Get hyped you nerds. This one will probs be shorter, I just wanted to have some fun.
As an aside, do you guys prefer AO3 or this?

My charcter, my plot, everything else ain't mine.

-ShockScythe

My body felt fuzzy, my head was warm. Colors swirled into shades I never knew existed in this galaxy. It was fun, all made better by the drunken sway of my steps. I didn't remember eating or drinking anything that would warrant such a reaction, I had just...just... What was I doing..?

Reality seemed like it started to focus again. It wasn't until I tangled my stony fingers through something else that clarity set in. A distant voice asked me what I was doing but I didn't even know how to respond. "Yeehaw.." I muttered. Pink flashed through my sight. It outlined the steel hair I had grabbed onto and suggested I let go. Kevin was always a little picky about his hair, even as he looked at me with an expression plastered in swirling hues. His lips moved as I disconnected, twirling away but I had already heard him speak once; no way would I register him a second time.

Twirling away, I then bounced off something else like the little ball of a pinball machine. It was fun. And fuzzy. And warm. Did I already say that..? Another flash of pink disoriented me further and I heard MULTIPLE people shout. A warm mass knocked into my chest, more than enough to knock me down but somehow I didn't fall. Blinking slowly, I looked down at Zeke, who leaned against me for support. Dark purple lines had scarred her cheeks - the aftermath of a spell no doubt - but what interested me was that it stood out so plainly against the rainbow in my head.

I dragged the tip of my finger against the marks gingerly. I was utterly enamored with their color but I failed to notice that, by the time I got to the other cheek, they had already faded away. So, like a fool too caught up in the motions of his own existence, I kept tracing patterns on flushed skin. "You're red, right?" I asked, almost confused by the association I found with the color red, "Are you sick..? Hehe...with your eyes, it's almost like Christmas.. I've always liked your eyes. Especially after you got back from space.. I missed your eyes.. I missed you, you know that, right?"

Every part of the blonde stood stiff, eyes wide and shoulders tense. Her cheeks were like warm rubies and I could almost see dizzying stars in her eyes; even her hair was disheveled around her face, like she had just woken up. I didn't break free until Zeke spoke, her voice coming out crystal clear: "Good god I'm being flirted with by Chromastone…"

First, I threw my head back and howled with laughter. Immediately afterwards my conscious mind came kicking through, screaming in embarrassed tones to shut up. Flirting? Me? I could never. Ever. But that was all I needed. Doubled over I placed my hands on my head, thunder slamming around in the confines of my skull. My eye narrowed at the street lamp-lit asphalt, it followed the trails of paint, cracks, and splattered pink color. There was a scorch mark here and there, but also a rupture under the tar, where something clearly crawled out.

Frantically I whipped around. Kevin was fighting back rock golems and Gwen was going all out in a battle with...with Charmcaster..? When did that happen?! I looked down to Zeke, whose face was still red from...whatever it was I had said, but she gave me a slight nod; a reminder that I was back in control. It felt like something akin to a drug trip, so I was hoping I'd forget everything soon. Oh well...

Why'd I pick Chromastone again..?

A stray energy beam came flying from the eye of Gwen and Charmcaster's storm, so naturally I got in the way before it could accidentally hit Zeke, absorbing it all the way up to the gem on my head. Right... Energy conversion and usage, stuff like that. Made sense. But what I didn't understand was how we got here, and what Charmcaster had to do with all of this. I shot the magical energy right back at the caster, veering it just enough to pierce one of the rock golems instead. Dust and stone flew every which way, pissing off the silverette as she sprung beyond Gwen's reach. She was clearly annoyed already, but now that I was out of the daze she had set me in it was even worse.

Kevin smashed the head of his second attacker and turned his attention to the witch, smirking deviously. Everyone was back in the fight. Spells or no spells, she was outnumbered one-to-four; she knew it, too, and bid her time, looking between us all. Gwen raised her hands to interrogate, holding a very steady gaze. "What were you doing at that construction site?" she demanded, "There's nothing there, no magic and no artifacts. I felt around. There's nothing you need."

"I just wanted a little bit of attention."

"Huh?!"

Behind me- "Uh... Ben..?"
I turned around, staring in shock as Zeke was gradually engulfed in a swirling magic vortex. It had sprouted from around her, as if she was the source itself, but that was impossible. Then I felt one beginning to form around me as well. I grew desperate, swinging my long arms to disperse it and even going so far as to shoot beams in random directions. "Gwen!" I shouted, "Do something!" When I looked back, both she and Kevin were being swallowed just the same. Charmcaster smirked, retrieving small smoke bombs from her magical pouch. She didn't say anything and just disappeared. I lost consciousness after that.

~#~

"Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?" asked a husky voice. I gave a grunt of protest, rolling over onto my side so that I could hide from the warm sunlight shining on me. Only problem is that I practically made out with a gross rubber boot. It was enough of a wake-up call.

I shot upward, startling the man who had been hunched over me. He looked freshly washed but his face was unshaven, his yellow hardhat like a traffic cone against the blue backdrop of the day's sky. But blue...meant that it was morning... Looking around, I realized that I still sat in the abandoned parking lot next to the construction site where we encountered Charmcaster. "Where...where are my friends..?" I choked at the sound of my own voice. It was shrill, weak, and soft. Softer than I expected. That magic spell must've done something, but all I thought of was a revert back to pre-pubescent me.

No, that wasn't it... My hair cascaded down my back, longer than it had ever been before, and a quick look down at my hands said that my arms were much more slim than my jacket fit; my hands were delicate, fingers were slender. I didn't dare look farther down because I could just feel the weight on my chest.

The construction worker offered a lopsided smile, sparing me a second once-over before saying, "They are still waking up, sitting in the bed of my truck. Is that nice green car on the curb yours?"

"My...friend's, actually."

"Which one?"

"Black hair, ta-"

He whistled. "So you really are friends with that bombshell?" When I looked up he quickly shook his head, trying to cover up his question. "Not that you aren't cute yourself, sweetheart, just that you look too young. I'm not risking anything, y'know? Don't take it personally."

A million things were, as of that moment, officially wrong. He called me sweetheart twice, cute, and Kevin a bombshell. Noticing that something was off with my own body was one thing, but if socially people are acting differently then it was a guaranteed problem. I smiled as sweetly as I could manage, pulling my knees closer to me. "Can I go see them?"

Another glance. Gross.. "Of course you can. I gotta get to work anyways." Before he could return to the construct site, he called over his shoulder. "Got you guys some orange juice from the convenience store. Y'didn't look homeless, maybe just hungover so it seemed smart."

I only waved my thanks until he was out of sight. Afterwards, I was scrambling for the massive truck at the far end of the lot. The weight on my chest jumped with every lunge, my legs were taking smaller strides than usual, and I ran with my arms closer than I typically did. Hair flowing, hips swaying- What. I practically threw myself up the side of the truck with the tire in place of a step and nearly tumbled head-first into the truck bed. The display before me was incredibly...off putting.

Everyone was kind of awake, kind of slouched out of view but still wide-eyed nonetheless. Gwen's hair was short and scruffy around her shoulders, her skirt stretched so tightly that it would rip with even the slightest movement. Zeke, meanwhile, was the first to sit up properly, looking just like her usual self except with considerably short hair that appeared undercut and more broad shoulders. At least head on. Smaller eyes too. Kevin did, in fact, look almost like a bombshell as the man put it; long, silky black hair, powerful eyes, lots of curves. My jaw nearly cracked from how fast it dropped.

The raven spoke first, looking between all three of us as he proceeded to feel himself up. "Oh my god..."