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

My breath comes out in strangled bursts. My weapons fall to my side and my... my heart; It's still there. I- I should be dead but- but that girl... that fox, she didn't kill me?

I taste copper. That sickly sweet taste of blood in my mouth. My vision frays at the end and my stomach gurgles with such fervent need.

I- "Are you fine." My voice is so, so small. "You made it out, right?" Any equipment I had, including my radio, is destroyed. And all I can talk to is the nothing in front of me. Nothing but the wind can hear my pained whispers.

I cough. Phlegms of blood fall into my hand. Crimson... crimson and black. Like a curse had spread through my heart and into my blood.

This is where I die. I know that. But- But I at least have some hope. Has she forgotten about me? Has that fox gone her way and let me be? Has she?

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