Progin wandered around the city. He was in his most perfect disguise. A very heavy fur scarf, black tinted round glasses with a black bowler hat for further reinforcement.
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Progin moved silently through the crowd, following a girl with pink hair. He moved with a neutral expression on his sweaty and creepily hidden face.
The girl entered a cafe and he soon followed inside. He sat at the table in front of the girl and began to read the menu.
"Holy shit they have a bear-themed cake!" Progin lost all composure in his face as he reached for his sack of coins. After he placed an order for this cute animal cake, he soon began observing the girl.
His finger tapped the table over and over again, waiting for the bear cake to arrive. He began to drool and his eyes opened slightly in a creepy glee.
Because the girl he was currently stalking was not blind and had common sense, she began to freak out silently due to this heavily breathing man covered in apparel that prevented anyone from recognizing him, the creep who was gazing directly at her.
The girl got up from her seat and whispered something to the cashier. The cashier nodded and lead her into the kitchen. He then left the counter and approached Progrin with a nervous look on his face.
"Excuse me sir but Im gonna ha-
"No! Don't tell me..." He looked down at his table and removed his glasses. He wiped the tears dripping down his face away and moaned. "The bear cakes are out of stock, aren't they? It's all gone. What a sad day."
"Pardon?"
He got up from his seat and devastatingly pushed his body out of the cafe. Having lost all reason there was no longer any meaning in staying in this establishment.
He cried into his sleeves before immediately running back inside after remembering the actual reason for entering this unknown cafe. "Where is that pink hair girl?!"
The cashier jumped in and blocked his path. "Im not telling you, back off creepy stalker!"
Progin opened his eyes slightly and levitated the cashier into the air. "Put me down! And Im not saying anything about that girl to you!"
A spoon floated next to him and he pointed it at the eyes of the cashier. "Im gonna scoop out your eyeballs if you don't do what I ask."
Like a crazed baboon, he threatened the poor innocent worker with blindness. "Now tell me where did that girl go or else Im also gonna shove your eyeball in your throat."
"She went inside! I don't know where exactly! Please don't hurt me I beg you!"
"Now tell me when is there gonna be another stock of bear cakes?!" He inches the spoon closer and closer to the cashier's innocent eyes.
"There are bear cakes right now."
"I see!" Progin dropped the man and the spoon to the ground. He then ran off outside, and into the crowd like an escaping inmate who was seconds away from a comfy metal chair.
Using his superior perception and childhood training he knew a trick to locate the girl easily. "Excuse me, ma'am, did you see a pink-haired girl anywhere?" It was a trick called asking someone for help.
"I think I saw one go down that alleyway."
"Thank you miss." He bowed to the lady and then scurried to the alleyway moving past and pushing citizens away. When suddenly it was in front of him, a person with long pink hair.
He knocked the trashcan in front of him and grabbed the shoulder of the pink-haired stranger. "Turn around."
The person turned around with an annoyed grimace on their face. "What do you want?" It a was man with the face of a war veteran. Extremely tough, harsh, strict, and afraid of fireworks.
"Tch... Sorry, wrong person. I'm looking for a girl with pink hair."
"In this crowd? Good luck!" The man walked away and Progin's eyes opened slowly.
It was a sea of pink. People of different backgrounds all having pink hair gathered in this area of the city. "Is there an event going on?"
"It's the annual Royal appreciation day kid."
"Annual royal appreciation day?." He walked off from the man and back to the alleyway. He massaged the temple of his head like a hangover single mother.
A place full of them. Brainwashed sheep worshiping the empire's demons. I have to do something. Something.
Wait. What was the protocol again? "It's uhh... DERT. Destruction is imminent right town? That doesn't sound correct at all."
"Hmmm." Maybe murder should be further down the list. Okay, I have decided.
Progin paced through the crowd in his shady stalker disguise. Moving through this weird crowd of pink blobs, he stumbled past them utilizing his really limited vision.
"Buy royal family merchandise now!"
Seriously? Who would buy this crap?
"Free bear plushie for every ten purchases!"
"I can't. The mission... But Those are... Bears."
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Progin sat on a pink stool while wearing an "I LOVE THE EMPIRE" jacket over his number patriot t-shirt. Additionally, he wore an imitation of the princess's mask and a necklace, both extremely expensive and useless.
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He adjusted his pink gloves while stuffing three flags down his pants. "Just one more."
"You're in luck kid, since you're such a massive fan like me, you can buy the last ticket to the tournament with 20% off."
"And how much is that?"
"80 gold coins."
"How much is the bear?"
"Not for sale."
"I see." He stood up and levitated the stool beside him. Only a fool would pay for that intensely overpriced ticket.
Progin began walking away from the store with 144 fewer gold coins and one more pink teddy bear in his hands.
He unfolded the ticket and read it quickly.
"Come fight for glory and a chance to meet the princess... THE PRINCESS?!" He shrieked like a vulture in distress while ripping off his EMPIRE drip. There was a burning fire inside him and he needed to cool off.
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"It's fight number 7 you beautiful fuckers! On this side we have Org and on this side, we have Candeer the Great!"
Progin having created the perfect fake name smiled while sitting on his pink stool. The past 6 fights were nothing special for him. It was just mages and people with different weapons clashing. Progin was sure he could win this fight like how a bear could win a scrabble against a lost camper encountering baby cubs.
"Better give up now for that meeting with the princess is mine! Fireball!"
Progin leered at the mage and slammed his head into the ground with a look of hatred. He then levitated the mage and threw him at the crowd.
"Org wins!"
Progin sat back down at his stool and waited for his next turn. Which immediately came the next round.
"Okay, battle number 8 it's Org and Valeer the brawn!"
"I will crush you to bits! That mee-
Progin pounded the ground using Valler's body. He dragged him in a circle against the rough terrain and tossed him next to Candeer.
"Org wins again!"
Progin sat back down on his pink stool. He cracked his knuckles and pat his teddy bear. This was just a matter of time before he wins.
"Fight number 72! It's the finale Org vs Carne!" After two hours of waiting and a huge pile of bodies, Progin finally was about to meet the princess. And then kill her.
A heavily armored individual dual-wielding swords stepped inside the ring. Their armor was silver with lines of red in the edge and middle. "Kid this duel is already over, give up."
Carne stood massively in front of Progin. She was an absolute beast of a knight with immersed strength to wrestle dragons based on her clothes alone.
"Lady you gotta stop saying those types of lines." Progin focus of all of his magic on Carne's swords, trying to disarm her. "You're gonna jinx yourself."
"Org I'm a veteran, meanwhile you're nothing but a weak nobody" She hurled her sword at Progin, cutting his arm cleanly off.
"That, Aaaahh! Oh, God!" Progin floated his scarf clean off and wrapped it around his wounded arm. "What the hell!?" He lifted the sword using his mind and raised it in front of him.
Carne stomped the ground and raised a peace sign at Progin. "Two." She dashed at Progin and slammed her sword down at him.
Progin jumped back and push her sword to the right. He then opened his eyes and began focusing on crushing this metal asshole's head.
Carne unchained her helmet and tossed it away before it was crushed into scrap metal which looked like a thick slice of bread. "Murderous much?"
He wiped off the blood coming down from his eyes and breathed in loudly. It was only the beginning of the fight and his eyes have already been pushed to its limit.
"Limb decapitating much?" He focused his eyes on crushing her head into small watermelony bits. Carne let out a sigh of annoyance and stood still.
"Really? Try something else." She punched forward but was turned 180 degrees to the right like the fan of a helicopter.
"Is your head harder than metal?"
"I'm just a little bit thick-headed." She tried to walk forward but her feet were pushed back causing her to fall to the ground like an idiot.
"Seriously?" She raised her gauntlet at Progin and shot out a small sharp rock. He stopped the rock mid-air and slammed it into her head.
"Nice plan." Progin raised the sword and swung in a downward motion much like a guillotine's beheading motion. The sword cut into her skin but stopped suddenly. It was tough like an old piece of meat wearing chainmail made from diamond.
"Thanks for getting close." Carne stood up, brushing off Progin's magic easily. She stepped forward and a gust of air flew off from her legs, she punched forward smashing his head into watermelon bits.
His brain exploded and flew off from the back of his head, smearing the crowd in scarlet red. "Sorry. That was too strong."
"Uuuhh... That. Ca-Carne wins!" The spokesperson wiped the blood off their face and slowly backed away. "Please go to the booth over there for a one-on-one meeting with the princess."
"Yes! Finally!" She walked towards the booth with an innocent child-like smile on her face and away from the headless corpse of her opponent.
She swung the door open and right there inside was the beautiful princess with her signature mask. "Greetings champion." She patted the chair next to her gently. "Take a seat.
"Of course princess. Thank you so much, it's an honor to meet you." She sat next to her and rubbed the back of her neck shyly, the blood sticking to her metal gloves.
"What's your name?"
"It's Carne."
"Carne what?"
"Just Carne, princess."
"What a wonderful name." She sat silently for a couple of seconds, observing the overjoyed knight next to her. Carne bounced up and down and couldn't stop moving it was like she was overdosing on copious amounts of tree bark.
"Am I pretty Carne?"
"Very much princess."
"Wow, thanks. Take off my mask."
"Huh." She blinked slowly and gazed at the mask with fear. "I can't do that. Nobody has seen your face before."
She grabbed her gauntlets and lifted them toward her mask. "Remove it. It's an order."
"If that's what you wish." Her hands shook as she touched the porcelain mask.
*Twist*
The princess's neck spun around and snapped bloodily. Her head fell to the ground and rolled to Carne's boots. "What... Holy fuck!"
"I did it!" A voice crackled from out of the booth. "Get fucked empire. Mission complete!" Progin jumped up and down in celebration, his mind entirely forgetting that his mission was to befriend the princess.
He fell to the ground and lay victoriously. His body grasped hard for air. He had used all of his energy to run back to this place in a matter of seconds.
"You bitch!" Carne charged through the wooden walls of the booth and grabbed Progin by the neck. "Fucking die!" She crushed his neck without a second thought.
"Wait stop... Oh, he's dead already." Said a gentle familiar tone.
"Princess?"
"Yes, I'm immortal. It's a perk from being EMPIRE royalty." She approached Carne.
"Oh okay."
"Anyway, how about a hug."
"It would be my pleasure."
The two ladies hugged, it was a soft and warm-filled hug. "Can I still take off your mask?"
"Yes, Carne."
She quickly tossed the mask away and was greeted by a blank canvas. "Woah! Damn. You're still beautiful even if you have no face."
"Why thanks." A hole formed on her face and a sack of flesh jumped out the hole and inside Carne's mouth in a matter of seconds. They both fell, the princess like a stainless puppet and Carne like a broken washing machine. This is because she was choking to death.
Carne never really felt pain before. She was way harder than steel and she always achieved victory in all of her battles but this was something she could not win. The pain was immense, her throat was being filled with expanding flesh, covering her lungs with acidic mucus.
She wanted to rip off her flesh just to grab the ball of flesh inside of her. But her body was harder than her nails. She clawed at her neck ripping off the skin with ease but failing to penetrate the flesh beneath.
She shook on the ground, her tears overflowing. She was in mental anguish because the EMPIRE's daughter was killing her, the very same empire that she fought countless battles for. She cursed her toughness as she choked to death.
The flesh jumped out of the cadaver and back to the princess's corpse. The body stood up and changed its appearance. Horns grew over her pink hair and her frilly red and black dress morphed into white fur. Her body expanded and bulked up into that of a monster.
"Fear me you weak humans! I'm gonna kill you all!" Exclaimed the demonic monster politely and civilly.
The audience all ran off in a hurry, screaming for their lives while the monster laughed happily. After getting some alone time, the monster squished down to a fluffy-blonde-haired boy.
Finley walked forward and kicked Progin's head away. "I didn't know you were such a princess fanboy. It would be way more fun if you would have won this tournament.
"Now time to cause some chaos. It's a mental health day for me after all."