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The inevitable body swap episode

during the night time in the cube, chatsworth and shadow collector just got done with watching another deity vapor movie. Them in a vivid discussion about how these movies slowly degrade with quality in each installment

shadow collector: are we playing spot the difference chatterbox? Because i'm losing at this game *scatches his head*

chatsworth: *he passionately points towards the screen* you just dont get it shade! You can CLEARLY tell they stop using puppets and use this cheap thing call 'cgi'-

a bust down from the door, frostlight returned from yet voyage from saint fuljore. Looking more drained than ever. He raises his voice ever so slightly to ctach chatsworth's attention to a matter

frostlight: ...listen well and clear mate, with no offence whatsoever...You have to go back to hunting with me

chatsworth: come on why? Me and the kid were having a grand ol time with these cheap cgi garbage-

frostlight: the boss's punishment for you lacking is taxing the rewards

chatsworth: *he lowers his pointer finger* ok that bad

chatsworth and frostlight come to the table, sitting on chairs to discuss what to do next. While it would have been simple, the other factor being shadow collector is now apart of their lives. They cant just leave him by his lonesome or they want a repeat of what happened in the white room. Shadow collector does overhear the 2 talking whilse intensely looking at the TV. A little saddened by the idea that his favorite person ever wont be around much but in some ways, aware of the flaw that he is a very needy child. Staring at the TV to ignore them
the discussion ended with the duo at a unsure understanding that chatsworth needs to go back to work tomorrow. One of them turned off the tv, settling to sleep on the same couch. Shadow collector gracefully fell on the duo and becomes a blanket for them
In the middle of the night while the trio was fast asleep, chatsworth enveloped in a dream. Him waking up on a desk, poking behind him is a orange blurred face looking at him before pulling his arm and going through many uncranny scenery such as a dark forest. Feeling small all over again like he regressed. Chatsworth tries to find the blurred figure but something green caught his attention. From a cave emittinng wavering spikes, he went to investigate by touching the entrance. Somehow the entrance 'stabilize' his dream self like he woke up. Traveling deeper to see the similar ship filled with toys and the floating sphere still here. Collector sitting on it, contemplating in his head before hearing footsteps of chatsworth. Turning his head around

shadow collector: hello again dad! What brings you here tonight? *shuffling his body across the waters of the realms inbetween to get up on chatsworth's face*

chatsworth: a...*still in the state of being unconsious*...random chance? I cant recall the last few seconds...

shadow collector: that how dreams are! Your supposed to drop them in the waters of your mind like repressed memories...anyways! I have something that YOU wont definitely drop in the water!

chatsworth: what kind of genius machinations did you come up with? Something about growing as big as the deity vapor?

shadow collector: something much more ambitious that requires something you said about those films...'stepping out of one's comfort zone'? Was it? As in i want to YOUR experience of being alive! *points comically at chatsworth's face*

chatsworth: *squats his mouth at the idea*...why would i do that?

shadow collector: i have been longing..yearning even! For so long for this day...! Oh sure i can definitely feel the heat of that cube guy's stinky breath but it just does NOT scratch the same itch when i was full! I wanna breath air, i wanna walk, i want to... Be alive, for just one day... I promise! Pinky swear!

chatsworth: okay be completely frank with me, there's side effects right?

shadow collector: *enlarges his pinky finger* I swear to whatever god and across the realms rivers, YOU will get back your blue flesh and yes, in exchange your like me but it isn't any worse than breathing. And, and! I will carry you on me like you did with me! So... Shake my hand, and it will be undone in 24 hours TOPS *wagging the palm in anticipation

chatsworth *lets out a deep exhale*..you have my trust..s-..son..

a greater light shined within the dream as their hands touch

resting on the couch still, frostlight snoring but the blanket's face is vacant. Chatsworth's body lifts itself. Straggering to it's feet and the arms limp, making it way to the kitchen. Gripping multiple objects along the way, pulling then pushing. It takes interest in the shining pan reflecting light from the open roof. Nearly smacking itself...before seeing it own face marred by purple split down the face then cracking a possible smile. Golden eyes looking right back
as the first hints of dawn cycles in, it made distinguished shadows and such one, much more human in shape. Waking his eyes and seeing himself away from what he thought where he slept but he cant feel his arms, then his legs being a long line connecting to his...body! It was moving on it own. The face that was once his, added a purple half and someone in there in clear glee. His business minded head should've known this would happen and the shadow child gave him a clear warning but this is the first he taken a deal with a immatured being. Gods know how bad this could get with the collector in his body. Swinging the arms like toys

collector?: ohohoooo...This is the life! *moving and bending the fingers of his palm* and legs! I almost forgetten how even gravity worked-

frostlight fusses more in his sleep. Trying to pull himself out of slumber. Collector or chatsworth? Maybe it easier to go by collectworth. Alarmed, he tucks in the white strands of his hair underneath the cap. Paints over the purple side of the face with a simple hand over to blend in more

collectworth: okay okay okay *whispering*...remember what he calls cube dad..pal, pal, buddy...

frostlight: *clutches his eyes*..Morning...aah..

collectworth: *aligning the back of the body to seem super fine* HEEeeeey! What good buddy...old pal! *swings the arms in a L shape to show a normal amount of joy being awake*

frostlight went ahead with a haggard posture. Scarily getting close to collectworth before he starts up the stove. Giving the time for collectworth to get the backpack, crashing the relic room and dragging the shadow of chatsworth with him. Zipping the bag open to get the moon tablet and moving it around

collectworth: um dad? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!?

shadow chats: *he let himself float on the walls, unsure how to control the gravity of being a flat being with no legs

collectworth: DAD! *shaking the moon tablet violently to get anything out of the shadow*

shadow chats: AH ah AH! Yes yes i am aware! And it completely left my mind that...you have a job shade. A job that i'm...afraid if you can do it in concerns for you and...me since...it my dang body!

collectworth: HAHAha! You always look like a bum to me so i dont know-

frostlight's voices cut to the relic room, simply asking who chatsworth is talking about. Collectworth makes a excuse on the spot, frostlight didnt mind. After trying to eat breakfast with finers again, collectworth almost left the house in enthusiasm for adventures

frostlight: hey chatsworth, the trident, you almost left without it

collectworth: ah yes! My tool of...combat! *he wraps his arm around the trident instead of using his hand*

frostlight:...i am uncertain if your more burned out than me somehow...Maybe those cheap ass movies ate your brain

collectworth: certainly that what happened! Come on let go to do this quest!

leading the charge to the market with a raised arm, frostlight can only think chatsworth is really bent on sarcasm more than usual

though this isn't the child's first ever visit to the multiversal market but he can fully witness the sites himself. Twisting and turning his head to see EVERYTHING and it little corners. Blinded in astonishment to the point the other populace here leave from the remote gaze, so absorb in the sights that a blue, red, whit flat nose truck on the road nealt flatten collectworth but with a strong grip from frostlight that prevented such a accident but the suspicion in him increases

frostlight: what are you doing!? Are you possessed by a deer demon!? *his beyond the glasses pierces through collector's soul like he could see who is actually patrolling chatsworth's body*

collectworth can only give a whimpy shake before frostlight shakes off his brief anger at 'chatsworth' stupidy. Frostlight entered the hunting offices first while collectworth scans the whole building in it modest size for being his dad's job. Once inside and seated, saint fuljore slides in the office to talk to his 2 employees again

saint fuljore: good to see you two back together! Chatsworth how are you doing after the incident?

collectworth: *puckering his lips in what to say in response*...i...i was trapped in a...byperbolic time chamber that what up!

frostlight couldn't make himself care since he is eyeing his axe for what saint fuljore asks, more of chatsworth being "tired". The boss man urged for details

collectworth: hahaaa...tricky thing i BARELY remember what transpired so cub- i mean frostlight buddy can cover me? *frostlight barely shares a glance with him* yeah he right! He just..too scared to talk about it all! (persistent old geezer...)

despite how much collectworth was moving in his seat, saint fuljore doesnt press further and began the statement of the mission being...

saint fuljore:...To locating the lost treasures of the darkage ninja, hioki tazumi! A heroic figure in his clan who vanished during the battle with the korblox empire. Some whispers say what left of him, the gears, are residing inside of a stronghole in the coldest parts of the multiverse, so i'll equip you two with heaters in order to withstand the harsh environment

frostlight picked up his no problem but collectworth stumbles a little in holding such a heavy thing where saint fuljore helps a little, maybe under the assumption chatsworth is still recovering from his rest

the frontiers of the frostbitten wilderness welcomes the two weary travelers. Frostlight carrying his radiator, primarily trudging through the snowing downpour with collectworth wrapping his arms constantly, frigging as frostlight turns his eyes back and forth if chatsworth is with him. In the middle point of the journey, they stop by a cave, using it as shelter to cover themselves from a incoming blizzard. Frostlight starts a fire inside with his radiator. Meanwhile collectworth goes deeper into the cave to talk to his dad more about what the hell is this mission about

collectworth: *setting himself a comfortable spot in the cave. Opening the backpack to let out shadow chatsworth*...dad what kind of death defying is this!? That old geezer trying to set you up?!

chatsworth: this is the day in the life of me! What you expect it to be easy? That i'm a slacker? *giving a smug face*

collectworth: this is too hard! Can we switch back to ourselves?

shadow chatsworth: hang on didnt you state the contract something like...*taps his finger*..24 hours tops? You know i thought this would suck but this feels like a extended vocation! *he sways like being in a hammock*

collectworth: AAUUghhh!

from over the cave, frostlight calls out who chatsworth is talking to

collectworth: it my best buddy ol p- pal me- collector! Who else would be it!? *stuffing back the moon tablet in the bag

frostlight: wait that kid been with us? Chatsworth are you certainly fine with this? Sure the shadow shows us what he can do-

collectworth: COLLECTOR IS A PERFECTLY CAPABLE CANDIATE TO DO ADVENTURES WITH! I- I MEAN HE IS POWERFUL THAN ALL OF US!

silence dropped between them. Before frostlight shrugs it off, saying they will be heading out again once the blizzard passes. Collectworth groans heavily

another large trek on heavy snow. Collectworth wanted to faint so frostlight can carry him but his eyes sees a towering structure ahead before frostlight pulls him in to a tree

frostlight: taget in sight but guarded up the walls...plan here is that you do whatever you can to upset the horde outside, i climb up this tree, spread my wings and grippled to the sides of that tower and i will scout the treasure by myself. Just be sure you still have your skin on- Oi wake up! *collectworth's mind went to rest but frostlight abruptly shakes him*

collectworth: AHH! Can you blame me it be nothing white for eyes! How you expect to follow along-

frostlight: perfect *hew throws out collectworth out the tree. Sending him for a guard to see*

korblox soldier: you. Identify yourself before preceding

collectworth: uhhh... *brings out his trident and stabs the bonewalker in the ribcage* does this qualify?

every outpost soldier: he attack one of our men, GET HIM!

collectworth ran with the chicken in him as the skeleton stampede towards him. Frostlight seeks the chance with the clearing, quickly climbing the tall tree, preparing to leap and glide onto the walls of the tower. Tense with the strong winds of the cold pushing against him but these wings weren't made out of steel for nothing. Landing axe first to the sides

clambering to one of the balconies, frostlight tries to eavesdrop from chatter but the halls were empty. He wasnt going to waste such a good opportunity like this but not going fully lackadaisical. Checking corners, halls, doors and exits. After sufficient investigating and looking back at the provided details about the treasure chest, in one of the cellers radianting a purple glow, he found it. Chopping down the gates, he looks behind one last time if anyone was passing but strangely nobody. He drops and picks up the chest on the way back up to not get ambushed but yet again, no one. Reaching the surface when he should be expecting a rush of guards....there are plushies which somehow didnt ease frostlight's nerves. Soft bones and armours, no malice behind those eyes at least
frostlight takes his steps with upmost caution. There were more scattered plushies and wooden dolls, broken down and the walls decorated about, streamers of pinks and yellows, stars, hearts, moons, suns adored everywhere, the skepticism popping through the roof. Instead of originally going to the exit, frostlight detours along the fallen doll bodies, to hear something swishing like magic. Creeping behind a wall he sees...

collectworth: WORTHLESS UNDEAD! NEVER LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY!

a aura of floating debris swirls around "chatsworth", having white strands stick out of his cap and one half of the face turned a deep purple. Eyes wide in bright yellows and reds, grilling the remains of korblox soldiers before transforming them into plushies or dolls, that explains the cause of this. Frostlight prepares his axe and puts the chest away from potential damages. While collectworth was blinded in anger, frostlight swoops right on top collectworth. Putting his axe on the noggin

collectworth: AAAH! STOP! STOOOP! *using a form of psychic powers, he grasps frostlight with a free hand, pinning him in the air but he doesnt squash frostlight*

collectworth: C- cube d- dad! This isnt what it looks like!

frostlight: i am pretty sure i cleaned my visors this morning

collectworth: *trying to put distance between himself and frostlight aiming for attack* listen! Looong story short me and blue dad made a consentual deal where i have his body for free before time is up which is exactly 24 hours TOPS and...

collectworth rambles on and on as a excessive apology for the way he acted and lied right up to frostlight's face which is stone faced but not in shocked, quite the opposite

frostlight: my intuition on point as always

collectworth: DUDE IF YOU KNEW ALL ALONG WHY DID YOU PLAY ALONG!?

frostlight: because you still have the tendecy to widely harm others and i wouldn't want to risk my safety if i called you out

that unexpectedly calmed and deflated collectworth more than it should. Ending the chaos in the outpost with the treasure chest with no issues. In the office, collectworth is dejected with staring at the floor while saint fuljore gave the transcation to frostlight

with night overlooking the cube, collectworth just stared while frostlight was asleep beside him. Thinking the many events of the day before his eyes drooped. Ending up back in the same jagged realms. Chatsworth was relaxing atop of the sphere

chatsworth: sooo was it fun?

shadow collector: AAaaah! I cant take it!? It too much out there! I hate being the one to fight! JUST shake my hand already! *already the hand shake with the open palm*

chatsworth: *jumping down from the sphere with floaty physics* oh come on, i can see it in you shade

shadow collector: you are jestering? No i cant be apart of your world if i cant...survive on my own...or

chatsworth: you just need experience, resilence and other stuff but the most important thing, your with me! Really!

shadow collector:...even after what..cube dad said?

chatsworth: *he looks away from collector mentioning that*...i know you can do it...

shadow collector stayed quiet for a bit. Thinking on it but still, his hand out reached

chatsworth: it okay to take your time on it...

they both shake hands, making a flash of light within chatsworth's eyes. The white stands receeds back, the blue fills back half his face in the waking world. Once the deal was over, chatsworth was going to go back to dreaming but he looks at collector. Really trusting that he can be good before sleeping for the rest of the night