In a house in the middle of the woods, Temper opens her eyes to see her captor. “Ugh… Who’s captured me this time…? What do you want…?” A hybrid who looks nearly identical to her walks up to her and looks her dead in the eyes, “I see you’ve woken up. My name is Tempest, I’m sure that goody-two-shoes Sanovit has already mentioned me. He just can’t help but do so. So imposter, cheap knock-off, your name is Temper, eh? I feel sorry for you, to have such a cliché name.” Temper growls at her, “What the spark do you even want with me?!” Tempest grins, “Your head on a gleaming silver platter. But here’s the catch-- if you can beat me in a dance-off, I’ll spare your life-- FOR NOW.” Temper shakes, “Uh- a dance-off…?” Tempest remarks, “I could just end you right here, right now. I’m giving you a chance to live, will you take advantage of this opportunity, or just accept the fact that I’m better than you, give up, and die by my hand?” Temper flares up in a rage, “I CAN’T SPARKING DANCE! YOU WANT TO DECIDE MY FATE WITH A DANCE-OFF?! YOU’RE A LOONY!” Tempest extends her claws, “So I guess you wanna die then?” Temper growls, “Ugh, NO.” Tempest smiles, “I knew you couldn’t just give up and die!”
Tempest snaps her fingers and her orange half-brother pulls a switch. The floor changes to a black and dark-gray checker pattern. Tempest says, “Alright punk, if anyone’s gonna be getting blood on my dance floor, it’s gonna be ME, got it?!” Temper slowly nods. Tempest yells at her brother, “ALRIGHT SOLAIR, I NEED SOME DUBSTEP ON THAT ORGAN, OR ELSE!” Solair starts playing dubstep music on his organ. Tempest jumps and does a backward summersault, landing on her hands. Immediately after, she starts moving like a robot. Temper watches in fear. A blue hedgehog-dragon hybrid dressed much like a pirate yells at her, “AYE, WATCHIN’ AIN’T A DANCE, DIS IS A DANCE!” The hybrid starts demonstrating by dancing the Egyptian, then the chicken dance. Temper just watches. The hybrid facepalms and walks up to her. She whispers, “Aye, I’m tryin’ ta help ya, but if ya don’t let me help out, ya might not make it outta here alive.” Temper raises her hand with her index finger extended. The hybrid grabs her hand and lowers it gently, “I know what’cha gonna say. Ya want ta know why I’m helpin’ ya. Well, if I don’t help ya, I won’t be able to humiliate ya in tha future!” Temper flares up in a rage and yells, “I JUST CAN’T DO IT! I NEVER WAS ABLE TO DANCE AS A HUMAN, WHY THE SPARK WOULD I BE ABLE TO DANCE ANY BETTER NOW?!”
Shocked, Tempest stops and faces Temper, “You- you were once a human?” Temper slowly backs away from her, “Y-yeah. What about it?” Tempest runs up to Temper and hugs her. In response, Temper’s heart races out of fear. Tempest exclaims, “I’ve always wanted to meet a human! They’re such an admirable race!” She looks at Temper, only to see that she has fainted. She sighs, “Of course she faints… I guess I’ll just have to ask her the questions when she wakes up… Fixas!” The blue hybrid looks at Tempest, “Aye captain?” Tempest looks at Fixas with a stern look on her face, “Take that apparently former human up to my room on the extra bed.” Fixas nods and does so.
Six hours later, Tempest is sitting on her bed, looking at Temper. Temper finally wakes back up, “Qui quoi où quand?” Tempest looks at Temper like she’s crazy, “WHAT the spark was that supposed to mean?” Temper looks at Tempest and blinks, “… I think I just said ‘who what where when?’ in French.” Tempest groans, “Whatever. So if you WERE a human, tell me, what do humans look like?” Temper blinks, “Tell you? That’d be a bit impractical, drawing a human to show you would make more sense.” Tempest commands, “Do it then. Draw a human.” Temper sighs, grabs a white sheet of paper and pencil, and draws a quick sketch of a human. She then hands it to Tempest. “Amazing! You must not’ve been lying then!” Tempest hugs Temper again. Temper’s eyes widen from shock. Tempest pets Temper like a human would a pet. In reaction to being pet like a lower life form, Temper growls. Tempest ceases petting Temper, “Oh, sorry, did I offend you?” Promptly, Temper nods. With a sigh, Tempest looks at Temper, “Sorry, I don’t mean to offend, I just… The voices in my head…” Temper looks at Tempest in fear and jumps out the window, running straight to the city, not stopping even when she becomes exhausted.
When she reaches the building which she had first been in in this world, she is breathing heavily. Temper knocks rapidly at the door and collapses. Reddite opens the door and gasps, immediately calling for help. They bring Temper in and go to treat her as needed.