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

The sun falls. Night comes in short order. And the moon looks so bright. I turn my head and muffle the sound of the rotors. My stomach tells of something bad. The moon shines on me, and I feel the weight of the mission.

The ground parts further and further until we reach our desired altitude. Someone pokes at my shoulder, but my silence tells more than any words.

The wind is even worse. A bitter cold that batters at our already thin uniforms. My lips press together.

Is it superstition... just a feeling... I don't know.

Another gust of wind hits me, and my own eyes harden at the gust. It goes through me, then the empty seat at my side, then the person adjacent to me.

They stiffen then relax. Taking comfort in their weapons. Knowing that at least it won't fail them.

100 (Bonus)