Once, it was a child’s game. A child’s game to cut down their enemies. What was once childhood innocence, was now ruthless destruction.
“Cut,Cut, Cut, look at alllllll the dust!”
The child slide across the floor, cartwheeling out of the way of the bone attacks their enemy was sending out. They moved like a force of nature, leaving nothing in their path. continue time and time again after every death. Even after their victory….They returned to the beginning of the battle.
They knew what to do next.
Footsteps echoed down the Corridor as they appeared once again in front of that comedian. Watching him fight with his all, only to fail, that was worth doing it all over.

“Want to play again?”