(AN: I had this done since yesterday, but kinda forgot to post, so here it is, a slightly late weekend update for MMG!)
(AN2: “No plan ever survive first contact with the enemy.” – That dude who i can’t remember in that time that i also can’t remember.)
(AN3:Currently working on Dragooness 4, and i think i can pull it out before the weekend. Afterwards, may write a new story if i still feel like it >.>)
“…What hath happened in this place?” Amon’s voice echoed in the room as she walked in.
Hearing their bosses voice, both Vivian and Shelly raised their eyes towards the demoness who had walked in confused. Vivian had been slumped on the desk and had an expression of worry and fear, while the leviathan stood behind her holding a pile of paper that she had been ferrying somewhere else.
“AMY!” The siren shouted as tears fell from her eyes. “Help me! My confidence as a secretary is slowly being drained from my soul!”
Shelly was many things when she woke up in the morning. She was refreshed from having one of the best sleeps she had in her life. She was also tired, knowing that she’d have a very tiring day ahead of herself. There was also expectancy, after all, just yesterday she had began to meddle with magic, and to say that she didn’t want to see what would happen would be a lie.
However, above all else, there were two things that she was at that moment that stood over the others.
For a moment, Shelly started to think that possibly working there might not be that bad. If she just avoided the dangerous jobs and sticked to the simpler ones, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Heck, if she stayed she could even use magic! Yes, she would have to stick to becoming a girl from time to time, but magic! How many people would she possibly know that could use actual magic?
“Magical… Girls?” Shelly said shocked as she held her head in her hands. “And i’ll have to fight them?”
“Well, it MAY be one of your duties later on.” Vivian said as she waited for Shelly to recover from her shock before walking ahead. “Also, we aren’t entirely sure if that’s how they are actually called, but if we base ourselves in your culture, then we believe that to be the case.”
[I’M GOING TO SEND BIG SIS THERE RIGHT NOW, YOU HEAR ME?]
The messages popped up in Michael’s cellphone one after another as Shauna started to sound more and more panicked. Either that or angry. Typing as quickly as she could with the still unfamiliar hands, she replied:
Michael felt as if a heavy curtain had been lifted from his mind as he started to regain his consciousness. Being someone who was a bit slow to wake up on his own, it still took him at least two minutes of collecting his thoughts to finally earn enough motivation to open his eyes.
Even in his slow mind of post-waking up, it took him no more than a few seconds to understand that he was in a place he didn’t recognize. The ceiling wasn’t the wooden roof he was used seeing in the old man’s house. Nor was it the plain ceiling of the house he had been renting.
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS GENDER BENDING AND MIGHT NOT BE TO EVERYONE’S TASTES.
“Sorry Michael. You were one of our best workers, but times are difficult recently.”
Those simple words that his boss told him were what sparked the change in his life. Returning to his house while being extremely tired from all the mental stress from being fired, the young man spent the remainder of the day simply recovering from the shock.