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A/N - @ego-16 i know i sent an ask but like. I had to write the full thing it was such a good idea. @chartlana @arkfeather @bastard-safe tagging yall too
Mythology was very much content, lying in one of the gardens' open fields, playing Dungeons and Dragons with his best friends, Soda-Pop, Hunter, and Tree, along with his beloved Morbid. Although, personally Myth thought it was a bad day for Tree to be the DM, because Soda-Pop seemed set on going absolutely insane.
'I wanna steal the super dangerous diadem!' Soda-Pop signed, grinning like a madman. The crown in question belonged to an ancient warlock that had apparently been super evil, and the king had wanted their crew to go get her crown for him to destroy. But since there were rumours of how powerful the crown was...
"Okay fine," Tree crossed his arms. "You grab the diadem. In seconds, arrows imbued with poison begin to fly towards you from the statues above. Roll for dexterity, anything below 10 means you get hit."
Soda-Pop tossed the dice to the ground. A nine.
"An arrow slices through the air and grazes your arm," Tree threw him the dice. "Okay you idiot now roll for constitution!"
Soda-Pop glared at the dice as it landed on a four.
"Congrats, you're down to one health and no one has a spare healing spell! What the hell are you gonna do with that diadem anyways?"
'Idea,' Hunter signed. 'Put it on.'
"Dude, isn't the diadem like, cursed or something?" Morbid asked.
'Bold of you to assume my bard has any braincells! I put it on!' Soda-Pop smirked.
"A painful, sickly green and burning crimson gas immediately surrounds you the second the diadem touches your head. It seeps into your body through every place possible. For a split second, nothing happens as the last of the gas is absorbed. Then your body is overcome with black, sticky tentacles that drip with a clear, gooey slime. The tentacles spring from the ground and begin to wrap around your body, raising it above the ground and trapping you. The slime begins to eat through your clothes, and one tentacle is thrusted into your mouth, spilling a hot, yet shockingly delicious, thick liquid into your stomach."
"Oh my god," Morbid started giggling. "Is this going where I think it's going?"
Soda-Pop was gaping at the suggestion, incapable of signing anything at all.
"Oh-ho-ho-hooo you wanted to put on the diadem now you're gonna experiance firsthand why the king really wants it!" A playfully dark grin spread across Tree's face as he continued. Or, he tried to.
Hunter frantically grabbed Myth's arm and pointed behind the naga. Right at the end of his tail, a person, covered head to toe in Rust, whipped out a gun. They didn't get the chance to use it, however, as Myth's instincts kicked in.
He flicked his tail, sending the poor Factory associate flying through the air. Myth gasped, his hand immediately moving to cover his mouth. Slowly, he turned to look at his friends and boyfriend, still shocked. For a few seconds, they only stared.
Then, Hunter's chest began shaking, and he collapsed, unable to hold himself up. Was he-was he laughing? Soon, they were all laughing, giggly over the hilariously Looney Toons-like event.
'I can't believe,' Hunter managed to sign through his giggling. 'You just it was like wap and then off they go into the sky!'
"Babe," Morbid grasped his boyfriend's face and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "God, you are hilarious!"