SpacesSnips

I died.
That's obvious. But I was reborn. How? Don't ask me. Maybe it was some god. A divine being?
Ah- It doesn't matter. My life burned away and now- well I'm stuck here in this black void. This dungeon.
Maybe I had lived a pious last life.
Laughable as that was.
But I was given a second chance. Told to grow my dungeon, to create hulking monstrosities that would destroy the world.
In short, I am now a villain.
I am the consciousness of the dungeon, the little orb at the end my body. And still I live. A projection of a body is created - a trap - and I am that. I am the one to guide foolish adventurers to their death.
My looks are curated. Soft features that entrap the mind. I am the dungeon. I am the projection, I am human, and I am the dungeon.
And I will conquer all. Every being will bow before my might.
"Before you're cuteness~"
Ah- heh- that too... help... I didn't ask to look this cute!

A Trap in a Lewd Dungeon

*Plop* *Plop* *Plop* *Plop* *Plop*

There they went. Jumping here and there, making these amusing sounds. All while carrying the body of a boy oh' so amusing. He- there was a part of me that wanted their death.

Each and every one of the people who had dared step foot over my land. But then I took a breath and let myself see the actual situation.

I made my peace with their invasion and looked past their treachery and towards their use.

When my foot was raised to crush his head... it was only then in that moment of contemplation, only then did I see his true use.

Dozens of inventions lay by his side. Each with their own purpose, hand made and precision cut. I did my best to ogle them, test their functions myself but...

I couldn't get the damn things to work. Security? Complexity?

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