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

I wake to the sound of a voice, a new one. One that I have never heard before. Never. It's robotic, almost static in its ambience, and yet there was something purely synthetic about it.

As if it was not truly alive, yet the thing before my senses turned up as human. But my eyes did not deceive me, it was truly a robot, one that imitated the human soul easily. What was it, was it some new invention, some military project I had no knowledge of.

Whatever it was, it interrupted my sleep, for what reason, that was unknown. Yet what I did know was that it was loud. As if it had tried to announce our presence to everyone that could hear.

A detriment to my mission. Yet again it begged the question, why was it here, for what reason had it greeted me.

Bonus Interlude: A vacation