"Dude calm down!" Prismo reels in disgust as he watched scarab morph and twist his limbs, trying to break free of the wishmaster's hold, only to inevitably fail. Prismo was made up of light, in which the buggy god-auditor was inherently sensitive to, bringing him unimaginable agony. and, unfortunately, slight pleasure.

Prismo himself had never been able to touch anyone, let alone move or hold them, and you felt..odd. different. special. So, seeing you, writhing in his hands after so many years of your degrading and snide comments, he wasn't about to release you. oh, no, he wasn't.

He pulls you closer to his form, going slightly easier on you as you moved and groaned, your fingers sliding underneath several areas of his shell casing, causing agonizing pleasurable pain.

"whoa, relax, scrabby..! I'm just holding you here..." He observes you, a thought forming, if he was able to make you wish for Fionna and Cake's world to be canonized, then he wouldn't have to worry about his job being taken, or you killing off innocent people!

"...what if we made a deal, scarab?" and if you disagreed? more light-shocks.