forum Pass the Story! Woahhhhhh

Started July 02, 2018 by @Pandapocalypse

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If you don't know what this is, basically, you just add one or two sentences to the story. This can be whatever genre it turns out to be, just as long as it makes sense.

I'll start it off:
There were only three things on the table in front of me: a piece of bread, a dead rabbit, and a bloody knife.

(Hi, I love this idea)
I've often been in this scenario. It comes up a lot in my dreams. I reach out to grab the handle of the knife wondering if this is the same old dream again.

I pick up the knife and wash the blade. I start cutting bread and then the rabbit, then into the pot with the other things it went. Rabbit stew was almost ready, she looked behind her at the demon who was waiting for his meal, this was what she did to pay off her debt

The demon, of course, didn't care for much. This demon had become a regular and I had begun to enjoy their company and maybe they enjoyed mine.

However, neither of us had really mentioned this, so we just assumed that we hated eachother.

this time i had enough i whipped around and spoke to him

"I'm done with this!" I shouted, "I know you hate me, but could you at least talk to me?!" The demon looked at me, shocked.

"I dont hate you I love you!" he replied.

"Wait…what?!" I yelled in surprise

Suddenly i woke up to see myself in a really fancy ballgown while ninjas were attacking

And I realized that I was tied up and gagged with a knife near my throat, "Tell us the information and we'll give her back."

"OK OK! I ADMIT I DO LIKE POTATOES!" she cried

I struggle against my ties. What are they talking about? "Who are you talking about? What's going on? Where am I?"

Then, I realized something very peculiar… I was talking while still gagged! I hadn't just woken up, I had fallen asleep! I tried to wake back up, but was unsuccessful.

Looking at me with great defeat the demon spoke, “Ill give you what you want just let her go.”

The demon handed the ninjas a pair of glowing red and black dice that resembled embers

The ninjas rolled the dice but instead of your traditional dots, pictures came out.

The dice settled on two pictures: one of a knife; the other, a skull.

His face full of fear and pain for those two fateful pictures decided his fate. The one he was desperately trying to avoid.

The demon placed a skull mask on my face and as I was preparing for my destiny, I felt one of those 'knife through your head prank' on the mask. What the heck?

“I’m sorry” is all he says before he plunges the knife into my skull.

“I’m sorry” is all he says before he plunges the knife into my skull.

But somehow, I was still alive. We stared at eachother confused.