“As fast as you can heal, you can still die in a very brutal fashion. A dead man isn’t a go-” The mysterious being soon swept into the air as letters floated. The letter following him just being an S.

“Why wasn’t I informed before..” Sighing as he looked down to see a fork protruding from a young faired hair male. Looking at it quietly as he soon realized what was in his stomach. The pain built from it hitting him. “Oh…” Passing out again as he was flung out of the wagon too.

Waking up in a bush the boy looked to not see one but TWO forks stuck in him. “The Fuck?”

Poking at the fork as it doubled becoming three forks and a spoon stabbed into him. “Please, let this be a dream..”

“It isn’t though?’

“What do you mea—” Looking down as his skin was starting to forming around the forks and spoon. As the eating utensils were slowly sinking into him, a stabbing pain still present. “If this hell. Why did god put me in here? I never asked to be here.”

“But you did.”

“When?”

“Yesterday.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Oh.”

“Yea.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m a shady yet essential person/ voice/ thing to your quest. In turn, you can say I’m your quest giver. I just get dialogue primarily though. No action explanations.”

“Must be tough.” The utensil bulging from stupid coincidence boy skin around for the quest giver/ voice/ thing character. “ Where are you Mr. Quest Giver.”

“In honesty, I’m not sure. But, you should deal with the bulge of yours.”

“You're not the quest giver, I am. You're just the advice box.”

“Oh, thank you.” As the short exchange waS OVER a wooden box fell out of the sky as it crushed the carriage horse. (We can’t have this- SHHH WHO CARES. Oh okay ;-;)

“WHERE'S THE BUSH I WAS IN.” The carriage crashing into the box as it flipped the metal beast. Causing Utensil Bulging From Stupid Coincidence Boy Skin. Causing him to fly out and get stabbed by a conveniently placed dagger. Yelling in pain as the side characters watched as one gained got a floating text over them.

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Meanwhile, the advice box stood(?) on top of the now bandit looking horses. A puree of bones and meat beneath the box. The surrounding around him bloody. “Ooo, plot progression?”

“Oh ok.” Standing up as the dagger was still in him healing slowly as the skin started to creep up the blade. “ The name’s (YOU GET TO CHOOSE! PUT WHAT YOU WANT IN THE COMMENTS BELOW! :D) I’m a human with absurd healing abilities that cause more pain than anything to me. Apparently it’s from one of the thirteen mystical dragons or something.” Walking up to the advice box as a book from the sky fell and the box. The book being a cliche of the lore of the thirteen dragons and stuff. But the box soon absorbed it as if were some omnipresent being.

Snickering softly the box told C.U.B.F.S.C.B.S. “You're blessed by the ultimate Slime Dragon. Well, actually the most disliked dragon due to it’s ugly appearance of being slime with floating organs. Typically absorbing stuff AND you're the weakest I’ve ever met. You got stabbed the baby fairies guild..”

“Oh. Thanks.” C.U.B.F.S.C.B.S suddenly becoming angsty as he sulked off being derpressed.