It is quiet in the void, as per usual. But quiet is boring, isn't it? No, this won't do. New ideas aren't flowing into my mind quite as smoothly as usual. I need to find something interesting, inspiration, new faces, new stories.
I wonder how Dream is doing.
Oh shit- why would he tell Sam of all people about me?!
A heavy sigh rang across the void.
Time to meet a new enemy.
Author stepped into one of the empty low-level prison cells. Only one entrance. Perfect. They closed the portal behind them with a swish of one of their hands.
How do you activate the emergency siren again?
The god summoned their weapon, a giant metallic spear and then proceeded to slam it into the obsidian wall, making a hole the size of a watermelon in it with ease.
- @write-like-its-goin-out-of-style aka Author. Coming here straight from @err0r-t4ken 's blog hehe
*The Warden raised his head and picked up some gear as soon as he heard the alarm go off, his quick steps echoeing through the prison.*
"What the hell did he do now.."
*He grumbled as he ran throughout the corridors. Once he reached the complimentary cells, he halted as he saw the god standing in one of the rooms, a look of shock creeping on his face.*
*He quickly pearled towards the cell and opened the door, trident raised in a defensive stance.*
"You, who the hell are you and how did you get in here."