That was my first mistake.
You thought about Pachy. A lot.
And who could blame you, given just how much fun the Elegator gets up to in the stories and audios she has been given life through? Fantasies and scenarios rushed through your head about how she would mess with every aspect of you if given flesh, transforming or hypnotizing you at her whims and to whatever specifications she deemed best.
While stories such as the ‘I am’ game and her cooking exploits lived rent-free in your mind, it was always the most meta aspects of her exploits that took up the most space in your thoughts. Not subject to the limitations of the fourth wall, she could turn the unfortunate victim into the very punctuation of the fic you were reading before swallowing the author and editing said punctuation. Even mulling over these recollected thoughts sent a shiver down your spine.
It was for this reason that the prompt made you stop in your tracks. “Post your OC and let others describe their fantasies” showcased alongside an illustration of the teasing Elegator. It was your adoration that made it so difficult to respond, an abundance of ideas mulled over for months that proved impossible to fit into 300 characters. Not that it stopped you from trying, minutes flying past as all your thoughts regarding this vibrant reality warper were brought back to the surface.
But sometimes it can be rude to think about those who might be listening.
Pachy didn’t mind your mental voyeurism to her exploits, of course. She honestly found your noggin quite the comfortable place to take residency in, even if it meant kicking out those pesky thoughts of where you left your keys this morning. Finding herself honored to be held in such reverence, the Elegator only thought it right to return the favor in the only way she knew how.
She wondered at first if she should tell you, but existential dread would probably make for a bummer of a first story. It was far better to just slightly ponder this mental ouroboros, imagining a human that just so happens to be imagining her. It would give a being with less multidimensionality a headache just to think about, and she didn’t want her new friend to get lost in any brainfog.
But what to focus on now? Given the fact that you were a human and hailed from some bizarre universe that lacked the wonders of transformation and animals the size of skyscrapers, there wasn’t much to go on. But Pachy was never against redesigning her imaginary friends, so she just marked you as ‘room for Improvement’ until she came up with a good spin.
Oh wait, your universe!
Pachy quickly realized that in her eager hurry imagining you up, she had accidentally brought the rest of reality in with you! And given that she wasn’t thinking about it until just a second ago… Oh well, that universe was kinda boring anyway.