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"Hellscream's Worst Nightmare"

The night on the vale was calm, peaceful, and quiet. For the first time since Garrosh Hellscream's tyrannical attack on the once purified land, that turned it into a pool of black corruption that had cascaded over the land and destroyed most of it with the sha's influence, to Garrosh's punishment. A singular flower sat near the center of the dark mass across the land, the grass around it had begun to grow back as it emitted its seasonal glow off into the air, casting off waves of light under the starlit sky.

In the darkness a figure approached the purified portion of the corruption, the flower acting like a beacon to a troll working under the darkness who carefully avoided being seen by the Pandaren guards patrolling the area on both the Horde and the Alliance sides to insure that no one tried what he was about to do.

"Hey!" Two of the guards spotted the troll and charged at him.

Deftly, he was able to avoid their attacks with sweeping, precise timing and blocked their weapons as he quickly dispatched the pair of them with superior hand to hand combat skill. He turned around and pulled a leather pouch from his belt. "Come, den Garrosh. Ya be wakin' up now."

As he dipped his fingers into the pouch, he pulled out a white powder and sprinkled it lightly over the petals of the flower. The plant responded by emitting a pulse of light that nearly threw the troll back to the ground. A roaring echo culminated into the tortured screams of a deep throated orc who writhed back to his original form. As the muscles formed, the bones cracked into place, his spine untwisted, Garrosh was in a tortured fit of a seizure as he was returned to his original form. His body suddenly shot rigid and he curled up on his knees, his head practically between them.

Hellscream looked up warily, his beady golden glowing eyes having pressed a sad appearance that quickly turned to a glare of recognition as he tried to move. His naked body chilled by the cool night air he was unwilling, or unable to do so. "Wh-what... is this?" He managed to speak after several minutes of trembling.

"Warchief Hellscream." The troll bowed down on one knee respectfully. "It es good ta see da Horde lives on."

"I... don't--" Hellscream paused. "How long has it been?"

"Ya been trapped in th'form of a flower for two years, sir." He said. "My name is Brodi, I been meanin' to get to ya sooner."

"I... I could feel everything." Garrosh remembered. "My own kind pissing on me, animals dropping their leavings on me... I could feel the radiant warmth of... the sun... the bitter cold of the winter, but I would not die." He said, then turning his gaze to the troll, he glared. "Why have you done this?"

"I been feelin' a bit pissed about da Celestials' punishment for ya Garrosh. It was not fair for dem to judge ya on what you felt was th' right thing for da True Horde."

"You... make a lot of sense for a troll." Garrosh said as he struggled to his feet, Brodi moved over to help, but the orc pushed him away as he stood. "But if we are to try again, we would need some place less conspicuous. Our enemies are many, and their determination is strong."

"I got an idea fo' ya." Brodi said, extracting an amethyst colored gem from his pocket. It flickered with a white flash of light. "Dis be a portal shard, it be tuned to a dimension not even da strongest mages on Azeroth c'n scry to. You'd be invisible, an' free to conquer dis world and dat one." He handed the shard to the orc who stared at it curiously.

"It looks unstable."

"Aheh... don' we all?" Brodi asked as he pulled out a small tuning fork from the wrist of his glove. As Hellscream watched a hand grab Brodi by his ankle, he tapped the fork to the shard which created an enormous burst of energy. Hellscream felt his stomach churn inward and he roared out loudly as the pain of being suddenly compressed into a miniscule speck.

The warp felt extremely painful, especially in Hellscream's head. It felt like lightning was shooting through his mind and he was lost in the twisting, purple nether in between realms. At some point in this trip, Hellscream felt sick and lost all consciousness... "Damn trolls, never trust them..." were his last thoughts before everything went black.

There was a murmuring of whispers that finally roused Garrosh from a heavy sleep. Looking up, he could see several strange fuzzy toes wiggling only inches from his face. High pitched giggles from around him made him bolt upright and he stared at a crowd of strange bear-like creatures that surrounded him on all sides.

"What... what is it?" One of them asked starting toward him.

"No, stop, it could be dangerous." Another one warned.

"Oh, don't be silly." Another one, with a female's voice said with a giggle. "Nothing is dangerous here."

"It has been sent to us for a reason!" One of them surmised. "We must reform it!"

Garrosh said nothing, he simply stood up and shoved the bear out of the way. Walking over to a large boulder he reached his hand up and realized that his fingers looked smaller. Somehow he must have shrunk down a lot smaller than he had been before, but he paid it no mind. In this strangely populated dimension he was half expecting strange changes to his form. He grunted and climbed up the boulder until he looked out over a beautiful green valley. Birds soared past the orc's head and he grinned toothily as they synchronously bobbed and tweeted a song as they did so. Far below, he could barely make out more people, probably as strange as these bear-like creatures, dancing and skipping in the streets. "This is perfect." He said. "This land will be an easy conquest, and both it and Azeroth will be under MY rule!" He paused, hearing a strange sound reach his ears. He cleared his throat, but even that sounded like it was a high pitched squeak. "Wait... is... is that my voice?" He asked in a bit of a panic. He then felt something odd about the cool breeze washing over his body. Reaching down he felt nothing between his legs. He looked down to see that there was nothing; no sexual organs period, it was a strange extra layer of skin as though he'd been molded without any parts to define his sex. He let out a furious, yet amusing sounding roar as he whirled around and yelled at the villagers. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME, YOU FOOLS!?"

Leaping down from the rock he charged into the still gathered crowd and tried to punch one of the bears. Instantaneously a bubble formed over its face and Garrosh's fist rebounded back on him, making him inexplicably punch himself. As the orc tried to get back up, he saw the bears step over to him. "What's wrong, friend?" One of the bears asked. "You seem unhappy."

"You bet your lousy, fuzzy butt I'm not happy." Garrosh started. "I mean... fliggin crock sticky fuzzy butt." He felt his lips flutter as he uttered words he wasn't meaning to speak. Could he not even spout off a good curse in this place? What kind of a world was this. "Tell me where you put my dongle... my pantsless... princess... pony-iss! Grom help me why can I not speak?"

"The words you are trying to speak aren't allowed here." One of the bears with a grey stripe across his chest said as he approached. "So... they are changed as they are spoken. I'd suggest not trying, friend. Eventually it will cause more harm than good."

"Do you threaten the mighty Garrosh Hellscream?" He shouted at an ear piercing level of screech. "I will break you!"

"Hmm-hmm..." The bear waved a mittened hand and winked a beady black button eye. "I don't think so!" He said as Garrosh suddenly found his arms and legs tied with bright pink and purple and blue ribbons. No matter what the orc did though, he couldn't break the fabric, he only felt them grow tighter on his wrists and ankles as two of the bears behind him held him firmly in place "Take it to the Dollhouse Reformation Facility." He said. "Perhaps there, our guest will be quickly on the road to recovery for this adamantly bad behavior." As he was dragged off, Garrosh tried angrily to curse the bear, using every angry swear word that he could muster, and each came out as something different. Suddenly a resounding crack in his jaw silenced the orc as he watched the bear still waving at them as they made their way along the road. "Have a good time!" He said cheerfully.

The trip was much longer than Garrosh had expected, as he was led, the party was joined by cheerful, short fat men on horses who paraded around them as they traveled, conversing with the bears. Their plump cheeks were blushy pink flesh that disgusted Garrosh, he wanted more than anything to pull away from their happy-go-lucky conversation and endless smiling, even when they approached him, Garrosh tried to spit and instead spat a wad of chocolate which was happily caught in their mouths, leaving the hideous taste of the candy in his mouth like a coating along the inside. He gagged, it was far too sweet a taste to put up with, but every time he went to spit it out it got worse.

"This is disgusting!" He complained. "Is there any way to get the duck game chocolate out of my mouth!" He twitched at the horrible way his words were being contorted as he tried to curse the chubby men and the bears leading him down the long trail.

"Sorry friend! But the sweetness won't end." One of the men said with a chortle.

"Not until you admit what you don't want to admit, you little cutie!" Another one said cheerfully as he pinched the orc's cheek making him cringe in horror.

"Get your stubby fingers off me!" Garrosh argued angrily as he struggled against the ribbons, which tightened further on his wrists and ankles. "AHH!" He shrieked in his high pitched voice. "I am not cute! And could someone get me clothes? I may not have---erm... parts, but my bare backside is getting cold out here!"

"That's impossible!" A third guard said

"Impossible!" A fourth guard repeated.

"Impossible! Impossible!" The first two men repeated in a chanting bounce with their horses. "The temperature is always perfect in SunshineMountain!"

"Sunshine Mount--" Garrosh growled. "Where did that idiosyncrasy send me?" He paused. "Did I really just say that? It wasn't even a curse word!"

"All demeaning and angry comments will be regulated." One of the bears said. "You will learn this at the Reformation facility!"

"What-what exactly does this reformation place do?" Garrosh asked curiously, trying to maintain his stubborn demeanor.

"Exactly as it sounds." One of the bears answered with a giggle. "It reforms your bad behavior into a more acceptable one."

"I do not have "bad behavior"" Garrosh said. "I have focus; purpose. I have a vision for my world, and none of your mind tricks will change that!" He roared and pulled hard on the ribbons, managing to trip up one of the bears in the confusion, Garrosh was able to stumble away and slipped down the rocky edge of a cliff. "WOAH! AHHH!" He screamed loudly as he descended off the sheer drop off. Normally a fall like this wouldn't have terrified him, but the flailing tiny arms and legs from his own body added to the fear and the height of the fall.

Suddenly, Garrosh was swarmed by a blanket of tiny, colorful insects, butterflies in radiant blues and pinks covered him like a cloud of fluttering wings. The wings tickled, and his roar of terror turned into an attempt to restrain uproarious laughter that he had no choice but to let escape. He laughed harder than he could ever remember, but the sound of his own laughter was also torture and he felt tears welling in his eyes as he was gently dumped onto the bank of a lake. He was still dizzy from the fall as he tried to get up. "What is wrong with me?" He asked, gazing into the water at his own reflection.

Proportionally he was the same; Garrosh was thickly muscled for his size, his head was bald, his thick neck craned down somewhat obscurely. But many of his features had undergone a strange transformation; one of his tusks was slightly bigger than the other, giving an off center proportion to his features, his eyes were impossibly large, about the size of a Zhevra's hoof in roundness, and they were a bright, baby blue. His dilated pupils were like pools of black right in the center, and as he soaked in these features he was almost enthralled at the slight quiver his terrified jaw had given off. By Thrall, he was CUTE! He screamed in agony and began to throw handfuls of cold water over his face, trying every way to wake himself from this terrible nightmare, but only succeeding in getting himself wet. He was on the verge of sobbing when the bears found him and rebound his wrists with the ribbons. "What did he do to me? WHY do I look like this?!" He screeched in terror.

"We don't know what you're talking about. But come quietly." One of the bears said sternly, but not so much so that his cute button eyes smiled and he emitted a strangely odd giggle.

It took another half a day before Garrosh saw the building they were leading him to. It was oddly matching with the world's decor, with a brilliantly colorful garden out front. Grass that was knee high to the orc, but of course that meant it wasn't really very long indeed. The building itself looked fortified with a high fence in front of it, giving it an imposing look, but the complex looked like it was colored by some drunkard during the Noblegarden holiday. The walls were bright hues of red and pink, the spire of the building that extended high into the sky was a swirl of yellow and blue, such happy colors that even the clouds at its peak seemed to form a butterfly shape around the top of it. Garrosh let out a puttering noise from his lips with how disgustingly sweet this place looked in its attempts to incite a cheerful response.

"Oh! How adorable!" A high pitched male's voice screeched as he bolted from the front door and down the stairs. He slipped in a goofy manner, but from his look, he was some sort of a scarecrow... or ragdoll wannabe. Garrosh raised an eyebrow as the man approached and danced back and forth, clapping his hands together gleefully. "Oh! Aren't you a cutie?! What's your name, little one?"

Garrosh stared at the man, his mouth agape for a moment before he responded. "I am Garrosh Hellscream! FEAR ME, MAGGOT CREATURE!" He tried to sound as dominant as he felt, but the sound of his own voice made him cringe.

"Uh-oh! Do we have a troublemaker in the works?" A female version of the male exited the house now with a watering can. She placed it down and put her hands on her hips as she walked over to greet them. "Well, you should know, young man that any misbehaving will come complete with a schedule of punishment. So let's try to tone down that attitude shall we?"

"Thanks, officers." The male smiled cheerfully. "We'll make a nice boy out of him."

"I am not a boy. And I am not 'nice'" Garrosh growled. "You will respect me, and succumb to my demands until I can get out of this blasted world!"

"I think some little ginger snap has earned a timeout!" The female giggled. "Wouldn't you agree Pete?"

"I agree completely, Sweet." He replied with a hum. "You should really watch yourself around the warden. She's pretty strict in matters of punishing, Garry."

"She's the warden? A woman?" Garrosh scoffed ignoring the warning signs from Pete. "I'd just like to see her at her worst!"

The inside of the house was just as hideous as the outside, the floor was covered at all points with a plush blue matt that softened the footsteps and made falling from a reasonable height a completely safe zone. The denizens of the house were varied in size and shape, some were massive marshmallowy creatures that resembled undead golems, but their skin felt like actual marshmallow. They tended to keep to themselves and to their private arts and crafts. There were a few other small men and women who appeared as Garrosh, like diminutive versions of their adult selves. But they seemed lethargic, lumpy and chubby, they cast slow gazes as Garrosh was led grudgingly into the building and over to a corner of the room and was made to sit on a small, red colored plastic chair. After a few minutes of staring into the corner, he got rather angry at the wall and tried to punch it. It squashed in like it was made out of gel and prevented any significant damage.

"No chair will keep me confined!" He shouted as he tried to stand up, only to find that he was somehow stuck to the seat. He looked down and struggled to get up, he couldn't find anything that. "I will break free! I will be free!"

"No, Garry, that is no way to talk." Pete said, wandering over and putting his hands on his hips.

"It isn't Garry." Garrosh growled. "It's Garrosh, Garrosh Hellscream! And I demand to be released from this place at once, fool!"

Pete sighed loudly and clicked his tongue. "Now, I don't think you've got the right attitude! You need to be happy about what we're doing for you!" He said cheerfully.

"Flex YOU!" Garrosh felt his jaw popping in what he could only guess to be a strange punishment to his cursing.

"I don't like that." Pete said, his expression souring. "You're a terrible role model for these wonderful people here and we are going to teach you sunshine and a happy demeanor if we have to beat the fun into you, young man!"

"Heyy! What are you doing?" Garrosh asked as Pete pulled him abruptly out of his chair and sat down, throwing him over his knee. "AHH! STOP! I DEMAND IT!" He screamed, suddenly feeling a firm hand slap the entirety of his ass. Again, and again the shakes from the punishment moved him back and forth across Pete's lap. It didn't matter so much that he was still a naked, dickless freak, but to be spanked over Pete's knee was demeaning. The other prisoners had stopped their various tasks to watch Garrosh as he took no less than twenty raw, hard slaps. By the time Pete was finished, even the orc felt on the verge of tears.

"Now, I hope this helps you learn a valuable lesson, Garry." Pete said, returning to his broad smile.

Wordlessly, Garrosh was placed back onto the floor to mend a tender backside, and Pete had stepped off just as Sweet came trouncing into the room. "Ohhhh Garry!" She sang aloud. "As much of a shameless little boy as you are we can't exactly have you running around here naked as a jay bird! So we're going to try on a few outfits to see what might fight a scampy boy like yourself!"

"Away with you, female. I am busy!" Garrosh said, crossing his arms. "Besides, I don't have any parts to show off or really *do* anything with, so being naked isn't much of a consequence is it?"

"Oh, poopy!" She sounded off in the cutest way. "Everyone needs a standard suit if they're going to be staying here! Now, you'll either come willingly, or we'll be forced to force you!"

"Nngh. Fine. Show me these... clothes." Garrosh managed to say before he was grabbed by the wrist and pulled from the timeout zone with an odd popping sound to his ears.

He was dragged up the stairs by the matronly figure. "Now we've got a large variety of cute, cute outfits. I want you to pick out your very favorite from the selection because that'll be your outfit during your stay here."

"Exactly how long will I be staying here?"

"Oh, I think you'll know when you're ready to leave." Sweet answered.

"I'm ready to leave now! Why won't you let me go?"

"Tisk, tisk, mister impatient! You've got a lot of personal flaws that we need to wipe clean before we set you free, you'll be a whole new Garry by the time we're done with you!"

"But can't you understand? I don't want to be a "whole new Garry" I am fine with being Garrosh Hellscream!"

Literally, Sweet put Garrosh back onto his feet and shoved him into a small dark room. She closed the door behind him and smiled cheerfully through a small peep hole in it. "Of course, dear. Now, you pick out an outfit from the racks in there, there's many to choose from. Go on!"

Garrosh pulled back one of the outfits that looked like a bright yellow poncho with the mask of a large feathered bird on it. He cringed and turned up his tusks to it. "I don't want to wear any of this stuff." He said.

"If you don't, young man. I'm going to come in there and dress you, then we'll parade you down in front of all the others!"

Garrosh rolled his eyes and spent several minutes browsing through the items at his disposal before an exasperated Sweet opened the door and entered. "Okay Garry, we don't have forever!" She said as she grabbed an outfit randomly off the rack.

"No, stop, woman! That is hideous! I don't want to wear that!"

"Attention! Attention everyone!" Sweet announced as she skipped down the steps. "Garry is trying to find his "look"" She said quoting her fingers and then giggling with a snort. "We'll need everyone's help to judge!"

Garrosh was stepping lightly down the stairs, the long, pontoon-sized shoes he was wearing squeaked if he stepped a certain way, and he hadn't quite figured out how to avoid it. When he reached the third step, he felt himself blush under the layer of white makeup on his face. The clown garb was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever seen, it was a bright blue and black jump suit with a yellow vest on top. The yellow vest had a little sunflower on it that could be set up to squirt bubbles out into the air, but he was extra careful not to activate that. He had a ridiculous red bow tie around his neck, and Sweet pulled the hidden tabs behind it, making it spin to everyone's amusement. "I-I don't like this." He muttered, clutching his hands. "Let me pick something else out..."

"Oh, my!" Pete gasped as he came into the room. "Could that be our little Garry?" He asked. "I can hardly recognize you with all the happy!" He said, his voice going high pitched for an instant.

Garrosh glared at the man. "If I were my full size, I would crush you where you stand."

"Mmm-mmm... Sweet, dear. Once you've gotten our little Garry in an outfit he approves, maybe we should have a little session of happy with him."

"All in good time, dear." She responded as she fidgeted with the bow tie some more.

"Stop calling me "Garry"!" Garrosh shouted, his voice almost threatening to turn into a low growl, but ended up sounding like a small dog.

"Awww!" Both of them said at the same time, looking at Garrosh with obscenely widened cute eyes.

Garrosh shuddered at the sight and started to stomp up the stairs, his shoes squeaking as he went. "I'm going to try on something else." He turned around and pointed. "AND DON'T YOU DARE FOLLOW ME!" He threatened loudly.

The closet was an assortment of various costumes, not just costumes but "cute" costumes. He slid the hangars aside and found a uniform that might help him assert his authority over the prisoners and eventually Pete and Sweet who were unbearably annoying. He slipped on the white and blue uniform, but he was somewhat unimpressed with the hat it came with. As he stepped out, he was greeted with applause and adoration as he was shuffled down the stairs to parade again in front of everyone. His second outfit was a sailor's uniform, but it didn't have nearly the admiration or respect that members of the Horde's naval armament had on Azeroth. It felt tight against his butt as he tried to walk in it, and his hat kept tipping adorably forward. It grew worse when Pete tied on a bandanna that Garrosh had "missed" when putting on the uniform, and he was appalled when he spotted himself in the mirror. This wasn't the image he wanted at all! And a third trip upstairs left him dressed up as some cute ballerina. Though this one was mostly Pete's fault for shoving him into the leotard and saying he looked particularly devious in it. The orc's high pitched scream caused the mirror he was looking in to crack straight down the center as he ran back upstairs in shame.

"I've gone through a dozen uniforms, and nothing strikes the right level of fear in their hearts." Garrosh said, lying on the floor amidst several costumes he'd tried on and failed. "I need something that... something that instills a level of inclusion." He thought. "Something they wouldn't expect that would have teeth..." His hand fell on something soft and he turned to look at the piled costume he was sitting next to and he grinned. "Perfect."

The door opened and as Pete and Sweet saw Garrosh step out, both of them smiled. He was having a hard time keeping one of his long brown ears from dipping down in front of his face. The rabbit costume he wore was awkwardly misshapen for him as he stepped out into the hall. The brown and white splotched bunny looked up at them, his feet buried deep in footsies that were about three inches thick. Part of the costume was tight on the right side of his body, and partly loose on the left side, giving his collar a bit of an awkward looseness and leaving his neck exposed on that side. He shuffled out into the hall and stared warily at the two who were beaming. "I found one I like. DON'T JUDGE ME!" He shouted as he pointed at them with a furry finger.

"Oh that is so precious!" Sweet said, putting her hands on her chest.

"Way to go." Pete smiled. "Good to see you finally falling in, Garry."

Garrosh bit his tongue. He didn't like being treated like this, but he realized he'd have to make it seem like he was cooperating in order to get out of there. As he came down the stairs to join the other prisoners and odd object caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He turned to see a door made out of metal. This piqued is curiosity because it was so different from the rest of the doors in the complex, and facing the back of the house, he had no clue to what kind of a room was beyond it. He reached up to take the handle, but Pete's hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him away. "Ah-ah." He said. "That room is off limits, I'm afraid."

"What's in there?" Garrosh asked.

"Well aren't you a curious bee?" Sweet asked, putting her hands on her hips. "It wouldn't be off limits, now would it?"

Garrosh's eyes widened. "I... suppose not." He said.

A bell rang suddenly, it was loud enough for the orc to cover his ears, but the creatures simply stood and waited for the ringing to end. "Oh would you look at that? Garry it's five o'clock already!"

"So?" Garrosh asked.

"Oh well, it's time to get dressed for tea!" Pete exclaimed. "It'll be super fun!"

"But I'm already dressed."

"Aww, and you're so cute!" Sweet giggled. "But you always have to dress for tea-time. Come on! I'll get you an outfit, don't worry, you can wear it over your suit even."

Indeed it was easy to dress for tea time. Garrosh argued, and kicked angrily, but a double teaming from Pete and Sweet still ended with a bright purple dress being pulled down over his head. He screamed angrily as he saw that the dress was also covered with yellow flowers. "Get this fluxing thing off me!" He yelled, tugging back his costume's ears as he glared at the couple who then frowned in disappointment.

"Why, Garry. What's wrong? You look so pretty!" Sweet asked.

"Listen, freak. I'd say I'd put up with a gosh darn lot of cute today. And I'm sick of it! You have no idea who you are dealing with, and I'm not going to flexing put up with it anymore!""

"Ohh but you will." Pete stated as he pulled a small pen from his pocket.

"What is---" There was a flashing of light that flooded Garrosh's eyes. "--that?" He finished his sentence now sitting across from an idle bearish brute.

Garrosh was confused, suddenly he was sitting in a small chair at a tiny red plastic table. On the table there were plates of cookies before him, a round white teapot with purple flower petals painted on and two cute little matching cups sitting in front of himself and the guy in front of him. The male sitting across from Garrosh was definitely a beast in size, he barely could fit his butt on the seat and his knees were rather high up. He gingerly sipped from his cup, sticking out a purple furry pinky finger out as he sipped with his thick, plum colored lips. He was covered in hair or fur and had golden serpentine eyes. A perfectly beastial creature that briefly gave Garrosh hope for some kindred spirit.

"Hi there!" Garrosh's hope failed when he heard the high pitched voice squeeze out of his mouth. It wasn't like Garrosh's voice which completely lacked any tamber, this was a throaty pitch that sounded equivalent to nails on a chalkboard. "Want some tea?"

"No, I don't want any t--" Before he finished his sentence, the big creature shoved a tiny glass in his hand.

"Be careful! It's super hot." He smiled, his eyes opening adorably as Garrosh looked into the cup.

"But there isn't anything in here." He said.

"Oh, yes there is." He said, his amber colored eyes flickering a bit. "Why don't you look again?"

Garrosh looked down and saw a swirling of liquid in the cup, the sides suddenly quite warm to the touch. "How did you--?" He asked but he was cut off by a loud slurping as the larger creature finished off his tea.

"You gonna finish that?" He asked, pointing at the cup.

Garrosh glared and held his drink away. "Yes, I am." He said taking a sip. "Now, who are you? And why am I dressed like this?"

"Well it's tea time silly-goose!" He said with a cheerful smile. "Everyone knows you gotta dress up for tea time!" The sound of a clock's chiming bell made him look up. "Oh, would you look at that? Tea time's over. You better finish that off before the masters come and take it away."

"So, is this how it is every day?" Garrosh asked?"

"Uh-huh!" The beast answered. "At least as long as I've been here."

"And how long has that been?"

"Uhm... forty-three years, four months, thirteen days. I came on just after tea time... oh would you look at that?" He jumped up and cheered. "Yaaay! It's my forty-three year, four month, and thirteen day anniversary!" He danced and wobbled off, leaving Garrosh to drink his tea.

"Ah-ah!" Pete said, plucking the cup from Garrosh's fingers. "You don't want to spoil your appetite for dinner do you?

"Dinner? Already? But I've only had a sip of that tea! Give it back!"

Pete held the cup away. "No, no, Garry. Now you go wash up, dinner's in about thirty minutes!"

Seeing no point in arguing, Garrosh grumbled and stormed off, tearing the dress off his bunny suit as he did so.

As Garrosh washed his hands and splashed the water over his face, he couldn't help but notice that his cheeks felt a little awkward. As he looked at his reflection, he pressed his fingers against them and realized they were a little swollen and pudgy. But that didn't deter him from the idea that he was trapped here for now. No cursing, no dignity... he clutched his fingers against the blank spot on his crotch as he realized that there would definitely be no sex while he was here too. For the first time in a long while, he hadn't the need or the desire for sex, which for an orc as proud as he was, was something completely alien to him.

Opening the cabinet, a few items fell out on top of him and clattered in the sink. Filtering through them, he noticed a long razor used for shaving had landed in the pile as well and he picked it up. His hand started trembling with the idea that came to his mind, he couldn't live in this kind of a world, it was already beginning to drive him crazy and he hadn't even been in it for a day. He held the razor up to his neck, ready to sacrifice himself from this torment, but instantly, the blade had become a flower, soft to the skin that it was pressed against. He groaned and threw it down in despair. There was no way out.

Making his way down the stairs for dinner, he realized that the room that was once the dining room had changed; cold steel lined the walls and floor, a dull white coated ceiling loomed over them as the entire place now felt like some great mess hall, with a line that went around the room for their meals. Garrosh glanced back up the stairs, then back down them again, thoroughly confused by this sudden change. As he reached the bottom of the steps, he was handed a plain silver tray with a large plate in it and he stepped into the line behind some darkly dressed people who turned and sweetly smiled at him; they looked human, and they sounded human as they conversed, but they definitely didn't sound normal.

"So then he was like... "Do you want to go out?" and I was all "No, thanks." and he was like "Well fine then." so I said "Fine." and... we went out."

"Grom kill me now." Garrosh's mind whimpered at the sound of the gabbing girls as they came up to the front of the line.

A large glop of vegetables was slapped on his plate, and Garrosh's gag reflex responded. Thankfully he hadn't eaten anything, or it would be all over right now. "Umm... pardon the question, but do you have any thing with meat in there?" He asked.

"No meats, no alcohol, no cholesterol, nothing that's bad for you is served here." The woman behind the counter responded automatically. "Now take your slop and get out of my line."

"Well she was the first "unpleasant person" I've found since I got here." Garrosh admitted to himself as he walked over to one of the tables and sat down alone. Picking through his food, he couldn't help but notice Pete now looming over him with that big, stupid grin on his face. "Not enjoying the cuisine?" He asked cheerfully.

"An orc's diet cannot consist of this." Garrosh complained. "Orcs need meat to sustain themselves, didn't whoever sent me to you explain this to you?"

"Oh, but here, there are good things and bad things, happy things and sad things." Pete explained. "You don't want to mix good and bad, happy and sad, do you, Garry?"

"Will you stop calling. Me. GARRY?!" Garrosh finally roared and slammed his tray down, splattering the vegetable matter everywhere. "I don't give a FLIPPING FRACK what you expect from me!" He said, ignoring the crackling pain in his jaw. "You hold me prisoner in the most disgusting, horrifying way possible! You embarrass the shrapnel out of me every flaxing chance you get, you subject me to cross dressing and ridiculous outfits, and now you will not give me the food I need to sustain myself! I will not be your puppet, and I refuse to cooperate any longer!" He crossed his arms and glared at the man, whose stunned, silent expression reflected the silence of the entire room.

"Well." Pete said after several moments of silence. "If that is how you'd like to play this, then fine!" Garrosh felt shackles suddenly bind his wrists to the table. "We'll do this the hard way then! But you need to eat something before your treatment, so here it is!" He said as he yanked, Garrosh's mouth open and poured in a large thermos down his objecting maw. Garrosh gagged and felt a thick, syrupy flavor pour down his gullet, almost cancelling out the chocolate flavor, but then intensifying it as the sweetness poured down. "The desert is candy! It's always candy!" Pete said with a laugh. "If you think you've gotten us beat, Garry, you've got another thing coming!"

Garrosh was suddenly pulled from his seat, the clamps clanged off his wrists and he was dragged from the room as he roared and swung his fists, trying to force Pete to release him. He was suddenly escorted back into the colorful house and several of the prisoners, already dressed in their pajamas stopped to watch as the orc was dragged up the stairs again and the metal door opened and he was pulled into a darker room.

"It's time for your daily session." Pete said as he flipped a few switches, and the door shut, leaving the room completely pitch black. Garrosh felt another pair of hands grab him in the dark and he was forced to sit down. A cold large clamp pressed itself against his temples as smaller metal ones were put into his eyes to keep them from closing.

"Wh-what is this?" He asked.

"Oh, don't worry Garry, we'll have you fixed in no time!" Sweet's voice sounded as a bright blue light filled the room, and Garrosh found himself staring into the lens of a device situated just a few inches away. Unable to move his head, a small beam of blue light struck the center of his forehead, and what sounded like an old projector reel sounded up.

Instantly, Garrosh could see images in the lens, cute animals bouncing around, speaking wordlessly in an animated cartoon that went on and on. Scenery changed around it, but it remained a heinous, frightening level of cuteness that made Garrosh sick. Eventually, his objections settled some as he continued to struggle, the images just would not leave his mind, the idea of being like these creatures felt more and more natural.

The evening had fallen into night by the time the reel ended. Garrosh was falling asleep at the projector, and gently Sweet lifted him and took him to his room. "Why... are you doing this to me?" He whispered as she settled him down into his bed.

"Sleep, Garry." She said, patting him on the head. "We've only just begun on your recovery."

She quietly left the room, but there was a brilliant light that filled the room like it was still sunny outside when she departed. Garrosh turned over again and again, but no matter how tired he was, the brightness wouldn't let him sleep.

"Shh, you'll get her to come back if you don't be still!" One of his bunkmates warned.

"Why is it so bright in here?" He asked. "I can't hope to get any sleep."

"It's like this place." The voice responded. "You've just got to let it happen, and you'll be a lot better off."

Eventually Garrosh did end up falling asleep, but his stomach still rumbled with an uneasy hunger.

As the following days went by slowly, Garrosh began to settle into the routine that Pete and Sweet had laid out for him, and each night, the bunny suit began to get harder and harder to peel off so he could bathe. Garrosh even managed to choke down helpings of the all-vegetable meals he was fed, even though he nearly vomited it up several times, and he began to develop tentative friendships with the other prisoners who shared the home with him. And each night, he was strapped down to be fed images from the projector. Every time it was different, but all still the same levels of cuteness.

"Nnngh." He groaned one morning, after almost a month of being in this world, he wakened to find that day had crawled up on him and the others that shared his bunk were already gone. Garrosh rolled over and felt his tummy slide along the soft blanket. The orc had become one with his outfit, his thick muscle had worn away to a chubby, pudgy-cheeked form that was almost completely unrecognizable from its former glory. Even his orc-like tusks had worn down and his upper teeth had grown down over his lower lip instead. He could hear his name being called from downstairs, and his long bunny ears twitched with the recognition. "Whaaaat?" He whined down the stairs. "I'm tuckered out! I don't wanna come downstairs!" He whined.

"Oh come on down stairs, Garry. We've got a surprise for you!" Pete said cheerfully as he came up into the room and nudged at the orc's bed. "I think you're gonna like it!"

Garrosh yawned widely and looked up at Pete, rubbing his eyes. "What? What is it?" He asked as he took Pete's extended hand and hopped out of his bed.

"Well, we know you've had a hard time since you've moved in, Garry. And it's definitely not been easy. But you've made so much progress that we've got a surprise for you." Pete explained as they started down the stairs.

"SURPRISE!" All the voices downstairs, led by Sweet's highest pitched voice made Garrosh jump in shock as they all stood with streamers and party blowers. A shower of confetti shot up at the orc who couldn't help but smile cheerfully at the sight.

"We figured what better to make you feel welcomed and loved more than any-gosh-darn-thing else than a surprise birthday!" He announced happily.

"But... but it's not even my birthday." Garrosh said.

"It doesn't matter, sweetie." Sweet giggled and skipped over to him, holding up a chocolate cupcake with a single candle in it. "Birthdays can happen anytime!"

"And to top it off, your friend Brodi is coming by later to check on your progress!" Pete said excitedly. "You might be getting out today, little man!"

"Really?" Garrosh asked as he pondered. "Brodi... Brodi, that name sounds familiar."

"Well, it doesn't matter! I just hope we've done a good job of helping you see the love in all things!"

"Oh, I have!" Garrosh answered happily. "If I go back, I'm going to right all the wrongs my kind has done and make my world a better place!"

Sylvanas' hands slammed down on the table. "WHAT?!" She roared angrily. "You expect to bring that fool back to this world? We've gotten rid of that trash, leave him in the dump we sent him to!"

Thrall crossed his arms and remained silent as Vol'jin paced back and forth. "We agreed 'dat we give Hellscream a chance ta reform." He said. "Ta send him to a world where his evil ways would be reprimanded in a most intolerable level."

"Yes. But that was a thorn out of our side." She said angrily. "I can't believe you really want to bring him back."

"It is not your decision to make." Thrall said finally. "Vol'jin was presented with the idea and he agreed with it. We all voted that it would be in the Horde's best interest to try and reform him."

"You can try to train a snake to not strike, but it doesn't mean his fangs contain no venom." Sylvanas said. "This is a terrible idea."

"Look, I hate to side with the dead chick on this. But I kinda agree with her." Gallywix said. "Garrosh was a bad guy, and we all know that bad guys don't prosper well around here..." Everyone glared at him. "What?" He asked innocently.

The door to the room burst open and in barrelled a powerful burst of wind as Baine Bloodhoof entered the chambers. His fur was ragged and ruffled, and his eyes were red like he'd been crying.

"Baine! What news do you bring?" Thrall asked.

"I am sorry for the delay." He said, stifling a snicker. "I just--just had to keep myself from laughing so hard that I'd keel over and die from a heart attack."

"So is it true?" Sylvanas asked. "Has Garrosh Hellscream returned to Azeroth?"

Baine snorted a quick laugh. "No, not Garrosh. "Garry" has returned."

"THRALL!" Garrosh let out a burst of excitement as he barrelled across the courtyard and wrapped his arms around the smaller orc. "Oh it's been so long, it's so good to see you!" He bounced giddily from his left to his right foot before giving Thrall an unexpected kiss on the cheek.

"Garrosh!" Thrall shouted as he pushed the orc off of him.

Indeed, Garrosh had changed drastically. Many of the features that made him an orc no longer existed, his tusks were about half the size they had been when he left. His eyes were a bright blue instead of their typical amber gold color. His cheeks were rounder as well as his body which had lost the stature of his formerly muscular, raw orccish frame. And he carried the weight of confusion with a strangely innocent expression as he stepped back and looked at the others.

"What in the hell is the matter with you?" Thrall asked, observing the other orc. "What happened to you there?"

Garrosh gasped loudly. "Oh, you said a naughty word." He exclaimed. "You know when Pete heard a naughty word he made you put a piece of candy in a jar for curse words." He said. "You say too many and you didn't even get desert."

"Is... is he for real?" Sylvanas asked.

"Oh, Sylvanas. It's good to see you too. You know, you've always been a pretty lady, if you weren't a corpse we could have been the bestest of friends right now!" He said.

"Fuck. You." Sylvanas sneered angrily at him, inciting another loud gasp from the orc.

"Brodi, wha' happened to him?" Vol'jin asked. "Ya were supposed ta reform him, not turn him into dis--dis... mockery."

"Oh, Volgy. Brodi didn't do anything." Garrosh waved his hand and giggled. "He just helped me see what kind of a life I was missing out on! You know, I'm still trying to get used to going potty." He put a hand over his lips. "It's all different now that I've got a pee-pee again..."

"A pee pee?" Vol'jin raised an eyebrow. "What've ya done, Brodi? Ya regressed'm to not'in more than a child!"

"No, no." Brodi waved his hand. "He's not a child, he's just... recaptured his innocence." He explained. "Dat orc not gonna try to overthrow da Horde now."

"No. He'll just be here to make a mockery of us." Sylvanas said, crossing her arms.

"Oh, no." Garrosh said waving his hands as he put his arms, one around each Vol'jin and Thrall's shoulders. "No, we're going to repaint the Horde." He said, dancing a bit between them. "We'll show the Alliance what sunshine and happiness can do to an orc who's seen the light. No more killing, no more hurting little cute animals, it'll be a whole new world for us!"

"No, Garrosh." Thrall said. "We strive to develop a mutual tolerance with the Alliance, but they are still our enemy."

"If we show 'dem any sort'a weakness, we gonna be dead." Vol'jin admitted. "As... pure an innocent ya ways of t'inking are, dey aren't the right sort'a t'inking we need right now.

"Oh, I don't know." Sylvanas said sarcastically. "Maybe we can cut our losses, slice Garrosh open and string him over the Orgrimmar gates. Would you like that "Garry"?" She smirked.

"No. I certainly would not." Garrosh answered. "That also sounds very violent and scary. I don't want to do that."

"Violent and scary?" Vol'jin repeated. "What 'da hell happened to ya in dis other world, Garrosh?"

"N-nothing!" Garrosh answered, looking at the others. "Nothing happened."

"Why don't you prove it?" Sylvanas asked. "Why don't you call me a self centered, self serving bitch that should return to the Undercity and fuck myself?"

Garrosh gasped loudly again. "Oh, you know I can't say that! That's rude!" He exclaimed. "You shouldn't use those words either, they're naughty."

"AHAHAHA!" Sylvanas finally cracked and began to laugh.

"Wh-what's so funny?" Garrosh asked.

"Oh, that's nothing." Baine said with a chuckle. "When he returned, he said he was hungry, so I offered him a boar flank I'd been preparing, he vomitted on the cooking fire and put it out!" He too began to burst out laughing.

"No. Stop laughing." Garrosh frowned. "I just haven't eaten meat in over a month, I really can't see why we have to hurt all these fluffy animals for food when we've can have--"

"What? Boatloads of candy?" Gallywix joined in, poking Garrosh's well exposed tummy as he started laughing. "Or should I say "ass loads"? AHAHA!"

"Haa!" Brodi added in, but got a scathing look from the troll leader. "S-sorry."

"Brodi, why is Garrosh not actin' anythin' like himself?"

Brodi frowned. "Well, the spell was to transport 'im to a world dat would terrify 'im out of his mind, it's a means of reforming him psychologically. I mean it's really not very real of a reality either." He said. "More of a mental t'ing. I guess da world it formed was completely innocent an' lovin' and... really destroyed his mind rather den open it."

"My mind is not destroyed!" Garrosh insisted, putting his fists on his hips. "I just happen to think this world is too dark and I just want to lighten it up a little. Pete and Sweet--"

"Garry..." Brodi sighed and put a hand on the orc's shoulder. "Pete'n Sweet ain' real, mon. Dey jus' a figment of your imagination, like da world ya been in for a month. Ya didn't exist anywhere, on dis world or on no other."

"Then how was I alive, mister smarty pants?" Garrosh asked.

"Ya were just suspended between da worlds, mon. Like you were asleep. Ya back now, Garrosh, don't make a mess outta it."

"I don't... I don't understand." Garrosh said, putting his hands on his head. He frowned at his laughing comrades. "Stop laughing at me!" He said, the tears welling up in his eyes. "I don't want to be laughed at!" He roared angrily as he punched Sylvanas, making her fall to the ground, he kicked Gallywix in the stomach, and then threw himself on top of Baine. "RAAAAAAAAHHHH!" He screamed unintelligibly as he ranted off angry words that he'd long forgotten. The look of surprise on Baine's face, and the sudden silence made him pull his hands back. He whimpered and climbed off of Baine's chest and backed away as the others glared at him now. "I--I don't..." Quickly, he grabbed the pouch from Brodi and ran.

"After him!" He heard Vol'jin shout and he turned to see that the leaders of the Horde, with the exception of Theron who was absent, were suddenly after him.

Dipping his hand into the pouch, Garrosh began to dig for the familiar crystal that had sent him to the other world in the first place. By the time he'd passed through Orgrimmar's gates and made his way onto the sands of Durotar, he pulled the stone from the pouch. Clutching it in his hand, he quickly reached in for the fork that was used to break the first one, if he couldn't live in this world like he was, he'd rather return to the comfort of his bunny suit and the new, pleasant world where nobody killed anyone, and nobody ever cussed, and where he didn't have these erotic urges that constantly lurched his cock against his pants. He whimpered desperately searching the bag until finally he pulled the fork out.

Running up the rocks over the flooded Thunder Ridge, he dropped the pouch and accidentally the tuning fork went flying. He stopped at the edge of the river and turned around to see that Brodi was behind him. He picked up the fork and stared at him. "Ya really gonna go back dere?" He asked. "Rather live in a world dat horrified ya den return to face da one you terrified yaself?"

"I... I didn't mean to..." Garrosh frowned. "I don't belong in this world anymore." He said. "Maybe I never did. But right now, I'd rather be there than here."

"One t'ing ya gotta remember, Garrosh." He said, tossing the tuning fork to the orc who deftly caught it. "Da more times ya escape ta somethin' else like dis... the harder it is for ya to return. Ya be sure before you tap dat crystal, dat you might neva' return."

Garrosh paused and looked at the shiny crystal in his hand as it flickered and vibrated against his skin. "Thanks, Brodi." He said at last. "It's probably best for everyone." He said as he struck the crystal, and leaped from the rocky cliff, suddenly vanishing into a flash of white just before he struck the water, leaving only a ripple to crawl across the dead-still pond. Brodi frowned as the others finally caught up with him.

"Did he go back?" Thrall asked.

"Mebbe..." Brodi answered.

"Whacha mean?" Vol'jin asked.

"I mean, I'm not sure where Garrosh ended up." Brodi explained. "Da crystal is meant to reform him by sendin' him to a world where 'is personality is altered by the denizens. Now dat was the same magic, an' the same spell... but I'm not sure if it'd send him back to da same place."

"Hmm. I see." Baine said. "So, he could have been sent to a world of torture for all things... like him."

"Well, it's nice to think about him getting his just deserts." Sylvanas said. "Either way, at least he's out of our hair."

"How long will he be gone this time?" Thrall asked.

Brodi shrugged. "He took 'da tunin' fork wit' him that activates those portals." He said. "So we got no way to get him back, unless he uses it to return on his own."

"Well. For what it's worth, even if he didn't get back to where he wanted to go, he's probably going to torture whatever realm he ends up in if he's actin' like that." Gallywix said with a smug grin.

"For his sake. I hope he's returned to some place he can be happy." Thrall said.

THE END