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⭐Alpha Centauri⭐, Part Five

Or, more correctly: Alpha Centauri Part 420

God help me if it gets that long

….Literally

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Mom sat me down alongside Chialer after breakfast, with a case on the table between us. The material was… Indescribable, after being on Earth since turning eighteen. Its origin was definitely Hell, though.

“Sooooooo, what’s that?” I asked. Mom chuckled, putting up a finger. In her human guise, she was a lot more like me than Polaris or Nebula: bearing freckles, blue eyes with lovely little glints in them, and obviously, a Hispanic complexion.

“It’s a gift from your dad, sweetheart. A regular-use sedative that won’t put you to sleep, but spiritually speaking, it’s like applying medicine to wounds you didn’t even think to call such.”

Chialer and I nodded along—though looking at her, she was just as clueless as I’d expect. “Sooooo basically a shot of some kinda hippy drugs.” I quipped.

Mom chuckled, opening the box partially and looking inside. “Well, you’re not exactly wrong. In fact, he got the idea for these from certain ‘clients’—” by which she meant sinners that died and went to Hell— “some of which were… Well, ‘hippies’, as it were.”

She turned the box around. Chialer’s eyes widened, and she laughed for a moment. “Oh my Beast—your dad wants you to be a stoner!”

I snorted, putting a hand to my mouth and looking at her. “Chai, what?”

Mom balled a fist in front of her mouth to stop herself from giggling in an unladylike way. “...Yes, yes, Chialer’s right, it’s marijuana. He told me a bit about it to clarify details for me, and I think it could be a good thing to start you on, like he suggested…”

I blinked, glancing around in confusion. “I… Don’t get what that is…”

Both gave me a surprised look. Chialer I could deal with, but mom’s made me feel stupid.

“It’s an herb that humans took to rolling up, lighting on fire, and—”

“I know what smoking is, mom.”

She cleared her throat. Chialer giggled, but mom’s look at her quickly stopped that. “It’s a plant people smoke. Lots of supposedly hallucinogenic effects from what I’ve heard, dulls the senses, skews perception of time… But the main consensus is that it’s a heavy sedative. Doesn’t put you to sleep, but it ‘chills you out’ pretty hard. I would know, I’ve seen your father test it.”

I grinned. “Shhhhhh—” my grin quickly went to a frown, “—oot, I can only imagine.”

Mom rolled her eyes. “Sweetie, it’s been eight years since you were just coming of age. I don’t mind you saying ‘shit’—home, you’re a demon, not a human. If you were going prudish on me, then I’d be concerned.”

I cleared my throat, this time. Chialer was covering her mouth, and I really wanted to punch her just on principle of what she was trying not to do. “...Right, mom. So I’m guessing I just… Light up now and then?”

“If you want to. It’s your body, after all,” mom said, “I won’t blame you if you don’t, there are still potential side effects.”

I snorted, shaking my head. “Mom, jeez, you were just telling me to not bother with chastity. Abstinence would be like stabbing Chialer and Nebb in the eyes.”

“Oh, and she’s got enough arms to do that at once,” Chai quipped, grabbing one of my wrists and shaking it lightly.

Mom chuckled. “Alright you two, I get it. Now what’s your plan for the rest of the year?”

We both blinked, glancing at eachother. “Uhh…… Me no do plan,” I said.

“I just, like, follow my whims. And stomach,” Chialer added, shrugging.

Mom sighed. “Well how about this—when I was your age, I took on the Miss USA pageantry to make my image an idol for humans to worship…”

Chai raised her brows. “Oooh…”

She nodded. “But that required a human guise. A piddly achievement for one like me. However, sports teams in universities like this theme their whole schools around their mascots….”

I clapped my hands together. “Oh my gosh yes! I HATE that ‘terriers’ bullshit they’ve got! Like there’re enough dog breeds to go around already with—”

Chai put a hand to my chest, and the other to my mouth. “Yo. Calm yourself.”

I tried to move to push her off me, but— “She has a point, Centauri. I brought this gift from your father here specifically to help with that.”

I rolled my eyes, sighing. “Fine. Still, can’t stand all these dog mascots. What we need is a moth mascot.”

Chialer scoffed. “Yeah, and leave out skunks? Most stupid humans think moths are ‘ugly’—skunks are something they’ll take to easier.”

I stuck up my nose. “And skunks like someone in this room—” I said snootily, referring to Chialer, “—carry an infamous stench.”

Mom discreetly pulled out a cellphone while we bickered. While Nebb and I remained somewhat close to arthropods in our ‘true’ forms, Chialer’s uranium atronach form was only any similar in silhouette to her other inhuman form: a skunk, with a soft glow of uranium under its fur. Of course, she still preferred her true form for obvious reasons, though dreaded how she always had to cover it up for others’ safety. Comes with being an envy demon, I guess.

“Girls, girls, settle down,” Mom said. “Neither of your species is represented as an American sports mascot.”

Our eyes both went wide, and we looked at her. “What?!” we yipped in unison.

She smirked. “How about this: you compete to get Boston University’s mascot changed to your species. I’ll have a prize in it for whichever of you wins…”

I grinned, bouncing on my seat. “What kind? What kind?”

Chai clapped. “Yeah, what kinda prize?”

Mom chuckled. “I’ll figure that out along the way,” she said, before pointing at Chai. “And you have until Centauri graduates, since she’s a year ahead of you.”

Chai nodded quickly. “Yup! Gotcha.”

I snickered. “Even if you still have a year here after me, they won’t be changing the mascot twice in two years.”

She nodded, smirking at me with a look of determination in her eyes. “Won’t matter since it’ll be a skunk by then.”

We both giggled mischievously.

A while later, Chai and I took our first crack at smoking the stuff. Chai muttered that it made her feel weird, but it made me feel.... So GOOD.... I felt so relaxed, so... fulfilled.... Like everything was fine and nothing bad could happen. My stress and agitation melted away like ice on a stovetop.

Of course, this was when Polaris popped in, having just finished lunch with mom. She furrowed her brow, covering her face with a hand. "Oh god, you two, inside? Really?" she sputtered disgruntledly.

I shrugged, stretching my arms for a moment. "Our dorm, our prefs, sis...~" I chimed, a lax slur to my speech. "Y'not gonna join in?"

Chai waved a hand, having her face resting on the other to hide at least one of her bloodshot eyes. "Guh, don't bother, it's real... Off, can't put my finger on it."

"You know how apids are about smoke, Cen..." Polly grumbled.

I shrugged. "Well then maybe I wanna be left alone~"

Polaris rolled her eyes. "Ugh, fine. You have... 'fun' with that," she muttered, before heading back out. I giggled, though Chai hefted herself to her feet to follow.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go get some fresh air—don't go getting attacked by another angelsh while I'm out there...." she murmured, rubbing her head as she went out of sight.

I shrugged. Lucifer told me the other day that I was attacked because I was 'away' from potential witnesses. Now I was floating in a hot tub connected to a damn lake of them. Surely no angel would have the balls—not least since many of them embodied chastity.

...Chastity. Titty. Heheh.

I found myself chuckling to myself, half asleep as I laid across the couch. After a minute I blinked, looking over myself. I faffed around a bit with the toes on my human form's feet, frowning. Tiny, practically unneeded. Why did I have them? I didn't want them.

I rolled myself off the couch, flopping face-down on the floor before getting up. It took me a minute to scrounge for a sticky note, very poorly write 'C, I'm fine, just want alone time, C' on it, attach that to the outside of the dorm's door, then close and lock it.

Before anything else registered with me, I was in the bathroom, once again in my 'moth' form. I stared half-lidded at myself: A pretty white and vibrant-pink cheerleader uniform on my body, with my wings unusually all black. This latter bit wasn't alarming to me, necessarily—all the eyes were just closed, dormant. I considered what I'd look like with the opposite coloration: white with black spots, like an actual leopard moth. Too much white. Too much. I shook my head.

Once that motion had finished, my new TV-like head had taken place of the insectoid one. In the mirror, it seemed to swirl with eerie, dull colors. The patterns spread around it slightly, and I felt a bit unsteady on my feet. But it was so... Entrancing to look at. I was lost in thought for a bit.

Thinking about me as a mascot. The suit would be so fluffy... I wanted to wear it myself, now. Yet no doubt I myself would be fluffier. I didn't care. It'd be so comfy... And nobody would flip out if I wore it in public. They'd praise me for it. I grinned. My monitor displayed a moth-eyed face with the exact dumb grin taking up most of it.

I kept thinking. Just what could this thing do? Right now, I was using it as glorified life support. Oh, I lost my old head, and this’s my new one. But there was a ton of shit I could do with the old, and this’s supposed to be a fuckload better!

I sneered at my reflection, jogging into the kitchen. The microwave sat nervously on its dust-collecting spot on the counter. Were it animate and emotive like me, it’d be sweating, quivering, possibly crying.

High on excitement and weed alike, I turned the microwave around with ease, wrenching out its power cord. A slight squeak of its electronic clock flicking off gave me an unusual satisfaction. Then I stuck a finger firmly in the appliance-side socket for the cord, sending a surge of electricity down my arm. With a loud spark and flash from inside, I suddenly felt a warmth fill the kitchen.

My eyes widened, and I looked around. The charge was stronger than I expected—rather than containing itself to my upper right arm, it coursed down my lower right arm as well, burning through the rubber insulation on the power cord and travelling back down into the wall. Along with the microwave popping open and surging with energy, the other appliances in the kitchen did as well. I heard the TV and consoles in the living room scream to life, and all the lights that’d previously been off had flashed on brighter than they’d ever been in my years of living there.

I dropped the power cord, putting my right hand firmly to my chest. Somehow... Somehow my heart rate was barely 60 BPM. Well, the equivalent. My true form doesn’t have conventional organs, but… Y’know. Live a few years in another species’ flesh…

I quickly ran to the fridge. When I opened it, a rush of cold air flew out at me as it sucked in the outside heat. I pulled a pack of hotdogs out of a drawer, brushing a light frost off of it and dumping them on a plate.

I pressed the buttons on the microwave. Nothing. I mashed on them harder, still nothing. Oh right, I didn’t plug it back in. Facepalm. In goes the plug, in goes the plate, in goes the put of numbers, forty-five seconds, start. I stared as the plate started to rotate.

I suddenly heard a scream from downstairs. It was a full three seconds before I blinked out of my trance, looking around. Wasn’t me, what was it? ‘Cause it wasn’t me, whatever it was.

Except, indirectly, it was.

It took a few moments for me to smell the smoke. My antennae twitched, and a hand reflexively went to each. In a moment, they disintegrated, as well as my two free arms and wings. By the time I ran to and unlocked my door, I was back in human form, ready to pretend I was panicking as I ran out of the dorm.

“What the fuck’s going on?” I said to a fellow cheerleader as we passed through the dorm lobby.

“That jackass Kent microwaved a fork again, and set half the dorm on fire!”

“Seriously? I told him to stop that shit!”

“Why didn’t the smoke alarm go off?!”

I winced at the sounds of several voices shouting over eachother. I barely noticed someone tug my shirt slightly.

“Yooooo, what happened to your shirt?”

I instinctively pulled away from the guy that grabbed at my top. Knew I was forgetting something. There was a hole on each side, a couple inches below each sleeve and exposing my bra underneath. Not like my second pair of arms could fit with the first in the sleeves. Fast thinking isn’t my forte, damnit.

“Uh, I was like, playing around with an idea for a halloween costume.”

“What the fuck, Ally? That top’s school prop!” one of the other girls said. I groaned.

“I know, I know, I’ll pay for it, jeez…”

While talk returned to the fire and the dumbass that caused it, I sidled back inside the dorm building. The lights were all on, even the lamp that’d been retired to a back corner since every bulb put in it would flicker. The smoke detectors’ lights were out. Apparently those couldn’t handle the power surge I caused, and dickwad Kent had to be somehow lazier than me about microwave safety.

Gotta make a note to ‘harvest’ him later…

Uh… That’s not what it sounds like.

Oh right, the h’dogs. I ran upstairs. The ‘dogs... Had all burst, with cheese splattered around the microwave itself. Whatever wasn’t splayed open was mostly blackened with char from its own juices. Maybe Kent was even less to blame than I thought... Maybe Lucifer’s favor was just as frighteningly powerful as it was cracked up to be.

#Alpha Centauri

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