Prologue

The city of Royal Woods...is not likely to be your first guess as to where you might find a makeup factory, and yet, for the past decade or so, one that stood on the outskirts of town was at the forefront of the fashion industry. It was here that one Madam M revolutionized, among other trends, the so-called "Trashy Look." Unfortunately, as the saying goes, fate is a fickle mistress, and with the coming of the so-called "Dull Look," Madam M's business was experiencing an all-time low in sales.

"I can't believe this," she growled out as she frantically paced across one of the catwalks inside her factory - one of many she used to own - while clutching a fashion magazine that showcased the latest trends, in which she wasn't even mentioned. "After everything I've done, everything I've given them, they go and abandon me. ME!"

She sighed as she placed her hands upon a guardrail overlooking the vats in the factory. "Oh, it seems like only yesterday that this place was churning out literal gallons and tons of the products that made people beautiful. Where did it all go wrong?"

She looked up at the sky through a window, taking note of how dusk was slowly approaching, not noticing how the screws on said guardrail were a bit loose...enough so to start coming undone due to the added pressure. "I'm not a bad person right? I've done everything a good person ought to do, right? Just give me a sign that I'm not the villain of this story here!"

Unfortunately, as if on cue, the guardrail suddenly came undone in her hands, causing her to lose her balance. Just as she's about to right herself, however, her high heels came in contact with some makeup residue that had been on the catwalk, tripping her up enough to end up falling into the vat below. She could only shake her head in frustration as she swam to the side of the vat. "Note to self: refrain from wearing heels on the catwalk from now on," she moaned out before grabbing onto the railing from earlier, which was just barely attached to the catwalk, hoping to try and pull herself back up...only for said railing to come loose and for her to fall back into the sludge.

Letting go of the railing and letting it sink into the murky depths, Madam M could only beat her fists against the sludge in frustration even as she attempted to stay afloat. "Great: what else can go wrong?" It was here that she froze, having begun to hear the telltale sound of metal straining against a great weight. She had just enough time to groan out, "Me and my big mouth…" before the drain of said vat, having become rusted over due to lack of proper care in recent times, burst open, drawing the contents through the pipes below as it does, much to her horror.

"Nonononono!" she cried out, trying in vain to fight the current and the force of gravity, ultimately being propelled through the pipes to who knew where.
Inside the pipes, Madame M did her best to try and fight the current, even as she felt it sweeping her hair upwards, but to know avail. Despite this though, she wasn't yet ready to die, and so did her best to keep this unplanned/unwanted improvised water park ride-esque experience from killing her, even as she felt the sludge covering up her ears, though that wasn't to say she was happy about the whole thing. "Is this seriously my reward for being a forward thinking individual?!" she cried out mentally even as - unbeknownst to her - her skin had started turning pink and her hair had started to gain a grey coloration. "For trying to bring the joy of fashion to others? Makes me wonder if it wouldn't be better if I just tore all that was beautiful in the world apart!"

Unfortunately, her mental rant was temporarily cut short by a sharp turn in the current, the rapid movement causing her to hit her head on the side of the pipe, nearly forcing her to cry out in pain...just in time for a piece of the railing from earlier to come swooping in and hitting her square in the nose. Unable to stop herself, she opened her mouth to yell out her frustrations...only to wind up with a mouthful of sludge, as well as some pieces of the metal grating, instead of air. "Of course I can't even shout out in rage," she mentally growled out even as she forced herself to swallow the sludge, struggling to keep air in her lungs as she did her best to keep the metal that she could feel inside her mouth from cutting up her tongue or something like that. "I swear, if I get out of this, I'm going to force those morons that make up this hick town to pay attention to me!" What she didn't know, however, was that the same metal that was inside of her mouth had pierced a few of her teeth, damaging them a considerable amount, and as such, some of the sludge that had gotten into her mouth - which still had the chemicals necessary to become makeup within it - had managed to seep into her now damaged teeth, and likewise had begun to start rearranging them into something resembling fangs as a means of "repairing" them. Even if she had known about that, however, it wouldn't have stopped her from trying to bash her way out of the tube in frustration despite the fact she couldn't see anything in this dark tunnel...nor how her now grey hair had started to gain purple highlights.

As luck would have it, though, she'd have likely have find herself letting out a muffled cheer as light began to appear at the end of the tunnel, literally and figuratively...only to instead let out a yelp in surprise as she hit the water below the pipe's exit, the knowledge that she was still submerged being the only thing keeping her from doing so. Quickly moving to the surface of the water and immediately spitting out the sludge and remaining bits of metal in her mouth as soon as she made it there, she couldn't help but let out a cough as fresh air hit her lungs for what felt like the first time in a long while. "Finally: I thought I'd never get out of there!" Instantly, she brought a hand to her throat even as she continued to tread water, unable to comprehend what she just heard. "...what happened to my voice?! I sound like Phyllis Diller now!" Despite her shock at sounding like an older woman now, she merely shook her head in frustration. "Worry about that later: right now, I need to get on solid ground."

As she began to swim over to the nearest shore, she took note of the position of the sun in the sky. "It's sundown already? Wow, it was barely even setting earlier: I must've been in that pipe for longer than I thought." Her marveling at her own survival/apparent lung capacity was cut short however, as her attempt to crawl up on shore proved unsuccessful upon discovering that the particular section of land she had selected had been too steep and thus fell back into the water, groaning as she coughed up more mud and water as she did.

"Of course it wouldn't be that easy: why would it be?!" she growled out before swimming over to another section of land where she just barely managed to crawl onto the shore, nearly collapsing as she did.

"Well, that was unpleasant, but at least, it's over, right?" As if to answer her question, she spotted her reflection in a puddle of water that happened to be right in front of her face, finally taking note of all the changes that had she had started to undergo since falling into that vat back at the factory: her blonde hair had become grey with purple highlights, her Caucasian skin now a distinctly pale shade of pink, with bright blotchy red lipstick and purple eye shadow on her, her ears completely gone and her nose shrunken, making her face resemble that of a snake, and her pink dress reduced to a pink jumpsuit with black gloves. Sinking to her knees in despair, she lets out a pitiful sob that slowly but surely morphs into maniacal, bone chilling laughter.

To Be Continued