"Are you kidding me?" He cocks his head and glares at you, to which you answer with a shit-eating grin that makes his spaded tail flick to the side in irritation.

Tim — that's what you insisted on calling the entity, much to his chagrin(His name was far too long in a language you could barely comprehend, Tim was convenient) — had offered you a deal, much like any other cosmic horror would. Anything you sought for in exchange for a game of interdimensional "chess", except it wasn't anything like chess. It felt like a strange amalgamation of rules familiar yet different enough to make you scratch your head and look at the guide the entity has (thankfully) summoned (printed?) For you so you could catch up.

The guide proved itself to be helpful when you move your pawn to the left and Tim curses at you, glaring at your two eyes with his multiple ones.

The creature was strange, humanoid in shape, but awfully uncanny. You assume the form he's taken is as normal as he could get, but that doesnt stop the shiver that crawls up your spine whenever you stare at him. The icy blue irises seem to gleam in the darkness of your mindscape, his cold breath always seeming to fan over your face even if he was nowhere near you.

Tim moves his horse forward and diagonal, and a triumphant look crosses his face. So much for winning, You think to yourself as you look back down on the board with a frown.

You shake your head and think nothing of it, your real goal wasn't to win, it was to learn. Your gaze lands upon Tim again and you hesitantly move your bishop backwards, and you see that awfully calculative gaze of his that makes you gulp. Sometimes you'd wish you hadn't been a researcher — but when you feel that rush of adrenaline course through your veins the moment one of his many pale hands reach out to make a move, you can't help but be thankful of your piss poor career choices.

Tim grins, and you can tell by the dangerously sharp teeth he bares. "Your turn, sweetheart."