I am Phyllis. I have lived in the Green Shade Sanatorium in Gotham City since I was a child. I suffer from a hereditary mental illness - when I close one eye and look at people, the figure in front of me will turn into an animal. When I was seventeen, I was finally discharged from the hospital. After receiving the news, my only living relative, my great-uncle, enthusiastically invited me to move to Brooklyn, New York, to live with him.
I agreed.
But on the first day I moved into his apartment, I did something terrible.
I turned my great-uncle into a golden retriever!
Panicked and ashamed, I rushed back to the nursing home overnight, only to find that the person looking at me in the isolation room was no longer the doctor who wore a different three-piece suit every day, but a snake wearing a bow tie.
Help.
I escaped from the sanatorium again overnight, hoping to find the feared Gotham vigilante and surrender to him. But when I first met him, he was turned into a bat by me.
It will be lively next time. The heroes and vigilantes who arrived all turned into little animals. After a while, I was surrounded by a nest of colorful birds, a family of labradors, several fluffy cheetahs and various colorful animals.
What can we do?
I looked at the circle of small animals sitting around, collapsed in the middle of the road, and cried.
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Healing Sweet Cookie, private and OOC, pure running account, almost no plot
The heroine is silly and sweet, and her brain may not be normal. There is no outline and no manuscript. Please bear with me.
The source of inspiration is "The Genius is on the Left and the Madman is on the Right" and the old pit "HTTYR" and the DC magazine where someone turned into an animal (forgot the name x)
There is a high probability that there will be CP, but there is no guarantee that it will be there. It may be that there is no CP, hehe.
Buddhism update, rejection and writing guidance. Welcome to leave messages and encourage me. Dear! 333333333
Purpose: love and growth