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

An experiment. The creator walks, and I unfurl myself from his perch. A little habit I've started to form seeing that he's been so busy lately.

Then the ground comes. And I shape myself into a vaguely human form. It works, sort of.

But it isn't the best. I'm able to make legs and arms, even a torso. But that was all I'm able to make. The first time that the creator saw me, he had cursed and looked away.

I'd resolved myself then to be better.

A head forms, eventually. But it's cursed. Expressions form on it that aren't quite right. I've been told, again by the creator, that it's better. But still creepy.

My feet touch the ground. And with another breath - figuratively that is - I decide to copy something more simplistic for my instincts. A wolf. Specifically, that giant one, she who calls herself Ellaine.

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