[center][b]Styx & Ramsey[/b] [/center]
This machine. This awful, brilliant machine. I'd been going through the phases all must go through when working with a new tool. Frustration. Fury. Fascination. Renewed hate for humanity. Another flashing image manifested its way onto the screen. I'd been selected out of a million to receive a vacation. I didn't want one. Closing it only opened seven more windows.

I reset the machine. It buzzed and whirred back into something of stability. I opened a browser. So far as I was concerned, I could type anything in sequence and get an answer. Following on that logic, that terrible, terrible logic, I typed: Books of Unimaginable Power Who's Opening Would Signify The End Times.

The results piled in like rats to a Rat King. Amongst them was a 'link' which lead to a 'forum' which was discussing 'deep net'. After some time I was able to acquire a 'program' that could go to the deep net -the title sounded ominous enough to find what I sought- I loaded a 'forum'. Squeezed among the links with topics such as “arcane rituals” and “recruiting magi superior” was a single banner nestled nestled above all. It was void, edges wretched with brambles. I ignored this, moving to the section detailing artifacts. Evidently there was a historical museum that held a very old, hoary tome. It was written in an unknown tongue and had perplexed scholars of its point of origin for decades. This seemed reasonable enough.

 Oddly, the same brambled ad was on this page as well. When I squinted, something...something seemed to be pressing against the void. Ignoring this, I closed the browser.
Seconds before stepping out the door into the earthly light, I realized my raiment's weren't suited to this plane of existence. Going back to the room with the computer, there was something strange. Normally the monitor had less void. From this distance, I could make out a face. It was another window that had opened itself. With some annoyance I closed the thing and searched around for more earthly garments.

Hoods were a necessity. This computer did not disappoint. I decided on bringing the infernal device with me on the way out of this plane.
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Styx left the room. As the door closed, the computers screen flashed to void. Moving towards the kitchen, she spoke in a matter of fact tone to Ramsey, "I need earthly clothing. My devilish features I don't think will be...appreciated, today."
Ramsey was checking what remained in the fridge, nothing but a pickle jar and some vegetables."Damnit! Really the food it, it's all trash! The perishables left out, the milk ruined. At least there's a can of beer." He said as he picked it up only for it to have a hole in the bottom.."Fuck!"
Styx walked in, and spoke almost demandingly, that she needs new clothes. "Yeah? What now you wanna go shopping? Typical woman. So don't got a purse to match your outfit?" He said sarcastically. 

Thinking it over, Styx replied, "A coin purse? I don't see how that would be a problem." ignoring the other terminology as being less than important. That and she hadn't the energy to get any madder than she had earlier. It took hours to build up enough spite for a truly vile outrage. 
"A what? Nevermind. I'm going to assume you didn't get that remark. Hmm." He said getting a few ideas in his head. "So what did you mean then like something to cover up?"
"This." she said, moving her pointed grey tail around much like an extremely angry cat or very happy dog. "Is a problem." She pointed to her horns. "Also these."
"Yeah, I see where you're going, so what did you have in mind, something like a long coat?"
"That sounds fine. I don't know what's worn in this century. Librariums tend to be slightly behind the times. Something about time relativity..." she held a hand to her forehead. "Heads spinning even thinking about it. They actually told me not to think about it or my mind would melt on the way up."

" I think they were just messing with ya, right. Well some idiot ruined all the food, so I'll be heading out, leave food out like that again and I'll rip your tail out!" He said as he got ready to leave. It took him a few hours, first he hit the mall, looking for some clothing that'd cover horns and a tail, a long coat and a knit hat for cold days, and a pink hoodie that had 'my little angel' on it, just for laughs. He picked another one just in case. 

After picking up more food again. He turned the key and opened the door back to the apartment. He walked through the apartment, and tossed her the bag of clothes."Picked something large, don't complain. Now I'm fixing lunch don't bother me!"

Styx caught the bag, rolled off the couch and proceed back to the computer room. The room seemed...darker somehow. Also she didn't remember the monitor actually being covered in a pallid face set in the midst of void. Ignoring this, she pulled out the pink hoodie. Flipping it round once, she acknowledged the "my little angel" part in silence. The color was a little...bright, but she didn't see why she couldn't wear it. Other than it was terrible.

Eventually managing to slip into the jeans (slipping her tail through the belt loops), wore the coat over the hoodie, and managed to somehow snug the hat over her horns in a way that wouldn't be immediately odd. The monitor buzzed. Glancing over, it seemed...that a hand had met the screen as well. The glass heaved and warped. It took her a moment to realize that it wasn't an effect.

Leaving the room, she slammed the door shut and announced louder than usual, "Never open this door."

Ramsey had just made a sandwich, with plenty of mayo, dripping in fact. As he bit down into it. As Styx slammed the door leading to the computer room, well it was more like a second room, than just for computers. As she loudly announced 'Never open this door' Ramsey walked over still eating his sandwich. "Mumm, Why!? Break something? Again?"
Her black heart pounding, she said quickly, "It's something...a entity has dragged its way into that room. Don't open the door. Don't invite it in. I don't know what it is yet."
Ramsey just took another bite out of his sandwich."Mhmm, soo opening it is bad? What if I do, can't I just beat it up? Perhaps let it listen to the Bieber kid, that wards off anything, even politicians."
"I doubt it. Seems incorporeal. Maybe a curse, maybe not. It came from the computer so I'm assuming yes to curse."
Ramsey laughed."RIGHT? Probably still hungover. Seeing things, well not my problem." Ramsey said as he walked off, not caring about what she may have seen.

Styx muttered something about Ramsey being a husk by the time she got back and opened the door to the outside world, blinded by the disorienting white light that was the Sun. She pulled the hood over her knit capped head, which helped her feel much less blind. Strolling down the stairs, she realized that the city was very...dull. You'd think mankind would have left a few statues here and there.