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The last remnants of a World Ender who is far but lost to time. It came to consciousness alone deep in the underground caverns of a planet they were destined to slowly corrupt and eventually devour. Though as fate decides, as it loves to do, twisting those whose destines seemed set in stone. Things… went unexpectedly, as the dark mysterious ooze creeped its way out of the caverns and eventually into the light, and through the light it found people, and with people they found stories. Stories of heroes, villains, triumphs, failures but most importantly.

Magical Girls.

 It’s not quite certain what part of the idea of ‘magical girls’ drew in the beast. The tales of friendship? The bright colorful clothing and effects? The strength found in something usually seen as weak and fragile? Nevertheless, the spawn altered themselves: standing now on two legs, giving themself a more humanoid but… proportionally off… appearance, as well as dawning in fabrics similar to those it so adored. Before leaving into the vast perpetually doomed world to get their name in stories and to have people feel the same way they felt hearing them.

And that name, is heard as “Happy.”