Azoth looked at the piece of paper in his hands
"Hey how you doing friendo, look real sorry to spring this on you but I entered in a secret santa for this one group I am in online but honestly I am dead out of ideas, have fun go find Joenomrc, not his oc find him and tg him make him cute, secret santa card said he liked age regression, not quite sure how that goes but hey knock yourself out of the ball park you got this. They look like this -Your best friend Aperture" Underneath the note was a drawn picture of a man wearing a fedora.
These notes kept piling up, Azoth had no clue what an aperture was.. well it was a hole or a gap, but in the context it seemed to be a person. Day to night notes would come in asking for small favors, to do this with that, to find somebody knowing only their online username and to "tg" them. Yet it was even stranger that Azoth always found himself following the orders of this Aperture. Something in the back of his mind always making him strive to do what the notes asked.
"What does TG Somebody even mean." Azoth asked himself. Pulling out a nearby laptop he googled the term. "Traditional Games?...what's a 4chan? So I must find this Joen, and give them a traditional game that makes them cute and youthful." Cracking his knuckles he looked around his office. "An interesting proposition for a gift. Something that allows one to make themselves cute and youthful is surely a sought for artifice, but to package it in the form of a game is truly an interesting challenge. Cards are a no no if we are going for youthfulness... don't want to induce gambling, as well games like checkers or chess aren't as fun... risk and monopoly take far too long, It would help to know more about this Joen to decide... A Jack in a box... everybody loves Jacks in Boxes, they are fun, surprising, induce fear in to the hearts of children. Why who wouldn't want such a marvelous gift. I need to stop monologueing to myself..."
So it was Azoth prepared for Christmas day, carving himself a large box of a dark ebony coloured wood. On the side he put a turning crank, one that however was not attached to any mechanism. Now all he needed was his jack. This step was far more challenging, and after days of reviewing job applications past experience and fashion sense he finally found the right person for the job. The idea was simple, build a habitat for a fairy to live inside the large wooden box, let the fairy live a posh life, and all the fairy would need to do is regress the age and make cute anybody that turned the crank for long enough. So long as the fairy was decently well cared for it could be passed down from generation to generation blessing the lives of any boys or girls that want to become youthful or cute. It was as Azoth decided a marvelously genius gift and one that Joen, if that was their name, would have no way not to use or enjoy.
Finishing his gift he went about to deliver the gift, On Christmas eve wearing his red robes he teleported from house to house, bedroom to bedroom until he was in the room of somebody that looked like the person in the photograph. There were a lot more people on Earth then he remembered, a great many seemed estranged by his appearance he received greetings from who are you, to get out of my house, to police, to a girl calling him Santa Claus; though eventually he found the house he needed to find, an excited Joseph Watson, sleeping in their home waiting for the sun to rise on Christmas morning. With a sigh of relief He set down the gift in Joseph's room and returned to his home.
When Joseph woke up that morning he found by his bed wrapped in green and red wrapping paper a large box. "To Joenomrc, best wishes from Aperture and Azoth." Opening up his Christmas gift and turning the crank a melancholic singing arose from the box. "Come little children I’ll take thee away Into a land of enchantment
Come little children
The time’s come to play
Here in my garden of shadows"
The dark lyrics of the song seemed not foreboding from the enchantment of the box every slight turn of the crank releasing more and more purple energy in to the room. Chaotic bolts of light flew to the corners of the room bewitched however Joseph continued to turn the crank unable to stop what was started. The second time round as soon as the box sang out shadows the box opened itself up inside it a dark force erupted wrapping the room completely in the purple energy. "Oh why hello there deary, merry Christmas!" A sweet sounding voice chimed, "Let's get you ready for Christmas morning Pajamas are nothing to celebrate Christmas in!" The purple energy wrapped itself around Joseph, it was not painful, or electric, but instead felt of a deep soulful warmth, comfort at all levels. Joseph's clothing began to melt away off of his skin, however he was not left naked, instead only another layer of clothing, somehow hidden beneath his pants and polo a dress, obviously one designed for a young girl to wear to church on sundays. It was modest and cute, and stood out like a sore thumb on Joseph. Layers of short pink petticoats and skirts wafted over the upper part of his legs, rubbing against them with every movement making a light crinkling noise. The dress was sadly several sizes too small to be comfortable. However the issue rightly corrected itself, as Joseph began to shrink. Encompassed only by the deep warmth of the purple energy he could not feel the less then subtle changes occurring to his body, time was taken from him, as his body became short and childlike, and further female. She now fit perfectly in her Sunday best. "Just a bit more." The voice assured her, as her nails suddenly became wet, a thin layer of chemical dye setting on them drying quickly, now they were painted a bright shade of pink, giving her a youthful and innocent look. From the energy around her, it gathered around her legs as a thin silken layer, like a spider web being weaved, wrapped itself around her legs as soft white tights were formed on to her legs, as well as a pair of pink flats. "All ready for your big day." The soothing voice chimed, before the energy drew back to it's center. Leaving a young girl on christmas, and an Ebony coloured box.