TV HEAD!" There was no visible speaker on the TV, yet the voice came out like a human speaking. Morphodoe stared at the stranger before replying with, "Morphodoe."





The time was 12 AM when TV HEAD and Morphodoe exited the bar. They had a long conversation that lasted for 2 hours, which was when the bar became crowded. It turned out that TV HEAD shared the same dislike for hunters, mostly because she was a target, but other than that it was wrong to hunt fantastic creatures. The conversed duet continued their chat in the park, and there they revealed their abilities.

"SO YOU CAN SUMMON BUTTERFLIES AND RABBITS?" TV concluded. She was stroking a glowing blue rabbit in her arms as butterflies the same color flew around. "Yes, but they're dangerous than what they appear." Morphodoe said.

"HOW? THEY'RE HARMLESS!"
"The butterflies can spit acid while the rabbits have strong teeth. They can easily overwhelm you if you're not careful."

"I'LL KEEP THAT IN MIND. SO IT'S MY TURN?"

Morphodoe nodded. Without flinching, 2 arms on each side were produced from TV HEAD's back. The last set held playing cards; an ace of spades and an ace of hearts. The 2nd pair of arms raised up so their hands were shoulder length and snapped. Small balls of black electricity levitated on their fingers, and then their palms when the hand opened. "UNLIKE REGULAR ELECTRICITY, THESE CAN EXPAND LIKE LIGHTNING AFTER--"

TV HEAD's screen showed a question mark as she turned her head away from Morphodoe, "WHAT IS THAT?" Morphodoe looked at the direction her head was facing, which was at the trees, and immediately caught the smell of, "Hunters!"


BANG


Morphodoe quickly jumped back a few feet as bullets flew by. She had to feel lucky she dodged it, but she didn't. Not unless TV HEAD was lucky too. The 6 armed girl fell to the ground with a loud, solid, thud and her arms went limp. The rabbit she was stroking started to nudge her head in confusion as the screen showed static. On the upper right corner of the screen, there was a hole where the bullet had hit. "TV HEAD?" Morphodoe called quietly. She hoped the latter wasn't dead, but that was hard to believe since a bullet to the head usually killed people-- even to some half humans.
TV HEAD's screen turned white, save for a small strip at the top, and an angry emoticon appeared. "OOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!" She emitted annoyingly. She picked up the rabbit and sat up using her 2nd set of arms. Morphodoe sworn she head something metallic rattle inside the TV. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" She asked angrily, "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS SHOOT AT THE HEAD AND NOT THE HEART???"

She got no reply. She huffed and stood up before looking at Morphodoe with a calm emoticon on her face, "ARE YOU OK?"

Morphodoe's ear twitched and she yelled, "Duck!" Bullets whizzed by their heads as they squated, and as quickly as they dodged they stood up. Morphodoe raised her arms and summoned hoards of rabbits and butterflies as TV HEAD summoned black electricity. TV HEAD threw both of them at the trees where the hunters were hiding and they expanded upon impact. This caused the hunters to jumped out of hiding, and TV HEAD did it again. They jumped out of the way and took another shot.


BANG BANG


Morphodoe and TV HEAD dodged again and the summoned quickly went to work. Morphodoe turned away from the violence and covered her ears. She wasn't sure what TV HEAD did, and looked. The latter had her back against the gruesome scene and was pretending to examine the sky by turned her head this way and that. She was rocking on her feet with the 2nd set of hands holding each other behind her back.

After what seemed like ages, which was only 5 minutes, a butterfly finally gave the signal that it was safe to turn around. The hoards now littered the area and there were no traces of the hunters, but the air was slightly tainted. A rabbit hopped up to Morphodoe and held something up to her. Bending down to examine it, the summoner's eyes slightly widened as she took in the details of the thing. Standing up, she said in a rushed tone, "I need to go."

TV HEAD, who had been looking over Morphodoe's shoulder, backed up at the sudden movement and asked, "IS SOMETHING WRONG?"

"I just need to go. If you see me on the streets don't talk to me. Pretend I'm a stranger." The way she said this proved TV HEAD's question true. The summoner started walking to the exit of the park, but stopped abruptly and said without turning around, "The rabbit in your arms wants to stay with you. Take good care of them." And continued with a quicker pace. The hoards of summons started moving, but in different directions, and TV HEAD was alone. She looked at the rabbit and wondered, "WHAT SHOULD I CALL YOU?" The rabbit looked up at her and jumped out of her arms. "HEY! WAIT!"



Morphodoe's footsteps were silent as she ran through the streets. Wind buzzed into her ears, but she ignored it as her thoughts were preoccupied. The thing the rabbit held up to her was a patch-- the symbol of a new group of hunters.

Hunters were dangerous to her and to the other cultists, as they were cruel when it came to hunting down the supernatural and unreal. Many times she would go and save her summons, despite them being made from energy and her thoughts, and each time she would brutally injure the hunters. . . But rescue was actually the excuse for releasing pent-up rage. Though, she sometimes felt bad for what she did, but she reminded herself of the goal of the hunters; search and capture. Something terrible and harmful.

Morphodoe slowed to a stop in front of a candle shop. The lights were off and the sign on the front door said closed in big red letters. Normal humans would stay away, but others knew better when it came to traveling. Quietly, Morphodoe entered the shop and made a beeline to the back room. Sitting on a tall stool against the wall was a black candle. Morphodoe summoned a butterfly and it landed on the string. Its summoner snapped her fingers and its body turned into a bright blue flame. The candle was lit and a descending staircase was uncovered beside it. The butterfly, which was still engulfed by flames, flew down the stairs with Morphodoe following. The candle light was blown out by an unseen force, and the staircase disappeared into darkness.



Outside of the candle shop, TV HEAD stood in front of the window with her rabbit in her arms. She had witnessed Morphodoe enter the shop, but when she tried to follow her in, the rabbit bit her. It seemed to be a warning to not go inside, but why? Either way, something made her very hesitant in entering and it was oddly enough for her to reconsider.

Spinning on her heels, TV HEAD turned and walked away from the candle shop. The night was calm and quiet, save for some crickets chirping in the black of the night. A silver crest hung in the dark blue sky among the many scattered stars; its glow outshining them, and illuminating all below it. The steady steps on loafers against concrete reached only to the ears of two moving beings. A 6-armed TV HEAD stranger and a bright blue rabbit. One of them knew their owner's secrets while the other suspected of the summoner's relation to the candles, and the rumors of a cult.

It was becoming colder the closer December came. Morphodoe felt herself starting to be more fatigued and often found herself dozing off while chewing on something. Some of the nice cultists had waken her up whenever she did this, and often they were in odd places (like in the middle of the hall).

Being part rabbit had its quirks, but when winter was nearing it was sometimes a pain.


HONK


Morphodoe jolted awake and looked at the direction of the noise. One of her rabbits, Jester-- or Joker, had brought out its horn and pressed down on the ball. She was sitting at a table, how did it bring the horn up without making a noise? Whatever, at least it woke her up. She rested her chin on her palm, "You wanna go around town?" She asked. It honked its horn and she chuckled, "Ok, let's get going."



For a chilly season, it was surprisingly a lot more warmer than expected. The sky was clouded with light grey, but it didn't stop the sun from brightening the slightly bleak day. Jester was in front of Morphodoe with its horn in its mouth. It honked every so often, leaving an echo in the air and awakening anyone nearby.

Up ahead, Morphodoe noticed someone bent down in front of the space between two buildings. What stood out was their head. "TV HEAD!" Morphodoe called out. 'HOOOOOOONK' went Jester's horn. TV HEAD looked up and her screen flipped to , "HEY MORPH!"

The cultist caught up with the stranger, "Hey. So what are you doing?"

TV HEAD turned to the small space, "WELL. . . :/ BUD'S STUCK IN THERE."

Peering in, Morphodoe saw the familiar blue glow of the rabbit she had given to the latter when they met. "What happened?" The summoner asked. "THERE WAS THIS HONK THAT SCARED BUD OUTTA MY ARMS. *_* " TV HEAD answered. The duo looked down at Jester, who was rubbing its face with its horn next to it.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW TO GET BUD OUT?"

"Um. . ." Morphodoe looked around in thought before reaching into her skirt's pockets. She pulled out a bag of carrots and opened it, "Hey Bud. Can you come out? I have carrots!" She cooed. There was a squeak and Morphodoe frowned. "They're literally stuck." She said to no one in particular. She asked, "Can you go backwards?"

Another squeak.

"Ok. . . Let me try something. Bare with me this." Morphodoe stared intently at Bud and they suddenly poofed into wisp. It moved to the front of the mini alley and formed to create Bud. The summoner released a breath as TV HEAD scooped up Bud. Jester gently honked its horn and Bud screeched at it. Morphodoe's eyes widened, "My god Bud!"
"WHAT DID he SAY?" TV HEAD ASKED.

"You don't want to know. Anyways, how are you?"



"HEY MORPH? ARE YOU ENTERING HIBERNATION?"

"I. . . think so." Morphodoe had started chomping on baby carrots during the conversation, "I've started falling asleep in random places, and I'm part rabbit so maybe."

"WILL YOU BE STAYING INDOORS FOR MOST OF THE WINTER?"

"I have no idea. But where will you go for winter?"

"Um. . . :/ " TV HEAD's voice lowered, "can you keep a secret?"

"Of course!"

"i actually steal money from the hunters and live in their sheds."

". . . What?!" Morphodoe woke up fully and kept her voice from rising too loudly.

"i know it isn't right but i'll get my head cut off if i try to get work!" That was literally speaking.

"Well, is it safe in the sheds?"

"yeah." So far. It would be time until the hunters figured out that something wasn't right. The duet continued walking in silence until Morphodoe said, "If something happens, go to the back of the candle shop and ask for me."

"but what if someone sees me?"

"Don't worry about them. A lot of people go to the back. I've seen it happen before."

"what happens back there anyways? You make it sound like there's some sort of drug dealing going on--"

"Dear god, no!"
"then what?"
"Well. . . there's magical stuff being sold."
"LIKE?"
"Uhh. . . I don't think I should be telling you this."
"OH :/ "
More silence.
"DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE SHED I'M LIVING IN?"
"Sure!"

The shed was in the woods, typically, and it was quite cozy without the horrid contraptions that were to be used on hunting. There was a sleeping bag in one corner of the room, and a backpack next to it. A table was against a wall and had cloth covering it. 'Probably to cover the dry blood.' Morphodoe concluded. "Where did you put the contraptions?" She asked. TV HEAD hesitated before answering, "I SOLD THEM."
"What-- where?"
"Um. . . to somewhere."
". . ." Morphodoe decided not to press further, "Soooo. . . how many sheds do you have?"
TV HEAD tilted her head left and right, "EEHHHHHH. . . I'D SAY ABOUT 2. INCLUDING THIS ONE."
That didn't seem a lot, but it was better than nothing, Morphodoe supposed. "Is there a heater?" She asked.
"NO. THEY'RE TOO HEAVY. I'M GETTING BLANKETS INSTEAD."
"Ah." During the conversation, Jester was hopping about and looking at the little things. Morphodoe had its horn to avoid scaring Bud again. Currently, Bud was resting on the sleeping bag and Jester was under the table, when it squeaked. Morphodoe went over to it and took a look. "Oh god." She murmured, "TV HEAD, you need to look at this."
The stranger, and Bud, joined Morphodoe and her screen turned white. There was a small device that had a microphone. TV HEAD immediately snatched it and ran outside. Morphodoe and the rabbits followed her, "Wait! Where are you going?!"

TV HEAD was at a trash can in the park when Morphodoe caught up to her. The latter had her two other sets of arms out and was using the first of the extra to destroy the device into bits. The summoner watched as TV HEAD dropped the bits into the trash before clapping her hands and turning to her. The screen was still white, and even though there were no emoticons to show her emotions, Morphodoe could feel something grim coming off of it. "SORRY ABOUT THAT, MORPH." TV HEAD said, "I KINDA PANICKED WHEN I SAW IT."
"It's alright. I don't blame you." Morphodoe said. She shivered when there was a breeze, but TV HEAD seemed fine. Morphodoe picked up Jester as she said, "I better get going. I'll see you later."
"BYE." TV HEAD waved, as did the first set of extra arms. Morphodoe smiled at that, and a : ) appeared on the screen. The latter picked up Bud and made her way to the shed.

That was going to be the last time Morphodoe would see her unharmed.

You were always curious if rabbits could make noises. You've seen Youtube videos of rabbits screaming like humans or making little cute squeaks, but what about ones made by mind and energy? Did they have voice?

You're currently alone in a room and one of Morphodoe's summons (it's so smol!) are minding its own business across from you on the ground. The bunnyfly herself is busy doing maintenance work on the other side of the mansion the last time you checked, and the rest of her "warren mates" (as in roommates, as she insisted), as she called them, were elsewhere.
The same went for the butterflies.
Surly, nothing would happen to you if you just poked it. Right?
Looking at the door, you lean over to check if anyone is coming down the hall before slowly getting up and tip-toeing to the small bunny. You're hoping that you'll scare it.
Reaching at arms length, you grasp it and it lets out a loud squeak in surprise. However, you don't realize how tight you're holding it until it starts squirming and letting out quick and panicking chirps. Not wanting to drop it, you hold on a little more tighter in panic.

You should have dropped it.

You hear something thudding down the hall, and suddenly you find yourself on the ground with a large headache and pain on the side of your face. You realized you dropped the bunny in the process and take a moment to recover before looking around. Morphodoe is holding it in her arms and gently stroking it. Behind her are her rabbits that you're sure were outside due to leaves clinging onto their bodies.
The bunnyfly is whispering something to the bunny in her arms, but she's too quiet for you to hear. You move to stand up and all heads snap to look at you. Black eyes are glaring holes into your head, and in less than a minute you are kicked/pushed back to the ground in an angry pile of small blue bodies. Morphodoe doesn't participate and watches from her seat on the ground as her summons angrily squeak and hiss at you. She stands up and leaves the room, oddly calm.
The next thing you know, you're being beaten by a bunch of ability-given rabbits.

Lesson learned: don't pick on the baby.
But what happens if you poked one of the butterflies?

Morphodoe had sprinted deeper into the forest when her creations warned of something huge and very frightening going their way. First it was a report of a dragon (it wasn't Enfer), and now this. At that point she wanted to lie down and nap instead of trying to avoid getting squished or killed.



Then came the message from the butlers-- or whatever they were.



Now with a troubled mind filled with "shoulds" she paced around a grassy clearing.

She should never have hid in the forest. She should have made a run for it to the catacombs or somewhere safe in the mansion. But there WAS a probability of getting killed under all that debris, and probably against another cultist. But she could get revived. But death was frightening, even if there was revival.

Still, she should have-- no, she shouldn't think about the past, it's too late to change. She was an idiot, that was all that there was to it. Right now she needed to decide what her next action would be.



Continuing to hide was pointless; the others would find her eventually. . . but not unless she left the forest and out of Eventide! But where would she go afterwards? There wasn't a place where they wouldn't find her. . . this was ridiculous. She was proving she was an idiot AND a huge coward. For crying out loud, she was becoming an adult! She couldn't flee from punishment, she had to be brave.

Too bad she wasn't when THAT day happened. . .



Stopping at the edge of the clearing, Morphodoe took a deep breath and released it. She looked around at the flora and saw the bright, blue glow of her creations among them. Clearing her throat, she said aloud, "Tell everyone to go to the mansion. If my room is intact stay in there. If not," she paused to think, "stay at the edge of the forest."

There was slight hesitation in some of them, but they eventually left shortly to deliver the message. It was her will; they just wished she asked for one of them be with her during the punishment, for comfort.



Morphodoe turned forward and marched through the greenery. Some of her creations joined her along the way, and a particular group of rabbits offered to use their calming energy. She declined. This wasn't the time and place to feel that.

Others "voiced" their want to accompany her, but she countered that, saying it was something she had to face alone.

A Heather asked her if that was what she truly wanted. "Not really. I'm actually a bit scared." Morphodoe admitted quietly. She had to pick up that Heather afterwards.



Maybe if she's still intact after, she will know to be brave and fight for home if something like this happens again.

Meanwhile

---

When the taxi cab entered Eventide it was early in the morning. Mideichree left the small town two weeks ago to visit a friend, and seeing the buildings she had grown familiar to eased her. She could not wait to see TV HEAD and Morphodoe.

After paying the tab, Mideichree pulled out the key to her home and inserted it into the lock. She turned it, hearing a click, and walked inside.


"MIDEICHREE!" The exclaimation shocked the notebook-headed humanoid. The tone was not filled with joy, but rather shock and relief. She immediately knew why when she registered the rabbits and butterflies scattered about. Looking around for the other humanoid, she spotted her across the living room with a small bunny in her arms and a butterfly resting on her antenna. Mideichree's head opened and she asked, "What happened?"


"I DON'T KNOW," TV HEAD replied, "I WAS SLEEPING WHEN THESE GUYS SHOWED UP AT THE DOOR AND WINDOWS. I THINK THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG."


"Did you ask Bud?"


"I CAN'T FIND HIM. MAYBE CRYSTAL CAN TELL YOU." Crystal was the name of Mideichree's butterfly, or one of Morphodoe's butterflies that she allowed to stay. Said insect landed on Mideichree's open palm and she looked at it. "Can you tell me what happened?" The object-head asked. After a minute, Mideichree's head turned a page and an animation appeared, taking up the left and right side.


A stick figure version of Morphodoe was walking in the forest with her rabbits and butterflies following behind. Suddenly, a hole opened up underneath her and she fell in along with a few rabbits. Then the animation stopped.


"Morphodoe fell into a hole?" Mideichree concluded after flipping a page. "THAT'S AWFUL D: WE HAVE TO SAVE HER!" TV HEAD said. There were screeches of protest around the room. Mideichree's head flipped a page and the words, "NO. YOU CAN'T. TOO DANGEROUS. NO NO NO NO NO NO. TOO DANGEROUS" took up a page, some overlapping. Mideichree flipped a page and asked,

"Then what can we do?"


"LET US STAY. PLEASE LET US STAY. WE DON'T WANT TO GO BACK. LET US STAY."


"Okay, okay. TV HEAD?"


"THEY'RE ALREADY HERE." The other object-head replied with a shrug.


"THANK YOU."
Was written.

"BUT WHAT CAN WE DO ABOUT MORPH?"


"DON'T GO. STAY HERE. DON'T GO."


"BUT SHE'S YOUR FRIEND!"


"DANGEROUS. SCARY. NO."


"THEN CAN I AT LEAST GO TO THE CANDLE SHOP AND FIND BUD?"


"NO!"


"What do you mean the candle shop?"
Mideichree asked.

"MORPHODOE WORKS THERE AND TWO WEEKS AGO BUD TRIED TO BREAK IN."


"TV HEAD, what happened while I was gone?"


"EHH. . . DO YOU HAVE TIME?"

The blue bunnies and butterflies gathered at the east side of Tila, anxiously waiting for their creator's arrival, or a sign telling of her outcome. If she died, they would feel it, but if she got injured in any way. . . well, there was no way to know.

Some of the bunnies wanted to go inside the mansion, and were supported by some of the butterflies. However, the others disagreed and argued that it would make their creator angry. So they stayed at their spot and argued until suddenly

They vanished.

---

Morphodoe felt her cheek being prodded by a little nose when she woke up. After a few minutes of this, she finally gathered the strength to lift a hand and pet the source's head. "'M awake." She murmured, smiling at her rabbit. However, it turned into a frown when she registered the cold ground. Slowly lifting her head, her eyes scanned the room and took in the cultists. Some of them were waking up and weakly standing while others were still asleep on the ground. Lying back down, Morphodoe looked at her creation and whispered, "Heather, what happened?"


I don't know. I was asleep.


Morphodoe's gaze drifted downward in thought, "Do you remember what we-- Heather, did you get hurt?" The rabbit had scratches all over its body.


Maybe. I think. But you're hurt too.


"Oh." That explained why she felt sore.


And your wings are dim.


"They are?" Morphodoe furrowed her eyebrows, "That's not suppose to happen, right?"


We need to go up.


"Up. Right. We need help." Taking a moment to gather her strength, Morphodoe rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself off the ground. There were tears on her sleeves and cuts on her arms. "Sheesh," She breathed out, "I must have been in a fight." There was no other explanation for it, it had to be a fight.

Now on her feet, Morphodoe looked around for the exit and spotted it a few meters away. She dragged her feet towards it with Heather hopping beside her. It did not move any farther than two feet away from its creator and would patiently wait if she needed to stop. Finally reaching the doorway, Morphodoe leaned against it and slumped down. Why was she so tired?

Heather came into her view and she noticed something. "Heather, when did you change?" She asked. Its designs looked smudged, like ink splashed in water. Usually changes in designs are uncommon unless something happens to the creation.


I changed?


"Yes."


I didn't notice. I think it was when Jester made me set fire to my garden.


"He did that?"


Yes. Doe, maybe you should sleep.


"That sounds like a good idea." Morphodoe moved away from the wall and lied on her back, her wings open. Since joining, her wings became stronger to the point that pebbles and rocks did not puncture it. It was still "fragile" in a way, but not where it would rip easily.
Heather did not climb onto Morphodoe's torso like usual, but nuzzled against her side. The bunnyfly turned herself so she was facing Heather in a protective half circle, and closed her eyes.

---

Doe! Doe wake up!!!


Morphodoe's eyes shot open and she sat up, nearly knocking Heather back. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her breaths came out as wheezes.


Doe, you were screaming in your sleep.


The creator looked down at her rabbit with wide eyes. Without a word, she brought Heather to her chest and held onto it tightly. It did not protest.

The duo were silent for a few minutes until Heather asked quietly


What did you dream?


'A-a nightmare. They-everyone tried to- they tried to kill me.' Morphodoe hysterically replied in her mind. "You-you guys weren't there. I called for help, but-but you weren't there. My friends tried to kill me!"


It's alright Doe. I'm here, and so is everyone else. And your friends wouldn't do that to you. They are your friends. Friends don't hurt each other.


'I know, but it was so real!'


It was a dream. It wasn't real. You're ok.


Morphodoe took deep, shaky breaths to calm herself and relaxed slightly. She felt something wet fall down her cheek. Bringing a hand to touch it, she found it to be wet. She had been crying in her sleep.

Heh, gosh. She was a crybaby.


Don't say that. You were scared senseless. It's no surprise you would cry. Anyone would cry if they had a nightmare as bad as that!


'True. . . I guess Did you dream anything?' Morphodoe asked.


No. Doe, you know we can't dream like humans.


'I know. I'm just wondering.'


Well if you're that curious, I actually felt different.


'Different? Oh, speaking of which, did you break ties with me?'


No. Why?


'Your hairs feel a bit different. They're more "real".'


That is strange.


'Maybe while I'm getting help, we can solve this one at the same time.'


Alright. But not yet. You still need to rest.


'I know. But I'm not going back to sleep.'