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Another day, another death. X was chasing after some other soul in a vessel to torment, leaving you...alone. You decided to explore around. X's world was kind of expansive anyways. It seemed like forever until you come across another spot, but this time, it's not so out of place.
It was a beach ahead, and a wide view of his Green Hill. You could see most palm trees, hills, mountains, and probably Scrap Brain in the distance. Pretty nice view. However, the only thing that was out of place, was a beach chair. Did X come to relax here after a good killing? Maybe. Maybe not.
You thought it was a good ole' time to sit your ass down on that chair. The chair did look quite cozy, a range in color, and you got a nice view of his dreaded yellow realm anyways.
As soon as you plopped down, Scrrrrrrtch.
Thorns. You got thorned.
You couldn't scream, only writhe in agony as the chair of thorns dragged you deeper into them, the sharp ends piercing your muscles. Blood from your backside spurted down onto the structure, some dribbling down to the grains of sand.
Lord X appeared beside your convulsing form and started cackling, "You really thought I was busy with some other matters to handle? Mute one, that was a hallucination."
For a few solid seconds, X gazed down at you, his red eyes then drifting down to the blood painting the chair.
"Isn't this view nice," he questions. You couldn't answer. Next thing you feel, is X's hand placed upon yours. He yanks your hand out of the thorns; your hand shakes, and you ball it in a shock of pain. Blood runs down from the hole in your palm to his wrist, then to his arm.
Suddenly, everything you felt was gone. The 'beach chair', gone as well, except for the blood on X.
You stumble back a bit, trying to rebalance yourself from the shock of your previous hurting body. X kept a firm hold on your hand as you did so.
"Would you like to go for a swim," he questions. Well...He doesn't look like the swimming type, that's for sure, but, he is a void demon beyond your comprehension, so...maybe?
You still saw that the water was nice...well...in standards of his world at least. 'Why not?' You thought. A swim did sound nice right about now. You nod to him.
Without another word, X leads you to shore, his wrinkled gray shoes leaving prints in the sand. Once at shore, he lets go of your hand, "How about you go first," he offers, gesturing a gloved hand out to the lake. You step forth, and peer into the water, noticing that X wasn't in the reflection anymore. Before you could even do anything, X pushes you into the lake.
CRUNCHHH.
You land face first, on thorns.
All you heard was a sigh of disappointment. "Tsk, tsk," he ticks, shaking his head in disapproval. His back now turned to you, he floats over to the now present beach chair, the coziest beach chair you saw from earlier, then sat down in it.
"And here I thought you were less gullible than Alan," he compares, before spawning a glass of your lung juice from the day before, sipping on it through straw. He watches your stabbed form...presumably for hours.
(Here's my art of Lord X at the end of the story. Thank you Maghinez for the idea! And thank you for reading!)
