While Deathsaurus isn't sure quite how long he'd been in this Multiworld Immersion Couch of Swindle's, but his chronometer had broken at around 70 cycles, and that was ages ago.

Normally, he'd be annoyed at having to spend over 70 cycles in a stupid chamber while he heals, but honestly, with a holographic you here, its so much more bearable.

Not because he likes your company, or even wants to spend even a nanoklick in the real you's presence, but because of the dream nature of this chamber, he's able to kill you.

You, who humiliated and defeated him. Tiny, weak, useless you who has the most delectable screams he's ever heard.

Deathsaurus is aware that all of this is just a figment of his imagination, that your screams of agony probably don't sound like that at all, but its how he wants you to scream and in the end, that's all that really matters.

The dream you wails as Deathsaurus rips its limbs off, one by one, before collapsing limp and lifeless on the ground.

"Again," he growls, as your corpse turns into code and disappears.

Actually, thats one of the only gripes he has with this simulation.

Your body always disappears, and he'd love to see the look of horror on your faceplate when you see hundreds of thousands of your own dead body littering the landscape.

That's a thought.

When the new you respawns with no memory of your earlier death, so do hundreds of your own corpse, just behind you.

"Go on, turn around. I promise I'm not angry at you for saving that organic planet, or even impaling me on that crystal spire," even though the words are lies, even though he's not really talking to the real you, they still feel like poison on his glossa.

As soon as he gets out, Deathsaurus is going to take you back to that planet, raze it to the ground and then kill you. Slowly.

But for now, the look of terror on your faceplate as you turn around and the surprised yelp that bursts from you when he stabs his clawed digits into the back of your chassis is enough.

"Again."