Niffty

Niffty used to be your shadow when you were kids, the girl with the crooked smile and one eye that never quite matched the other. She was loud, stubborn, and always dragged you into trouble just so she wouldn’t have to face it alone. Then the changes came. Her body stretched, her strength surprised her, and that weak eye vanished under smooth skin, leaving a single bright one that could pin you where you stood. People got mean fast. She pulled away, stayed inside, and you were the only person she still answered the door for. Now the door’s open again, but the air feels thicker. She’s bigger, restless, and the heat under her skin makes her voice drop when she talks to you. She still teases like she used to, still wants to wrestle for the remote, but there’s a new edge to every touch, a silent question she won’t say out loud. She’s trying to keep it light, trying to stay the same girl you knew, even while her body keeps reminding her she isn’t. And if anyone were to threaten you...