(grrr... someone begged for more Malchior. I was blanking out until I came across this prompt.

*cue evil laughter* )

Malchior wasn't exactly the most social of people. That was evident.

He took a room that was in a vacated hall way, mainly because the heat didn't work down there.

Malchior didn't feel heat. Or cold. Or anything, for that matter.

He didn't go on heists often, and See-More didn't ask for rent because he didn't eat.

And frankly, he didn't talk to anyone other than Kyd Wykkyd.

Kyd teleported into Malchior's room. "Hello, Wykkyd." Malchior said, shutting a book he was reading. Wykkyd waved and signed, 'Still checking for any possible side effects for the potion?' Malchior nodded. "Yes. I would rather not kill myself." 'Or you just don't trust me.'

Malchior chuckled. "I don't trust many people." He glanced at the potion bottle again. "Kyd, I'll see you at dinner tonight." Kyd took that as a meaning to 'go away' and he vanished.

Malchior picked up the small potion bottle.

It was about an inch tall, and was a spray sorta thing. It was dark purple, and if you looked closely, shapes would form, like skulls of humans or dragons.

He sighed and said aloud, "Well. I won't lose much. Just my paper form."

Malchior sprayed the entire thing onto his arm.

At first, it just felt like pressure. Then it began to grow warm.

If Malchior's mouth had been in place, he would've laughed.

Then he felt crippling pain. He hit the ground and mentally screamed.

Kyd looked up in shock. "Hey, Kyd, what's the matter?" Shimmer asked, popping another potato chip in her mouth. Kyd looked over at Shimmer. 'Its Malchior. He's in trouble!'

Shimmer looked concerned, but shrugged it off and said, "What would be the problem, all he is is freaking paper. What he do, catch on fire?"

Kyd got up and made his way to the 'Frozen Hall'. Shimmer shrugged and said, "I'll go help." She slid off the barstool and left the chips behind.

Kyd opened the door and looked around.

Bits of paper were floating around and a crumpled form lay in the middle of the floor.

Kyd dashed over and shook his shoulder. "Woah, who's that?" Shimmer asked.

The figure slowly opened his eyes. Red eyes.

He groaned and sat up. Licking his lips once, he said in a familiar but dry voice, "It worked." Kyd smiled and nodded. "Wait a second, is that you, Mally?" Shimmer said.

Malchior stood up. He wore similar armor to Rorek, but instead of silver it was red. The scarf mask was pulled down, revealing his mouth, but it was gray instead of black. His hair was black and short, but spiked up. He pulled up the mask and said, "First off, my name isn't Mally. It's Malchior. And it is me. I finally destroyed the paper form for good."

Shimmer groaned. "That's means I can't set you on fire. Damn it."

See-More stared at Malchior. "So... you can still shift to a dragon, right?" He said. Malchior nodded. "Yes, and I can also change into a form in between. But instead of being trapped in a paper form which I cannot feel a thing, I can appear human." Malchior squeezed his fist. "And feel, in a way."

See-More nodded and said, "Sweet. But now you are paying rent, you got that, lizard breath?" Malchior glared. "Don't call me that. And I will, cyclops." "Hey!"

(Mally's a human now. Kinda.

Okay, I grew up believing that dragons could disguise themselves as humans and that's why we haven't found any, alright? Shut up!

Bye byes, and don't shut up until you give me a review!)