Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Beast
"No. No, no, no. It’s just a book. I’m just tired. Characters don't... they don't look at the thumbprints."
She grabbed a paper towel from her desk and reached down to wipe us up.
"Stay back!" I tried to yell, but I didn't have a mouth. I was just a vibration in the ink.
The paper towel touched the edge of my "Body."
It didn't wipe me away.
Instead, the white paper towel began to turn violet.
The "Origin" power wasn't a simulation. It was **Corruption**.
The violet color raced up the paper towel, touching the girl's fingers. She shrieked as her own skin began to glow with a faint, purple light.