It was a stormy night at the was a floating fortress that looks kind of like a black you look inside you see two people,a silver-haired 15-year old,and a red-headed 15-year red-headed one spoke first,"Hey,Dilly pickle,let's host a truth,or dare!"
"What did you just call me?!"Dilandau snapped.
"How about we make a truth,or dare?!"Roy replied.
"..." Dilandau slapped Roy to the ground.
"OW!" The red-head whined,"What's wrong with the truth,or dare idea?! Can we just do it please?"
"...It wasn't the idea you moron,I hate being called..."he spat,"Dilly pickle..."
"Just forget about that."
"Don't call me that again,or I'll rip that red hair of yours out of your head."Dilandau snarled.
"Can we do the idea?"
"...Fine."
"Let's make up some rules."Roy said,"Let's allow yaoi and yuri,but that doesn't make me gay!"
"...I'm not gay either,just saying that now."
"Let's move on to more rules,"he said feeling a little awkward.
"No lemons allowed,I hate those things."Dilandau said.
"You mean those yellow things that taste super sour?"Roy asked.
"...Whatever."
"If there is a double dare to one person they only have to do it...once."
"No making Lord Dilandau mad!" A Dragonslayer randomly said.
"...What did I tell you about bothering me,Chesta?"Dilandau said glaring at the blonde-haired Dragonslayer.
"Ahem,moving on,let's allow visitors."Roy said trying to change the subject.
"Visitors? You better not mean that blasted,Van Fanel!"
"No! I mean people I do know,like another pyro...or two."Roy said.
"Hey guys! Someone should dare Dilandau to dress up as a princess!"Link who had randomly popped up said.
"You!"Dilandau shouted,"I have some unfinished business with you!"
Link screamed as he ran away being chased by the angered Dilandau who had his sword in hand.
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