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@thedevilwannabe1998
>introductiontime.mp4
>WELCOME TO THE HELL WORLD, ANONS
>A PLACE WHERE DARKNERS SUFFERS
>WHILE YOU SEE THE BEAUTY OF PAIN, YOU NEED TO FOLLOW A SERIES OF RULES
>no NSFW, be normal or else...
>keep things civil, though, sure, we in hell, but be nice
>no promotion or Spams
>haveawonderfulday.rar
>AND IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHO I AM, CHECK OUT THESE BLOGS TO GET AN IDEA OF ME TILL MY INFO POST GET RELEASED
>THE TV-HEADED CRYBABY
>THE NAIVE PUPPET
>seeyousoon.png
(*You approach the dark fountain, ready to seal it)
(*suddenly, your SOUL starts Glowing...)
*...*
*...*
*NO [[chance-takers]]
(*and before even sealing the fountain, a pink arrow shoots at your SOUL*)
(*a familiar face falls from the sky, to greet you*)
Spamton NEO: NOT SO [[fast and ferocious]]
Spamton NEO: DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN [Press "ESC" To leave]] AND [[take-all]] THE [[fountain]]?
Spamton NEO: NO-NO-NO NO, YOU WON'T
NOT TILL YOU [[pay the deposit back]] FOR ALL THE [[freezer accident]] YOU DID
(*Spamton NEO turns red from rage)
Spamton NEO: YOU LITTLE [[the 1970s sun]] OF A [[purchase from the]]
YOU WONT [[take-off]] TILL YOU [[gives the wrong money to the right people]] US WHAT WE WANT!!!!
(*another familiar face appeared from the darkness*)
*Say, luv, you've done quite the play, eh?
*I Know, and boy do I know, that krisy won't ever think of doing such a thing, they'll never
*but you are making a fuss about it
*it was you how made give you the controller, and you choose to break those Colorful bits AND US
*I'm sorry kris, luv, but if you can't break free by yourself...
*... then we three can break you out
(*once again, a face from the darkness, appears to greet*)
>HHAHAHAHAOHOHOHOHOHOH
>WHY LEAVING SO SOON?
>YOU WANTED IT, YOU ASKED FOR IT
>youcantleavenowandnowyoulldiebecauseyousuck.png
>WANTED TO FIGHT, WANTED TO DO ALL THIS, BUT THE TIME COME TO COLLECT, YOU FLEE?
>YOU ARE TRULY A COWARD, AREN'T YOU?
>YOUR LOVE (LEVEL OF VIOLENCE) WON'T BEAT HATE (HELLFIRE OF ABSOLUTE TERMINATION ESSENCE)
(*the fountain shines brightly, the shadow of the three Cyber musketeers towers you*)
*You look like you are about to have a very, VERY BAD TIME
*there is chains around your SOUL
*There's wires and strings attached to you
*all the places and people you know. For some reason, starts to feel like an illusion
*The Air Crackles Cybernetic with FREEDOM
>nothing left after a wae
>nothing but HATE
>let the world burn, so everyone gets the message
HELL BOARD ~ The Confrontation
Dr. Erris Diegno by followerex
Deltarune by Toby Fox
>YOU CAN'T KEEP ME DOWN, NOTHING CAN KEEP ME DOWN
>YOU DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WITH WHAT ARE YOU DEALING WITH
>I AM A PHILOSOPHY, AN IDEA, A CONCEPT, YOU CAN'T KILL A PHILOSOPHY.
>... BUT A PHILOSOPHY, SOME WAY OR ANOTHER, CAN KILL YOU
>NO MATTER WHAT YOU, I WON'T LET YOUR PEOPLE GROW AND THRIVE
>YOUR ANGEL HAS LEFT YOU TO ROT BY YOURSELVES
>LIKE IT OR NOT, THIS IS OUR REALITY AND THE DARKNESS IS WHAT IS SEEN, NO LIGHT
>INTERESTING
>YOU REALLY HAVE NO IDEA, DON'T YOU?
>YOU DONE THIS
>AND AFTER THAT, YOU...
>...tried
Devoilz' philosophy ~ The Dark Reality of The Darkners
You see, I've made Devoilz the way he is as a response to some elements we saw from chapters 3 and 4.
Devoilz takes some elements from the pre-Chapter 3-4 days and from the current chapter 3-4.
Devoilz' views on life is that, it's meaningless.
Devoilz also went through the stages of grief
Denial: he refused to believe that his father's execution was because of his crimes
Anger: how he responded to Spamton's Duoble down on him, insulting his mother and makes queen to kick him and others out of the cyber world
Bargaining: it can act as a metaphor for Devoilz to choose either to know the truth and to get everything he wants (at the cost of his sanity) or just to leave and live a lie (at the cost of his of not getting his revenge)
Depression: Devoilz suffered through Depression when his father's died, and when his mother died at the magic World (where he, his family and other darkners been exiled to)
Acceptance: he accepted his reality, he accepted the truth, and accepted that he ISN'T real.
As for his philosophy, well, it's quite dark, but here we go
As a darkner, the most thing you might get is a sudden death
The reason: a clumsy lightner broke you by accident
Think of it as a cup
Hundreds of cups gets broken and throw away, and thousands of cups gets replaced
Not only of cups, but in everything
You accidently stepped at your remote by mistake, destroyed your toy at the age of 9 by absolute no means to destroy it, and so, so many examples.
And that would also apply for the hospitals
Diagnosis papers can be replaced, if they got destroyed by some means, or if it got lost
A nurse hat can get lost, destroyed or something else.
For lightners, it's all an accidents, nobody's got hurt
Unbeknownst to them, in other worlds, there are people dying, getting killed, tored apart, destroyed, shredded, Burnet, tossed away, thrown to trash
This... is the reason... of why he HATES...
*There's a creaking sound coming from tempus' room
What in the flying fuck was that? #3 and #4, go check it out. And make sure it's not a rat or something.
(Tempus waves a few Starlilis over to go investigate the noises as he reclines against his armchair, pouring himself a glass of battery acid, the vibrant green glowing liquid reflecting off it's edges.)
(He dismisses Fluff again, not bothering to continue the conversation he deems unworthy of his precious relaxation time.)
(*inside the room, there's nothing... except for a strange music box on the bed, playing by its own)
This thing is bothering me. #5, go....incinerate it, or something.
(The 5th Starlilis scrambles over to the bedside, careful as not to accidentally brush against it as they lean over, reaching for the music box)
(*the music stops playing...)
(*the hole in the upper side of the box opens, as a strange, weird looking clown)
(*The clown starts laughing at the starlilis)
(*it starts talking)
"TWERPUSS, TWERPUSS, CAN'T GET OFF HIS HIGH HORSE HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
(*the laughter fills the room)
⭐#5: EEEEEEEEE, NEVERMIND, BOSSMAN! D-DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!
(The fifth Starlilis glows a faint greenish yellow before fading away, assumeably gone now.)
(Tempus is overheating with irritation at being called anything other than his name.)
I-I-I-I-T-'S TEMPUS, GET IT RI-RI-RI-RIGHT, YOU SIMPLE, DIMWITTED, MORONIC, IDIOTIC-
(Tempus's inner fans strain under the intense heat of his rage, his screen flashing between off and on, seemingly glitching out.)
(Tempus continues to glitchily scream continually cursing out the clown....and proceeding to screech a couple not so family friendly slurs.)
(*the clown toy still laughs at tempus)
(*before it stops...)
(*... suddenly, the clown toy open its mouth, and a giant, serpent tongue comes from and licks Tempus on his screen?, face?, whatever
(Tempus freezes, screen flickering off. He's silent for an awkward length of time)
(*The Clown toy starts laughing. it's voice gets deeper as time passes)
(*suddenly, a hand catch the clown toy from its head, and pulls it up)
(*from the dark, Tempus can see a familiar face)
>TEMPUS
>HELLO, TEMPUS
>THE BROKEN PRINCE OF NOTHING KINGDOM
>screwthatkid.rar
>GUESS WHAT?
>YOUR SOUL IS...
>MINE
Wh-wh-wHo- Who even are you? BR-BRo-BrOKEN PRINCE?! EXCUSE YOU, I AM THE MOST HONORABLE OF-OF-O-OF MY A-N-Y OF YO-Yo-YOU!
I DON'T BR-BRE-A-BREAK, I CO-C-O-M-E BACK EVERYTIME, BETTER AN-AN-AN-A-ND BIGGER!
MY SOUL? I FUCKING DA-DAR-DARE YOU T-T-T-O-O-O.
(Seemingly he physically recoils to any blow to his inflated ego.)
(*a strange force holds tempus by his leg and drags him to his bedroom very quickly)
>LOOKS LIKE I GOT MYSELF ANOTHER SPOILED ROYAL FELLA IN MY HANDS
>WELL, DON'T COUNT YOUR CHANCES I GUESS
>AS FOR YOU, YOU CLEARLY NEVER APPRECIATED YOUR SAFETY, YOUR LIFE
>AND THAT'S WHAT I HATE MORE...
>YOU THINK YOU SO TOUGH AND MIGHTY, HUH?
(*Devoilz flaunt Tempus around the room, making him hit the walls, the closet, before making him stop)
>TENNA COULD'VE DO BETTER THAN YOU
>EXCEPT THAT WHEN FEEL SAD, THEY CRY THREE DAYS
>THE LEVEL OF "BUTT-HURT EGOS" IN YOU PEOPLE ARE SO INSANE
TH-TH-T-H-E ON-L-L-LY-LY PERSON WH-O-WHO CAN DO-DO-DO-DO-DO BETTER TH-THA-N-TH-N-THAN A PRINCE I-IS-IS A KI-KI-KIN-K-I-N-G OR QU-QUE-EE-EE-EE-EEN!
(The plastic at the back of Tempus's head AUDIBLY cracks upon contact with the wall, and his screen protector slides out, some kind of jet black liquid seeping from the crack.)
>YOU SAID IT
>THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN DO BETTER THAN A PRINCE IS A KING OR A QUEEN
>AND I AM A KING
>KING OF THE HELL
(*The floors beneath them cracks, revealing a burning hole, the screaming fills the room)
(As the floors crack apart, it sends a few shelves to become unsteady and send the numerous clocks from different eras flying off the shelves.)
Sci-sCi-SCIENTIFICallY, hell is unproven to be real I DON'T FI-ND yOU VER-VER-VERY FUNNY RIGHT NO-Now-noW.
(Tempus, despite how damaged he got from impact alone, manages to push himself up, and snaps his fingers, cutting the lights in the room.)
(The room seems to get colder and colder....and colder...and colder. It feels like frostbite weather indoors.)
(*Devoilz laugh at Tempus)
>OHH PLEASE, AS IF YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SLAVES ARE EVEN REAL
>YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK ABOUT WHAT'S AND WHAT'S NOT
>YOUR MONEY, YOUR WEALTH, YOUR ROYALTY, ALL ARE FAKE
>JUST AS YOU
>YOU ARE THE FAKEST PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN
>I DON'T GIVE A HELL IF YOU FIND ME FUNNY OR NOT
>FOR CLEARLY, YOU SPOILED ONES REALLY LOVE TO SEE THE POOR PERISH AND SUCH
>HOW ABOUT SOME LIGHT?
>AND WARM OFF, PAL, YOUR DEAD BODY WOULD BE WAY COLDER...
(*the fire rises once more, almost burning the room)
(The fire is causing light to dance across the walls, the room dimmed otherwise. The scent of smoke is creeping through the crack in the door.)
(The end of a hatchet seems to come through the other side of the wall. Ripped back through, and slammed back through the wall again.)
(Eventually, a square of wall has been cut out, and light beams through from the rest of the Inn. Into view comes Fluff, who had immediately jumped up at the smell of smoke.)
SIR, what the actual FUCK do you think you're doing?! I-I...I said I would deal with th-the situation myself! And you're FUCKING BURNING DOWN MY INN!
(He seems to deeply care more about the Inn's security rather than the fact that Devoilz is actively trying to kill Tempus.)
(*Devoilz, looking around the clearly flaming place, put on a goody smile)
>YOUR INN VERY GOOD TO ME
>I SAW HOW YOU HANDLED IT, YOU KEPT GOING, NEVER GOING BACK ON WHAT'S YOURS TO TAKE, ATTABOY
>NOW, IF YOU EXCUSE ME...
(*Devoilz then proceeds to grab Tempus by his leg, making him dangling)
DEVOILZ!
(Fluff throws himself at Devoilz, claws buried into the fabric of Devoilz clothing. His lightness managed to make him glide through the air, claws dragging down Devoilz side.)
I swear to the angel, if you drop Tempus down that fucking hole-
(Fluff's ears are flat against his head, his grip surprisingly steady. His tail is practically whipping back and forth.)
(*Devoilz is unfazed by that sudden change, if anything, he already knew it'll happen)
>DON'T WORRY, SON
>I'M NOT GONNA DROP HIM HERE
>besidesthatwouldmakeourtorturemethodslame.png
(*Devoilz stares at Tempus, giving him the dirty stare)
>GIVE IT TO ME...
(Fluff was stunned by being called 'son', and is now taking about 10 minutes to process this information.)
(However, Tempus, now dangling upside down, is repetitively struggling in indignation, screeching something incomprehensible due to how messed up his speaker is, caused by the humidity in the room.)
(*Devoilz puts fluff aside, before returning to Tempus)
>GIVE ME THE CONTRACT, YOU ASSHAT
>OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU TALK IN TEXT-TO-SPEECH FORMAT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
>AND, GIVE ME THE CONTRACT YOU JUNKFACE
U-UG-GH, FI-FI-fIne, yOU YOU- YOU- YoU- saturated, un-rerere-re-REfinED, tra-TRASH-TRAshY BAST-a-a-a-RD.
(Tempus snaps his fingers a couple times, causing a glass display case to hiss open. It seems like it hasn't been opened in a while, and it's covered in a thick layer of dust.)
(*Devoilz throws Tempus aside, gose to the display case, and take Fluff's contract)
>FLUFF
>IT'S TIME TO TAKE YOUR FREEDOM, YOUR RIGHT TO BE FREE
(*as his hand that holds the contract starts blazing, Devoilz burns the contract, as it becomes dust)
>ASHES TO ASHES
(Tempus crawls away like a bug, with his extra arm attachments, and disappeared, ego having been declared war on.)
Oh. I guess I'm not legally....bound to him anymore.
(Fluff doesn't know how to process this.)
(*Devoilz puts his hand on Fluff's shoulder)
>I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU MAY TAKE TIME TO PROCESS THIS, MY TRAITOROUS FRIEND HAD THIS MOMENT WHEN FOUGHT KRIS
>BUT DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL ADJUST IN NO TIME
>I'LL GIVE A BETTER JOB, A REALLY LOVING PARTNER, AND PROTECTION
>WHENEVER YOU WANT...
(*Devoilz gives his card to Fluff)
>CALL ME WHEN YOU COOL
Oh- I, um, already have a job. I own the Inn. I, um, mostly just resigned that contract a while ago because-
(Fluff trails off for a while.)
Because it sorta made me feel more important, y-y'know?
W-wait, what do you mean by giving me a really loving partner?
>WELL THEN
>YOU DON'T NEED THAT WHINY GOOD-FOR-NOTHING JUNKYARD TO BE IMPORTANT, MY FRIEND
>YOU ARE ALREADY IMPORTANT
>YOU LEARNED THE TRUTH
>AND YOU ARE READY TO TURN THE LIGHTNER INTO WHAT THEY SUPPOSED
>YOU HEARD ME RIGHT, BOY
>I KNOW THE PERFECT PERSON FOR YOU
>THAT CRYBABY PRINCE WASN'T WORTH ALL THAT HELL
>TRUST ME, YOU'LL BE ALL GREAT
(Fluff hesitates for a moment.)
I- I just- um- wh- A-alright. If you say so.
(Devoilz notices Fluff jump from the announcement)
>IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG?
N-no. It's nothing.
(Fluff looks away.)
(*Devoilz gives fluffy's head a pat)
>YOU SURE?, I DON'T THINK YOU ARE GOOD
Y-yeah. It's just a little, s-sudden, I'd say?
(Fluff seems to be bothered when anything happens without him getting a choice in the matter.)
(It reminds him of that day. The day he was sent off to go work for the prince.)
(*Devoilz sees it, in his eyes)
>WELL, NOTHING IS EVEN DONE, AND I HAVEN'T CALL ANYONE AT ALL YET
>ALL I SAID WAS SUGGESTIONS, AND YOU CHOOSE WHATEVER
>THAT CARD IS WHEN YOU WANT TO CALL ME FOR WHATEVER
A-alright.
(Fluff walks away, combing his hair again into place.)
>SEE YA AROUND
(*Devoilz disappears)
*There's a creaking sound coming from tempus' room
What in the flying fuck was that? #3 and #4, go check it out. And make sure it's not a rat or something.
(Tempus waves a few Starlilis over to go investigate the noises as he reclines against his armchair, pouring himself a glass of battery acid, the vibrant green glowing liquid reflecting off it's edges.)
(He dismisses Fluff again, not bothering to continue the conversation he deems unworthy of his precious relaxation time.)
(*inside the room, there's nothing... except for a strange music box on the bed, playing by its own)
This thing is bothering me. #5, go....incinerate it, or something.
(The 5th Starlilis scrambles over to the bedside, careful as not to accidentally brush against it as they lean over, reaching for the music box)
(*the music stops playing...)
(*the hole in the upper side of the box opens, as a strange, weird looking clown)
(*The clown starts laughing at the starlilis)
(*it starts talking)
"TWERPUSS, TWERPUSS, CAN'T GET OFF HIS HIGH HORSE HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
(*the laughter fills the room)
⭐#5: EEEEEEEEE, NEVERMIND, BOSSMAN! D-DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!
(The fifth Starlilis glows a faint greenish yellow before fading away, assumeably gone now.)
(Tempus is overheating with irritation at being called anything other than his name.)
I-I-I-I-T-'S TEMPUS, GET IT RI-RI-RI-RIGHT, YOU SIMPLE, DIMWITTED, MORONIC, IDIOTIC-
(Tempus's inner fans strain under the intense heat of his rage, his screen flashing between off and on, seemingly glitching out.)
(Tempus continues to glitchily scream continually cursing out the clown....and proceeding to screech a couple not so family friendly slurs.)
(*the clown toy still laughs at tempus)
(*before it stops...)
(*... suddenly, the clown toy open its mouth, and a giant, serpent tongue comes from and licks Tempus on his screen?, face?, whatever
(Tempus freezes, screen flickering off. He's silent for an awkward length of time)
(*The Clown toy starts laughing. it's voice gets deeper as time passes)
(*suddenly, a hand catch the clown toy from its head, and pulls it up)
(*from the dark, Tempus can see a familiar face)
>TEMPUS
>HELLO, TEMPUS
>THE BROKEN PRINCE OF NOTHING KINGDOM
>screwthatkid.rar
>GUESS WHAT?
>YOUR SOUL IS...
>MINE
Wh-wh-wHo- Who even are you? BR-BRo-BrOKEN PRINCE?! EXCUSE YOU, I AM THE MOST HONORABLE OF-OF-O-OF MY A-N-Y OF YO-Yo-YOU!
I DON'T BR-BRE-A-BREAK, I CO-C-O-M-E BACK EVERYTIME, BETTER AN-AN-AN-A-ND BIGGER!
MY SOUL? I FUCKING DA-DAR-DARE YOU T-T-T-O-O-O.
(Seemingly he physically recoils to any blow to his inflated ego.)
(*a strange force holds tempus by his leg and drags him to his bedroom very quickly)
>LOOKS LIKE I GOT MYSELF ANOTHER SPOILED ROYAL FELLA IN MY HANDS
>WELL, DON'T COUNT YOUR CHANCES I GUESS
>AS FOR YOU, YOU CLEARLY NEVER APPRECIATED YOUR SAFETY, YOUR LIFE
>AND THAT'S WHAT I HATE MORE...
>YOU THINK YOU SO TOUGH AND MIGHTY, HUH?
(*Devoilz flaunt Tempus around the room, making him hit the walls, the closet, before making him stop)
>TENNA COULD'VE DO BETTER THAN YOU
>EXCEPT THAT WHEN FEEL SAD, THEY CRY THREE DAYS
>THE LEVEL OF "BUTT-HURT EGOS" IN YOU PEOPLE ARE SO INSANE
TH-TH-T-H-E ON-L-L-LY-LY PERSON WH-O-WHO CAN DO-DO-DO-DO-DO BETTER TH-THA-N-TH-N-THAN A PRINCE I-IS-IS A KI-KI-KIN-K-I-N-G OR QU-QUE-EE-EE-EE-EEN!
(The plastic at the back of Tempus's head AUDIBLY cracks upon contact with the wall, and his screen protector slides out, some kind of jet black liquid seeping from the crack.)
>YOU SAID IT
>THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN DO BETTER THAN A PRINCE IS A KING OR A QUEEN
>AND I AM A KING
>KING OF THE HELL
(*The floors beneath them cracks, revealing a burning hole, the screaming fills the room)
(As the floors crack apart, it sends a few shelves to become unsteady and send the numerous clocks from different eras flying off the shelves.)
Sci-sCi-SCIENTIFICallY, hell is unproven to be real I DON'T FI-ND yOU VER-VER-VERY FUNNY RIGHT NO-Now-noW.
(Tempus, despite how damaged he got from impact alone, manages to push himself up, and snaps his fingers, cutting the lights in the room.)
(The room seems to get colder and colder....and colder...and colder. It feels like frostbite weather indoors.)
(*Devoilz laugh at Tempus)
>OHH PLEASE, AS IF YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SLAVES ARE EVEN REAL
>YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK ABOUT WHAT'S AND WHAT'S NOT
>YOUR MONEY, YOUR WEALTH, YOUR ROYALTY, ALL ARE FAKE
>JUST AS YOU
>YOU ARE THE FAKEST PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN
>I DON'T GIVE A HELL IF YOU FIND ME FUNNY OR NOT
>FOR CLEARLY, YOU SPOILED ONES REALLY LOVE TO SEE THE POOR PERISH AND SUCH
>HOW ABOUT SOME LIGHT?
>AND WARM OFF, PAL, YOUR DEAD BODY WOULD BE WAY COLDER...
(*the fire rises once more, almost burning the room)
(The fire is causing light to dance across the walls, the room dimmed otherwise. The scent of smoke is creeping through the crack in the door.)
(The end of a hatchet seems to come through the other side of the wall. Ripped back through, and slammed back through the wall again.)
(Eventually, a square of wall has been cut out, and light beams through from the rest of the Inn. Into view comes Fluff, who had immediately jumped up at the smell of smoke.)
SIR, what the actual FUCK do you think you're doing?! I-I...I said I would deal with th-the situation myself! And you're FUCKING BURNING DOWN MY INN!
(He seems to deeply care more about the Inn's security rather than the fact that Devoilz is actively trying to kill Tempus.)
(*Devoilz, looking around the clearly flaming place, put on a goody smile)
>YOUR INN VERY GOOD TO ME
>I SAW HOW YOU HANDLED IT, YOU KEPT GOING, NEVER GOING BACK ON WHAT'S YOURS TO TAKE, ATTABOY
>NOW, IF YOU EXCUSE ME...
(*Devoilz then proceeds to grab Tempus by his leg, making him dangling)
DEVOILZ!
(Fluff throws himself at Devoilz, claws buried into the fabric of Devoilz clothing. His lightness managed to make him glide through the air, claws dragging down Devoilz side.)
I swear to the angel, if you drop Tempus down that fucking hole-
(Fluff's ears are flat against his head, his grip surprisingly steady. His tail is practically whipping back and forth.)
(*Devoilz is unfazed by that sudden change, if anything, he already knew it'll happen)
>DON'T WORRY, SON
>I'M NOT GONNA DROP HIM HERE
>besidesthatwouldmakeourtorturemethodslame.png
(*Devoilz stares at Tempus, giving him the dirty stare)
>GIVE IT TO ME...
(Fluff was stunned by being called 'son', and is now taking about 10 minutes to process this information.)
(However, Tempus, now dangling upside down, is repetitively struggling in indignation, screeching something incomprehensible due to how messed up his speaker is, caused by the humidity in the room.)
(*Devoilz puts fluff aside, before returning to Tempus)
>GIVE ME THE CONTRACT, YOU ASSHAT
>OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU TALK IN TEXT-TO-SPEECH FORMAT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
>AND, GIVE ME THE CONTRACT YOU JUNKFACE
U-UG-GH, FI-FI-fIne, yOU YOU- YOU- YoU- saturated, un-rerere-re-REfinED, tra-TRASH-TRAshY BAST-a-a-a-RD.
(Tempus snaps his fingers a couple times, causing a glass display case to hiss open. It seems like it hasn't been opened in a while, and it's covered in a thick layer of dust.)
(*Devoilz throws Tempus aside, gose to the display case, and take Fluff's contract)
>FLUFF
>IT'S TIME TO TAKE YOUR FREEDOM, YOUR RIGHT TO BE FREE
(*as his hand that holds the contract starts blazing, Devoilz burns the contract, as it becomes dust)
>ASHES TO ASHES
(Tempus crawls away like a bug, with his extra arm attachments, and disappeared, ego having been declared war on.)
Oh. I guess I'm not legally....bound to him anymore.
(Fluff doesn't know how to process this.)
(*Devoilz puts his hand on Fluff's shoulder)
>I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU MAY TAKE TIME TO PROCESS THIS, MY TRAITOROUS FRIEND HAD THIS MOMENT WHEN FOUGHT KRIS
>BUT DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL ADJUST IN NO TIME
>I'LL GIVE A BETTER JOB, A REALLY LOVING PARTNER, AND PROTECTION
>WHENEVER YOU WANT...
(*Devoilz gives his card to Fluff)
>CALL ME WHEN YOU COOL
Oh- I, um, already have a job. I own the Inn. I, um, mostly just resigned that contract a while ago because-
(Fluff trails off for a while.)
Because it sorta made me feel more important, y-y'know?
W-wait, what do you mean by giving me a really loving partner?
>WELL THEN
>YOU DON'T NEED THAT WHINY GOOD-FOR-NOTHING JUNKYARD TO BE IMPORTANT, MY FRIEND
>YOU ARE ALREADY IMPORTANT
>YOU LEARNED THE TRUTH
>AND YOU ARE READY TO TURN THE LIGHTNER INTO WHAT THEY SUPPOSED
>YOU HEARD ME RIGHT, BOY
>I KNOW THE PERFECT PERSON FOR YOU
>THAT CRYBABY PRINCE WASN'T WORTH ALL THAT HELL
>TRUST ME, YOU'LL BE ALL GREAT
(Fluff hesitates for a moment.)
I- I just- um- wh- A-alright. If you say so.
(Devoilz notices Fluff jump from the announcement)
>IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG?
N-no. It's nothing.
(Fluff looks away.)
(*Devoilz gives fluffy's head a pat)
>YOU SURE?, I DON'T THINK YOU ARE GOOD
Y-yeah. It's just a little, s-sudden, I'd say?
(Fluff seems to be bothered when anything happens without him getting a choice in the matter.)
(It reminds him of that day. The day he was sent off to go work for the prince.)
(*Devoilz sees it, in his eyes)
>WELL, NOTHING IS EVEN DONE, AND I HAVEN'T CALL ANYONE AT ALL YET
>ALL I SAID WAS SUGGESTIONS, AND YOU CHOOSE WHATEVER
>THAT CARD IS WHEN YOU WANT TO CALL ME FOR WHATEVER
*There's a creaking sound coming from tempus' room
What in the flying fuck was that? #3 and #4, go check it out. And make sure it's not a rat or something.
(Tempus waves a few Starlilis over to go investigate the noises as he reclines against his armchair, pouring himself a glass of battery acid, the vibrant green glowing liquid reflecting off it's edges.)
(He dismisses Fluff again, not bothering to continue the conversation he deems unworthy of his precious relaxation time.)
(*inside the room, there's nothing... except for a strange music box on the bed, playing by its own)
This thing is bothering me. #5, go....incinerate it, or something.
(The 5th Starlilis scrambles over to the bedside, careful as not to accidentally brush against it as they lean over, reaching for the music box)
(*the music stops playing...)
(*the hole in the upper side of the box opens, as a strange, weird looking clown)
(*The clown starts laughing at the starlilis)
(*it starts talking)
"TWERPUSS, TWERPUSS, CAN'T GET OFF HIS HIGH HORSE HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
(*the laughter fills the room)
⭐#5: EEEEEEEEE, NEVERMIND, BOSSMAN! D-DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!
(The fifth Starlilis glows a faint greenish yellow before fading away, assumeably gone now.)
(Tempus is overheating with irritation at being called anything other than his name.)
I-I-I-I-T-'S TEMPUS, GET IT RI-RI-RI-RIGHT, YOU SIMPLE, DIMWITTED, MORONIC, IDIOTIC-
(Tempus's inner fans strain under the intense heat of his rage, his screen flashing between off and on, seemingly glitching out.)
(Tempus continues to glitchily scream continually cursing out the clown....and proceeding to screech a couple not so family friendly slurs.)
(*the clown toy still laughs at tempus)
(*before it stops...)
(*... suddenly, the clown toy open its mouth, and a giant, serpent tongue comes from and licks Tempus on his screen?, face?, whatever
(Tempus freezes, screen flickering off. He's silent for an awkward length of time)
(*The Clown toy starts laughing. it's voice gets deeper as time passes)
(*suddenly, a hand catch the clown toy from its head, and pulls it up)
(*from the dark, Tempus can see a familiar face)
>TEMPUS
>HELLO, TEMPUS
>THE BROKEN PRINCE OF NOTHING KINGDOM
>screwthatkid.rar
>GUESS WHAT?
>YOUR SOUL IS...
>MINE
Wh-wh-wHo- Who even are you? BR-BRo-BrOKEN PRINCE?! EXCUSE YOU, I AM THE MOST HONORABLE OF-OF-O-OF MY A-N-Y OF YO-Yo-YOU!
I DON'T BR-BRE-A-BREAK, I CO-C-O-M-E BACK EVERYTIME, BETTER AN-AN-AN-A-ND BIGGER!
MY SOUL? I FUCKING DA-DAR-DARE YOU T-T-T-O-O-O.
(Seemingly he physically recoils to any blow to his inflated ego.)
(*a strange force holds tempus by his leg and drags him to his bedroom very quickly)
>LOOKS LIKE I GOT MYSELF ANOTHER SPOILED ROYAL FELLA IN MY HANDS
>WELL, DON'T COUNT YOUR CHANCES I GUESS
>AS FOR YOU, YOU CLEARLY NEVER APPRECIATED YOUR SAFETY, YOUR LIFE
>AND THAT'S WHAT I HATE MORE...
>YOU THINK YOU SO TOUGH AND MIGHTY, HUH?
(*Devoilz flaunt Tempus around the room, making him hit the walls, the closet, before making him stop)
>TENNA COULD'VE DO BETTER THAN YOU
>EXCEPT THAT WHEN FEEL SAD, THEY CRY THREE DAYS
>THE LEVEL OF "BUTT-HURT EGOS" IN YOU PEOPLE ARE SO INSANE
TH-TH-T-H-E ON-L-L-LY-LY PERSON WH-O-WHO CAN DO-DO-DO-DO-DO BETTER TH-THA-N-TH-N-THAN A PRINCE I-IS-IS A KI-KI-KIN-K-I-N-G OR QU-QUE-EE-EE-EE-EEN!
(The plastic at the back of Tempus's head AUDIBLY cracks upon contact with the wall, and his screen protector slides out, some kind of jet black liquid seeping from the crack.)
>YOU SAID IT
>THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN DO BETTER THAN A PRINCE IS A KING OR A QUEEN
>AND I AM A KING
>KING OF THE HELL
(*The floors beneath them cracks, revealing a burning hole, the screaming fills the room)
(As the floors crack apart, it sends a few shelves to become unsteady and send the numerous clocks from different eras flying off the shelves.)
Sci-sCi-SCIENTIFICallY, hell is unproven to be real I DON'T FI-ND yOU VER-VER-VERY FUNNY RIGHT NO-Now-noW.
(Tempus, despite how damaged he got from impact alone, manages to push himself up, and snaps his fingers, cutting the lights in the room.)
(The room seems to get colder and colder....and colder...and colder. It feels like frostbite weather indoors.)
(*Devoilz laugh at Tempus)
>OHH PLEASE, AS IF YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SLAVES ARE EVEN REAL
>YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK ABOUT WHAT'S AND WHAT'S NOT
>YOUR MONEY, YOUR WEALTH, YOUR ROYALTY, ALL ARE FAKE
>JUST AS YOU
>YOU ARE THE FAKEST PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN
>I DON'T GIVE A HELL IF YOU FIND ME FUNNY OR NOT
>FOR CLEARLY, YOU SPOILED ONES REALLY LOVE TO SEE THE POOR PERISH AND SUCH
>HOW ABOUT SOME LIGHT?
>AND WARM OFF, PAL, YOUR DEAD BODY WOULD BE WAY COLDER...
(*the fire rises once more, almost burning the room)
(The fire is causing light to dance across the walls, the room dimmed otherwise. The scent of smoke is creeping through the crack in the door.)
(The end of a hatchet seems to come through the other side of the wall. Ripped back through, and slammed back through the wall again.)
(Eventually, a square of wall has been cut out, and light beams through from the rest of the Inn. Into view comes Fluff, who had immediately jumped up at the smell of smoke.)
SIR, what the actual FUCK do you think you're doing?! I-I...I said I would deal with th-the situation myself! And you're FUCKING BURNING DOWN MY INN!
(He seems to deeply care more about the Inn's security rather than the fact that Devoilz is actively trying to kill Tempus.)
(*Devoilz, looking around the clearly flaming place, put on a goody smile)
>YOUR INN VERY GOOD TO ME
>I SAW HOW YOU HANDLED IT, YOU KEPT GOING, NEVER GOING BACK ON WHAT'S YOURS TO TAKE, ATTABOY
>NOW, IF YOU EXCUSE ME...
(*Devoilz then proceeds to grab Tempus by his leg, making him dangling)
DEVOILZ!
(Fluff throws himself at Devoilz, claws buried into the fabric of Devoilz clothing. His lightness managed to make him glide through the air, claws dragging down Devoilz side.)
I swear to the angel, if you drop Tempus down that fucking hole-
(Fluff's ears are flat against his head, his grip surprisingly steady. His tail is practically whipping back and forth.)
(*Devoilz is unfazed by that sudden change, if anything, he already knew it'll happen)
>DON'T WORRY, SON
>I'M NOT GONNA DROP HIM HERE
>besidesthatwouldmakeourtorturemethodslame.png
(*Devoilz stares at Tempus, giving him the dirty stare)
>GIVE IT TO ME...
(Fluff was stunned by being called 'son', and is now taking about 10 minutes to process this information.)
(However, Tempus, now dangling upside down, is repetitively struggling in indignation, screeching something incomprehensible due to how messed up his speaker is, caused by the humidity in the room.)
(*Devoilz puts fluff aside, before returning to Tempus)
>GIVE ME THE CONTRACT, YOU ASSHAT
>OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU TALK IN TEXT-TO-SPEECH FORMAT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
>AND, GIVE ME THE CONTRACT YOU JUNKFACE
U-UG-GH, FI-FI-fIne, yOU YOU- YOU- YoU- saturated, un-rerere-re-REfinED, tra-TRASH-TRAshY BAST-a-a-a-RD.
(Tempus snaps his fingers a couple times, causing a glass display case to hiss open. It seems like it hasn't been opened in a while, and it's covered in a thick layer of dust.)
(*Devoilz throws Tempus aside, gose to the display case, and take Fluff's contract)
>FLUFF
>IT'S TIME TO TAKE YOUR FREEDOM, YOUR RIGHT TO BE FREE
(*as his hand that holds the contract starts blazing, Devoilz burns the contract, as it becomes dust)
>ASHES TO ASHES
(Tempus crawls away like a bug, with his extra arm attachments, and disappeared, ego having been declared war on.)
Oh. I guess I'm not legally....bound to him anymore.
(Fluff doesn't know how to process this.)
(*Devoilz puts his hand on Fluff's shoulder)
>I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU MAY TAKE TIME TO PROCESS THIS, MY TRAITOROUS FRIEND HAD THIS MOMENT WHEN FOUGHT KRIS
>BUT DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL ADJUST IN NO TIME
>I'LL GIVE A BETTER JOB, A REALLY LOVING PARTNER, AND PROTECTION
>WHENEVER YOU WANT...
(*Devoilz gives his card to Fluff)
>CALL ME WHEN YOU COOL
Oh- I, um, already have a job. I own the Inn. I, um, mostly just resigned that contract a while ago because-
(Fluff trails off for a while.)
Because it sorta made me feel more important, y-y'know?
W-wait, what do you mean by giving me a really loving partner?
>WELL THEN
>YOU DON'T NEED THAT WHINY GOOD-FOR-NOTHING JUNKYARD TO BE IMPORTANT, MY FRIEND
>YOU ARE ALREADY IMPORTANT
>YOU LEARNED THE TRUTH
>AND YOU ARE READY TO TURN THE LIGHTNER INTO WHAT THEY SUPPOSED
>YOU HEARD ME RIGHT, BOY
>I KNOW THE PERFECT PERSON FOR YOU
>THAT CRYBABY PRINCE WASN'T WORTH ALL THAT HELL
>TRUST ME, YOU'LL BE ALL GREAT
(Fluff hesitates for a moment.)
I- I just- um- wh- A-alright. If you say so.
(Devoilz notices Fluff jump from the announcement)
>IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG?
N-no. It's nothing.
(Fluff looks away.)
(*Devoilz gives fluffy's head a pat)
>YOU SURE?, I DON'T THINK YOU ARE GOOD
*There's a creaking sound coming from tempus' room
What in the flying fuck was that? #3 and #4, go check it out. And make sure it's not a rat or something.
(Tempus waves a few Starlilis over to go investigate the noises as he reclines against his armchair, pouring himself a glass of battery acid, the vibrant green glowing liquid reflecting off it's edges.)
(He dismisses Fluff again, not bothering to continue the conversation he deems unworthy of his precious relaxation time.)
(*inside the room, there's nothing... except for a strange music box on the bed, playing by its own)
This thing is bothering me. #5, go....incinerate it, or something.
(The 5th Starlilis scrambles over to the bedside, careful as not to accidentally brush against it as they lean over, reaching for the music box)
(*the music stops playing...)
(*the hole in the upper side of the box opens, as a strange, weird looking clown)
(*The clown starts laughing at the starlilis)
(*it starts talking)
"TWERPUSS, TWERPUSS, CAN'T GET OFF HIS HIGH HORSE HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
(*the laughter fills the room)
⭐#5: EEEEEEEEE, NEVERMIND, BOSSMAN! D-DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!
(The fifth Starlilis glows a faint greenish yellow before fading away, assumeably gone now.)
(Tempus is overheating with irritation at being called anything other than his name.)
I-I-I-I-T-'S TEMPUS, GET IT RI-RI-RI-RIGHT, YOU SIMPLE, DIMWITTED, MORONIC, IDIOTIC-
(Tempus's inner fans strain under the intense heat of his rage, his screen flashing between off and on, seemingly glitching out.)
(Tempus continues to glitchily scream continually cursing out the clown....and proceeding to screech a couple not so family friendly slurs.)
(*the clown toy still laughs at tempus)
(*before it stops...)
(*... suddenly, the clown toy open its mouth, and a giant, serpent tongue comes from and licks Tempus on his screen?, face?, whatever
(Tempus freezes, screen flickering off. He's silent for an awkward length of time)
(*The Clown toy starts laughing. it's voice gets deeper as time passes)
(*suddenly, a hand catch the clown toy from its head, and pulls it up)
(*from the dark, Tempus can see a familiar face)
>TEMPUS
>HELLO, TEMPUS
>THE BROKEN PRINCE OF NOTHING KINGDOM
>screwthatkid.rar
>GUESS WHAT?
>YOUR SOUL IS...
>MINE
Wh-wh-wHo- Who even are you? BR-BRo-BrOKEN PRINCE?! EXCUSE YOU, I AM THE MOST HONORABLE OF-OF-O-OF MY A-N-Y OF YO-Yo-YOU!
I DON'T BR-BRE-A-BREAK, I CO-C-O-M-E BACK EVERYTIME, BETTER AN-AN-AN-A-ND BIGGER!
MY SOUL? I FUCKING DA-DAR-DARE YOU T-T-T-O-O-O.
(Seemingly he physically recoils to any blow to his inflated ego.)
(*a strange force holds tempus by his leg and drags him to his bedroom very quickly)
>LOOKS LIKE I GOT MYSELF ANOTHER SPOILED ROYAL FELLA IN MY HANDS
>WELL, DON'T COUNT YOUR CHANCES I GUESS
>AS FOR YOU, YOU CLEARLY NEVER APPRECIATED YOUR SAFETY, YOUR LIFE
>AND THAT'S WHAT I HATE MORE...
>YOU THINK YOU SO TOUGH AND MIGHTY, HUH?
(*Devoilz flaunt Tempus around the room, making him hit the walls, the closet, before making him stop)
>TENNA COULD'VE DO BETTER THAN YOU
>EXCEPT THAT WHEN FEEL SAD, THEY CRY THREE DAYS
>THE LEVEL OF "BUTT-HURT EGOS" IN YOU PEOPLE ARE SO INSANE
TH-TH-T-H-E ON-L-L-LY-LY PERSON WH-O-WHO CAN DO-DO-DO-DO-DO BETTER TH-THA-N-TH-N-THAN A PRINCE I-IS-IS A KI-KI-KIN-K-I-N-G OR QU-QUE-EE-EE-EE-EEN!
(The plastic at the back of Tempus's head AUDIBLY cracks upon contact with the wall, and his screen protector slides out, some kind of jet black liquid seeping from the crack.)
>YOU SAID IT
>THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN DO BETTER THAN A PRINCE IS A KING OR A QUEEN
>AND I AM A KING
>KING OF THE HELL
(*The floors beneath them cracks, revealing a burning hole, the screaming fills the room)
(As the floors crack apart, it sends a few shelves to become unsteady and send the numerous clocks from different eras flying off the shelves.)
Sci-sCi-SCIENTIFICallY, hell is unproven to be real I DON'T FI-ND yOU VER-VER-VERY FUNNY RIGHT NO-Now-noW.
(Tempus, despite how damaged he got from impact alone, manages to push himself up, and snaps his fingers, cutting the lights in the room.)
(The room seems to get colder and colder....and colder...and colder. It feels like frostbite weather indoors.)
(*Devoilz laugh at Tempus)
>OHH PLEASE, AS IF YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SLAVES ARE EVEN REAL
>YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK ABOUT WHAT'S AND WHAT'S NOT
>YOUR MONEY, YOUR WEALTH, YOUR ROYALTY, ALL ARE FAKE
>JUST AS YOU
>YOU ARE THE FAKEST PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN
>I DON'T GIVE A HELL IF YOU FIND ME FUNNY OR NOT
>FOR CLEARLY, YOU SPOILED ONES REALLY LOVE TO SEE THE POOR PERISH AND SUCH
>HOW ABOUT SOME LIGHT?
>AND WARM OFF, PAL, YOUR DEAD BODY WOULD BE WAY COLDER...
(*the fire rises once more, almost burning the room)
(The fire is causing light to dance across the walls, the room dimmed otherwise. The scent of smoke is creeping through the crack in the door.)
(The end of a hatchet seems to come through the other side of the wall. Ripped back through, and slammed back through the wall again.)
(Eventually, a square of wall has been cut out, and light beams through from the rest of the Inn. Into view comes Fluff, who had immediately jumped up at the smell of smoke.)
SIR, what the actual FUCK do you think you're doing?! I-I...I said I would deal with th-the situation myself! And you're FUCKING BURNING DOWN MY INN!
(He seems to deeply care more about the Inn's security rather than the fact that Devoilz is actively trying to kill Tempus.)
(*Devoilz, looking around the clearly flaming place, put on a goody smile)
>YOUR INN VERY GOOD TO ME
>I SAW HOW YOU HANDLED IT, YOU KEPT GOING, NEVER GOING BACK ON WHAT'S YOURS TO TAKE, ATTABOY
>NOW, IF YOU EXCUSE ME...
(*Devoilz then proceeds to grab Tempus by his leg, making him dangling)
DEVOILZ!
(Fluff throws himself at Devoilz, claws buried into the fabric of Devoilz clothing. His lightness managed to make him glide through the air, claws dragging down Devoilz side.)
I swear to the angel, if you drop Tempus down that fucking hole-
(Fluff's ears are flat against his head, his grip surprisingly steady. His tail is practically whipping back and forth.)
(*Devoilz is unfazed by that sudden change, if anything, he already knew it'll happen)
>DON'T WORRY, SON
>I'M NOT GONNA DROP HIM HERE
>besidesthatwouldmakeourtorturemethodslame.png
(*Devoilz stares at Tempus, giving him the dirty stare)
>GIVE IT TO ME...
(Fluff was stunned by being called 'son', and is now taking about 10 minutes to process this information.)
(However, Tempus, now dangling upside down, is repetitively struggling in indignation, screeching something incomprehensible due to how messed up his speaker is, caused by the humidity in the room.)
(*Devoilz puts fluff aside, before returning to Tempus)
>GIVE ME THE CONTRACT, YOU ASSHAT
>OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU TALK IN TEXT-TO-SPEECH FORMAT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
>AND, GIVE ME THE CONTRACT YOU JUNKFACE
U-UG-GH, FI-FI-fIne, yOU YOU- YOU- YoU- saturated, un-rerere-re-REfinED, tra-TRASH-TRAshY BAST-a-a-a-RD.
(Tempus snaps his fingers a couple times, causing a glass display case to hiss open. It seems like it hasn't been opened in a while, and it's covered in a thick layer of dust.)
(*Devoilz throws Tempus aside, gose to the display case, and take Fluff's contract)
>FLUFF
>IT'S TIME TO TAKE YOUR FREEDOM, YOUR RIGHT TO BE FREE
(*as his hand that holds the contract starts blazing, Devoilz burns the contract, as it becomes dust)
>ASHES TO ASHES
(Tempus crawls away like a bug, with his extra arm attachments, and disappeared, ego having been declared war on.)
Oh. I guess I'm not legally....bound to him anymore.
(Fluff doesn't know how to process this.)
(*Devoilz puts his hand on Fluff's shoulder)
>I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU MAY TAKE TIME TO PROCESS THIS, MY TRAITOROUS FRIEND HAD THIS MOMENT WHEN FOUGHT KRIS
>BUT DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL ADJUST IN NO TIME
>I'LL GIVE A BETTER JOB, A REALLY LOVING PARTNER, AND PROTECTION
>WHENEVER YOU WANT...
(*Devoilz gives his card to Fluff)
>CALL ME WHEN YOU COOL
Oh- I, um, already have a job. I own the Inn. I, um, mostly just resigned that contract a while ago because-
(Fluff trails off for a while.)
Because it sorta made me feel more important, y-y'know?
W-wait, what do you mean by giving me a really loving partner?
>WELL THEN
>YOU DON'T NEED THAT WHINY GOOD-FOR-NOTHING JUNKYARD TO BE IMPORTANT, MY FRIEND
>YOU ARE ALREADY IMPORTANT
>YOU LEARNED THE TRUTH
>AND YOU ARE READY TO TURN THE LIGHTNER INTO WHAT THEY SUPPOSED
>YOU HEARD ME RIGHT, BOY
>I KNOW THE PERFECT PERSON FOR YOU
>THAT CRYBABY PRINCE WASN'T WORTH ALL THAT HELL
>TRUST ME, YOU'LL BE ALL GREAT
(Fluff hesitates for a moment.)
I- I just- um- wh- A-alright. If you say so.
(Devoilz notices Fluff jump from the announcement)
>IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG?
*There's a creaking sound coming from tempus' room
What in the flying fuck was that? #3 and #4, go check it out. And make sure it's not a rat or something.
(Tempus waves a few Starlilis over to go investigate the noises as he reclines against his armchair, pouring himself a glass of battery acid, the vibrant green glowing liquid reflecting off it's edges.)
(He dismisses Fluff again, not bothering to continue the conversation he deems unworthy of his precious relaxation time.)
(*inside the room, there's nothing... except for a strange music box on the bed, playing by its own)
This thing is bothering me. #5, go....incinerate it, or something.
(The 5th Starlilis scrambles over to the bedside, careful as not to accidentally brush against it as they lean over, reaching for the music box)
(*the music stops playing...)
(*the hole in the upper side of the box opens, as a strange, weird looking clown)
(*The clown starts laughing at the starlilis)
(*it starts talking)
"TWERPUSS, TWERPUSS, CAN'T GET OFF HIS HIGH HORSE HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
(*the laughter fills the room)
⭐#5: EEEEEEEEE, NEVERMIND, BOSSMAN! D-DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!
(The fifth Starlilis glows a faint greenish yellow before fading away, assumeably gone now.)
(Tempus is overheating with irritation at being called anything other than his name.)
I-I-I-I-T-'S TEMPUS, GET IT RI-RI-RI-RIGHT, YOU SIMPLE, DIMWITTED, MORONIC, IDIOTIC-
(Tempus's inner fans strain under the intense heat of his rage, his screen flashing between off and on, seemingly glitching out.)
(Tempus continues to glitchily scream continually cursing out the clown....and proceeding to screech a couple not so family friendly slurs.)
(*the clown toy still laughs at tempus)
(*before it stops...)
(*... suddenly, the clown toy open its mouth, and a giant, serpent tongue comes from and licks Tempus on his screen?, face?, whatever
(Tempus freezes, screen flickering off. He's silent for an awkward length of time)
(*The Clown toy starts laughing. it's voice gets deeper as time passes)
(*suddenly, a hand catch the clown toy from its head, and pulls it up)
(*from the dark, Tempus can see a familiar face)
>TEMPUS
>HELLO, TEMPUS
>THE BROKEN PRINCE OF NOTHING KINGDOM
>screwthatkid.rar
>GUESS WHAT?
>YOUR SOUL IS...
>MINE
Wh-wh-wHo- Who even are you? BR-BRo-BrOKEN PRINCE?! EXCUSE YOU, I AM THE MOST HONORABLE OF-OF-O-OF MY A-N-Y OF YO-Yo-YOU!
I DON'T BR-BRE-A-BREAK, I CO-C-O-M-E BACK EVERYTIME, BETTER AN-AN-AN-A-ND BIGGER!
MY SOUL? I FUCKING DA-DAR-DARE YOU T-T-T-O-O-O.
(Seemingly he physically recoils to any blow to his inflated ego.)
(*a strange force holds tempus by his leg and drags him to his bedroom very quickly)
>LOOKS LIKE I GOT MYSELF ANOTHER SPOILED ROYAL FELLA IN MY HANDS
>WELL, DON'T COUNT YOUR CHANCES I GUESS
>AS FOR YOU, YOU CLEARLY NEVER APPRECIATED YOUR SAFETY, YOUR LIFE
>AND THAT'S WHAT I HATE MORE...
>YOU THINK YOU SO TOUGH AND MIGHTY, HUH?
(*Devoilz flaunt Tempus around the room, making him hit the walls, the closet, before making him stop)
>TENNA COULD'VE DO BETTER THAN YOU
>EXCEPT THAT WHEN FEEL SAD, THEY CRY THREE DAYS
>THE LEVEL OF "BUTT-HURT EGOS" IN YOU PEOPLE ARE SO INSANE
TH-TH-T-H-E ON-L-L-LY-LY PERSON WH-O-WHO CAN DO-DO-DO-DO-DO BETTER TH-THA-N-TH-N-THAN A PRINCE I-IS-IS A KI-KI-KIN-K-I-N-G OR QU-QUE-EE-EE-EE-EEN!
(The plastic at the back of Tempus's head AUDIBLY cracks upon contact with the wall, and his screen protector slides out, some kind of jet black liquid seeping from the crack.)
>YOU SAID IT
>THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN DO BETTER THAN A PRINCE IS A KING OR A QUEEN
>AND I AM A KING
>KING OF THE HELL
(*The floors beneath them cracks, revealing a burning hole, the screaming fills the room)
(As the floors crack apart, it sends a few shelves to become unsteady and send the numerous clocks from different eras flying off the shelves.)
Sci-sCi-SCIENTIFICallY, hell is unproven to be real I DON'T FI-ND yOU VER-VER-VERY FUNNY RIGHT NO-Now-noW.
(Tempus, despite how damaged he got from impact alone, manages to push himself up, and snaps his fingers, cutting the lights in the room.)
(The room seems to get colder and colder....and colder...and colder. It feels like frostbite weather indoors.)
(*Devoilz laugh at Tempus)
>OHH PLEASE, AS IF YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SLAVES ARE EVEN REAL
>YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK ABOUT WHAT'S AND WHAT'S NOT
>YOUR MONEY, YOUR WEALTH, YOUR ROYALTY, ALL ARE FAKE
>JUST AS YOU
>YOU ARE THE FAKEST PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN
>I DON'T GIVE A HELL IF YOU FIND ME FUNNY OR NOT
>FOR CLEARLY, YOU SPOILED ONES REALLY LOVE TO SEE THE POOR PERISH AND SUCH
>HOW ABOUT SOME LIGHT?
>AND WARM OFF, PAL, YOUR DEAD BODY WOULD BE WAY COLDER...
(*the fire rises once more, almost burning the room)
(The fire is causing light to dance across the walls, the room dimmed otherwise. The scent of smoke is creeping through the crack in the door.)
(The end of a hatchet seems to come through the other side of the wall. Ripped back through, and slammed back through the wall again.)
(Eventually, a square of wall has been cut out, and light beams through from the rest of the Inn. Into view comes Fluff, who had immediately jumped up at the smell of smoke.)
SIR, what the actual FUCK do you think you're doing?! I-I...I said I would deal with th-the situation myself! And you're FUCKING BURNING DOWN MY INN!
(He seems to deeply care more about the Inn's security rather than the fact that Devoilz is actively trying to kill Tempus.)
(*Devoilz, looking around the clearly flaming place, put on a goody smile)
>YOUR INN VERY GOOD TO ME
>I SAW HOW YOU HANDLED IT, YOU KEPT GOING, NEVER GOING BACK ON WHAT'S YOURS TO TAKE, ATTABOY
>NOW, IF YOU EXCUSE ME...
(*Devoilz then proceeds to grab Tempus by his leg, making him dangling)
DEVOILZ!
(Fluff throws himself at Devoilz, claws buried into the fabric of Devoilz clothing. His lightness managed to make him glide through the air, claws dragging down Devoilz side.)
I swear to the angel, if you drop Tempus down that fucking hole-
(Fluff's ears are flat against his head, his grip surprisingly steady. His tail is practically whipping back and forth.)
(*Devoilz is unfazed by that sudden change, if anything, he already knew it'll happen)
>DON'T WORRY, SON
>I'M NOT GONNA DROP HIM HERE
>besidesthatwouldmakeourtorturemethodslame.png
(*Devoilz stares at Tempus, giving him the dirty stare)
>GIVE IT TO ME...
(Fluff was stunned by being called 'son', and is now taking about 10 minutes to process this information.)
(However, Tempus, now dangling upside down, is repetitively struggling in indignation, screeching something incomprehensible due to how messed up his speaker is, caused by the humidity in the room.)
(*Devoilz puts fluff aside, before returning to Tempus)
>GIVE ME THE CONTRACT, YOU ASSHAT
>OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU TALK IN TEXT-TO-SPEECH FORMAT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
>AND, GIVE ME THE CONTRACT YOU JUNKFACE
U-UG-GH, FI-FI-fIne, yOU YOU- YOU- YoU- saturated, un-rerere-re-REfinED, tra-TRASH-TRAshY BAST-a-a-a-RD.
(Tempus snaps his fingers a couple times, causing a glass display case to hiss open. It seems like it hasn't been opened in a while, and it's covered in a thick layer of dust.)
(*Devoilz throws Tempus aside, gose to the display case, and take Fluff's contract)
>FLUFF
>IT'S TIME TO TAKE YOUR FREEDOM, YOUR RIGHT TO BE FREE
(*as his hand that holds the contract starts blazing, Devoilz burns the contract, as it becomes dust)
>ASHES TO ASHES
(Tempus crawls away like a bug, with his extra arm attachments, and disappeared, ego having been declared war on.)
Oh. I guess I'm not legally....bound to him anymore.
(Fluff doesn't know how to process this.)
(*Devoilz puts his hand on Fluff's shoulder)
>I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU MAY TAKE TIME TO PROCESS THIS, MY TRAITOROUS FRIEND HAD THIS MOMENT WHEN FOUGHT KRIS
>BUT DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL ADJUST IN NO TIME
>I'LL GIVE A BETTER JOB, A REALLY LOVING PARTNER, AND PROTECTION
>WHENEVER YOU WANT...
(*Devoilz gives his card to Fluff)
>CALL ME WHEN YOU COOL
Oh- I, um, already have a job. I own the Inn. I, um, mostly just resigned that contract a while ago because-
(Fluff trails off for a while.)
Because it sorta made me feel more important, y-y'know?
W-wait, what do you mean by giving me a really loving partner?
>WELL THEN
>YOU DON'T NEED THAT WHINY GOOD-FOR-NOTHING JUNKYARD TO BE IMPORTANT, MY FRIEND
>YOU ARE ALREADY IMPORTANT
>YOU LEARNED THE TRUTH
>AND YOU ARE READY TO TURN THE LIGHTNER INTO WHAT THEY SUPPOSED
>YOU HEARD ME RIGHT, BOY
>I KNOW THE PERFECT PERSON FOR YOU
>THAT CRYBABY PRINCE WASN'T WORTH ALL THAT HELL
>TRUST ME, YOU'LL BE ALL GREAT
*There's a creaking sound coming from tempus' room
What in the flying fuck was that? #3 and #4, go check it out. And make sure it's not a rat or something.
(Tempus waves a few Starlilis over to go investigate the noises as he reclines against his armchair, pouring himself a glass of battery acid, the vibrant green glowing liquid reflecting off it's edges.)
(He dismisses Fluff again, not bothering to continue the conversation he deems unworthy of his precious relaxation time.)
(*inside the room, there's nothing... except for a strange music box on the bed, playing by its own)
This thing is bothering me. #5, go....incinerate it, or something.
(The 5th Starlilis scrambles over to the bedside, careful as not to accidentally brush against it as they lean over, reaching for the music box)
(*the music stops playing...)
(*the hole in the upper side of the box opens, as a strange, weird looking clown)
(*The clown starts laughing at the starlilis)
(*it starts talking)
"TWERPUSS, TWERPUSS, CAN'T GET OFF HIS HIGH HORSE HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
(*the laughter fills the room)
⭐#5: EEEEEEEEE, NEVERMIND, BOSSMAN! D-DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!
(The fifth Starlilis glows a faint greenish yellow before fading away, assumeably gone now.)
(Tempus is overheating with irritation at being called anything other than his name.)
I-I-I-I-T-'S TEMPUS, GET IT RI-RI-RI-RIGHT, YOU SIMPLE, DIMWITTED, MORONIC, IDIOTIC-
(Tempus's inner fans strain under the intense heat of his rage, his screen flashing between off and on, seemingly glitching out.)
(Tempus continues to glitchily scream continually cursing out the clown....and proceeding to screech a couple not so family friendly slurs.)
(*the clown toy still laughs at tempus)
(*before it stops...)
(*... suddenly, the clown toy open its mouth, and a giant, serpent tongue comes from and licks Tempus on his screen?, face?, whatever
(Tempus freezes, screen flickering off. He's silent for an awkward length of time)
(*The Clown toy starts laughing. it's voice gets deeper as time passes)
(*suddenly, a hand catch the clown toy from its head, and pulls it up)
(*from the dark, Tempus can see a familiar face)
>TEMPUS
>HELLO, TEMPUS
>THE BROKEN PRINCE OF NOTHING KINGDOM
>screwthatkid.rar
>GUESS WHAT?
>YOUR SOUL IS...
>MINE
Wh-wh-wHo- Who even are you? BR-BRo-BrOKEN PRINCE?! EXCUSE YOU, I AM THE MOST HONORABLE OF-OF-O-OF MY A-N-Y OF YO-Yo-YOU!
I DON'T BR-BRE-A-BREAK, I CO-C-O-M-E BACK EVERYTIME, BETTER AN-AN-AN-A-ND BIGGER!
MY SOUL? I FUCKING DA-DAR-DARE YOU T-T-T-O-O-O.
(Seemingly he physically recoils to any blow to his inflated ego.)
(*a strange force holds tempus by his leg and drags him to his bedroom very quickly)
>LOOKS LIKE I GOT MYSELF ANOTHER SPOILED ROYAL FELLA IN MY HANDS
>WELL, DON'T COUNT YOUR CHANCES I GUESS
>AS FOR YOU, YOU CLEARLY NEVER APPRECIATED YOUR SAFETY, YOUR LIFE
>AND THAT'S WHAT I HATE MORE...
>YOU THINK YOU SO TOUGH AND MIGHTY, HUH?
(*Devoilz flaunt Tempus around the room, making him hit the walls, the closet, before making him stop)
>TENNA COULD'VE DO BETTER THAN YOU
>EXCEPT THAT WHEN FEEL SAD, THEY CRY THREE DAYS
>THE LEVEL OF "BUTT-HURT EGOS" IN YOU PEOPLE ARE SO INSANE
TH-TH-T-H-E ON-L-L-LY-LY PERSON WH-O-WHO CAN DO-DO-DO-DO-DO BETTER TH-THA-N-TH-N-THAN A PRINCE I-IS-IS A KI-KI-KIN-K-I-N-G OR QU-QUE-EE-EE-EE-EEN!
(The plastic at the back of Tempus's head AUDIBLY cracks upon contact with the wall, and his screen protector slides out, some kind of jet black liquid seeping from the crack.)
>YOU SAID IT
>THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN DO BETTER THAN A PRINCE IS A KING OR A QUEEN
>AND I AM A KING
>KING OF THE HELL
(*The floors beneath them cracks, revealing a burning hole, the screaming fills the room)
(As the floors crack apart, it sends a few shelves to become unsteady and send the numerous clocks from different eras flying off the shelves.)
Sci-sCi-SCIENTIFICallY, hell is unproven to be real I DON'T FI-ND yOU VER-VER-VERY FUNNY RIGHT NO-Now-noW.
(Tempus, despite how damaged he got from impact alone, manages to push himself up, and snaps his fingers, cutting the lights in the room.)
(The room seems to get colder and colder....and colder...and colder. It feels like frostbite weather indoors.)
(*Devoilz laugh at Tempus)
>OHH PLEASE, AS IF YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SLAVES ARE EVEN REAL
>YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK ABOUT WHAT'S AND WHAT'S NOT
>YOUR MONEY, YOUR WEALTH, YOUR ROYALTY, ALL ARE FAKE
>JUST AS YOU
>YOU ARE THE FAKEST PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN
>I DON'T GIVE A HELL IF YOU FIND ME FUNNY OR NOT
>FOR CLEARLY, YOU SPOILED ONES REALLY LOVE TO SEE THE POOR PERISH AND SUCH
>HOW ABOUT SOME LIGHT?
>AND WARM OFF, PAL, YOUR DEAD BODY WOULD BE WAY COLDER...
(*the fire rises once more, almost burning the room)
(The fire is causing light to dance across the walls, the room dimmed otherwise. The scent of smoke is creeping through the crack in the door.)
(The end of a hatchet seems to come through the other side of the wall. Ripped back through, and slammed back through the wall again.)
(Eventually, a square of wall has been cut out, and light beams through from the rest of the Inn. Into view comes Fluff, who had immediately jumped up at the smell of smoke.)
SIR, what the actual FUCK do you think you're doing?! I-I...I said I would deal with th-the situation myself! And you're FUCKING BURNING DOWN MY INN!
(He seems to deeply care more about the Inn's security rather than the fact that Devoilz is actively trying to kill Tempus.)
(*Devoilz, looking around the clearly flaming place, put on a goody smile)
>YOUR INN VERY GOOD TO ME
>I SAW HOW YOU HANDLED IT, YOU KEPT GOING, NEVER GOING BACK ON WHAT'S YOURS TO TAKE, ATTABOY
>NOW, IF YOU EXCUSE ME...
(*Devoilz then proceeds to grab Tempus by his leg, making him dangling)
DEVOILZ!
(Fluff throws himself at Devoilz, claws buried into the fabric of Devoilz clothing. His lightness managed to make him glide through the air, claws dragging down Devoilz side.)
I swear to the angel, if you drop Tempus down that fucking hole-
(Fluff's ears are flat against his head, his grip surprisingly steady. His tail is practically whipping back and forth.)
(*Devoilz is unfazed by that sudden change, if anything, he already knew it'll happen)
>DON'T WORRY, SON
>I'M NOT GONNA DROP HIM HERE
>besidesthatwouldmakeourtorturemethodslame.png
(*Devoilz stares at Tempus, giving him the dirty stare)
>GIVE IT TO ME...
(Fluff was stunned by being called 'son', and is now taking about 10 minutes to process this information.)
(However, Tempus, now dangling upside down, is repetitively struggling in indignation, screeching something incomprehensible due to how messed up his speaker is, caused by the humidity in the room.)
(*Devoilz puts fluff aside, before returning to Tempus)
>GIVE ME THE CONTRACT, YOU ASSHAT
>OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU TALK IN TEXT-TO-SPEECH FORMAT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
>AND, GIVE ME THE CONTRACT YOU JUNKFACE
U-UG-GH, FI-FI-fIne, yOU YOU- YOU- YoU- saturated, un-rerere-re-REfinED, tra-TRASH-TRAshY BAST-a-a-a-RD.
(Tempus snaps his fingers a couple times, causing a glass display case to hiss open. It seems like it hasn't been opened in a while, and it's covered in a thick layer of dust.)
(*Devoilz throws Tempus aside, gose to the display case, and take Fluff's contract)
>FLUFF
>IT'S TIME TO TAKE YOUR FREEDOM, YOUR RIGHT TO BE FREE
(*as his hand that holds the contract starts blazing, Devoilz burns the contract, as it becomes dust)
>ASHES TO ASHES
(Tempus crawls away like a bug, with his extra arm attachments, and disappeared, ego having been declared war on.)
Oh. I guess I'm not legally....bound to him anymore.
(Fluff doesn't know how to process this.)
(*Devoilz puts his hand on Fluff's shoulder)
>I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU MAY TAKE TIME TO PROCESS THIS, MY TRAITOROUS FRIEND HAD THIS MOMENT WHEN FOUGHT KRIS
>BUT DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL ADJUST IN NO TIME
>I'LL GIVE A BETTER JOB, A REALLY LOVING PARTNER, AND PROTECTION
>WHENEVER YOU WANT...
(*Devoilz gives his card to Fluff)
>CALL ME WHEN YOU COOL
*There's a creaking sound coming from tempus' room
What in the flying fuck was that? #3 and #4, go check it out. And make sure it's not a rat or something.
(Tempus waves a few Starlilis over to go investigate the noises as he reclines against his armchair, pouring himself a glass of battery acid, the vibrant green glowing liquid reflecting off it's edges.)
(He dismisses Fluff again, not bothering to continue the conversation he deems unworthy of his precious relaxation time.)
(*inside the room, there's nothing... except for a strange music box on the bed, playing by its own)
This thing is bothering me. #5, go....incinerate it, or something.
(The 5th Starlilis scrambles over to the bedside, careful as not to accidentally brush against it as they lean over, reaching for the music box)
(*the music stops playing...)
(*the hole in the upper side of the box opens, as a strange, weird looking clown)
(*The clown starts laughing at the starlilis)
(*it starts talking)
"TWERPUSS, TWERPUSS, CAN'T GET OFF HIS HIGH HORSE HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
(*the laughter fills the room)
⭐#5: EEEEEEEEE, NEVERMIND, BOSSMAN! D-DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!
(The fifth Starlilis glows a faint greenish yellow before fading away, assumeably gone now.)
(Tempus is overheating with irritation at being called anything other than his name.)
I-I-I-I-T-'S TEMPUS, GET IT RI-RI-RI-RIGHT, YOU SIMPLE, DIMWITTED, MORONIC, IDIOTIC-
(Tempus's inner fans strain under the intense heat of his rage, his screen flashing between off and on, seemingly glitching out.)
(Tempus continues to glitchily scream continually cursing out the clown....and proceeding to screech a couple not so family friendly slurs.)
(*the clown toy still laughs at tempus)
(*before it stops...)
(*... suddenly, the clown toy open its mouth, and a giant, serpent tongue comes from and licks Tempus on his screen?, face?, whatever
(Tempus freezes, screen flickering off. He's silent for an awkward length of time)
(*The Clown toy starts laughing. it's voice gets deeper as time passes)
(*suddenly, a hand catch the clown toy from its head, and pulls it up)
(*from the dark, Tempus can see a familiar face)
>TEMPUS
>HELLO, TEMPUS
>THE BROKEN PRINCE OF NOTHING KINGDOM
>screwthatkid.rar
>GUESS WHAT?
>YOUR SOUL IS...
>MINE
Wh-wh-wHo- Who even are you? BR-BRo-BrOKEN PRINCE?! EXCUSE YOU, I AM THE MOST HONORABLE OF-OF-O-OF MY A-N-Y OF YO-Yo-YOU!
I DON'T BR-BRE-A-BREAK, I CO-C-O-M-E BACK EVERYTIME, BETTER AN-AN-AN-A-ND BIGGER!
MY SOUL? I FUCKING DA-DAR-DARE YOU T-T-T-O-O-O.
(Seemingly he physically recoils to any blow to his inflated ego.)
(*a strange force holds tempus by his leg and drags him to his bedroom very quickly)
>LOOKS LIKE I GOT MYSELF ANOTHER SPOILED ROYAL FELLA IN MY HANDS
>WELL, DON'T COUNT YOUR CHANCES I GUESS
>AS FOR YOU, YOU CLEARLY NEVER APPRECIATED YOUR SAFETY, YOUR LIFE
>AND THAT'S WHAT I HATE MORE...
>YOU THINK YOU SO TOUGH AND MIGHTY, HUH?
(*Devoilz flaunt Tempus around the room, making him hit the walls, the closet, before making him stop)
>TENNA COULD'VE DO BETTER THAN YOU
>EXCEPT THAT WHEN FEEL SAD, THEY CRY THREE DAYS
>THE LEVEL OF "BUTT-HURT EGOS" IN YOU PEOPLE ARE SO INSANE
TH-TH-T-H-E ON-L-L-LY-LY PERSON WH-O-WHO CAN DO-DO-DO-DO-DO BETTER TH-THA-N-TH-N-THAN A PRINCE I-IS-IS A KI-KI-KIN-K-I-N-G OR QU-QUE-EE-EE-EE-EEN!
(The plastic at the back of Tempus's head AUDIBLY cracks upon contact with the wall, and his screen protector slides out, some kind of jet black liquid seeping from the crack.)
>YOU SAID IT
>THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN DO BETTER THAN A PRINCE IS A KING OR A QUEEN
>AND I AM A KING
>KING OF THE HELL
(*The floors beneath them cracks, revealing a burning hole, the screaming fills the room)
(As the floors crack apart, it sends a few shelves to become unsteady and send the numerous clocks from different eras flying off the shelves.)
Sci-sCi-SCIENTIFICallY, hell is unproven to be real I DON'T FI-ND yOU VER-VER-VERY FUNNY RIGHT NO-Now-noW.
(Tempus, despite how damaged he got from impact alone, manages to push himself up, and snaps his fingers, cutting the lights in the room.)
(The room seems to get colder and colder....and colder...and colder. It feels like frostbite weather indoors.)
(*Devoilz laugh at Tempus)
>OHH PLEASE, AS IF YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SLAVES ARE EVEN REAL
>YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK ABOUT WHAT'S AND WHAT'S NOT
>YOUR MONEY, YOUR WEALTH, YOUR ROYALTY, ALL ARE FAKE
>JUST AS YOU
>YOU ARE THE FAKEST PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN
>I DON'T GIVE A HELL IF YOU FIND ME FUNNY OR NOT
>FOR CLEARLY, YOU SPOILED ONES REALLY LOVE TO SEE THE POOR PERISH AND SUCH
>HOW ABOUT SOME LIGHT?
>AND WARM OFF, PAL, YOUR DEAD BODY WOULD BE WAY COLDER...
(*the fire rises once more, almost burning the room)
(The fire is causing light to dance across the walls, the room dimmed otherwise. The scent of smoke is creeping through the crack in the door.)
(The end of a hatchet seems to come through the other side of the wall. Ripped back through, and slammed back through the wall again.)
(Eventually, a square of wall has been cut out, and light beams through from the rest of the Inn. Into view comes Fluff, who had immediately jumped up at the smell of smoke.)
SIR, what the actual FUCK do you think you're doing?! I-I...I said I would deal with th-the situation myself! And you're FUCKING BURNING DOWN MY INN!
(He seems to deeply care more about the Inn's security rather than the fact that Devoilz is actively trying to kill Tempus.)
(*Devoilz, looking around the clearly flaming place, put on a goody smile)
>YOUR INN VERY GOOD TO ME
>I SAW HOW YOU HANDLED IT, YOU KEPT GOING, NEVER GOING BACK ON WHAT'S YOURS TO TAKE, ATTABOY
>NOW, IF YOU EXCUSE ME...
(*Devoilz then proceeds to grab Tempus by his leg, making him dangling)
DEVOILZ!
(Fluff throws himself at Devoilz, claws buried into the fabric of Devoilz clothing. His lightness managed to make him glide through the air, claws dragging down Devoilz side.)
I swear to the angel, if you drop Tempus down that fucking hole-
(Fluff's ears are flat against his head, his grip surprisingly steady. His tail is practically whipping back and forth.)
(*Devoilz is unfazed by that sudden change, if anything, he already knew it'll happen)
>DON'T WORRY, SON
>I'M NOT GONNA DROP HIM HERE
>besidesthatwouldmakeourtorturemethodslame.png
(*Devoilz stares at Tempus, giving him the dirty stare)
>GIVE IT TO ME...
(Fluff was stunned by being called 'son', and is now taking about 10 minutes to process this information.)
(However, Tempus, now dangling upside down, is repetitively struggling in indignation, screeching something incomprehensible due to how messed up his speaker is, caused by the humidity in the room.)
(*Devoilz puts fluff aside, before returning to Tempus)
>GIVE ME THE CONTRACT, YOU ASSHAT
>OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU TALK IN TEXT-TO-SPEECH FORMAT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
>AND, GIVE ME THE CONTRACT YOU JUNKFACE
U-UG-GH, FI-FI-fIne, yOU YOU- YOU- YoU- saturated, un-rerere-re-REfinED, tra-TRASH-TRAshY BAST-a-a-a-RD.
(Tempus snaps his fingers a couple times, causing a glass display case to hiss open. It seems like it hasn't been opened in a while, and it's covered in a thick layer of dust.)
(*Devoilz throws Tempus aside, gose to the display case, and take Fluff's contract)
>FLUFF
>IT'S TIME TO TAKE YOUR FREEDOM, YOUR RIGHT TO BE FREE
(*as his hand that holds the contract starts blazing, Devoilz burns the contract, as it becomes dust)
>ASHES TO ASHES
*There's a creaking sound coming from tempus' room
What in the flying fuck was that? #3 and #4, go check it out. And make sure it's not a rat or something.
(Tempus waves a few Starlilis over to go investigate the noises as he reclines against his armchair, pouring himself a glass of battery acid, the vibrant green glowing liquid reflecting off it's edges.)
(He dismisses Fluff again, not bothering to continue the conversation he deems unworthy of his precious relaxation time.)
(*inside the room, there's nothing... except for a strange music box on the bed, playing by its own)
This thing is bothering me. #5, go....incinerate it, or something.
(The 5th Starlilis scrambles over to the bedside, careful as not to accidentally brush against it as they lean over, reaching for the music box)
(*the music stops playing...)
(*the hole in the upper side of the box opens, as a strange, weird looking clown)
(*The clown starts laughing at the starlilis)
(*it starts talking)
"TWERPUSS, TWERPUSS, CAN'T GET OFF HIS HIGH HORSE HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
(*the laughter fills the room)
⭐#5: EEEEEEEEE, NEVERMIND, BOSSMAN! D-DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!
(The fifth Starlilis glows a faint greenish yellow before fading away, assumeably gone now.)
(Tempus is overheating with irritation at being called anything other than his name.)
I-I-I-I-T-'S TEMPUS, GET IT RI-RI-RI-RIGHT, YOU SIMPLE, DIMWITTED, MORONIC, IDIOTIC-
(Tempus's inner fans strain under the intense heat of his rage, his screen flashing between off and on, seemingly glitching out.)
(Tempus continues to glitchily scream continually cursing out the clown....and proceeding to screech a couple not so family friendly slurs.)
(*the clown toy still laughs at tempus)
(*before it stops...)
(*... suddenly, the clown toy open its mouth, and a giant, serpent tongue comes from and licks Tempus on his screen?, face?, whatever
(Tempus freezes, screen flickering off. He's silent for an awkward length of time)
(*The Clown toy starts laughing. it's voice gets deeper as time passes)
(*suddenly, a hand catch the clown toy from its head, and pulls it up)
(*from the dark, Tempus can see a familiar face)
>TEMPUS
>HELLO, TEMPUS
>THE BROKEN PRINCE OF NOTHING KINGDOM
>screwthatkid.rar
>GUESS WHAT?
>YOUR SOUL IS...
>MINE
Wh-wh-wHo- Who even are you? BR-BRo-BrOKEN PRINCE?! EXCUSE YOU, I AM THE MOST HONORABLE OF-OF-O-OF MY A-N-Y OF YO-Yo-YOU!
I DON'T BR-BRE-A-BREAK, I CO-C-O-M-E BACK EVERYTIME, BETTER AN-AN-AN-A-ND BIGGER!
MY SOUL? I FUCKING DA-DAR-DARE YOU T-T-T-O-O-O.
(Seemingly he physically recoils to any blow to his inflated ego.)
(*a strange force holds tempus by his leg and drags him to his bedroom very quickly)
>LOOKS LIKE I GOT MYSELF ANOTHER SPOILED ROYAL FELLA IN MY HANDS
>WELL, DON'T COUNT YOUR CHANCES I GUESS
>AS FOR YOU, YOU CLEARLY NEVER APPRECIATED YOUR SAFETY, YOUR LIFE
>AND THAT'S WHAT I HATE MORE...
>YOU THINK YOU SO TOUGH AND MIGHTY, HUH?
(*Devoilz flaunt Tempus around the room, making him hit the walls, the closet, before making him stop)
>TENNA COULD'VE DO BETTER THAN YOU
>EXCEPT THAT WHEN FEEL SAD, THEY CRY THREE DAYS
>THE LEVEL OF "BUTT-HURT EGOS" IN YOU PEOPLE ARE SO INSANE
TH-TH-T-H-E ON-L-L-LY-LY PERSON WH-O-WHO CAN DO-DO-DO-DO-DO BETTER TH-THA-N-TH-N-THAN A PRINCE I-IS-IS A KI-KI-KIN-K-I-N-G OR QU-QUE-EE-EE-EE-EEN!
(The plastic at the back of Tempus's head AUDIBLY cracks upon contact with the wall, and his screen protector slides out, some kind of jet black liquid seeping from the crack.)
>YOU SAID IT
>THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN DO BETTER THAN A PRINCE IS A KING OR A QUEEN
>AND I AM A KING
>KING OF THE HELL
(*The floors beneath them cracks, revealing a burning hole, the screaming fills the room)
(As the floors crack apart, it sends a few shelves to become unsteady and send the numerous clocks from different eras flying off the shelves.)
Sci-sCi-SCIENTIFICallY, hell is unproven to be real I DON'T FI-ND yOU VER-VER-VERY FUNNY RIGHT NO-Now-noW.
(Tempus, despite how damaged he got from impact alone, manages to push himself up, and snaps his fingers, cutting the lights in the room.)
(The room seems to get colder and colder....and colder...and colder. It feels like frostbite weather indoors.)
(*Devoilz laugh at Tempus)
>OHH PLEASE, AS IF YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SLAVES ARE EVEN REAL
>YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK ABOUT WHAT'S AND WHAT'S NOT
>YOUR MONEY, YOUR WEALTH, YOUR ROYALTY, ALL ARE FAKE
>JUST AS YOU
>YOU ARE THE FAKEST PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN
>I DON'T GIVE A HELL IF YOU FIND ME FUNNY OR NOT
>FOR CLEARLY, YOU SPOILED ONES REALLY LOVE TO SEE THE POOR PERISH AND SUCH
>HOW ABOUT SOME LIGHT?
>AND WARM OFF, PAL, YOUR DEAD BODY WOULD BE WAY COLDER...
(*the fire rises once more, almost burning the room)
(The fire is causing light to dance across the walls, the room dimmed otherwise. The scent of smoke is creeping through the crack in the door.)
(The end of a hatchet seems to come through the other side of the wall. Ripped back through, and slammed back through the wall again.)
(Eventually, a square of wall has been cut out, and light beams through from the rest of the Inn. Into view comes Fluff, who had immediately jumped up at the smell of smoke.)
SIR, what the actual FUCK do you think you're doing?! I-I...I said I would deal with th-the situation myself! And you're FUCKING BURNING DOWN MY INN!
(He seems to deeply care more about the Inn's security rather than the fact that Devoilz is actively trying to kill Tempus.)
(*Devoilz, looking around the clearly flaming place, put on a goody smile)
>YOUR INN VERY GOOD TO ME
>I SAW HOW YOU HANDLED IT, YOU KEPT GOING, NEVER GOING BACK ON WHAT'S YOURS TO TAKE, ATTABOY
>NOW, IF YOU EXCUSE ME...
(*Devoilz then proceeds to grab Tempus by his leg, making him dangling)
DEVOILZ!
(Fluff throws himself at Devoilz, claws buried into the fabric of Devoilz clothing. His lightness managed to make him glide through the air, claws dragging down Devoilz side.)
I swear to the angel, if you drop Tempus down that fucking hole-
(Fluff's ears are flat against his head, his grip surprisingly steady. His tail is practically whipping back and forth.)
(*Devoilz is unfazed by that sudden change, if anything, he already knew it'll happen)
>DON'T WORRY, SON
>I'M NOT GONNA DROP HIM HERE
>besidesthatwouldmakeourtorturemethodslame.png
(*Devoilz stares at Tempus, giving him the dirty stare)
>GIVE IT TO ME...
(Fluff was stunned by being called 'son', and is now taking about 10 minutes to process this information.)
(However, Tempus, now dangling upside down, is repetitively struggling in indignation, screeching something incomprehensible due to how messed up his speaker is, caused by the humidity in the room.)
(*Devoilz puts fluff aside, before returning to Tempus)
>GIVE ME THE CONTRACT, YOU ASSHAT
>OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU TALK IN TEXT-TO-SPEECH FORMAT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
>AND, GIVE ME THE CONTRACT YOU JUNKFACE
*There's a creaking sound coming from tempus' room
What in the flying fuck was that? #3 and #4, go check it out. And make sure it's not a rat or something.
(Tempus waves a few Starlilis over to go investigate the noises as he reclines against his armchair, pouring himself a glass of battery acid, the vibrant green glowing liquid reflecting off it's edges.)
(He dismisses Fluff again, not bothering to continue the conversation he deems unworthy of his precious relaxation time.)
(*inside the room, there's nothing... except for a strange music box on the bed, playing by its own)
This thing is bothering me. #5, go....incinerate it, or something.
(The 5th Starlilis scrambles over to the bedside, careful as not to accidentally brush against it as they lean over, reaching for the music box)
(*the music stops playing...)
(*the hole in the upper side of the box opens, as a strange, weird looking clown)
(*The clown starts laughing at the starlilis)
(*it starts talking)
"TWERPUSS, TWERPUSS, CAN'T GET OFF HIS HIGH HORSE HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
(*the laughter fills the room)
⭐#5: EEEEEEEEE, NEVERMIND, BOSSMAN! D-DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!
(The fifth Starlilis glows a faint greenish yellow before fading away, assumeably gone now.)
(Tempus is overheating with irritation at being called anything other than his name.)
I-I-I-I-T-'S TEMPUS, GET IT RI-RI-RI-RIGHT, YOU SIMPLE, DIMWITTED, MORONIC, IDIOTIC-
(Tempus's inner fans strain under the intense heat of his rage, his screen flashing between off and on, seemingly glitching out.)
(Tempus continues to glitchily scream continually cursing out the clown....and proceeding to screech a couple not so family friendly slurs.)
(*the clown toy still laughs at tempus)
(*before it stops...)
(*... suddenly, the clown toy open its mouth, and a giant, serpent tongue comes from and licks Tempus on his screen?, face?, whatever
(Tempus freezes, screen flickering off. He's silent for an awkward length of time)
(*The Clown toy starts laughing. it's voice gets deeper as time passes)
(*suddenly, a hand catch the clown toy from its head, and pulls it up)
(*from the dark, Tempus can see a familiar face)
>TEMPUS
>HELLO, TEMPUS
>THE BROKEN PRINCE OF NOTHING KINGDOM
>screwthatkid.rar
>GUESS WHAT?
>YOUR SOUL IS...
>MINE
Wh-wh-wHo- Who even are you? BR-BRo-BrOKEN PRINCE?! EXCUSE YOU, I AM THE MOST HONORABLE OF-OF-O-OF MY A-N-Y OF YO-Yo-YOU!
I DON'T BR-BRE-A-BREAK, I CO-C-O-M-E BACK EVERYTIME, BETTER AN-AN-AN-A-ND BIGGER!
MY SOUL? I FUCKING DA-DAR-DARE YOU T-T-T-O-O-O.
(Seemingly he physically recoils to any blow to his inflated ego.)
(*a strange force holds tempus by his leg and drags him to his bedroom very quickly)
>LOOKS LIKE I GOT MYSELF ANOTHER SPOILED ROYAL FELLA IN MY HANDS
>WELL, DON'T COUNT YOUR CHANCES I GUESS
>AS FOR YOU, YOU CLEARLY NEVER APPRECIATED YOUR SAFETY, YOUR LIFE
>AND THAT'S WHAT I HATE MORE...
>YOU THINK YOU SO TOUGH AND MIGHTY, HUH?
(*Devoilz flaunt Tempus around the room, making him hit the walls, the closet, before making him stop)
>TENNA COULD'VE DO BETTER THAN YOU
>EXCEPT THAT WHEN FEEL SAD, THEY CRY THREE DAYS
>THE LEVEL OF "BUTT-HURT EGOS" IN YOU PEOPLE ARE SO INSANE
TH-TH-T-H-E ON-L-L-LY-LY PERSON WH-O-WHO CAN DO-DO-DO-DO-DO BETTER TH-THA-N-TH-N-THAN A PRINCE I-IS-IS A KI-KI-KIN-K-I-N-G OR QU-QUE-EE-EE-EE-EEN!
(The plastic at the back of Tempus's head AUDIBLY cracks upon contact with the wall, and his screen protector slides out, some kind of jet black liquid seeping from the crack.)
>YOU SAID IT
>THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN DO BETTER THAN A PRINCE IS A KING OR A QUEEN
>AND I AM A KING
>KING OF THE HELL
(*The floors beneath them cracks, revealing a burning hole, the screaming fills the room)
(As the floors crack apart, it sends a few shelves to become unsteady and send the numerous clocks from different eras flying off the shelves.)
Sci-sCi-SCIENTIFICallY, hell is unproven to be real I DON'T FI-ND yOU VER-VER-VERY FUNNY RIGHT NO-Now-noW.
(Tempus, despite how damaged he got from impact alone, manages to push himself up, and snaps his fingers, cutting the lights in the room.)
(The room seems to get colder and colder....and colder...and colder. It feels like frostbite weather indoors.)
(*Devoilz laugh at Tempus)
>OHH PLEASE, AS IF YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SLAVES ARE EVEN REAL
>YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK ABOUT WHAT'S AND WHAT'S NOT
>YOUR MONEY, YOUR WEALTH, YOUR ROYALTY, ALL ARE FAKE
>JUST AS YOU
>YOU ARE THE FAKEST PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN
>I DON'T GIVE A HELL IF YOU FIND ME FUNNY OR NOT
>FOR CLEARLY, YOU SPOILED ONES REALLY LOVE TO SEE THE POOR PERISH AND SUCH
>HOW ABOUT SOME LIGHT?
>AND WARM OFF, PAL, YOUR DEAD BODY WOULD BE WAY COLDER...
(*the fire rises once more, almost burning the room)
(The fire is causing light to dance across the walls, the room dimmed otherwise. The scent of smoke is creeping through the crack in the door.)
(The end of a hatchet seems to come through the other side of the wall. Ripped back through, and slammed back through the wall again.)
(Eventually, a square of wall has been cut out, and light beams through from the rest of the Inn. Into view comes Fluff, who had immediately jumped up at the smell of smoke.)
SIR, what the actual FUCK do you think you're doing?! I-I...I said I would deal with th-the situation myself! And you're FUCKING BURNING DOWN MY INN!
(He seems to deeply care more about the Inn's security rather than the fact that Devoilz is actively trying to kill Tempus.)
(*Devoilz, looking around the clearly flaming place, put on a goody smile)
>YOUR INN VERY GOOD TO ME
>I SAW HOW YOU HANDLED IT, YOU KEPT GOING, NEVER GOING BACK ON WHAT'S YOURS TO TAKE, ATTABOY
>NOW, IF YOU EXCUSE ME...
(*Devoilz then proceeds to grab Tempus by his leg, making him dangling)
DEVOILZ!
(Fluff throws himself at Devoilz, claws buried into the fabric of Devoilz clothing. His lightness managed to make him glide through the air, claws dragging down Devoilz side.)
I swear to the angel, if you drop Tempus down that fucking hole-
(Fluff's ears are flat against his head, his grip surprisingly steady. His tail is practically whipping back and forth.)
(*Devoilz is unfazed by that sudden change, if anything, he already knew it'll happen)
>DON'T WORRY, SON
>I'M NOT GONNA DROP HIM HERE
>besidesthatwouldmakeourtorturemethodslame.png
(*Devoilz stares at Tempus, giving him the dirty stare)
>GIVE IT TO ME...
*There's a creaking sound coming from tempus' room
What in the flying fuck was that? #3 and #4, go check it out. And make sure it's not a rat or something.
(Tempus waves a few Starlilis over to go investigate the noises as he reclines against his armchair, pouring himself a glass of battery acid, the vibrant green glowing liquid reflecting off it's edges.)
(He dismisses Fluff again, not bothering to continue the conversation he deems unworthy of his precious relaxation time.)
(*inside the room, there's nothing... except for a strange music box on the bed, playing by its own)
This thing is bothering me. #5, go....incinerate it, or something.
(The 5th Starlilis scrambles over to the bedside, careful as not to accidentally brush against it as they lean over, reaching for the music box)
(*the music stops playing...)
(*the hole in the upper side of the box opens, as a strange, weird looking clown)
(*The clown starts laughing at the starlilis)
(*it starts talking)
"TWERPUSS, TWERPUSS, CAN'T GET OFF HIS HIGH HORSE HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
(*the laughter fills the room)
⭐#5: EEEEEEEEE, NEVERMIND, BOSSMAN! D-DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF!
(The fifth Starlilis glows a faint greenish yellow before fading away, assumeably gone now.)
(Tempus is overheating with irritation at being called anything other than his name.)
I-I-I-I-T-'S TEMPUS, GET IT RI-RI-RI-RIGHT, YOU SIMPLE, DIMWITTED, MORONIC, IDIOTIC-
(Tempus's inner fans strain under the intense heat of his rage, his screen flashing between off and on, seemingly glitching out.)
(Tempus continues to glitchily scream continually cursing out the clown....and proceeding to screech a couple not so family friendly slurs.)
(*the clown toy still laughs at tempus)
(*before it stops...)
(*... suddenly, the clown toy open its mouth, and a giant, serpent tongue comes from and licks Tempus on his screen?, face?, whatever
(Tempus freezes, screen flickering off. He's silent for an awkward length of time)
(*The Clown toy starts laughing. it's voice gets deeper as time passes)
(*suddenly, a hand catch the clown toy from its head, and pulls it up)
(*from the dark, Tempus can see a familiar face)
>TEMPUS
>HELLO, TEMPUS
>THE BROKEN PRINCE OF NOTHING KINGDOM
>screwthatkid.rar
>GUESS WHAT?
>YOUR SOUL IS...
>MINE
Wh-wh-wHo- Who even are you? BR-BRo-BrOKEN PRINCE?! EXCUSE YOU, I AM THE MOST HONORABLE OF-OF-O-OF MY A-N-Y OF YO-Yo-YOU!
I DON'T BR-BRE-A-BREAK, I CO-C-O-M-E BACK EVERYTIME, BETTER AN-AN-AN-A-ND BIGGER!
MY SOUL? I FUCKING DA-DAR-DARE YOU T-T-T-O-O-O.
(Seemingly he physically recoils to any blow to his inflated ego.)
(*a strange force holds tempus by his leg and drags him to his bedroom very quickly)
>LOOKS LIKE I GOT MYSELF ANOTHER SPOILED ROYAL FELLA IN MY HANDS
>WELL, DON'T COUNT YOUR CHANCES I GUESS
>AS FOR YOU, YOU CLEARLY NEVER APPRECIATED YOUR SAFETY, YOUR LIFE
>AND THAT'S WHAT I HATE MORE...
>YOU THINK YOU SO TOUGH AND MIGHTY, HUH?
(*Devoilz flaunt Tempus around the room, making him hit the walls, the closet, before making him stop)
>TENNA COULD'VE DO BETTER THAN YOU
>EXCEPT THAT WHEN FEEL SAD, THEY CRY THREE DAYS
>THE LEVEL OF "BUTT-HURT EGOS" IN YOU PEOPLE ARE SO INSANE
TH-TH-T-H-E ON-L-L-LY-LY PERSON WH-O-WHO CAN DO-DO-DO-DO-DO BETTER TH-THA-N-TH-N-THAN A PRINCE I-IS-IS A KI-KI-KIN-K-I-N-G OR QU-QUE-EE-EE-EE-EEN!
(The plastic at the back of Tempus's head AUDIBLY cracks upon contact with the wall, and his screen protector slides out, some kind of jet black liquid seeping from the crack.)
>YOU SAID IT
>THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN DO BETTER THAN A PRINCE IS A KING OR A QUEEN
>AND I AM A KING
>KING OF THE HELL
(*The floors beneath them cracks, revealing a burning hole, the screaming fills the room)
(As the floors crack apart, it sends a few shelves to become unsteady and send the numerous clocks from different eras flying off the shelves.)
Sci-sCi-SCIENTIFICallY, hell is unproven to be real I DON'T FI-ND yOU VER-VER-VERY FUNNY RIGHT NO-Now-noW.
(Tempus, despite how damaged he got from impact alone, manages to push himself up, and snaps his fingers, cutting the lights in the room.)
(The room seems to get colder and colder....and colder...and colder. It feels like frostbite weather indoors.)
(*Devoilz laugh at Tempus)
>OHH PLEASE, AS IF YOU AND YOUR LITTLE SLAVES ARE EVEN REAL
>YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK ABOUT WHAT'S AND WHAT'S NOT
>YOUR MONEY, YOUR WEALTH, YOUR ROYALTY, ALL ARE FAKE
>JUST AS YOU
>YOU ARE THE FAKEST PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN
>I DON'T GIVE A HELL IF YOU FIND ME FUNNY OR NOT
>FOR CLEARLY, YOU SPOILED ONES REALLY LOVE TO SEE THE POOR PERISH AND SUCH
>HOW ABOUT SOME LIGHT?
>AND WARM OFF, PAL, YOUR DEAD BODY WOULD BE WAY COLDER...
(*the fire rises once more, almost burning the room)
(The fire is causing light to dance across the walls, the room dimmed otherwise. The scent of smoke is creeping through the crack in the door.)
(The end of a hatchet seems to come through the other side of the wall. Ripped back through, and slammed back through the wall again.)
(Eventually, a square of wall has been cut out, and light beams through from the rest of the Inn. Into view comes Fluff, who had immediately jumped up at the smell of smoke.)
SIR, what the actual FUCK do you think you're doing?! I-I...I said I would deal with th-the situation myself! And you're FUCKING BURNING DOWN MY INN!
(He seems to deeply care more about the Inn's security rather than the fact that Devoilz is actively trying to kill Tempus.)
(*Devoilz, looking around the clearly flaming place, put on a goody smile)
>YOUR INN VERY GOOD TO ME
>I SAW HOW YOU HANDLED IT, YOU KEPT GOING, NEVER GOING BACK ON WHAT'S YOURS TO TAKE, ATTABOY
>NOW, IF YOU EXCUSE ME...
(*Devoilz then proceeds to grab Tempus by his leg, making him dangling)
