Dragons [Inferno 11]
Aug 11, 2021 14:21:16 GMT -5
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Post by M A J E S T Y on Aug 11, 2021 14:21:16 GMT -5
A jaunty piano plays over the scene. The door swings open and Majesty steps through, a wide grin on their face. They are adorned with a GIGANTIC neon pink bowtie and teal power suit. and they've used some combination of glitter and paint to create a beard on their face. Their outfit is accentuated by hot pink gloves, complete with long, sharp nails on the end.
Majesty begins to sing...
"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood... a beautiful day for a neighbor..."
They pause and kick off their shoes after closing the door behind them, then turn and stare directly into the camera, narrowing their eyebrows.
"...would you be mine? Could you be mine?"
Majesty snaps back to their bright and welcoming persona, gently bending down to pick up their shoes.
"It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood, a neighborly day for beauty!"
They twirl over to the closet nearby and throw open the door, tossing their shoes inside, while still singing in a chipper voice.
"Could you be mine? Would you be mine?"
They shut the door behind them with their foot and dive onto a luxurious blue suede sofa nearby, laying on their stomach and writhing while running their hands along their head.
"I have ALWAYS wanted to have a neighbor just like... you!"
Majesty's long, sharp pointer finger worms its way directly towards the camera.
"I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with YOU!"
That patented long, eerie cackle rings out over the set. It sounds like it's coming from everywhere. Majesty rolls over and sits up, suddenly dropping all sense of joy or wonder from their routine and just chanting into the camera...
"Let's make the most of this beautiful day
Since we're together, might as well say...
...would you be my... could you be my...
Please... won't you be...."
Since we're together, might as well say...
...would you be my... could you be my...
Please... won't you be...."
Suddenly their eyes flash red and a different voice growls out:
"MY NEIGHBOR!!"
There's a quick cut of the camera, along with dead air beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep, and then we're back! Majesty is in a large armchair with a comically large storybook.
"Well, hello there, boys and girls. Welcome to Majesty's Magical Story Time! Today, I wanted to tell you all one of my favorite stories. It's all about trying your best!"
Majesty flips open the inside cover of the book and holds it up to the camera so the imaginary crowd of children can see. The camera pushes in on the book, slowly, until the blank pages of the book fill the entire screen. A single black line appears on the page, animated, and begins to fill in the shape of a mountain.
"There once was a taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall mountain! At the top of this mountain, everyone knew that a very special treasure was lying in wait for someone to come along and snatch it up. For generations, people knew of this legend, but very few ever dared to go up there, because the treasure was guarded by a scary dragon!"
The penstrokes on the page begin to swirl around, illustrating a pile of treasure painted in yellow at the top of the mountain, and a big angry green dragon sitting atop the mountain, smoke billowing from its mouth.
"One day, the dragon grew bored. Nobody had come for his treasure in so long, so the dragon sent out a message. The dragon wanted the town's two best warriors to take up arms and brave the treacherous mountain climb! If they could do that, surely they would be able to claim his treasure!"
The page turns, seemingly on its own, and two figures begin to come to life. The first is a woman with black hair, wearing a makeshift turtleneck and glasses. She is surrounded by ever growing stacks of books, taller and taller.
"One warrior was chosen. She studied in libraries, absorbing knowledge and running a tight ship. If anyone can defeat the dragon's clever traps it would be this woman! She was not a warrior of might, but instead, a warrior of the mind! She commanded respect and honor from everyone -- surely, she would be cut out for this task!"
The page turns onward and another body forms, this time of a disheveled looking man, shirtless, sleeping on a pile of trash.
"The other warrior was also not a typical choice! Once, he was a great hero who many respected. But now, he was best known for sleeping in filth and being a drunk! This could be his moment! If that momentum could carry him forward, perhaps he could both capture the treasure and defeat the great dragon!"
Another page turns as wind can be heard gently brushing the pages around in the book.
"Both of them trained until the day it was time to climb the mountain. Their climbs were each treacherous. For our librarian friend, she came face to face with a monster that took the form of her lover in an attempt to unnerve her! She steeled herself against his wily tricks, though, and perservered, defeating the monster in combat."
An animated line drawing shows Mistress Discipline defeating a yeti-looking monster wearing bowler hat.
"Our washed-up friend faced a similar image, although rather than a monster, the mountain threw his own past at him. Would our friend be able to face his own past? Overcome his own demons? His own disappointing failures? Could he recapture that past glory? Well..."
The storybook shows pencil markings slowly creeping in on our hero, and just as they threaten to consume him, he's able to let out a burst of energy. The storybook shows a beam of light arcing from the town below to the side of the mountain, helping him destroy the darkness around him.
"The hope of the townsfolk gave the hero a new leash on life! If he could defeat his demons, certainly now, he was ready to face the dragon! The prayers carried him onwards, and at the top of the mountain, he and the librarian now stood at the precipice of the dragon's den."
The drawings depict the two figures standing at the mouth of a cave, only slightly hesitant. Majesty's voice lowers to a whisper.
"They both readied themselves for whatever lied in wait. The Librarian kept her wits about her, making sure to keep an eye on all angles of attack as she crept through the cave. Our hero drew his sword and shield, ready to defend and fight at a moment's notice. They made their way down twisty passages and rocky crags, and just as they made it to the treasure hoard..."
The drawings show a giant pile of gems and coins, just ripe for the taking.
...Suddenly, the book is INCINERATED in a burst of flame! The children all shriek in horror, along with the drawings. They yell and cry, "PLEASE GOD NO!" and "I CANNOT FEEL MY LEGS!". The drawings dance in the air of the room Majesty is in, no longer bound to the page. The librarian is snapped in half by the mighty jaws of the dragon. The hero is burnt to a bloody, messy crisp. Sobs can be heard coming from the children.
"Alas, they were brutally and cruelly murdered just as they were SO CLOSE to achieving their destiny! Sad!"
Majesty gets up and twirls around, knocking into the stick figures in the air and dissipating them. Children can be heard behind the camera sobbing, crying. One of them eeks out a "But... why?" Majesty smiles and leans in close to the camera.
"You see, the dragon gave them false hope. Made them feel they were ready. But they were not. The dragon was bored. He wanted a challenge. But the burnt, mangled body of the hero and the half of the librarian he returned down to the village served as a bloody reminder that the dragon... WAS A FUCKING DRAGON!"
Majesty throws their head back into a full on cackle.
"If any other member of that town got it in their head that they would step up to the dragon... perhaps they would remember what happened to the last poor fools. The dragon cannot be defeated - and there was nothing they can do about it. Hope is a myth. A silly story the commoners tell themselves to give them a reason to keep going every day. To him, they were his playthings. Toys to be consumed and discarded as needed. But to them... the dragon was the endgame."
Majesty prances back over to the closet, pulling out their shoes and gracefully slipping them on before heading to the door. They place a handle on the doorknob and stop for a moment, turning back to the camera.
"So let this be a lesson to you, children. Take solace and contentment in where you are. Because you, my dears, are not dragons. You are townfolk. You are, more likely than not, destined to be supremely mediocre. Don't let the world give you false hope, because hope is an illusion. The best you have is to aim to be just boring enough that the dragon doesn't take notice of you. Don't end up like the Librarian or the Hero. After all.. you DO know what happens to the tallest poppy plant in the field, hmmmm?"
Majesty giggles, winks, and saunters out the door. Cut to black.