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Ecolo was wandering the forest one day with nothing to do. He was bored that day and was trying to think of something…he could flood Primp with puyos, but the kids would probably fwart that plan in a few hours. He could wreck the Oshare Shop, but Oshare might have fulfilled his promise to put up protection charms around it by now. He could play super hero with that bird, but he did that last week…hmm. What to do?
It was then that Ecolo saw something familiar…Amitie’s house. Maybe she was home? And if not, Ecolo was sure he could find something fun to do there, so he phased through the door and teleported inside. “Honey! I’m HOOMMMEEEE!” Ecolo yelled, only to get no reply. “Figures. So, what should I do in her-” Ecolo was caught off guard when he felt something from inside the drawer of Amitie’s pastel vanity desk. He floated over to the drawer he could sense it from and found, among the usual make up which Amitie occasionally wore to her shows and the things Amitie used on her hair, a small black compact with the face of a cat on it. The space blob picked it up and was surprised at how sturdy it felt; he knew that such sturdy beauty products existed in the tetris world but given the style and how it felt so…supernatural, it probably wasn’t from there.
As Ecolo continued to hold it for a moment he began to feel a bit less restless than before…maybe he should just give up the mischief for the day. Maybe he should just get the other bosses together and go sho-
Ecolo put the compact down after that thought…yep, this was magic alright. But what to do now? That’s when he got a burst of inspiration. Holding his hands together, he formed a ball of concentrated energy, and threw it on top of the compact. The compact glowed with light for a bit before going back to normal. The perfect crime…now, he waits.
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“Thanks again for letting me look at your fashion magazines, Ringo.” Amitie said, happily laying on her back as she read through the magazine.
“It’s alright. I honestly don’t read them that much anyways.” Ringo replied.
“Why did you want to look at those anyways?” asked Draco.
“Well, I’m wanting to visit another town in a while and it’s fashion week there, so I wanted to go looking really stylish, so I’m looking at these for inspiration.” Amitie said, putting her face back into the magazine only to be surprised when Ringo moved it away from her face so that the girl could see her.
“Hey Amitie? Are you sure you don’t want us to give you some advice too?” Ringo said.
“Hu? Why are you asking that?” Amitie asked.
“It’s just that you aren’t exactly the most fashion forward person here.”
“Um, Ringo…” Draco tried to say, only for Amitie to speak up first.
“What? Get real! What are you talking about?”
“Well remember the beauty pageant? Where you wore that ridiculous outfit that didn’t even fit you right? And the makeup that made you look like the start for a comedy skit? And the bow that was WAY too much?”
“B-but your makeup was funny too! At least I tried to stick to a traditional pageant look!”
“Girls?” Draco said.
“Well even so, at least my outfit was beautiful! It was certainly leagues above yours! And considering you didn’t win, it might be best for a second opinion for the matter.”
“Second opin-”
“Girls!” Draco butted in. “Can’t we save this kind of talk for a-”
“Is it so hard to believe that I could come up with a cute outfit on my own? Is that what you think? Well then take your magazines!” Amitie threw them at Ringo, causing the girl to wince.
“Wha-Hey!”
But before either of them knew it…Amitie was gone.
“I was gonna say…” Draco said, looking concerned. “It might be best to save that kind of talk for an actual pageant.”
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Amitie slammed the door shut behind herself. She fell back against it and let herself slip down to the floor, hands in her face as she groaned in annoyance. She then ran over to her bed and grabbed her diary off the nightstand.
Dear Diary,
You don’t think my sense of style is weird? Do you? Because Ringo sure seems to. She just HAD to bring up the beauty pageant which is really weird because EVERYONE ELSE looked ridiculous too…including HER! At least I had the right idea…or am I just that bad at fashion? Is it that I can’t make anything work out on my own…I mean I know Oshare always tells me that my hat looks ridiculous…what if everyone just hates my outfit but never says anything…oh if only I had a way to-
Wait. The Magical Cat Compact! She looked over at her vanity dresser and saw it on the table. She grabbed it instantly, already feeling its effects. Yes, she’d use this to put together her outfit! That should show them! So she opened the compact up and pressed the button, making the powder puff form in her hands. She quickly applied the blush on her cheeks and stood there as she waited for the wings to sprout out, only to feel a sharp pain running through her body. Her legs began shaking and she clung to her body as a strange light surrounded her body, feeling a sensation in her teeth and her head as she fell to the floor, screaming in agony as the wings finally flew out.
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The next day, Arle was showing Ringo around Primp’s new market place. While the chances of getting trapped in Primp again were pretty slim, it was always better to be safe than sorry, plus Ringo enjoyed exploring such places so either way she wins. In any case the girls were still looking around when they saw Amitie, walking through the streets in a very familiar attire.
“Oh…” Arle said. “Looks like Amitie decided to use that compact again…” she said, trying to look away from it.
“Yeah…” Ringo said, looking at the ground. “...I think that might be my fault actually.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, yesterday Amitie was borrowing some fashion magazines I had for something in another town and because of her cosmetics disaster in the pageant I wanted her to get our advice but then we argued about what happened that day and I think she decided to use the compact again to feel fashionable or something…”
“Um…you think maybe you should go talk to her…”
“Yeah, I should probably go do that. Come on, let’s go.” Ringo said, grabbing Arle’s hand.
“Hu? Wait a minute! Who said anything about me?”
Ringo swiftly made her way over to Amitie, and pulled her out of the crowd so they could have at least some privacy.
“Ah.” Amitie yelped. “Hey, why did you…Ringo?”
“Yeah, hi Amitie.” Ringo said. “I just wanted to so that I-” Arle tapped on Ringo’s shoulder and pointed at Amitie herself. The girl was silent.
Amitie looked…different. Sure, Amitie always looked different after using the compact, with her changing clothes, weaning make up and let’s not forget, growing bat wings of all things, but…her skin was very pale, and probably not due to make up given Amitie’s stance of the makeup worn my Maikos. In addition, when Amitie opened her mouth to speak, you could see some sharper than normal teeth. In addition, there was something even more off about Amitie than usual when she used the compact. It always felt different when transforming but now everything just feels so…off.
“Say what?” Amitie asked, slinging her parasol over her shoulder. “That you regret insulting my style now that I’m stylish again?” she asked, spinning the parasol and giving Ringo a smirk.
“Amitie? Are you okay?” Alre asked, shrinking away a bit.
“Of course I am. I’m perfect!” Amitie said, flipping her hair.
“But Amitie…you look so…different?” Ringo remarked.
“So? You wanted me to be different didn’t you?” Amitie asked.
“But Amitie…you look really pale.”
“So? You made yourself look pale for that Maiko outfit didn’t you?”
“Yeah but I did that with makeup! You obviously didn’t!”
“I’m just a natural beauty! Deal with it!”
“Amitie, whatever’s going on it’s not natural. It’s probably supernatural at best. Please just tell us-” Arle said, only for Amitie to cut her off.
“I don’t get it! You never liked how I dressed, but now that I’ve changed, why are you both still complaining?”
“We are NOT complaining!” Ringo shoughted. “We just-”
“And it isn’t just this time either. You hated how I looked the first time I used the compact too!”
“It’s not that!” said Arle. “We-”
“Can’t you just be happy for me now that I’m beautiful?!”
“...Ami-” but Ringo couldn’t say anything else, as a thick pink mist appeared around the area…mist that the girls remembered from Amitie’s Imminent Fever spell from that form. When the mist settled, the girls stood alone, concerned for their dear friend.
‘Amitie…’ Ringo thought to herself.