Thread:BoltBlizard/@comment-28716546-20180326183835/@comment-28716546-20180326184220

I have a story to back it up, a short one.

ahem

"But she's my waifu." Bolt whined. Lillie and his actions the previous night were cut short by Lillie discovering his bedroom was covered in Neptune everything. They were now having a picnic, arg-uh-discussing why it wasn't a problem and how Lillie was being irrational.

"Yeah, well I'm your girlfriendu." Lillie was not happy about it.

"There's no such thing as a girlfriendu. And Neptune isn't real, it's not like I'm cheating on you."

"Neptune is very real."

"But that Neptune is from another universe where she is real. The Neptune I have stuff of is fake, from a video game and an anime adaptation."

"If I told the Neptune here that you had all of that stuff, how do you think she's react?" Bolt hesitated. "As a matter of fact, I think you've been hiding something every since I met you..."

Bolt sighed. "Alright, fine, I have been hiding something. But it has nothing to do with my waif-"

"Obsession." Lillie corrected.

"-U. I found this thing at a train station and it affected me weirdly. You see..."

"You have Tetnus?"

"What?"

"Or AIDS?"

"That isn't even something you can catch! My health is normal. I found something that someone else made but I didn't see them coming back to take it so."

"That's stealing."

"No it isn't."

"They could have been looking for it. Was it money, because the maximum you can take is £10?"

"Can you stop interrupting?"

"Just show me what it is."

"Ok..." and Bolt changed.

He didn't really feel different. And he didn't know if he looked different until Lillie started making squeaking noises. "Awww! You're a catboy!" Bolt frowned. All he did was grow ears and a tail that he hoped didn't grow a hole in his trousers.

"I'm not a catboy. The form said it was called a Half Neko. Which is Japanese for cat..."

"Can I pat you?"

"Not in public."

"I mean like heatpats. Like this." Lillie reached over and patted his head before he could object. It felt quite demeaning, but also sort of satisfying. "Did you like that?" Bolt didn't respond, and Lillie patted him again.

"I have other forms too, you know."

"Which are?"

"I think we should get home before I do anything else." He pointed to the many, many picnickers all staring their way with many different expressions, most of them unmentionable in something for kids.

Lillie walked back to her house, with Bolt saying he needed to pick something up before he came, and she had already turned the key when a bright purple ferret came scampering up to her. Wait, what? "Hello? Did somebody paint you or something?" The ferret just brushed against her, and she couldn't resist bending down and picking it up. She hugged it as it ran between her fingers and up her sleeve. "Aren't you a cute little-ah!" Lillie began squeaking. "Get out of my shirt!" Lillie tried searching for the ferret she was beginning to like less and less, but to no avail. Even worse, her squeaking grew higher pitched as she pulled the ferret our of her trousers. "Bye." She tossed it away.

Just as she did so, Bolt emerged from the spot she threw it at. No wonder it went down her shirt. "Are you ok? I heard squeaking from here that wasn't yours." He pretended to worry.

"Very funny. Ferrets aren't normally that color."

"A purple ferret? That sounds ridiculous."

"I never said it was purple." Lillie smiled.

"Damn."

"We'll decide your punishment later. But for now...any other forms you can take."

"There is one, but I can't show you."

"If you aren't going to show me why mention it?"

"To make sure you knew."

"But if I didn't know it would stop me from wondering what it was."

"But it would be lying if I said I didn't."

"You've lied to me plenty of times before. Are you going to show me the form or not."

"No. It's too dangerous."

"So why did you bring it up?"

"Because...." Bolt desperately tried to change the subject. "What's that?" He gestured to something in Lillie's pocket. Something glowing.

"Uh...a pocket lamp?"

"Is it a wedding ring?"

"What? No. I'm not going to marry you."

"I'm flattered."

"It's not a wedding ring."

"Alright then, is it..." Bolt turned into Ferret Form and crawled up into Lillie's pocket, pushing whatever was in it out. He turned back and examined it. A key. A blue, glowing key. "That's weird. What kind of lock does that-"

Then he wasn't with Lillie. He wasn't where he was before. He was in some new world, the place the key unlocked, the Locked Room.