In an inconspicious office Nina the Darling Devil Doll is sitting at a desk, pen in hand, thinking of ideas for a new script, as well as listing possible opponents for her fanfic adventures and possible approaches to them. As she is writing the city outside is strangely still, no signs of any vehicle movement, not even aerial as one would expect of such a large city. A creature flies by the window that is clearly not a bird, but rather a golden biomechanical snake with bat like wings and a stiff inhuman facisimile of a human woman's breasts and head.
There is a *knock* at the door as Nina writes.
"Come in," she says in her sweet high pitched voice.
In walks a red devil man in a business suit.
"Hmm," a Faustian Devil?
"No," says the devil, "it is I of course, Chango, in this land I am required to take on a form such as this, or else look like the humans condemned to here."
He strolls in, "Working on the next script...as it were." he states more than asks.
"You know," says Chango, "I have noticed something rather interesting you may want to know about. You see the author...excuse me, rather, the Rhuen of Rhulan, as you know has been posting transcripts of your, and our, latest escapades on the internet of reality D12. I took a look for curiosities sake, and noticed a few things. Well firstly the annoyance that some sites only have a few of the adventures due to either not allowing fanfiction works there or only fanfiction works, chopping up the events rather...shall we say, incoherently in some cases, especially with your jovial quikies."
He moves by the window looking out, "Also on one of these sites that has these things known as *tags* that ease the search function of said sites, I have noticed he;"
Nina glares at him, the darkness of her eyes swirling as though searching.
"Rather I mean the Rhuen of Rhulan, forgive me I mispoke," he smiles, "has tagged ALL of your adventures even the solo one where you went after that unfortunate soul body fleeing through that suburban Hell in an Icecream truck, with tags relating to a retro-nostalgia style video game known as Bendy and the Ink Machine. This made me rather curious. After all we ALL predate this game, I wandered, did it inspire our great mistress to switch the auth...Rhuen's focus to us more shall we say cartoony denizens of the depths, or somehow take us out of the toy chest as it were to play, then I looked into it...and saw something interesting."
He turns to Nina, "My dear, your current outfit and apperance is rather similar to that of a character in that game called Alice Angel. Your polymorphic nature and colorsheme fit the theme of ink transforming, and the similarity to cartoons of the era that game is set to. Yet I also recal you looking differently, much like myself, as a role player; I recall where is now white being grey, blue, or black, where is black being blue, red, or grey, your ears being pointed, your eyes being red, blue, or purple, your hair like tentacles, and well...so on and so on, I remember you not wearing a dress even at one point, instead as skin tight in apperance tights, with your limbs extended as pure nightmare fuel; hence your full title; save that is when in a more upscale location or in the presence of the great mistress as her..."
Chango guards his words as Nina has fallen still and silent facing him.
"Beloved princess of the Kingdom of Dolls"
He takes a step back, slowly, "So I am made to wander, if you changed your apperance as a regular for the appeal to this style of games, although a light grey would have still fit, and your eyes needn't be so...excuse me my aesthetics nature is talking there; so I am made to wander with the timing, if you did this on purpose."
"Yes," says Nina bluntly, turning back to her lists of franchises and script ideas.
Chango stands there uncertain, he had expected a bit more, after all Nina has never been one for so few words in a response especially one intended as an accusation...she might feel differently if she reads this like you did Chango, you fourth wall breaking bastard.