Shantae and The Cursed Wardrobe: Tap-Happy Dancer by UnanimousAnonymous02, literature
Literature
Shantae and The Cursed Wardrobe: Tap-Happy Dancer
After a long day of adventuring, Shantae was finally glad to get home and rest in her lighthouse home. Albeit she had been days out, she hopes she can put another adventure behind her to get some much-needed R&R. “Ahh, good grief.” She sighed. “Finally, I’m home, I can rest, do some reading…” she’d kick off her red curly flats across the living room. “…And NOT take a bath. I’m not falling for that trick again, that’s for sure!” She’d jokingly say to herself, remembering the time Risky Boots had used her own bath as a trap, which lead to another adventure. “But then again, at least it was nice.” She’d giggle. She’d begin climbing upstairs to her room, to be greeted by something strangely out of place. There was her chest, her bookshelf, hammock bed, and… a proper and regal looking wardrobe. Based on the fixed patch within her ceiling, she assume this was left by none other than… “Risky Boots! What could it be this time?” She’d growl seeing the assuming 'gift' left in her bedroom with a note attached. “I suppose this is an explosive?” She’d stomp over, only to grab the note and begin reading it. “Maybe a trap or some magic sucker- huh?” She’d begin to read the note further to realize it wasn’t what she anticipated. “Hey genie brat, wow, glad that hasn’t changed, I left you a little gift that I haven’t figured out if it’s done anything. I found this deep in some abandoned place, and seeing as this doesn’t fit my ship’s theming and I’ve already had plenty of clothes —Showoff…— I would lend it to you instead.” Shantae would take another look up at the wardrobe. “I’ve tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge for me. No matter how many inventions or explosives I’ve used, it must be magically sealed. Whatever, I assume since you want to hoard all the magic yourself, you’ll do something with it.” “Best regards, Risky Boots.” Shantae would then toss away the letter. “It’s not hoarding if I’m keeping it out of your hands.” She’d scoff. She would then take a good luck around the wardrobe before feeling it with her hand. Just then, she began to see the crevices and lines within the drawers and closet in front of her glow ominously, as if being activated. “What the hey?” As the closet continued to sound like it was powering up and charging, it would then stop it’s process as a click was heard within. She was now able to open it up. What greeted her was a lovely vintage dress, blood red, with a white satin collar, long sleeves, some buttons on the chest, a white underskirt petticoat, and a black, leather waist bow to top it off. “Wow…” she’d sound amazed as she grabbed to feel it, and observing it fully. “Well, that’s great and all, but I bet it’s not my s-“ upon further inspection, she looked at the dress’s tag, reading two things: her clothing size, and text reading 'For Shantae~'. She couldn’t help but be disturbed by the fact how this wardrobe not only knew her name, but the size of her clothes as well, so she quickly hung it back to where she grabbed it. Shaking her head, she investigated further into the wardrobe, looking inside one of the drawers. Within one, was a pair of short, fancy white gloves, snow-white tights, and a pair of tap shoes. The shoes were a slick, black leather Mary Jane tap shoe, with a slight heel and a bow on the strap. When investigated further, she then saw the inside of the shoes not only bared her name again in golden cursive, but the inside was a light pink leather, from the soles to the walls. “Those look uncomfortable.” She’d commentate. “I bet if I wore those my feet would be screaming.” She’d jokingly say as she closed the cabinet again. Yet again, she couldn’t help but feel unnerved that her name was on all these things. She didn’t recall owning them, nor anybody she knew would tailor-make these things for her. Was it magic? Before laying her superstitions to rest, she checked the last drawer below the first one to find one last accessory. It was a wide-brimmed, wine-red sun hat with a satin bow tied around the top. “Please don’t let this have my name again…” she’d worriedly say as she picked up and flipped behind the hat, to find her name was written within. She then didn’t hesitate to throw the hat back in the wardrobe, and begin getting unnerved. “Okay, this isn’t funny Risky!” She’d assume. “Stop with the antics and come out already!” Though she heard nobody speak. “Whatever. I’m out of here. I think Uncle Mimic will help me figure out what this is-“ but the second she turned around, she’d notice the entrance to her room was completely gone. “WHAT?! Where’d it go?!” She’d get on her knees and feel the floor to find nothing. To her surprise, she’d look back up to the wardrobe. She’d slowly turn her head to see the wardrobe was not only opened in all of its areas, but every single piece of clothing was gone. She then glanced to her right, to see the clothes she once saw were standing right in front of her. “What the hey?!” She’d stumble back to the sight of the outfit. The outfit would begin to look around her curiously, observing her in a tempted way. As it would begin to walk up to her, Shantae would step back further. The outfit would hold up one of her hands with its gloves and look at them closer, only for the current glove to try and shove it’s way onto Shantae’s hand. She’d quickly push it away before it got any further on her. “Hey! Knock it off! I’m not wearing you!” She would bark. The outfit didn’t seem to fully understand her statement, as it would then start giddily jumping up and down, clicking its shoes and cutely clapping its hands. It was then abruptly where all the clothes leapt onto Shantae, as she struggled to take them off her. “Wh- H-HEY! GET OFF ME!” She’d angrily yell. Her clothes underneath would begin to be replaced by the clothes that were trying to put her on, though it felt like her own clothes began to disappear. Left with the outfit’s own undergarments, the process would begin. The white tights would slither up Shantae’s legs like snakes, and feel particularly constricting. She’d try her best to kick around in the white, flossy tights, which appeared particularly shiny and new. The dress would then slide down on her next. Its zipper would violently zip up, as the dress’s posture felt just as restrictive. The sleeves felt as if they had control of her arms with the dense cotton. The petticoat would also slide under her, enlarging her skirt and giving it shape. The black waist bow would then come around her and fit on her back snuggly. So far all of the clothes at once felt stuffy and tight like a doll’s clothes. She wasn’t sure how she’d even tap dance in this. As she continued to struggle angrily, she felt her own hair tie become loose, freeing her hair. She was afraid it would be cut. Strangely enough, her hair wasn’t cut, instead, it would begin shrinking. She noticed it transformed to become shorter, and her hair raised up on two ends. Soon, she felt her hair twist and turn where they became plump and cutesy little side-pigtails. “What happened to my hair?!” She’d panickedly say. As she reached up to it however, her hands were then forced down by the white gloves she saw earlier. the gloves from the outfit would then glide right onto her hands, fitting like… a glove. “Eww… they’re so dainty and restrictive!” She’d feel like she could barely move her hands or make a fist. Lastly, she figured she could take a deep breath that it was over (as if she could… that dress was as tight as a corset.), she noticed the tap shoes on the floor start happily stepping around over to her feet. “Noooo!” She’d yell, shutting her eyes. The shoes would then jump right onto her feet, and struggle to squeeze themselves on. Soon, the shoes finally popped on, daintily tight and shining prettily in the light. They’d buckle to their tightest setting so that she couldn’t shake them off easily. Her poor little toes would struggle to move around in the shoes. Before the outfit’s transformation was finished however, she noticed a makeup bag emerge from the closet, open up, then begin to assault her face with makeup supplies. The tools were a little hasty with her, but applied blush, lipstick, eyeliner, and concealer perfectly. “My golly…” Shantae would say before she gasped and covered her mouth. “Whaddya' do to my voice?!” Shantae was so shocked with the fact how she changed accents so drastically, she hardly felt like it was her speaking. She began to have a voice and tone of that of a young Broadway starlet. “Oooh… Oh golly, I hope this is the end…” she’d get into a worried pose and covered her cheeks with her hands. Feeling her shoes suddenly jolt, she’d look down to her feet to where her tap shoes looked as if they were ready to dance. “Oh no… no, please…” she’d worriedly shake her head. A nearby radio would then play fitting music for the situation, as she heard herself stomp around her room with her possessed tap shoes. She’d then noticed they were getting visibly angrier, as she noticed she wasn’t making enough noise with the floor she was working with. “At least nobody can hear me doing this… but I also wish somebody could hear me needing help!” She would pout as she placed her hands on her hips. “It’s a good thing I’m not in some… big city, where everybody will notice and stare at me.” She’d got into a thinking pose, before she would suddenly witness the wardrobe’s doors lower and suddenly become a doorway. The doors would open up to a bustling and hustling big city on a sunny day, where her face was forced to smile in delight. Before she could step through however, she’d suddenly stopped dead in her tracks to turn around and grab a cutesy suitcase. She’d hold onto her hat and jump through the doorway. “Looks like I spoke too soon…” She’d worriedly say as she glanced around at everyone, but nobody batted an eye at her. Suddenly, she began shuffling and tapping rhythmically down the sidewalk, as the music from the once-heard radio would be going on in her head. She would pass by anonymous people with non-visible faces, as she kept joyously dancing down the road to wherever she was headed. Caught among a crowd, she expected to be pushed and bunched up against several people, but they began to separate, giving her ample room to keep dancing. Albeit, throughout this, she couldn’t help but feel ridiculously uncomfortable. She felt some of her movements were forced, her feet kept stomping on the ground in her tight shoes, and felt as if something was forcing her to smile. Was she happy or enjoying it? It felt so uncomfortable and bad, but she couldn’t help but like doing it. “Oh golly, oh my, I don’t know what to think.” She’d say with a spin. Along the way, she eventually came across a big theater, where she looked up in awe and amazement. “Huh… Maybe I can hide here. Kinda getting nervous people will keep eying me out here.” She’d say as she began wandering behind the building to enter the backstage. Strangely enough, the door was already unlocked for her, as she began walking through the backstage corridors. The theater was vastly empty and barren, though it seemed to be quickly abandoned from a previous performance. Multiple things were still lying around, like makeup cases, costumes, and set pieces. She began approaching one of the stage’s wings, as she gingerly placed down her suitcase. Finally, she pranced onto the main stage, to be greeted with an empty theater in front of her, and a midnight cityscape behind her. She would gaze around in amazement, looking up to the ornate ceiling and down to the stage’s wood planks. She’d begin tapping rhythmically on the boards to test out her sound, finding out that the sound was just right. She couldn’t help but feel worried, yet happy. Like there was two things going off in her simultaneously where she didn’t know what to feel. She began to tap dance to Broadway-esque music that filled the theater, uncontrollably shuffling, stomping, and scuffing around. Feeling her body and legs jerk forward with every motion as she danced the night away. She’d do various spins and hops she never figured were possible while dancing, and stepped the loudest to where everybody outside could practically hear. She began doing cutesy movements choreographed to the music, again with a forced smile. She would move around the stage with uncontrollable gusto, as her feet kept erratically tapping and clicking on the wood boards. What she mentioned earlier was true, as her feet began suffering in the small shoes with every cutesy shuffle she did. The pain began fading away however, and started to become somewhat bearable, as if she was getting conditioned to it. As she kept dancing and dancing, she began to feel a brink where she’s had enough. She tried to make herself stop, but didn’t know how. She stomped one of her legs and tried to press it down in place, but she kept going. She threw away her hat, but it suddenly spun right back to her like a boomerang. “Stop already! That’s enough! I don’t want to dance anymore!” She’d yell. Suddenly she’d do an intense tap combo just for the outfit to torment her. She’d then purposefully make herself slip to land on her bottom, where she’d then reach over to the shoes to try and take them off. Her gloved hand kept slipping out of the leathery shoe as they shook out of her hand. She then got back up, and continued dancing. She finally reached a breaking point, where she tried to control herself and started screaming. “Stop! STOP! I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH! MAKE IT STOP!” She would finally stop dancing, the music would halt, and she would finally be able to catch her breath. She’d look down upset to her shoes where they would make a sorrowful pose for making her so uncomfortable. “I never wanted to wear you! And I’m not a tap dancer either!” She’d say irritated. “But… then again…” her voice would become soft as she began to look down at herself more. “I guess you do look pretty on me. And I do like the little black shiny shoes…” she would begin to pose. “I realize that you’re nice… it’s just…” she couldn’t find the words to say. A gloved hand raises up and rubs her cheek in a soothing way. “I guess I was just afraid of people seeing me this way. I’m not this girly-girl tap dancer, and seeing everybody see me doing something different feels wrong.” Her feelings managed to contradict everything she’d felt so far. She’d gaze high up to the stage lights, then back down to herself. “Maybe… I’ll just embrace it.” She’d say as she hugged herself snuggly, and spinning around childishly. As being unsure and beginning to tap her foot in place, her face began to light up again as she began dancing again. Surely, it was less complicated and more simplistic, but she began to enjoy herself. The music began to softly fade in at a low volume, while Shantae slowly did more advanced moves. She suddenly felt she was no longer doing it herself, but was strangely fine with it. She began laughing with how the outfit pushed her to do all the dancing she never learned and went with it. She did in turn end up doing it again, but needed to rethink what she felt. She’d begin to sing and scat synchronized to her steps. As her dancing faded on, her vision began becoming foggy, as if she felt like she was waking up. Soon, she woke up what seemed like the next morning in her hammock bed, seeing the wardrobe across the room half open. “Wait… was it a dream…? Or was it real?” When she went to investigate, she noticed the clothes she was wearing and all the accessories were still in the closet. They were no longer moving, and simply rested in their prior positions. She noticed she was in her pajamas and out of the cursed tap shoes, where she then shut the wardrobe doors. Before she decided to get up and start her day however, she took one last look at the cabinet behind her. She looked down to her prior genie clothes that rested on the floor, and back to the cabinet. “I think I’ll give it a test run.” She’d say to herself, as she walked back to it. Sliding on the dress and its accessories, stepping into the tap shoes, throwing on her hat and putting on her makeup, she differently ran through her morning routine as she leaped out of her front door, ready to head to Scuttle Town to see her friends.
Link and Mage 30: Mask of the Past by Dakra-Dhark, literature
Literature
Link and Mage 30: Mask of the Past
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Link and Mage and Buster (Pt. 1) Other Side by Dakra-Dhark, literature
Literature
Link and Mage and Buster (Pt. 1) Other Side
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Hollowed out [Possessed armor TG story] by M1yago, literature
Literature
Hollowed out [Possessed armor TG story]
I let out a deep sigh of frustration as I put one foot in front of the other, carefully trying to avoid the mix of rusty blades and broken arrow points while the sound of crushing bones repeatedly echoes under my feet. My job here is supposedly simple. Find something, anything, in this decades-old battlefield that looks like it has been "bathing in the spiritual energy of the dead.". My employer told me that I would recognise it when I would see it. Why was I, a broke author who could barely pay rent, asked for this kind of job? I don't know myself, but at this point, money is money and I get paid regardless of my findings. I really don't like this place. It feels like someone's following me and could pop out of nowhere to attack me. It's dark, it's humid, it's foggy, so foggy that you couldn't even say which time of day it is. I was told that large quantities of spirits roaming around could naturally create this kind of fog, so at least I know I'm not alone in here. I have to admit it : I am afraid. After walking around the place for more than half an hour, I still have found nothing of interest. Only bones and broken weapons. Everything of interest was most likely already taken by scavengers a long time ago. I shiver and wipe the sweat of my brow when I suddenly see it in the corner of my eye. A slight otherworldly glow, in the middle of a pile of rubbles, just a few meters away from me. I run towards it, throwing caution to the wind. A large and heavy sword is stuck in the remains of some heavy armor, piercing it from front to back. The unnatural blue metal is eerily beautiful which makes it stick out of the overwhelmingly gray landscape. It is very much a surprise that no one has taken it yet. I clasp my hands around the handle of the sword and pull on it with all my strength. The weapon is as heavy as it looks : It doesn't move a centimeter. This looks like it will be harder than I thought... I try again and again, putting my entire body's weight into every attempts but it doesn't come out... Until... It does! The sword suddenly lifts itself, as if carried by a supernatural force. It takes me a second to realise but... It wasn't lifted by me! The sword was seemingly coming out of the armor on its own! I take a step back. What is going on?! I was told that ghosts and spirits couldn't affect the living world in any more ways than creating mist! What I see in front of me is definitely not normal! This isn't just the sword that is lifting itself, but the entire armor is standing on its own and clearing the rubble around it! In no time, this strange being is standing in front of me, facing me. I should run, but my legs feel like lead, my entire body stiff from the fear. In the holes of the armor, I can see a strange glow, taking the form of a human body, a woman. She's looking at me and her eyes are completely devoid of emotions. I can barely make out her traits under the steel, but her eyes glow in the middle of the fog, locked on to mine. She suddenly begins screaming, her mouth opening wider than any human could, distorting itself in an uncanny shape. This is when my body finally begins to move, when the fear turns into terror, so I turn away and begin to run as fast as I can. I hear her continuous, horrifying scream echo behind me, sometimes getting further and sometimes closing the distance, when out of a sudden, a shock. I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head and I am sent rolling forward. Before I can do anything, the world around me goes to black... ... ... I feel dizzy and nauseous... My head hurts and my entire body feels heavy. What happened? I remember getting chased by... Something... Everything is calm around me, complete silence. Did I just hallucinate that and knocked my head on something? An armor is laying in front of me, completely disassembled. The mighty sword is on the ground, behind it. I take a look at myself. My skin is pale, I sweated a lot... And my left hand is inside some sort of oversized gauntlet... What the hell? I try to pull on it as hard as I can, but it won't come out, it is completely stuck, despite being way bigger than my hand! This is why I hate magic! You have no clue what you're dealing with and it will screw you over! Well, I am assuming that it is magic, but what else could it be? Alright, I don't know what I could do about it, so my best bet would be to go back to see my employer, so he would let me see a mage to help me with this predicament. I got what I came for anyway. I just have to remember where I came from, but... For some reason, I feel so disoriented... My recent memories are fuzzy and I can't quite remember which direction I came from exactly and there really isn't anything I can use to orientate myself... Soooo I guess I will simply walk forward until I am out of this battlefield. As I press on, I give glances every now and then at this strange gauntlet stuck on my left arm. I could swear that it was shorter before... It is almost as if it is slowly creeping up my arm.. Taking a closer look it at it, it is a very strange piece of armor. Instead of being an assemblage of different pieces, it looks like a single, continuous piece of that same strange cold blue metal the sword is made from. It looks very malleable, with the metal bending when I move my fingers, similarly to skin. It looks... Organic, almost... It has now been more than fifteen minutes that I have been wandering in this cold place and everything still looks the same to me. It feels like I am walking in circle. On top of that, as I thought, the strange gauntlet has definitely been growing on me. It is now reaching the middle of my forearm, forming a sort of armor, while it used to stop at my wrist. Of course, I cannot remove this piece either, as it looks to be glued to my arm. I am beginning to freak out once again. I am lost in this scary place, feeling like I am going nowhere while this thing is growing on me! I need to get out! I want to go home! Instinctively and almost without realising it, I screamed that last part and the voice that came out didn't sound quite right... It sounded higher pitched and more breathy than normal... Right I realise that, locks of blond hair fall in front of my eyes. What the... I take a look at myself. My free hand looks thinner, my clothes are a little looser than before and my skin is completely hairless, on top of being deathly pale... What is happening to me?! I begin to walk faster. I need to get out of here and get that, whatever it is, examined by a mage, a doctor, anyone! I am beginning to lose my mind. Why can I not remember where I was two minutes ago? I need to think of something else. Am I going crazy? "My name is Wyatt Ackland, I am employed by mister Willedodger and I came here to find magic objects.", I repeat to myself to try to regain my composure, while I sit down, my head between my hands. Long blond hair fall on the sides of my face, in my vision. "My name is Wyatt Ackland, I am employed by... by..." Why is it so hard to think... I simply cannot remember what I wanted to say... My thoughts feel empty... I get up, grab the sword once again and begin to walk. The armor has now reached up to my shoulder. It is definitely oversized, but despite that, I am perfectly able to move my arm and fingers. It feels completely natural around me, as I can't feel its weight in the slightest. I am completely unable to pay it any mind anyway, as focusing on multiple things at once is so hard for me at the moment. I continue walking forward in this place I cannot recognise despite having the feeling that I have already passed here multiple times. My spine feels like someone is crushing it, my shoulders feel very tight and my clothes are almost too big for me. Am I losing height? I am losing myself... "My name is Wyatt... My name is... A-Aah... What is my name... " I cannot remember my name. I can't remember my name! No no no no, this isn't possible! I am panicking once again, I am groaning and the voice that comes out of my mouth is incredibly feminine. There is a slight and unusual weight on my chest and it feels like things are moving down there. On top of that, there is a very uncomfortable tightness in my crotch. I... I am completely overwhelmed... I stop once again. I don't know how to react to all of this, this is simply too much! I fall on my knees, my hands in-between my legs. I am turning into a woman! Something is turning me into a woman! I keep on groaning, trying to reject whatever is happening to me. The armor is now growing down my right arm and making its way down my torso, while an helmet is forming from behind my neck. As I am now able to give it a better, closer look simply by looking down, I can notice two things : first one is that wherever the armor seems to grow, my clothes seem to simply disappear, burned away. Second one is that I now have breasts that are still slowly but visibly growing. I get up and begin walking forward, dragging the large sword behind me. Where am I going again? I seem to be unable to remember... The tightness around my crotch is getting extremely uncomfortable, so much so that I struggle to walk now. I feel a pressure pushing it towards my insides. It is so painful... But suddenly, I feel something like a pop and... A hollowness and the pressure and bad sensation are gone. I would normally be panicking once again, but my mind goes back to my initial goal : leaving. So, I keep on pressing forward. Am I going in circle? Am I going straight and this place is huge? I don't know. I have lost my senses of time and directions. I notice that I do not breath anymore. I don't know when I stopped, but my chest doesn't raise regularly like it used to. This worries me, but I forget about it almost instantly. I do not know who I am anymore. Where am I going? I only know that I want to leave this place. The armor that is growing around me is now circling my torso and creeping down my body, but I ignore it. As I take a closer look at myself, I notice something strange with my skin. I am becoming... Translucent. Underneath the thick sheets of metal of this armor, my body is becoming lighter. I should panic about it, but for some reason, I do not. Passing through a place that feels familiar and yet unknown once again, I notice a little puddle of water, in which I can see my reflection. Inside of the open helmet, the visage looking back at me is the one of an attractive but expressionless young woman. Her skin is white like snow, so is her hair. Her eyes shine in the same cold blue as her the massive armor that wraps around her body. She looks to have no clothes at all under that armor and she is dragging a sword with her for a reason she herself doesn't understand. I take a look down. My legs have almost entirely disappeared. In their stead are the bottom halves of the legs of that massive armor that swing back and forth as I walk. I keep on moving forward, then. I do not know where I am going and why. I simply follow the last remnants of an instinct, deep inside of me, so I will continue to roam this battlefield as long as this hollow body will allow me...
Rise of the Black Cat: Just Rewards by Comicbookklutz, literature
Literature
Rise of the Black Cat: Just Rewards
Anna awoke and lay still for a while, the warmth and comfort of her bed shielding her slightly from the headache which kept her from opening her eyes. Quiet suffused the room, pierced only by the faint sound of singing birds, which seemed to be many miles away. Finally deciding to open her eyes, Anna stared blearily up at ceiling, feeling dizzy, sick, and definitely sorry for herself. She lay for a while longer in an attempt to still her unsettled stomach. Eventually, with a great effort, Anna managed to pull herself upright where she sat on the edge of the bed staring at the floor.
This was one hell of a hangover. She suddenly sat up strai