Not like he can make things worse

Well, maybe he could, you don't know. But how would fucking over a critter using cunning really help him in the long run.

Mischief god was just a name... right?

Well, either way,

"I guess I don't have any other choice." You dejectedly sigh.

You're putting your life in the hands of a fallen god. No, not even. He's a self-proclaimed, fallen demi-god. If that's not pitifully weak, you don't know what is. But considering your life was shit to begin with, he's gotta be able to get you at least part way out of the muck.

Melkar stood up to his full six inches and shone a wide grin at you,

"Perfect! Just sign here, and here, oh and here...."

Suddenly, glowing square after square started to fill your vision, like before when Melkar invited you to party, only now there was close to half a dozen boxes, boxing you in.

"W-what? Sign, I don't–"

"Just hit yes."

That was a lot easier, you went around booping your snoot against "yes" boxes and hopefully didn't fuck yourself over too badly.

Finally, the last box was done and gone...

...

"What...uh, what happens now?" You just had to ask.

Nothing changed. You didn't feel different.

"Hold on hold on, I'm just checking my end...." Melkar glared intently at several glowing boxes in front of himself, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth.

Well rushing him wasn't going to help.

You spared at glance at Sephora, who was watching you intently, when your eye's met she gave you a wide grin.

That didn't seem very reassuring.

"Okay then," Melkar didn't look quite finished yet, but he had found something of note, "so... I guess every hundred levels you'll get an extra point in dex–"

Sephora just started to cackle.

Like at the top of her lungs.

She could breathe out fine, but air wasn't coming back in very easily.

It sounded kind of painful.

"And every two hundred levels–"

Sephora, somehow, started to laugh even louder.

"You'll get a point in agility and wisdom." Melkar was doing a damn good job ignoring Sephora, but you could tell he wasn't too keen. "Dex is my divinities main stat, so it grows twice as fast."

"Mhmm."

You were only half listening. It was hard to listen at all over Sephora, but you hardly expected much from him in the first place, so you weren't really upset.

"And my skills, and or, class?"

"Yeah..." Melkar bit his lip, and looked at another box encircling him, "I'm not really... your only choice is to become a Shenani-Goat."

Sephora was going to die. You didn't even need to do anything. She was probably going to suffocate.

"I'm a sheep."

"I know... but I couldn't think of anything funnier."

You looked at him, but you didn't really see him as your big, wet, ram's eyes, started to glaze over at his insane words.

"I got to name the class." Melkar smiled at you helpfully.

When you didn't respond he simply dipped his head lightly, then poked at one of his glowing boxes, causing it to vanish.

Instantly a new sensation started to crawl across your body. It was jarring at first, bringing you back to your sense in a flash. Only then, you realized the sensation was a mild itch across your entire body. It was gone as fast as came.

How queer.

Sephora, with tears streaming down her cheeks, started beating her head against the ground as she gasped for air. As if she was in her **** throes after drinking a lethal poison.

You looked to Melkar.

He had a hand across his face, and the other pointing you to the lake.

You could figure that one out pretty easy.

What you couldn't figure out, was what was staring back at you from the lake's surface.

There was something that vaguely resembled a ram, but it wasn't you, certainly.

It's lips were a rosy red. He had a three horns, that were all sprouting out of the center of his head, and flowering outwards like a jester's hat. Instead of bells, two horn's had mage's orbs dangling from the tips. Like the orbs you had, while the third was empty. But this ram had purple wool, and perhaps three times as much as you did, maybe more. It was like a giant purple sphere, with four feet poking out from underneath, and its head just barely keeping free of the purple cloud engulfing it. A light grey scarf was perhaps the only thing keeping the poor ram's wool from engulfing its head. And upon closer inspection, the wool wasn't just solid purple. Peeking out from underneath its scarf, you noticed a couple slightly lighter, almost pink polka dots. It wasn't long before you noticed half a dozen more, human hand sized dot's marked this entire beasts body.

You looked to Melkar,

"Why did you wish to show me this sad, disgusting creature, trapped in its watery prison?"

"Welcome to the team, Shenani-Goat." Melkar smiled at you.

Sephora was rolling on the ground, struggling to take in her last few breaths.