ahahaha i'm starting on a trend ig
content: the labyrinth, graphic depictions of violence, amputation, mentions of cannibalism, mind break
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The fireys were a chaotic entity. They never considered you as anything more than a feeding to the hallow in their cores. You were human. Powerful. You had to be! After all, she was... and did they have a grudge for you to bear and would they hold you to it. They didn't want you. They wanted merely power over you.
It's against the rules to throw other people's heads
But a limb wasn't a head... They were just a raucous group of fun lovers but after the bordering limits of the labyrinth's precarious magic had waivered they became twisted to something out of a darker place. Violent fun that limited only after seeing blood from whomever enters their clearing was common place. They had become much crueler than even the worst troupes of goblins who abused a massive beast with fanging biters on sticks.
Upon recognizing you as the head-attached embodiment of what they've obsessed for revenge over, they immediately dismember you. Their 'childish' want for a payback from way back has you stuck between the group of five with nothing but their realizing that you will die if they don't stop the bleeding to save your newly amputized self. Like their name suggests, the fireys have a pyro talent and the somewhat 'leader' of the group uses his burning palms to sear your open wounds shut.
You won't die... yet. Things may get worse - they definitely won't get better - and you are stuck, forced to participate in dusturbingly cruel games of tossing limbs and being forced to eat all kinds of monstrous gruel. You try to think of ways to escape before your own 13 hours are up but go near insane when you realize that you are trapped. Even if you were to get to the castle of the goblin king - he even said that you were never to leave him... and you ate from here. You ate the food of the fireys... in a way... you belonged to them now.
And so you lose yourself, growing accustomed to living with nothing below what once were your elbows and knees, tossing the bones that once held your own flesh as you joined in their psychopathic bloody games of biting and gorish delight. Even though your skin was still human, your mind had melted in your skull from the heat and you had become all of what a firey is and one day... you would take off your own head like the other fireys always tell you to do.