User blog:Katuvis/LMBWFF Part 1

Popular demand asked me to post this now. Enjoy, if possible.

Chat was laggy. And almost dead. And really empty. The only users on were ClutchTheGreat, Satoshi2, and Katuchim. It was often like this. Peculiar things had been happening on the wiki recently, in the past three weeks, to be specific. Users had been disappearing with no notice, and leaving no trace. Threatening blog posts were being written by an unknown user named Marus. The admins tried to delete them before anyone saw, but it was a futile attempt- especially because there were only 3 admins still active. Rumours flew, everyone was uncomfortable, and there was no peace.

“This is a sorry excuse for a chat,” Katuchim typed. “I’ll be off now.” There was no response. She swiped up from the bottom of the frame to close chat on her Blackberry Playbook, but before she hit the grey “X” and moved her hand away from the screen, she froze. Her fingers were stuck to the screen with an achy stiffness that was creeping into her hand and up her arm.

The white and orange pixels on the screen leapt up and floated around her vision, blurring her thoughts as well. The numbness seeped into her body, up her neck and through her head. The moment it hit her brain, the pixels leapt blindingly closer. Katu suddenly had a raging headache. Her other arm was frozen now, and the stiffness was crawling toward her feet.

“You thought you had nothing to worry about,” a tiny voice whispered gloatingly. “You thought online problems would stay online.” Katu could hardly hear the menacing voice with her paralyzed brain, but she understood every word, and she hated every letter of it. But she couldn’t stop herself from absorbing it all. “You should have known that Marus has more power than that. And guess what? You’re the next disappearance.” As the last words faded from hearing, Katuchim was completely swallowed by the numbing death. In the next instant, her body was noiselessly drained of all energy. Then the shell of Katuchim collapsed with a quiet crackle.

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“I can’t explain it,” Loney said. “One moment, I’m leaving chat, and everything’s perfectly normal. Then five minutes later, I wake up in this nothingness, and I’m a GIRL.” Loney was indeed right. The surroundings were, well, nothing. The ground was flat, white, and stretched out to infinity. The ceiling/roof/sky wasn’t visible. It may not have existed.

Loney ran a hand through her hair and looked around at the assembled company. They each had a similar story, and after having woke up in this white world, gradually found their ways to each other. There was a young lady with long, impeccable dark-brown hair, a younger boy wearing glasses, and another girl who Loney thought was vaguely familiar, though she didn’t know why.

The dark-haired girl spoke. “I suppose I can assume we’re all from the LMBWiki?” There were slight nods all ‘round. “And we’re all the wrong gender?” More nods.

“Forget that,” the boy said. “Who are YOU?”

“You can’t guess? Look at me. My hair. My perfect, gorgeous hair that’s better than Rio’s.”

There was silence, except for the boy, who muttered, “You mean Chrissy-Baby.”

“You people are hopeless,” the girl said with a dramatic sigh. “I’m BusyCityGuy, for brick’s sakes.”

“You’re not a guy anymore,” the other girl replied glumly.

“Neither are you,” the feminine BCG replied. “Why are you, anyways? Cricket? MsD?”

“I WAS TwistedAlpha,” she replied with a sigh.

“So THAT’S why you’re familiar,” Loney observed. “You’re Ar- I mean, Katuchim’s twin.” She smiled, slightly relaxing. “I wonder how she is.”

The boy spoke. “If Ara’s gone through this… experience, she’ll be a guy.”

“Let me guess, you’re my other daughter, right?” Loney guessed.

He nodded. “Son, now. And you’re Mom, not Daddy anymore.”

For a minute there was silence. Then Twisted asked the question no one wanted to hear. “So what the brick do we do now?”

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Katuchim felt sick. And tired. And she still had that headache. All she saw was white. “But I thought there was orange, too,” she thought. Squeezing her eyes shut- or were they already closed?- she tried to analyze the situation.

“I’m lying down, flat on my back… I never lie on my back… the surface is smooth… there’s something in my right hand. I can’t hear anything… or smell anything… it’s not too warm or cold… I still see white with my eyes closed… I’m not wearing shoes… but I do have socks on… I think I’ll open my eyes.”

She did so, but everything was still white. She sat up and looked at herself. Good, she could still see herself and she seemed to be all there. The object in her hand was the Blackberry Playbook. But- was that her hand? The lavender nail polish was gone. The fingers were more square and angular. But the purple inkstains and the familiar scar on the right hand confirmed they were her hands… somehow.

Katu looked around. Her head felt oddly light. “My hair!” she cried, clapping a hand to her head. “That’s not my voice either,” she thought. She reached for the Playbook and swiped across the screen to wake it up. Then she opened the mirror application and took one glance. Then she knew.

No, HE knew. Katuchim was now a boy. “Blast it,” he thought. “I don’t know how to be a boy.” He took another look at himself. Yes, short brown hair, the same brown eyes, but the face was definitely masculine. He decided he looked alright, and whatever had turned Female Katuchim into Male Katuchim was polite enough to take a mediocre-looking girl and turn her into a pleasant-looking boy.