Phasma's eyes slowly blinked open as he laid with his arms wrapped around Thorax. Sure, people would probably wonder where he was, but if he could sneak his way outside of the room without being caught, there wouldn't be a problem. His eyes instantly widened when he saw what he was curled up against however. His arms were wrapped around something green and sparkly. And not the normal changeling green, a limeish green. He instantly shot up, staring down at... whatever it was.

This prompted the... creature, to sit up as well, turning to stare at him with a pair of purple compound eyes.

It looked vaguely like a changeling only... wrong. It was way taller, taller than even Chrysalis with a pair of orange mandible-shaped antlers emerging from his head. Its carapace slowly turned orange as it slid down his chest, coming to an end at a trio of three... pearls of some kind. A deep green mid-drift was joined with a purple ladybug like elytra, and four lime green legs. Perhaps the worst part in Phasma's mind - for some reason - was the bug wing that emerged where a tail should be. The sight of that minor thing almost made him recoil in disgust.

"P... Phasma?" The creature said in a voice that he immediately recognized.

"T-Thorax?" Phasma gasped, his jaw dropping in shock. He shot a hoof out, and pointed directly at the other bug's chest. "What happened to you?!?"

"What happened to me?" Thorax asked, in a similar state of shock. "What happened to you?!?"

"What do you..." Phasma trailed off when he looked down at his hoof. He noticed it wasn't black. Now it was a deep blue. He panicked for a moment, turning his gaze upwards. A pair of deep orange antlers emerged from the sides of his head. A single thought burned through his head.

'Fuck.'

Author's Note

This chapter only exists to punish you, I hope you realize.