The imp looked onwards at Hinata. Soon she'd have a drastic change forced onto her, the Imp thought. It was giddy at the thought of manipulating and messing with another innocent life, but in what unforeseen way? It could swap her with somebody, or perhaps make her another Imp like itself, watching her slowly lose her sanity as she gives in to her abuse and lust for power.
Than it had it. This girl wasn't worthy to be an Imp like itself. Imps were naturally vain and narcissistic creatures, and it didn't have the know or heart to be an Imp, and changing that would be just like cheating.
The Imp snickered, it had a brilliant idea. Reaching it's arm through the nexus of infinite reality and fiction, it received a vintage image of some sort of puppet, a pink swine creature. Yes, this would do nicely, she'd never see it coming.
With one last snicker, the Imp rubbed it's hands, be they real or figurative, and dove into it's victim.
Hinata gave an 'Eeep', and a large puff of smoke went out, followed by a flash of light and a rumble. Everyone ran away panicked. When all was said and done, Hinata had become...
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