Mahasorena screamed at the top of her lungs, if she had any. On the monitor that she was using to watch Titania numerous windows showing errors and warnings of invading viruses on her computer. Each one with glaring colors to gain anyone's attention to the problem. Bells and whistles were coming out speakers, making it more obvious of the gravity of the situation.
She banged the desk that she was sitting at with her fist, almost breaking it. She cleared all of the notifications that were appearing on her monitor and prevented others from popping up. She was red with embarrassment, even though no one saw her or made fun of her.
"LITHALE!" She shouted. In a quick moment, she deduced that this was the person who was responsible for doing such a thing. He was the only on that she told about the worlds she created or that she was transmigrated someone. And with the ability to watch the world, it would be difficult but not impossible for him forcibly get in just off of that.
She grabbed the landline that was on her desked on punched numbers on the phone. The phone droned on for a short moment. In that time she grated her teeth and clenched her jaw tight enough to crack a walnut. She was furious beyond all means. It was taboo for creators to invade worlds that they didn't create without the original creator's permission, it was considered a privilege between friends to even have access to see the worlds. Naturally due to the laws around world creating and the responsibility of a Creator to have a certain amount of worlds they would keep a close eye on them. Most Creators would install a form of security that would prevent other creators from meddling. Seeing that whoever entered their world so brazenly showed that they were either extremely powerful or knew the creator of the world very well.
Finally Lithale picked up the phone. Before Lithale could welcome the call. "YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!" She shouted into the phone, "DID YOU FUCK WITH MY WORLD?!" She was foaming at the mouth with rage that would make animals with rabies intimidated. She had every right to be.
When Lithale heard this his knees buckled, but he quickly recovered himself. Many thought went through his heads. How could she accuse him, a life-long friend of his of such a heinous action? He knew that wasn't the one who would do such thing. Also no one knew of the world that the human got transmigrated to. Except... 'Fuck' He thought to himself.
"No," Lithale said meekly, he let out a sigh, either way he was screwed but he was honest with himself and with others, "But I think I know who did." He didn't say any more as he knew that he mentioned the exact name then he would be in a world of trouble and they both knew who he meant.
"Ahhh shit," She grumbled to herself. She slammed the phone back onto the landline without saying goodbye, Lithale understood her reaction.
"That earthquake," She grumbled to herself through her teeth as she left the room. She made sure to close off the room and keep it well hidden. "Thankfully I created the fucking security system, if I hadn't then I would thought that it would be a regular earthquake." As she left through the mirror, she shut the mirror and made sure that it returned to its original form. She stopped and looked in the mirror. Seeing that the clothes and hair she was wearing were a mess. Her shirt has been wrinkled and her hair a mess. She quickly waved her hand, now appearing well dressed and well taken care of. She snapped her fingers and a crack appeared, leaking ethereal miasma as before. She widen the crack, much more than needed but she was enraged and stepped in. Leaving the current plane of existence. The crack hovered in the air longer than last time, shivering as though it was crying to itself before sealing itself.
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"Today marks the fifth day of our non-stop dance marathon! Come with me to see the dance floor to see how they are doing! The last couple standing at the end of this extravaganza win ONE MILLION DOLLARS!" The Tv host said letting out a classic host laugh to put those who were watching at ease. He stood in front of a television camera frozen in place, his smile as well. The bright studio lights shined on him from above, not allowing a single shadow to be present on his face because the producers believe that it made anyone look older than they were. The light warmed his body until his formal suite, a drop of sweat starting to form on the side of his head, hopefully out of sight from the camera. After a moment he saw a red light appear above the camera. He shoulders quickly dropped and relaxed, his smile fell off his face. He quickly left and headed towards the dance floor.
On the dance floor made from polished hard wood many dancing couples could be seen traveling across in the tempo of the music. They all wore elaborate clothing with frivolously extravagant hairstyles. They were man leading women and women leading men, all in their unique styles to the tempo. All performing graciously for the camera as people and businesses are watching closely. All desperate for that cash prize.
At the center of this dance floor is elevated platform high enough to see all of the dancers. A band of musicians could be seen. They played metal trumpets, drums, clarinets, and various instruments, their sounds filling the dancing hall. Thin metal pipe fencing prevented people from falling of it. From the platform the host could be see traveling between the dancers, heading the platform. A stage hand sees the host quickly traveling and begins to set up a mic stand.
When the host finally got to the platform he straighten out his shirt and removed whatever sweat was appearing on his face with a handkerchief, staining it with makeup foundation. The stage hand quickly came up to him with a makeup kit to reduce the shiny reflection on him created from sweating and quickly powdered his face.
A cameraman sends a signal to the platform a minute before they shift their camera's focus onto the host. He gives a thumps up to the cameraman to show that he got the signal and quickly shoos away the stage hand. He tucks in his shirt and fixes his collar, he didn't need to do this he was just cautious. The light turns green.
"Hello everyone, it is me! Your ever present host of this lovely dance marathon! Let us see how everyone is doing." The camera quickly pans around the room, showing the audience that everyone is appears to enjoy themselves. "It appears that the Stein couple has collapsed! They are automatically out of the marathon! The brother and sister duo still remaining strong!," The host talked loudly into the mic stand, trying to keep the audience attention by switching subjects rapidly. Soon, the light about the camera turns yellow, warning that the camera will change focus soon as that whoever is speaking should wrap it up. The host smiles harder, "Now our wonderful audience at home, you like what you see. Pick a lovely couple to sponsor and they will mention you on their back. Keep watching folks things will only get better from here! Me? I'll stay up here with our lovely band!" The camera light turns red, signaling that the feed is cut off from the camera.
The host lets out a deep out a deep sigh and takes out the stained handkerchief and cleans whatever sweat has appeared on the back of his neck. He walks to the edge of the platforms and leans ledge, supporting himself with the metal pipes that worked as a fence. He gazes at the endless amount of dances moving in rhythm to the music blaring right behind him.
He soon catches the eye of a dancer who was leading a man, who seemed on the verge of collapsing at any moment. She had pearls clinging tightly to neck and another set on her ears. Her dress clung tightly to her body but the fabric covered much it. Her hair cut short, barely grazing her shoulders.
She lets out a small wink and a smile with her bright, red lips at the host. He nervously swallows the spit in his mouth.
Outside of the place where the dance marathon a crack appeared in the air, leaking ethereal miasma, soon two hands came out of it and stretched it, big enough for a person to walk out. Soon came Mahasorena and she walks where there is loud music playing.