World can do many things.

I counted these tiles, these bricks, skeletons, spiders, webs, zombies, dust, rocks and chests possibly a million times. This satisfied my hunger for a while, but every dish, every meal. Every food turns into tasteless paper after a while, its there only to fill in the void in your mind. I ran out of things to do, and the cold rock I am stuck in is growing colder, it reaches to my very centre and wants to ruin me.

For how long have I fought this?

I am insane, I'm speaking to myself in my mind, but... That's only it, I don't do anything else, in the many, many days, years I have been in this dungeon, not once I cried out, not counting the beginning of this fate, not once have I made an imaginary friend. Not once I tried talking to the spider that nested itself on my hilt. God damn it if there's one, being a sword sucks really fucking hard.

But then again, I have said that many times by now, it won't lead me anywhere. I must live this life until something happens, and it won't happen because I lost hope. I hoped for a sick turn of event, to rebuild my faith into having a good life, but I lost that as well. I lost my body, I lost my interest, I lost the things that kept my mind from going insane, but the mind itself I will not give up. Simply because I don't want to. I don't want to lose the last thing that still makes me human. I was a human once.. Dullahan actually, but the only difference is that I could separate my head from the body. And some other things, but mainly that.

Is there anything new? Nope, the zombies are shambling about, still walking into the webs that the big spiders made, but those learned their lesson, not even they can absorb this kind of meat, a lot of them just rotted out into the ground after eating a few. So now they no longer eat them. The skeletons are playing dead since forever, but I know that these get up, I just do. Also the mimic in the right in-depth of the wall stands there for God knows how long. It may be dead by now since not a lot of spiders got close enough for it to devour. Still smart enough to not eat the zombies, sometimes the monsters of this world surprise me in their brilliance. The spiders took a big lead in that, they actually developed a trap that involves one giant arachnid to just body slam itself into anything that is in this room while hanging on a line from their ass. Smart, realllly smart.

And behind me is darkness. Oh no wait, a zombie's coming, hey, wait no no nO NO NO NO UGHHHARRRRGH GOD THAT'S SO DISGUSTING AT LEAST USE YOUR FUCKING HANDS TO PICK THE SPIDER OFF OF ME FIRST, DON'T JUST FUCKING SLURP IT OUT OF ME ARGH.

Fuck.

At least I'm spider-free now. I liked that spider. It made my hilt tingle, reminding me that I'm alive.

Ahh, another night. Hours do flow by quickly once you get used to this. Anything new on the sky? Nope, but my eye hurts from looking up.

No new stars, same old thing, not even a comet to symbolise the beginning of apocalypse, shame.

I miss the snow. I miss rain too, the way the snow, leafs dropped in here was beautiful, droplets of water bashed against the tiles in unison with the wind, beautiful music I must say, storms gave a nice bass and kept the rhythm alive and jumpy. Surprising how much you can learn about nature when it is literally the only thing that keeps you actual company. Often I heard the elves singing, nature's attendants skipping over the hole with wolves and horses, uniting them. I tried to yell, but I couldn't. I don't think I can even speak, I can just ponder.

And look. But at this point I might as well go blind because I won't see much more new stuff. But... I don't want to miss the spiders coming up with something new. The shiny eyes are great creep material, they're very fluffy though, it kinda makes them cute. I think. Wonder if the definitions of some things changed.

Is cabbage a new rose? That'd be fucking hilarious.

Another day. I miss sleep, actually I don't, I feel like sleeping would take longer than just waiting the night out, I can't sleep actually. Why I am speaking like this? I need to finish sentences and not jump like an idiot from one topic to another one. Great, where do I go from here now?

What was that sound?

Are those steps? Must be zombies.

No... No zombie is synchronised with these steps.

They're gone.

I have gone mad.

Please, don't take my mind away from me. Anything but this, I want to be alive.

Please.

I'm begging you.

Don't.....

Footsteps again. Growing louder, I have gone mad and I cannot prevent it, not even suicide, no way for it to happen to me, I can't hang myself or stab myself. I can feel the cold growing higher, I'm shivering, I don't care that I can't shiver, my mind is, it's being frozen solid only to be smashed into pieces, please please please don't no don't take this from me I am-.

"Over there! There's a chamber!"

A voice? Oh my god, it was real, genuine, nothing would mention this room if the source wasn't there. Oh god it was human language too. I don't know what happened to elves but they stopped singing once, just didn't show up and sing the flute. Shadows, I see shadows. Oh my god is this real? Please if I am sleeping don't let me wake up. I don't want to, I rather live in the most fake illusion rather than most real reality.

I see someone. A... Female. Girl, I mean girl, you mongoloid you don't call a woman female, the fuck are you, a tool?

Fuck.

Damn, there's a dude in white robes at the back, some girl with a bow and dagger second in front and a walking plate armour third. Black surcoat on top of it. Fancy. Oh damn, she's big, the blonde, thick, muscles bulging, she's walking in.. She's looking at me and I can't warn her about the spider above.

RUN! RUN!! DODGE DODGE IT!! DODGE! OH MY GOD!

Where is she- She spun so FAST, the big dude groaned, plates hitting the ground... The spider's yelling aaand it got stabbed in the back by the blonde, it dropped dead, behind you girl! Ow, that must hurt, the spider just blew up from her punch after hitting the wall.

She's barely wearing any armour what the hell, does she have a death wish? There's only some.. Cloth wrapped around her tits and some loose pants. Damn... To the left! Niiicee. Kick the zombie good. I think it was the one that slobbered all over me. This group is doing work, the bow chick has a good aim and the plate-man is just walking trough stuff like they're made of butter. Oh, they moved to the middle, bad idea, this is where the skeletons activate.

There we go, what will you do now? A circle, nice, you're smart, but not enough people to protect back sides, robe man and bow chick will have to provide cover for themselves. Oh damn it the blonde suicidal maniac is SO LOUD KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I STILL HAVE EARS YOU KNOW.

And one, two, three, five skeletons done, she's jumping from one to another, oh no she got hit- It's a scrape, good dodge, Aaand final one. They cleared the room.

The room...

Loot.

I am the loot.

Oh my god I will get out of this hell-hole now please pick me up. Please please. I am begging you, pull me out of this stone. I don't want to be cold any more.

"Well... That's.. It I guess." The blonde has a nice voice.

"LOOTING TIME!" I would suspect the bow chick to be loot greedy, not the robe guy.

She's approaching me, the Blonde, oh God act natural, don't fuck this up.. What if she thinks that I'm cursed? No please, I can't stay here forever, please take me. Just.. Act natural, look straight ahead. Act natural, natural... Be a sword for this one time in history.

".. I like this sword."

"Don't touch it, might be cursed."

No no no no OH FUCK!

"I guess... OH FUCK!"

A skeleton was behind me, I forgot about him completely, oh my God please don't kill her! Not now! She grabbed me, oh fuck be careful on the hilt, don't twist it don't twist it don't twist it-ARGHHRGNHH!

"DAMN!"

I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN RIGHT NOW, ARGH FUUCK.. GOD! DON'T TWIST THE HANDLE, IT MAKES THE BLADE SEPARATE AND FLY OFF FFFFFUCK. THAT HURTS SO MUCH WHEN UNPREPARED.. NGGH! IT WAS SUCH A LONG TIME TOO SINCE I DID THIS.. AND SHE JUST YANKED ME OUT OF THE STONE FUCK... At least.. I killed the Skeleton.

"This is fucking amazing! Check this out!" Nrgh.. I think that's the blonde.. Is she talking about this trick?

"Oh wow.. The blade can fly? Therfourdus! Come over here! Check this blade for magical properties!" Oh, plate man is smart. Also a man.

"Mmhh.. Yes yes.. Let me see..." Be careful, that tingles.. OW!

"This... This sword is sentient."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Shouldn't it... Speak then to me? To us?"

"Well.. Let me check... Yes.."

"ARGH FUCK BE CAREFUL!"

"....There we go?"

"Oh my God I am so-so happy that you found me, you don't even know how-how long I was stuck here, p-please take me outside. I am begging you!"

".. You.. DO realize that this sounds like an obvious trap? Why should we?"

"I am begging you, I lost count of days, YEARS, I saw no more than what you just have slain and the small hole above you, I.. I lost my mind, almost, it was hard to live here, you.. Don't understand, please. Please I am begging you, take me outside. You don't have to keep me. I just... Don't want to be cold and in the darkness any more.. Anything but this.."

I.. I hope I'm not crying, I can't feel if there are tears on the blade..

"He sounds pure enough to me. Also quite sad." The.. The robe man is with me?

"Nay! If even half of what this... Thing said is true, it had a lot of time to work on this act! Leave this blade here!" Please don't...

"I mean.. He's not cursed, right, Therfourdus?" The blonde, she, she turned to them both... Where's the one with a bow?

"Well.. it's NOT. But I have no idea how exactly the sword became sentient. That can be a curse by itself.."

"See! Leave it!"

"DON'T OPEN THAT CHEST IT'S A MIMIC!" She almost reached for it.. Everyone's staring at me.

"....How do you know?" Why is this walking armour still questioning me?

"I-I've been here for a long time, I-I don't know if it starved to death or not, but it's a mimic!"

She's pulling the arrow and... Yep, alive, god its death screech is obnoxious.

"Is.. Is that proof enough that I mean no harm?"

"... I still don't trust this blade."

"Hey, it potentially saved my life, I think it's okay!"

"It's not evil magic so.. I mean, I don't swing swords. Don't ask me."

"I like how the blade separates. I'm keeping it!" YES.

YES!

I AM FREE!

I AM FINALLY FREE!

"THANK YOU SO MUCH!"

"Yeah yeah, don't question it.. Soo... Is.. Is that all now? Actually, your hilt is all sticky."

"I uh... Hm.. How d-do I put this... There was a spider and zombie ate it.. B-But that doesn't matter right? Right? Y-You won't leave me here?"

"Calm down, God, I am not going to drop you off, I'll just.. Clean you up near a lake, or something."

"YES THANK YOU THANK YOU-... I uh.. Hm.."

Well... I just made things awkward, everyone is staring at me and her in utter silence.

"Let's just go. We got all the stuff we needed and all the loot." I, for once, agree with the talking can.

"Agreed." Why did we have to say that in unison? Things are even more awkward now.

But. We're walking, I'm being carried out. After all these years, insomniac nights, uneventful days, I.. I am seeing these stairs for the first time. These bricks on the walls... They seem so... Different, but, those are this same as before. Why does seeing them makes me happy? I must contain myself, I want to squeal in happiness. I can't, I need to act natural. Don't fuck this up.. OW MY EYE ARGH, IT'S SO BRIGHT.

"Nngh... Can you.. Turn me around? My eye hurts, too bright!"

"..A simple torch burns your eyesight? Really?"

"YES NOW PLEASE TURN ME AROUND- I-I'm sorry. Please, forgive me.."

"It's fine! My bad!" I'm being moved, I'm sideways now, her hand is blocking the sight from the other edge. I can finally look at her closely. Also no more light.

Whoah, her stomach is so bulky, the abs are barely visible, but the muscles are hard, flexed, outlined with sharp shape. I can see some sweat dripping down the skin folds, in between them, leaving trails that end under the baggy skirt, it's furry, wonder out of what animal her waist wardrobe is made out of.

The skirt jumps up and down, revealing the legs. Can't really get a good look.. Ah, there, oh dear, her thighs are massive, so are her calves. What's up there? She's wearing nothing but a binder of sorts on her breasts. But she is broad, by no means tiny and fragile, and her very sharp facial structure is... Appealing. Tiny scars just add character to it, and long, dark blonde hair put in a thick, long rope braid is very much a cherry on top. I am being carried out to my freedom by a beautiful person... I.. I am happy.

I lack words. I am happy, I can see the next room past her figure. They are talking but I don't care about what, I can see myself being carried, with each step she makes I feel myself grow.. Warmer, hotter, vivid. I.. I am being alive. No longer alone, held by someone, their warmth filling my cold core, cold centre.

"I.. I didn't stress this enough.. Thank you. Thank you so much.. I'm going to cry.."

"It's.. Fine? I guess? But... You are mine now."

"That's fine by be. I'll do whatever you want me-me to do. A-Anything!"

"Well, you can start out by telling me your name."

"What? Oh.. My name. I'm.. I'm Rak. Please to meet you!"

"I'm Onestia. You probably know who Therfourdus is."

"It's me!"

"Greetings?" I really.. Don't know what I should say. I don't want to say more than I should, I'm too afraid to say more. But at least I know the robe guy. Robe guy, it's white, some straps adorning the white cloth, pouches at his waist, oh he's raising his hood. Golden eyes? Fancy. Then again, mine are basically ruby stones.

"Elftwosia is my sister. You saved her from the mimic."

"Yo." Ah, hip and young. Now that I see, their faces are familiar in shape, sharp, thin but fat, red lips. Blonde as well, with a ponytail. She seems to be much smaller too, leather armour hugs her tightly, brown boots and bright brown pants, green armour. She's pretty, I have to say.

"And Thirdon."

Well, I wasn't expecting a pleasant greeting from him, not that I can blame him for that. He's menacing looking, helmet is pure darkness and doesn't show his face at all, just a dark T shape. Surcoat is completely dark, doesn't help the man to look any more friendly. A giant sword is resting on his shoulder, facing me.

I can't help but feel jealous, a very good steel, bronze pummel, decent hand-guard. Is that bear leather as the grip? It is, fancy.

I.. I feel wrong, I am missing something, I shouldn't be like this. Shouldn't I be.. Happy? I am happy, no, I am, yes, but I should be more.. Happy. Have I gotten used to being alone? How... Cold my core has become if I can't become happy as much as I should?

"We're out."

I can't see, the light is blinding me, it hurts a lot