"OH MY GOD!!"
Finn scread, clutching the edges of Chestelle—who was still in chest form and plumting like a teor. Lickthorn hovered beside him, windblown and shrieking like a goblin in a washing machine.
They were heading directly toward Seraphina.
The Sacred Blades of Hope watched, frozen in wide-eyed horror. Ardin, anwhile, was still busy wiping white sli off his armor, grumbling about "hero taxes" or sothing.
Seraphina turned just in ti to scream, "BY THE HOLY OVARIES OF CELESTIA—!"
BOOM!
Chestelle slamd into the ground at full force, annihilating whatever poor slis or anyone who were dumb enough to still be standing around.
Finn catapulted forward, tumbling like a sack of laundry off Chestelle and smacking the ground hard—probably breaking a pinky in the process.
"Ughhh," he groaned, writhing in pain.
But then... he saw it.
Just off to the right, standing proud, glistening under the dim bioluminescent sli-light—was the Sli lo.
A glorious little bean perched atop a stem, dark blue and radiant. Finn’s eyes widened. He’d made it. After all the pain, chaos, and perverted side quests... he had reached the promised land.
He imdiately began crawling on all fours, wheezing like a goblin who just spotted a golden chicken nugget.
"Precious..." he muttered.
He reached out, trembling fingers quivering in the sliy air...
And then—contact.
Finger t lo. A union so sacred it could rewrite cosmic balance.
The bean was smooth. Firm. But still... just the right amount of squish.
It was oddly satisfying.
Finn lifted it from the flobrout, cradling it like it was the Holy Grail of Slidom.
He turned his head, eyes darting across the battlefield.
Chestelle, still in chest form, lay mouth agape in a puddle of sli like soone had just thrown her from a truck.
Lickthorn was splayed out in a shallow sli stream, floating like a drunk at a waterpark.
And Seraphina—poor, sacred Seraphina—stood trembling. Her staff lay on the ground, her legs shaking violently. She stared at the newcors like they’d just risen from a cursed musical.
Then—
"FINN! YOU BETTER LIVE UP TO YOUR PAYNT AFTER ALL OF THIS!"
Finn glanced up.
There, high above on the cliff, stood Majestria—hands on hips, her divine figure frad by the glowing cave walls. Her voice echoed like divine judgnt.
He gave her a thumbs-up, proudly holding the Sli lo aloft like he’d just won the interdinsional lottery.
And for a brief second—just a tiny one—Majestria smiled.
A faint, pleased smirk.
He got it. And for once... she approved.
But, as always, their wholeso chaos ca to an abrupt and screeching halt.
Because of course... Ardin had to open his mouth.
Still wiping the second helping of white goo off his cheek—courtesy of Lickthorn—Ardin wore a face of pure disgust, like soone had just sneezed into his soul.
"Who in their right mind—?!" He glanced toward the crash site. His eyes landed on Finn.
And the disgust quickly turned into unfiltered rage.
"You..."
Finn, anwhile, had both hands stuffed with Sli los, grinning like a man who just robbed a candy store and got away with it. He pocketed one more bean before flashing a smug salute.
"Hello there."
Ardin stord toward him, nostrils flaring. He shoved Seraphina to the side without a second thought, making her stumble slightly.
"You snot-nosed little rat..."
Finn narrowed his eyes.
"Why do you treat her like garbage?"
Ardin scoffed, not even looking back at Seraphina. "Why does it matter to you? What business do you even have being here? Interrupting a crucial part of our quest?" His voice dripped with righteous condescension, the type only delusional chosen ones could muster.
"Let guess—you’re trying to steal my glory again? Hijack another victory and slither away with the fa?"
He bared his stupidly perfect, pearl-white teeth in a snarl.
Finn just stood there, arms crossed, unimpressed. "What’s it to you? I’m here on official sli business."
Ardin rolled his eyes.
"Official? Don’t make laugh. What important mission could possibly justify your presence in this sacred battlefield?"
Without a word, Finn held up a Sli lo. It jiggled shined sowhat in the air. For so reason.
"To get these bad boys."
Ardin stared in disbelief.
"...You’re joking."
"Nope."
"You really are a fool."
"Says you, shiny-pants."
The tension was building, the kind of standoff that usually led to soone getting kicked in the face.
But before either could launch a dramatic ani-style attack...
RUMMMMMBLE.
A low quake rolled through the cave.
The sli on the ground rippled. Pebbles trembled. Even Chestelle let out a soft creak from chest-form.
Everyone went still.
Seraphina looked around, clutching her staff. Raze blinked and muttered, "Soone’s inner demons are showing, hmph."
Finn froze.
"...Was that you?"
Ardin frowned.
"No. Was it you?"
Then—
Another rumble.
Louder.
Heavier.
Wet.
Sowhere deeper in the cavern, a sickening squelch echoed.
Sothing had woken up.
The rumbling didn’t stop. In fact—it got worse. Louder. Heavier. Angrier.
Whatever was coming... it wasn’t friendly. And it definitely wasn’t small.
The ground shook violently, forcing everyone to stumble. So nearly lost their footing completely.
Then—
"AAAAAAHH—YOU STUPID PLANET!"
Majestria scread as the cliff beneath her crumbled, sending her tumbling off with zero elegance.
THUD.
She hit the ground below with a loud grunt and an undignified pose. Her legs were in the air like a broken action figure.
Ardin whipped his head toward Finn, enraged. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID! Your idiotic stunt triggered all of this!"
Finn casually dusted off his hands, unconcerned. "I don’t know. Feels more like you pissed off the cave."
"You arrogant—!"
Suddenly—
ROOOOOAAAARRRR!!!
A monstrous bellow erupted from deep within the cavern, silencing everything.
It echoed through the chamber like a god vomiting thunder.
Everyone froze.
So of the Sacred Blades clutched their weapons. Others just turned pale.
Even Lickthorn stopped wriggling in the sli.
Finn glanced around, then at the shaking sli ground beneath his feet.
"...Yup. That’s my cue."
He leapt across the small sli river, aiming to get as far away from the roar as possible.
But the universe, as always, had a middle finger reserved just for him.
CRACK—!
The ground beneath Finn gave out. A section of the floor caved in violently.
"OH CO ON—!"
He plumted.
"Oh my panties!!" Seraphina scread, reaching out toward Ardin—who promptly backed away. She flailed uselessly as gravity claid her, plumting straight to the hole with a squeal.
Now—
The floor swallowing them both whole.
Down into the darkness.
Their screams echoed as they disappeared into the depths below.
Then silence.
Followed by the faint, wet sound of more sli bubbling sowhere deep.
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