Demon Potion
Another day, another chapter.
I don't feel like talking, so just read.
Nightmare held his head in frustration.
He was desperate. Desperate for power.
He wasn't the almighty deity of nightmare and devil wishes. He was a weak spirit that could barely hold his own physical form.
It took all his energy to stabalize his being. Projecting his voice to Fumu burnt alot of energy. He had to recharge for a couple hours before sending, Yamikage to do his part of the plan.
And the fiery mutt from hell was no where to be seen.
"Blast it! Where is that dog going? He was to report back here, Who-knows-how long ago!"
True. All the hellhound had to do was tap into the dark powers of his god, and he would teleport safely to his corders.
Nightmare growled in frustration.
"Customer Service!" He shouted in a peevish tone.
The short man, with eerie colored hair, walked in casually, though it annoyed Nightmare. If he knew one thing; He knew his boss wouldn't kill him, for he was far to valuable and important for the project.
He bowed. "Your request?"
Nightmare pointed a boney finger at him, accusingly. "Don't be cocky. I know your testing my patience on purpose."
C.S pretended to look hurt. "But sire. I would never. If I truly didn't want to be here, I would have just left." His cat like lips curled into his trademark grin.
Nightmare scowled. His lackey was right. If He truly wanted to leave, he could have with no one stopping him. Nightmare was to weak to fire blasts and maintain his existance.
Ceasing to exist was scary, even for a god.
Maybe his fierce dog, Chilidog would keep C.S in his place, but that devil dog didn't want to come back. He could force him, but he would waste to much energy. Unless Chilidog would want to be teleported home, that would be just causing unnecessary stress.
Nightmare waved him off. "Whatever. Did you start the project of not? You know we're on a tight scheduale!" He hollered, wanting to intimidate his servent.
C.S stood unwavered by his boming voice. "Yes sire." He replied mockingly, his sly smile never leaving its place.
Nightmare growled, his sharp teeth gritting. "You are dismissed." He said in distaste.
C.S bowed nonchalently and left without another word.
When he was sure his lackey was an ears shoot away, he mumbled. "I wouldn't be surprissed if he's to be the death of me."
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Pick scurried as fast as she could, only hoping, Amon wasn't dead.
'Please don't die on us, friend.'
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Fumu paced. "What is taking her so long?"
Pick entered the clearing. "I'm here!" Her voice rang.
Blade's eyes widened. "Is that-"
Pick nodded. "Yes. It is."
Sword: "So it's a-"
Pick nodded again. "Yup."
Fumu: "Will it heal Amon?"
Kirby: "Poyo! /Yay!"
"Okay, what is this thing?" Bun piped in.
Everyone murmered to each other, completly ignoring Bun.
"Uh. Guy?"
...
"Guys?"
...
"Hey!"
Still not noticed.
"HEY! LISTEN TO ME!"
Everyone jumped.
"Thank you. Now can someone explain what those are?" Bun asked.
Pick plucked a ripe tomatoe from the vine. "This is a maximum tomatoe. Very hard to find. You would have to be very knowledgable if you ever want to find one, or even a whole garden."
Bun nodded. "Alright. So what does it do?"
"It's very special. It can heal wounds from the inside-out. It should be able to help, Amon... but, he looks as if he was torn deep. It would take more than this to help him, but atleast it will begin his body's healing process."
Fumu growled lightly. "He's as good as dead. Even if we give him that, he won't heal out here. Look, it's even infected."
"But we can't move him. He would only loose more blood and possably die on us." Blade added.
Fumu sighed. She looked at his adorable face. His cheeks looked so pinchable. He looked like a baby in Fumu's eyes, and she wasn't about to let him die.
"Give me the tomatoe."
Pick gave it to her. "What do you plan to do? He's unconcious."
Fumu didn't reply. She squished the red fruit in the palm of her hands and rubbed the salty juice on his side.
At first, Amon flinched. His face relaxed.
Fumu smiled. She knew this would work.
"What is she doing?" Sword mumbled, mostly to himself.
Pick brightened. "I get it! The juices will numb and disinfect it! Am I right, dear?"
Fumu nodded. "Yes. After that, i'll need something to wrap him up in. Anybody have a cloth?"
No response.
Fumu mumbled incoherently. "I have an idea. Blade."
"Uh. Yeah?"
"Come here, and don't freak about the next three seconds."
"Um. Okay, but wha-"
In just a few seconds, Fumu cut, Blade's black clothing.
The young eterna bowed her head gratefully. "Thank you!"
The blood colored creature looked down to see her stomach plain to see. Her chest was covered and her bottom was still concealed. (much to her relief)
"F-Fumu. What did you just do?"
"And HOW!?" Asked a bewildered Sword.
Fumu sighed. She would have to tell them sooner or later.
"Tell you what, i'll explain later."
That seemed to quiet both knights.
'Hang on, Amon.'
End of entire fanfic!
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