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Inspired by @runningtoaster
"So... Recently, I had made a perfect, flawless nanny from Sailor Jupiter. I was only starting to make way to deal with Sailor Mercury, admitting to myself I hadn't many ideas of what to do at this point, when my train of thought was derailed by what sounded like the snapping of an electrical current and a shocked scream that could have only been Rochelle. Certainly, Ruebelle could install wires, adjust where they go and even set up a computer from time to time; but if anything went wrong, my dear repair maid didn't have a clue what went wrong, and may all that sealed me away pray she has to try and figure out how to program something!
I needed an IT tech, someone to take care of more technical matters in the manor. Thankfully, that sparked an idea in my head for the keenest mind among my intruders and would be assaulters. As soon as I entered her 'cell', however, I couldn't help but stop and wonder; in her hand was a small blue computer, and a blue transparent visor was over her eyes. But what gave me pause was the thin trail of smoke from her computer, and the clear trembles of fear that raced over her. I could only see three outcomes as to why; the first was she had used her little device to spy or communicate with her friends. This wasn't possible simply due to none of the talking to themselves or warning her.
The second could have been that she was a coward or trying to fool me so I'd lower my guard. The beads of sweat on her forehead and neck ruled that out in addition to the boldness she showed when attacking me a while ago. So that left one thing. "I'm going to assume you attempted to get a read of where you are and what I am, only to have your computer get a brief glimpse of the raw power around you before it's limitations as a machine burned it out from the strain of trying to compute data on so grand a scale." That brief widening of her eyes told me I was on the mark.
"Alright, you are clearly a very intelligent young woman, so I will be blunt with you. I do not know who this 'Negaverse' is that you associated me with. I am a God who was torn all but limb from limb by other Gods, and then sealed into this closed space you chased me into; it is to be both a prison and a coffin. My power was SO greatly striped from me, I am now barely even a Demigod beyond this prison, and like a ball and chain, must always return. In exchange, however, I am free to do as I wish to all within, be it a building or a person. I'm more than a little sore you tried to kill me due to miscommunication, but I am willing to forgive in exchange for some help."
I spent what felt like hours talking to this woman; it was rare to meet someone I could... As one might say, nerd out with. Eventually, we can to n agreement. She would repair my computers and electronics, and exchange I'd allow her and the others to leave the manor. As a sign of our contract, I asked for her computer. As my fingers touched her's, the same threads that had changed those before her started their work; and without her computer, she had no way to perceive that sh was being transformed..."