The Universe's Mixer

For about five months Oswin had been inactive, little more than a statue in the park, when Leto brought her back into the world. Now that she was active again, Oswin thought about revisiting Wash, or even Stark Tower. Floating aimlessly through The City, she saw an ad for Wash's shuttle service.

Good for him! she said in her mind's eye.

What she worried about was that she wasn't needed anymore. Or perhaps that she hadn't been needed at all. It was very lonely in her shuttle. Sometimes Oswin began to remember that it wasn't just a shuttle, usually when she thought about the doctor with the massive chin, those were times when she blasted her music and tried to clear her thoughts.

For the most part the natives were friendly. Or at least indifferent. Rarely though, Oswin got an entirely different reaction.

Oswin rolled up to a pleasant little cafe. Although she couldn't eat, she liked to look at the menu and remember what it was like to sit down and eat a meal that didn't come from her own kitchenette.

On this occasion, however, once the patrons saw Oswin coming close they ran screaming. Oswin paused, her eye stalk searching the street for the cause of the panic, unable to find one. It was almost as if some residents of The City remembered seeing something like her before...

"...WAIT. ARE YOU RUNNING FROM ME?"

No one answered Oswin as they fled. Why on Earth would they do that?

Effie gasped as she sat up, struggling to breath, a heavy weight on her chest and stomach. She raised her head, looking into honey brown eyes identical to hers, mouth opening to speak only to taste flesh as a hand slapped her in the face, long nails scratching her cheeks, drawing blood.

“The hell?” she asked, screaming as a hand fisted itself into her hair, jerking her head back to a painful degree.

“Poor, delicate little kitten,” Enigma hissed, looking down at her younger self. “All broken and falling apart. Stupid little whore. If you think for one. fucking. second I will let you destroy everything I have worked so hard for, destroy my life, you have another thing coming.”

( Spectral Expression )