Mona bobbed her head to her music enthusiastically, humming to herself as she spread her mop all across the floor inside the frozen goods aisle. The day had been pretty slow so far, with few customers coming through the sliding glass doors and even fewer actually needing assistance. The most eventful thing that'd happened was one of the less mindful mothers browsing through frozen spinaches left her child unsupervised, leaving said child to carelessly drop a jar of jam and watch it crash onto the ground.
Some arguments ensued amongst the employees about whose responsibility it was to clean it up that left Mona, who'd drawn the shortest straw, the one groaning in frustration. Thus she'd been the one stuck with the bucket and the mop, wiping away for someone else's idiocy. Least she'd packed some tunes and- seeing as how no-one wanted to be roped into helping her out- had plenty of privacy to relax properly. She backed up her caboose, gritting her teeth as her favourite part of the song came up, and eventually bumped into someone standing behind her. As we all would do she turned around instinctively. Unfortunately for her though, the mop clutched in her hand turned with her, whacking into the side of the bucket and sending a torrent of brown water coursing over their legs and feet and smacking them with a face of the stuff as well for good measure.
"Donna!" she yelped, swallowing her tongue as she stared in horror at her now drenched supervisor. She watched on as Donna wiped the brown muck from her face, a murderous scowl setting across her darkened face. Mona said a silent prayer to herself as Donna shook off her ruined Wilko blouse.
"Mona," she said, obviously seething, "What, in the bloody hell, do you think you're doing?"
"Erm...mopping up?"
"Without a 'wet floor' sign? With your earphones in?"
"...Yes?" Mona replied as Donna ripped out her earphones and tucked them into her trouser pockets.
"H-Hey, those are mine...!" Mona squeaked in protest.
"Not anymore. These are now part of Wilko's confiscated property. I'll lock these in the office safe for safekeeping until you finish your duties for the day." A rare smile stretched across the supervisor's face. She hadn't been enjoying this slow day either and was obviously taking extra sadistic pleasure from tormenting Mona in particular, seeing as she was the only one that'd screwed up that she'd seen today.
"Motherf-" she swore underneath her breath before Donna raised her hand in dismay.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence. Trust me, you don't want two disciplinary strikes in one day."
Suddenly, the both of them began to hear a dull thudding coming from underneath the upturned bucket. Mona and Donna looked at one another. Donna jerked her head to the side, her eyes wide and buggy, gesturing for Mona to be the one to check it out. Mona rolled her eyes. Of course. She exhaled loudly before summoning the courage and lifting the side of the bucket to peek underneath. She yelped and scurried backwards as a ball of light zipped out from underneath, flying randomly around their heads and bathing them with strange golden dust. Soon the light began to grow and gain form, eventually taking the shape of a humanoid creature.
"Thank the nymphs," she sighed, it sighed, sarcasm dripping from its voice, "I was buzzing around your ears for ten minutes but you had those bloody earphones plugged into your ears! Seriously, you summon me but refuse to acknowledge my presence! You humans and your pesky technology will never cease to annoy me!"
"W-What are you?" Mona stuttered. She shook her head. She must've been daydreaming.
"Why is that always the first question you humans ask?" it scoffed as it fluttered onto the upturned bucket. "So tiresome. What I am is... 'beyond your understanding', and whatnot. But if it's a name you require, then call me Myx." The sprite grinned, springing upwards before it flew around Mona a couple of times, inspecting her.
"Myx?" Mona frowned, swallowing hard.
"Correct! It's very interesting to meet you...Mona." Myx then smirked, surprising Mona with the knowledge of her name already. Mona nodded, inspecting Myx as the creature made a close pass to her face. There were two mounds on Myx's chest, but they seemed featureless, no nipples, no nothing. Likewise the creature's groin was flat, much like a doll. Mona did mentally remark that Myx did however have a dark, pixie like haircut that she'd seen on a few of the lesbians she'd admired walking around town from time to time. Myx continued, "It's gonna be a blast getting to know you, seeing as you summoned me and all."
"Wait a minute, I summoned you?" Mona asked, staring in awe at the hovering sprite.
"Yes, whether you intended to or not." Myx replied, continuing to fly around. "I'm surprised I wasn't summoned before now to tell you the truth. You humans always seem to think if you summoned me I would grant wishes like those idiotic djinns."
"What's a 'djinn'?" Mona mentioned, scratching her head.
Myx rolled her eyes incredulously and turned to Donna. "Who's your friend?"
"F-F-Fai..." Donna stammered. Her eyes were still transfixed on Myx, her eyelashes fluttering in disbelief.
Mona visibly relaxed as she watched Donna frozen in fear, her mouth quivering like a toddler who'd had his favourite toy truck taken away. She was tempted to say the mother of two wasn't her friend and get this Myx character to sic her but her morality withheld her from doing so. Instead she responded, "Her name is Donna. She's a bit... I mean, she's my staff supervisor."
"Pleasure to meet ya'!" Myx said, floating up to the supervisor and excitedly shaking her pinky. "'Course I already knew that. I have a knack for names, me." Donna still didn't respond. Myx noticed the wet patch forming on her torso. A second later and Myx had reversed the spillage onto Donna, sending the murky water off of her blouse and back into the air, before it finally came back to rest in the now righted bucket.
"F-Fairy," Donna finally squeaked out.
"Not exactly but good try. But if I hear you say the name 'Tinker Bell' one time I will zap your arses onto your faces."
"Please don't," Mona lisped.
"Fine, I was only teasing. But please, none of those jokes. Now, where do you two want to start spreading a little bit of chaos?"
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