The Peradventures of Dreamy Smurf
Chapter 21: The Lord of the Flies
"The lord of the flies?" dreamy says.
"one of the big seven… A very powerful demon.. One thing I don't understand is why he would manifest here and how.. Tropical Smurf keeps a magic barrier around the islands to prevent any foreign sources to enter.. When the remnants of your ship washed up on Mango Duck Island the barrier had already been broken.. something or someone is tampering with Tropical Smurf's magic." Witchdoctor says.
"seems strange that such powerful and ancient magic could be compromised so easily though". Dreamy said.
"I know.." Witchdoctor says.
They continued until they nearly reached the end of the cave, battling huge black flies and searching for the source of the chaos. A deep, demonic humming noise could be heard as the darkness of the cave intensified around them. They immediately stopped and looked around although they could scarce see a thing, Witchdoctor's sprite was almost useless before the ridiculous amount of energy present , it hovered above the two, blinking like a light bulb about to die. a figure approached them, it smelled strong of death and decaying flesh. It stopped when it was an arm's length away from the light, they could tell by the sound and smell. Surveying them from the darkness the figure laughed.
"Deal with the spare.." the voice commanded.
Before Dreamy could even begin to know what was happening a huge black fly emerged like lighting from the darkness and rammed itself full force into Witchdoctor. Witchdoctor gasped as the wind flew from lungs, he then went flying into the cave wall before literally bouncing off the wall and flying further up the tunnel. All that was visible was the sprite he summoned that naturally followed him, it hovered above where he lay for a few seconds before it completely died out.
"Witchdoctor! No~! " Dreamy screamed in horror as his friend lay dying on the cavern floor.
"forget him! He is finished!" The voice says.
"y-you… I'll kill you!" Dreamy says, drawing his sword.
"Non-sense! Its bad enough you always have your head up your ass.. you don't have to add suicidal to the list as well." The voice says.
"Wait.. what? Who are you anyway? Your voice kind of sounds familiar" Dreamy asks.
"Why, its me of course.. Just me and Fly." The voice says.
"But that's not possible.. Sloppy? But how? Why?" Dreamy asks.
"Lets just say my time burned out.. But once I help the Anti-Smurf destroy the so called Great Smurf.. He promises to ends this whole thing and return our lives to the way it used to be." Demon Sloppy answers
"and you would believe these lies?" Dreamy asks.
"I am living proof of what he is capable of!" demon Sloppy says.
"look whats become of you.. and tell me that is a world worth living in.." Dreamy says.
"he will restore the world the great smurf has destroyed!" demon Sloppy says.
"It is our own fault this happened not his!" Dreamy says.
"how can you be so sure?.. We fail to dance one time and this is what becomes of us? Would somesmurf that actually cared let this happen? Well? Would they?" the demon says.
"you have gone Smurfy.. Will tormenting these Smurfs really solve anything?" Dreamy says.
"I am here for Greedy.. I don't know what you are doing here but since you are here you will tell me!" Demon Sloppy commands.
"I am here because I left Papa Smurf and the others so I could Smurf some more Smurfberries for everysmurf.. I am here because I wanted to help YOU!" Dreamy says.
"Fine then.. You will help me by telling me where Greedy is!" Demon Sloppy says.
"Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you! Why do you want him anyway!? Greedy has been nothing but Smurfy to us all!" Dreamy says.
"what I want him for is none of your concern! Just tell me where he is and I will leave. You can save the lives of every single Smurf on these islands Dreamy.. Just tell me where he is." Demon Sloppy says.
Frustrated, Dreamy clenches his fists. He thinks of all the Smurfs on the islands just trying to live their lives. He truly has no answer for this creature that used to be his friend standing before him. He thinks of how Lime looks up to him as this great Smurf and how the Smurfs in the village were so kind to him and his crew. He remembers the journey with Witchdoctor, how they slowly formed such a strong friendship, and how he could possibly be dead right now. He thought of young Lemon, what would she do if he returned to the village without Witchdoctor? He pictured her standing there alone in the rotten old mushroom hut, holding Witchdoctor's cap in her tiny little hands, tears streaming down her face while outside the village in chaos, as the very same demons that torment his family miles away rage through the town carelessly in search for a Smurf they will never even find. The burden was too much to bear and Dreamy broke down. He fell to his knees with tears in his eyes. This was truly the dullest moment in any adventurers life.
"When a storm struck our ship…" Dreamy began. "Greedy climbed into the oven to avoid being thrown overboard.. The ship was lifted into the air then.. All I remember is being hit in the back of the head. Nobody has seen Greedy since, I assume he is dead, that oven could be anywhere but it's not on these islands so go search the ocean floor and leave these Smurfs alone!" Dreamy shouts.
The demon chuckled a bit and then let out a sigh.
"I gave you every opportunity to answer my question.. Your lies just sealed the fate of these islands! I will tear these islands inside out until I find what I am looking for! As for you.. You will rot in this cave for all eternity!" Demon Sloppy shouts.
The cave began to shake vigorously under his feet. As the shaking worsened stalagmites and chunks of rock began to fall from the ceiling, the sound of flies being crushed in vast quantities could be heard in the distance as Dreamy helplessly struggles to keep his footing he hears the demented laughter of the Lord of the Flies echoing into his ear.
"You are going to die in here Dreamy Smurf!" The demon said.
He stumbled forward blindly in the dark amidst the chaos, calling out to witchdoctor and coconut but getting no response. He advanced a little further in which direction he did not know, the sounds of earth rumbling, flies buzzing, and demonic laughter was almost too much to bear. His head began throbbing as the sounds overwhelmed him, he called out to Witchdoctor again praying for a response for again received none. He then hears "Gnap!" Before he could respond he felt a sharp pain in his tail which made him scream out.
"I've been bitten!" He thought.
He grabs what he hopes is an antidote from his bag and struggles to open it in the pitch black when he trips over a rock and lets go of it. It rolls a fair distance from where he lay, and he struggles to get up, already feeling the effects of the virus taking over. He reaches out his arm, moving it around hoping he will find the antidote but finds nothing. Thoughts of intense anger and rage began to shroud his thinking until it was almost impossible to think at all. He tried once more to find the antidote but failed. His head felt as though his brain was trying to bust out of his skull and he fought for consciousness.