(Third Person POV)
As James and Amery approached the hotel, bags in hand, James reflected on the new perspective on the soul from Amery. 'Alright, let me get my facts together: Roo said that the shadow is a reflection of the soul here; with some reflection, it's clear to see just how different soul is.'
'But right now, I'm more focused on Roo's words; with shadow's being so important to souls, it makes me wonder.' He puts a hand to his chin, deep in thought, 'Could I use my own shadow as a sort of medium to interact with a soul? I mean, it could work; if a shadow is simply a reflection, then why can't I just effect what's on the other side of the mirror?'
He shrugs his shoulders. 'Food for thought later, though; I gotta get some gifts ready.' He cracked his neck and put his hand over his shadow while he walked, a small dagger coming out of it. The dagger had a black hilt and a black tip accompanying its silver blade. He started to twirl it, flipping it up and down until he caught it by the blade, stopping it.
"Hey, hey, hey, guess who's back?" James said as he entered the hotel, seeing a disturbing sight. Vaggie and Charlie were huddled together, shaking on the opposite side of the couch Nifty was on while Nifty was simply staring off into space and smiling. "We come bearing gifts like that fat man in the red suit!"
He twirled the knife in his hand and walked over to Nifty. "To you, my shortstack queen, I bear a very special knife; please go ahead and try it out on that wall over there." He puts his arm on her shoulder and points to a nearby wall. "Just try and slash or stab the wall over there." She looked at him very confused before getting up and facing the wall about 10 feet away from her, before letting out a lazy slash.
S H I N K
In the blink of an eye, a massive gash was created in the wall she slashed, a manic smile coming across her face as her hands shook with the knife. Charlie and Vaggie started to hold back tears. "Sorry for it being kinda weak; it was my first time doing this sort of thing; just give it to me when you need an up—"
Before he could react, Nifty was upon him, knocking him down and straddling his lap while giving him a deep kiss. 'Well, I can't say I'm surprised, given her love for weapons... Oh, she's going for tongue... Oh, she's really into this... Is she trying to eat me or something? Is it bad that I'm really into this?' After about 45 seconds, Nifty let go of James' lips, a string of saliva connecting them before Nifty got off of him with a trail of her fingers up his chest while biting her lip.
James got up while giggled dumbly. "W-w-what was I saying again?" He said, a dopey smile on his face that Charlie could swear had hearts flying around it. "Master, you were going to give Vaggie and Charlie their gifts." Amery reminded him with a poke on the cheek. James quickly shook his head, clearing his throat while ginoring his crimson blush still on his face and black lipstick on his lips.
"R-right, Vaggie, you first." He bent down to reach in his bag before pulling out a small book about contortionism. "What is this?" She asked, hopping off of Charlie's lap and snatching the book from James, looking down at the cover saying, "Contortionism 4 dummies." "Well, I wanted to give you a book about how to remove the stick constantly hitting your prostate, but then I realized that contortionism was the only book there." Vaggie gave a slight huff while slightly blushing at James' words beforelooking up and giving a slight smile. "I'll look into it."
Finally, he looked over to Charlie. "Charlie, I got you something that you probably wouldn't expect, but something you'll care more about than any material thing." He said, smirking.
To everybody's confusion, the faint sound of a feminine scream came from outside: "In fact, I got you a whole person."
[Host has changed a minor fate.]
[Reward: Moldy]
The sound of screaming came to a head as the door to the hotel slammed open, revealing Angel Dust on the back of Tiger Funeral.
"Charlie, your gift is a new resident to this hotel!"
(Flashback)
(Scene: Valentino's studio)
"Oh, Doll, cut the shoot, please; I need to talk to my special employee." Valentino purred out to the producer, taking a long drag of his cigarette and looking at Angel on the bed, surrounded by four black sinners. "Aw, c'mon, Val, I was just about to get my rocks off!" The first sinner said.
"I know, I know. I promise you boys, I'll be just a second with our little Angel, here." Valentino put his arms around the sinners with a smile on his face, his bottom two arms groping the bottom halves of the two. "Nice cock, by the way." The sinners playfully sighed. "Alright, Val, but make sure he isn't too roughed up, okay?" Val gained an evil grin, not saying a word before grabbing Angel's hand and leading him into a back room.
When they got into the room, it was an assortment of purples and pinks, a sole mirror in the room along with the mood lighting of a dim pink lightbulb on the ceiling. "Now, Angel, I've been needing some stress relief, and who's a better whore in here, other than you?" Valentino asked, Angel getting a weirded-out look on his face. "Are you good, Val? You never talk like this." The sides of Valentino's mouth twitched.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up and get to sucking?" Valentino forces Angel down on his knees with a cruel sneer, while Angel is looking up at him with a gaze mixed with a little fear, but mostly confusion. However, just as he was about to resign to what he was about to do, something neither of them expected came out from Angel's shadow.
A large tiger emerged from the depths of his shadow, protectively standing over Angel's body as he stared down Valentino. "Aw, what a cute puppy! Come here and give Daddy a kiss." He cooed out, extending his face towards Tiger Funeral. He promptly got decked in the face by Tiger Funeral, sending him into the wall with three deep gashes on his face.
Angel was still on the ground, confused about what was happening, and before he knew it, Tiger Funeral was lifting him on his back and quickly running out of the building, Angel screaming on the way out. Yet even on the bumpy ride, Angel Dust couldn't stop thinking about Valentino. 'No way Val was ever that dumb; he's stupid for sure, but to try and kiss a tiger? Something fishy's going on.'
Meanwhile, back at the studio, Valentino pulled himself out of the rubble, holding his head in pain, trying not to let the blood out from the cuts. "Mr. Valentino, are you alright?" One of the previous Black sinners came up and asked hurriedly. "No, no, I'm fine, Chester." He clicked his tongue. "I still can't believe I had to act so damn stupid to lure him out, though. If that thing hadn't actually showed up, I would've looked like a damn idiot."
And with a grin, the cuts on Valentino's face disappeared, his pounding head slowly starting to get better as he stood up to his full height, his grin on full display now. "I should really start believing Voxy-poo more often; I mean, transferring injuries to owned souls? I'm definitely bringing out the toys tonight."
Meanwhile, an unlucky sinner that Valentino also owned on the bottom floor screamed in agonizing pain as deep gashes and a concussion were suddenly thrust onto him.
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(The End)
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I alone will have Maki call me a good boy while riding it—Yuta Okkotsu