Morgan.
20.
She/her.

Then I'd make a rather lousy narrator.

I haven't tried to do anything. It's the hero's job to slay the Princess, I'm just here to guide.

I don't appreciate this slander of my character.

Hands clasped, the two of you open the door, and step out into a new day. You irredeemable murderers.

How rude. *I* haven't done anything. If I could, I'd rid the world of you myself, but I can't, so I haven't.

The *hero.*

I doubt I'll have to worry about that, because it won't happen. The fate of the world rests in very capable hands.

Because I know I'm right, so I have nothing to feel sorry for.

She's right to be sorry. It doesn't mean, however, that you should forgive her.

So true. Hashtag Girl Boss.

remember: things are always better if they last forever

It's an objectively bad thing.

( Despite not having a head to shake, there's a distinct feeling that He is, in fact, shaking His head. )

Why should we celebrate rudeness, MILF or otherwise?

I am the quiet you’ve been longing for.

The wood splinters and cracks before the weapon's sharp teeth, until a sizeable gash has been made in the door.

Everything you do, you do excessively, aside from the *one* thing that was asked of you.

"... Uh-huh. And you're aware this all just sounds like a way to save face for trying to kill me, aren't you?"

And now the world-ending Princess you've decided to trust thinks you're either insane or a compulsive liar. Good going, "hero."

As you bring the saw to the door, it gives. Obviously. +

( Sigh. )

Yes, really.

Oh, please. It's not as if "MILF," actually means anything, anyways. People will use it to refer to an attractive older woman, regardless of if she has children or not. I'm sure there's someone who thinks you're one.

Not definitionally. Nothing has been born as of yet.

trouble you're going through to *not* save the world.

"Uh... sure? Who's 'he,' though?"

You make the half-witted, asinine, and quite frankly insane decision to put the Princess down to attempt opening the secure door. She leans against the wall of the stairwell.

What, are you a monarchist or something? Or just a pure nihilist? This is a lot of +

// if his world's about to end he's gonna go out ragebaiting

smiles at you as you make your way up the stairs.

You're nearly at the top, when- would you look at that! The door slams shut right in your face, the lock clicking into place. If you don't mind, I'll be pouring myself a drink.

It's the end of *everything.* There is no "living after," because there is no "living," period. I cannot believe you're so selfish that you'd end the lives of countless people to spare the life of one. A subjugating monarch, no less.

...Gah. Fine. You lift the Princess into your arms, and she +

forget I could kill you right now, see if you'll come around the next time."

I didn't *want* to, but you've forced my hand. I'm not about to let the world end because you got *bored.*

You try to grab the Princess, but your hand remains firmly in place.

( His words are hollow. Push any further and it's like He isn't even here. )

"...What, having second thoughts? Don't +

"Perfect."

She holds out a hand so you can lift her out of the water. No, you can't just let her out like this!

... *I* can't just let her out like this. Before you can grab hold of the Princess, your body locks rigidly in place, completely and entirely frozen. You are *not* freeing her.

"So do we have a deal?"

"I don't need you to cut me out."

She raises her shackled hand, lifting the chain out of the water. It's rusted from countless time soaking under the surface, and she doesn't even break a sweat as she snaps the links.

She hops off the rock and into the water, swimming close to where you stand.

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