Trapped in a warehouse.

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For the past week, you had been trapped in a cage in a warehouse with no much food and water given. You’ve been planning to escape.

But when the day finally came.

The cage was lowered, allowing the mafia crew to throw in two more imps. You noticed that there a new member, a cowboy. Striker, greatest assassin from the wraith ring.

The leader spoke up

Crimson: Hey, fella, we got 2 more friends in ‘ere to keep you company. Now don’t start go crying!

The cage was raised once more from an excavator.

From now on, you were just bored out of your skull with the 2 imps in front of you rambling on. One of them was the famous Fizzaroli but you didn’t really care, and the other, you didn’t even know who. You did know that they’re name was Blitzø from Fizzaroli shouting at him.

Fizzaroli: Great! Now thanks to you, we’re stuck in here!

Blitzø: Oh relaxxx. I’m pretty sure your big royal chicken ain’t gonna let anything happen to his peppy little fuck doll.

Fizzaroli: You wanna play that card, huh? Seems your taste has gotten a little more… Regal lately.

It was just back and fourth insulting at this point, it was driving you insane.