#magic anon

You’re now aged up to 19 years old.

WHAT—?!

Woosh.

"WH-"

A much smaller Jason appears, still in the clothes he was in while living on the streets with dirty on his face and in his now fully black, frizzy hair. Hes clearly malnourished and barely above 4ft because of that so despite his age he looks much younger.

He was rushing to get back home before the sun came out, barely closing the door behind himself to their place in time. In his Arsenal gear, Roy braced himself to become a vampire like he did every week thanks to anons.

This week something different happened.

He took a step forward and his Arsenal costume was black and a deep red, his bow black to match, a domino instead of sunglasses covering his eyes. He also had a missing arm, but unlike the ornamental prosthetics he usually wore, this one was a sleek black. Roy pulled a knife instead of the bow and looked around at his new surroundings.

This wasn’t his world. He knew that immediately. He’d travelled worlds before.

“Fuck!”

Yes, that would be great-

“Hu-“

And with a poof, human Alastor is…. Here.

“…. What?”