[Identity Replacement]

"I know you really, REALLY have come to like the idea of me being nice, but you gotta let go. Otherwise I'm gonna bite."

"But you're really, really nice like this, Kimiko!"

The black-suited assistant grit her teeth and let out what could best be described as a discouraging growl like an angry animal would. But because of her short size, it just made her that much more adorable. Combine that with the fact that her current position as one of the Forbidden Archive's various stories brought to life and made into assistants and she couldn't exactly do anything about the orange-haired artist currently clinging to her.

Pyra giggled as she gave Kimiko another tight hug, before letting go of her. Even with all of the bad things that Kimiko had done and how she had really managed to get under her skin while she was active, seeing the girl being this cute was doing something to the equally adorable artist. "So where is she anyway? She's still writing, right?"

"See for yourself."

The muddy-haired assistant rolled her eyes and clapped, the echo of her hands meeting causing the many bookcases around them to swivel around until they formed one straight path towards the big circular table that sat at the heart of the Forbidden Archive. Giving  Pyra a perfect passage towards the woman she had been hunting for.

"Thanks again, Kimiko! Tell Mikai I said hi!" Pyra chimed, pecking the adorable assistant on the cheek and leaving her flushed red in the process, unable to do much of anything except stammer and stutter out some level of frustration before the artist managed to get out of her range...

Now, why exactly was the artist in this writer's realm? Wouldn't be the first time she had been there, just a little hard to navigate due to the sheer amount of unmentionable smut that the writer made. But what specifically made her stop by..?

The answer came in the form of the bag hanging from her waist. A bag full of commissions, commissions! Indeed, of course the writer had once again requested her excellent skills and she was there to deliver all of them to the secret collection that the writer absolutely should post at some point. However, the writer was a lazy bum by her own words, which was why it was a secret collection.

Still, that was why Pyra was there. To deliver the latest batch of goods to the writer who she adored. And maybe even get her to show her a sneak peek at what was coming up in her favorite story. Maybe she'd see Kimiko mature into the cute assistant she was now? Nah, that couldn't be. Kimiko, and the equally adorable Mikai, were plucked from different points of the story so their character development didn't have as much time to settle. Leaving these versions different from the ones laid out on the pages themselves. So however Kimiko was going to mature was definitely different from the girl she had just spent a good minute hugging...

"Hatoooooo, are you awake?"

As she came over to the table, she tried to call out towards the writer. There was a very high chance that Hato was, in her own words, 'knocked the fuck out'. Because whenever she wasn't busy writing or otherwise spitballing fun ideas, she was sleeping her ass off. As expected from a woman who considered herself a monster of writing...

However, Hato wasn't there when she came over to the table. Usually, if Hato was sleeping, she'd be draped over this table to try and catch any form of shut-eye. It wasn't exactly a great way to catch any kind of sleep, but it's not like Hato had any real choice in the manner. She just got the sleep she could. Beds usually conquered her too hard by comparison...

The orange-haired artist pushed her glasses up slightly as she peeped around. Hard to make heads or tails of the Forbidden Archive given that it changed on a whim, as demonstrated by the way Kimiko was able to manipulate it with her authority as an assistant. And since she didn't have authority, she couldn't just make everything shift to make sure that Hato-

Pyra blinked a few times as she swore she picked up on a familiar sounding snore. Hold on, were her eyes playing tricks on her? There was a good chance they were, because as she approached the table a bit further, the snoring got louder. Still muffled though, as if she was... Aha!

"Found you!"

With one good tug, Pyra pulled away the illusion that kept her from seeing the sleepy writer. A massive invisibility cloak, covering up the entire table and the writer currently resting on it. It was a bit more elaborate than her usual attempts at staying invisible, but there was a good reason for it.

It was because there were tons and tons of little figurines surrounding the writer. Not just Hato's own creations turned into marketable figures she could make fights with, but also several other figures that seemed familiar to the artist. A lot of them being ones she had helped bring life to with her art...

"Zzz... Tokomi... Liara... Sylvia... Ehehe... Transplanting... ehehe... zzz..."

Didn't take a genius to realize that Hato had been having a ton of fun, because she was drooling on herself. And the many figures that she had been grabbing all seemed to have different states of wear and tear. She had her clear favorites, but she had been having so much fun just messing around...

It was almost so adorable that she didn't want to wake the writer up. Almost. But unfortunately, she couldn't just stay there and spend all day watching over the writer as she slept the day away being adorable. She had a doll she could do that to, and they were no doubt going to want her home as soon as possible given their recent special arrangement...

"Wakey wakey, Hato! Can't sleep all day, you've got mail!"

That was all it took for the albino writer to wake up, practically shooting up like a rocket at the sound of a visitor. Which promptly caused her excessive bust to slap her in the face and very nearly slam her back into unconsciousness. But she persevered, ending up with her face reddened by the impact instead.

"Oh. It's you, Pyra." Hato's explosive excitement promptly quelled, as she took on a much more calm happiness instead. "Great timing. I'm glad you came by with my commissions, but I actually needed you for a little something more than that."

Oh? What exactly could Hato need her for? Before she'd tell her, she took out the various commissions that she had been asked to make from her bag, smiling as she laid them out on the table in front of Hato...

Prompting the albino writer to try her best not to look at them for long. A difficult task, because these transplants she had ordered, converting the girls from the stories she loved into Jõtaider girls that were ready to fight against Mikai and co for the sake of the freedom they believed in... God, they were all so cool and so pretty.

It was so difficult that Pyra could see her eyes darting towards the collection every few seconds, even as she tried to focus on the artist. "You recall the design work I hired you for regarding Star Signers, right? The brainworm that consumed me for a few months that I probably want to work on once I get closer to finishing Jõtaider?"

"Mmhm. You were really happy with how all of them turned out. Do you want me to start working on the rest of the Dark Empire's generals to make them match our goodies? Maybe magical girl versions of each of the signers?" Pyra was ready to pick up the pen and get to work on a new batch of cutes. Whether it was literally a new batch or just a new side of the ones she had already done...

Hato bit her lip in response. The idea of seeing more evil baddies take form so she could start making their dolls kiss the heroic dolls and have fun just shipping them around in the mess that the setting was no doubt going to become... Incredibly, incredibly tantalizing. "N-No. No, that's not it. It's something much more important than just bringing them to life through your skills as an artist."

Every time that Hato complimented her like this, Pyra ended up blushing. No matter how many times she did it, every single compliment hit as powerfully as the last one. Causing her to squirm a little in delight. "W-What is it then? If it's not new art, then-"

Before Pyra had a chance to finish, she saw Hato pull an orange book out from her ever-expansive bust, before tossing it at the girl as it opened up to display a bunch of blank pages. An empty book- wait no hold on-

The moment it opened right in front of Pyra's face, the artist promptly got slurped up by the book. Her form twisting and turning until it almost looked like a piece of pasta before blasting onto the pages that were pulling her in, rapidly causing the pages to fill up with line upon line of writing...

Leaving Hato to close the book the moment her artist had been pulled in completely. She knew that if she were to open it again, she'd end up just being able to read the contents of Pyra's everything. And as much as she liked the girl, she wasn't just going to read everything when it was bare like that.

Instead, she stuck a homemade sticker on the front of the book. A sticker made from one of Pyra's other endeavors for her. Namely that of the Star Seizer, a villain planned for the game they were just discussing. A villain whose vibe explicitly was inspired by the artist herself. Just twisted into a villainous form, one more befitting of the solo villains that they had been enjoying in different shows and writing...

The book briefly started glowing in response to the sticker on the front of the book, trembling and squirming in response to the changes being made to it. Like Pyra's very essence, slurped up into the book, was being overwritten by one of her own creations. One that barely had enough to make it a character, but just enough to impose itself on her...

Until the book forced itself open once again, the many words that Pyra had been turned into spewing forth from the book. Each strand, every sentence, wrapping around itself again and again until the mass of words formed a much more human form. One that looked just like the sticker on the front of the book...

A soft pink jacket, a tight black top that left nothing to the imagination, and a fashionable skirt that complimented her knee-height black boots. All of it perfectly matching that soft yet smug look on her face, which was completed by the gold-rimmed shades that she wore...

This was her. The Star Seizer. Name still pending because this was one way that Hato was going to get further inspiration for the kind of villain that she was going to be. Especially since she had plans to give her a partner in crime...

"Mmmm..." The Star Seizer sensually groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, and found herself quite literally living. Despite being nothing more than a concept before, now she had a life to call her own. A life that allowed her to peer straight at one of her creators, with a questioning cock of her eyebrow at that...

"Don't mind me. I'm just observing." Hato chimed, waving softly towards her very own creation. And trying not to stare that much at her because the orange-haired villain was just as pretty if not prettier than she expected her to be. As expected from a woman that Pyra cooked up for her...

A soft smirk wormed its way onto the Star Seizer's lips as she came closer. "Observing? Me? You should know better, dear. I don't like being watched. I'm the one who does all the watching. Don't you know?" She chimed, gently cupping Hato's face as she spoke. Gently rubbing away at that beautiful face that had helped create her...

Hato could feel her body trembling in ways she didn't know were possible. And if she were to look down at her body, she might notice that it was gradually turning into amber. But it didn't matter. Because one look into those domineering eyes was all it took for the writer to just...

Ahhh... She shouldn't have implied that the Star Seizer had such a domineering presence. She was falling prey to her own creation. But wasn't that part of why she had brought her to life, to see how well she'd do as a test run?

Not that Hato could really allow herself to think like that. Because her body had already been completely and utterly swallowed by the amber that had spread across her. Leaving her to gasp one last time...

Before her face popped off, crystalizing into a beautiful ring just then and there. A ring that rapidly shrunk until it was small enough for the Star Seizer to wear like the jewelry it was meant to be. Barely able to see Hato's delighted expression reflected in the gemstone embedded in the ring...

Star Seizer laughed softly as she gazed one last time towards the amber-hued minion that would be perfect for any of the rings she could make, if she was so keen on swapping around identities. But no, right now, she was more than happy to admire her creator's new form. A form that fit her much more, one where she would always be kept nice and shiny by her own creation...

"Miss Hato! I finished cleaning the Natura section! I found a... spider..?"

A sandy blonde girl ran towards the Star Seizer, prompting her to grin a little more. What an adorable girl. A girl who was already falling victim to her womanly charms at that...

Another piece to add to her collection. And from there, perhaps she'd engage in figuring out the many stories around her, so that she could gather many, many more...

All while the girl who made her remained peacefully asleep inside her, the secret dominant juices fueling the story that was Star Seizer's very essence to make her the best she could be...

Just as Hato hoped, even if she had underestimated it all...