Alright, chappie uno! This'll be a touch wordy but bare with it cause all the juicy and fabulous bits shall appear in the very near future~ I hope you enjoy the read :D
Boredom can bring out the worst in a demonic being. If one, such as Marshall Lee, is exposed to boredom for long periods of time then they can develop a murderous mentality and may go on a rampage at any given moment. A cure for boredom can be difficult to find, almost impossible, if one has no sense of creativity. Well, that or if you're not an idiot who likes to annoy the shit out of people for fun, like Marshall. Unfortunately, this idiot has made a habit of annoying a specific being whenever boredom reared its hideous head.
However, that specific being happened to be on a date with a fiery prince, who absolutely hated Marshall's mere existence. Not that he cared but Marshall didn't exactly feel like getting into a fight with that hot mess. And so, he was left restless and agitated. What's a demon to do?
Wander around a suspicious looking forest in middle of the night, of course.
Marshall got himself dressed in a simple red plaid shirt and black skinny jeans, strapped his axe-bass to his back, and decided to bring his sun hat-in case his mini-adventure lasted longer than anticipated. A few moments later, Marshall was out the door and making his way to the suspicious forest.
It wasn't his first time in these woods but Marshall never dared go any further than what he was familiar with. Not unless he had Prince Bubblebutt or rabbit ears to go exploring the unknown with him. Don't get him wrong, Marshall wasn't afraid; he'd run straight into the dark shadows if he hadn't felt as though he'd cheat his friends-yes, friends-from something exciting.
However, that night, Marshall felt a sudden urge to uncover whatever lurks in the darker parts of the forest.
Marshall whistled and strummed a lazy tune on his bass as he walked an unfamiliar path. It was illuminated by the moon's soft light, giving it an alluring appeal, and the ground turned muddy part way through. Floating a few feet above the ground, Marshall continued his little journey. Critters of all kinds darted in and out of sight and leaves rustled loudly in the night air.
Boooriiing, Marshall groaned, deciding to take a small brake on a nearby branch.
"Hey, I'm not a chair, buddy."
Startled, Marshall launched into the air and stared wide-eyed at the spot he'd been sitting in, "What the-"
"Thank you," The unbelievably deep voice scoffed, "Now go away."
Blinking rapidly, Marshall floated around to the trunk of the tree, nearly biting his tongue off at the sight. There, smack dab in the middle, was a wooden face-mouth, eyeballs, everything. What the-
"Did you not hear me? I said go away." The tree grunted, "Oh, don't tell me you don't understand? Shoo."
After a few moments, the shock subsided into offence as the tree kept shoo-ing at Marshall. Ignoring the command, Marshall floated eye-level to the tree's face, "Hey, bark-face, I'll leave if you tell me where I can find something exciting in these woods."
"Exciting?" The tree paused in thought, "You'll leave if I show you something exciting?" The tree waited for Marshall's nod, "Okay, go straight down that way," a branch rustled as it pointed to the left of Marshall, "And you'll find something exciting."
Raising his eyebrow, Marshall glanced around to the direction the tree told him, and debated whether or not he should believe the cranky tree. It turned out to be a waste of time since Marshall was born with a YOLO attitude. As he floated away, Marshall called over his shoulder, "If there isn't anything exciting then I'll come back and serenade you."
For what felt like hours, Marshall floated past low hanging branches and spider webs. He cursed the stupid tree under his breath and swore he'd annoy the cranky thing until death. Sighing, he floated down and landed softly onto the ground, which crumbled beneath his feet.
"Whoa!" Marshall caught himself before he completely fell, "Flying makes everything so much safer."
Marshall floated down the newly created pit. A sudden flash caused Marshall to hiss and, before he could regain focus, fall into whatever the Glob that was.
Without a chance to see his surroundings, Marshall landed on his head, smashing onto something hard. The Vampire King fell unconscious.