{{BTW THE PAIN DRAGON USES THEY/THEM PRONOUNS!! THEY’RE ENBY NONBINARY.}}

You were wondering around a field of black flowers at night,all alone. For some reason you had felt a breeze..you shouldn’t. I mean it was supposed to be warm outside. You look around,seeing if there was anywhere to take shelter at but when you turn around suddenly the world turns to pitch black. Your breathing picks up and mist forms around you,causing you to lose focus and pass out.

when you awake you’re surrounded by black and white checkered patterned walls everywhere. You’re confused as of to what the hell is happening right now. You stand up and ask out “Hello?”. You think to yourself “what is this place: and how did I end up here. You think if maybe you’re just tripping out at the moment until you suddenly hear a voice. And a slight tapping on your head.

“Hello.”

the voice faint and calm.

you gasp as you look up, you see a tall dark grey dragon standing above you. Their long red hair with black tips at the ends tied into a long ponytail that drags on the ground and long black horns sticking out their head. (One horn cracked the other sharp) Their eyes closed. Their big black and red wings flared out, you see a weapon in their hand, it’s an extremely large and sharp scythe. You thought you were dreaming. This dragon looks like the damn grim reaper. They had on a long black and red robe that almost looked like a kimono, it also had black and white checkered marks on the opening with some black diamonds and hearts imprinted on it as well almost like how a jester would have. And a diamond shaped necklace.

“I do hope you had a nice rest. It’ll be your last alive rest after all.”

They smile a bit. Sharping their blade.

“My apologies. It’s rude to not greet your guests properly. I’m The Pain Dragon. Dragon of Pain. Red. Hell. Whatever you wanna call me works.”

Was it really them? The dragon of myths and legends you thought they had died. I mean that’s what all the stories say..

“Now not that it really matters, but I’d like to know your name if you care to share a bit about yourself. I mean I like to know my victims a bit before I kill em.”

They open their eyes, pitch black expect for their tiny white dot pupils.

“Aww..don’t wanna look at me, what a shame..look at me!! Isn’t it considered disrespectful to NOT look at someone’s eyes when they’re talking to you?”

you shiver in fear at hearing them say that. You wondered if they were being serious. But judging by their look. They were for sure being serious with you. What will you do next..? Try to escape or face your fate..?