User:Deadlyslashsword/Sandbox6

Bunny: So if you'll just, ah, step into the, um. Coffin. Please. Does it feel weird?

8: I was hoping to avoid this specific scenario for at least a little while longer, yes.

The coffin slowly descends through the ground like an elevator until it softly reaches its destination.

Friend: Let our guest in!

'''The coffin lid opens and 8 is privy to a world completely different from Sundry. An enlongated room, an office. Red carpet lines the floor, and a trophy case adorns one side wall. At the far end, a man in a slick suit sits behind an impressive oaken desk in front of massive arched windows, which curiously seemed to show that they were several stories up, despite the fact that the coffin seemed to travel downward.

Friend: Hello! Welcome to my home! :D

8: Dispense with the formalities. The short one said you could cure what ails me.

Friend: Oh, but of course! You were so gracious to give up your mortal soul, your only one, to us! To show my deepest gratitude, I shall grant you one wish. There are no limits on size, worth, or even reality! So, Mr. 8, what will it be?

8: I want...no, I demand for you to rid me of this damned curse. You have no idea what it has put me through. I gave you my soul. Give me what I am owed, what I deserve!

Friend gives him a knowing look, and his grin stretches even wider.

Friend: Oho! Such fire in those eyes of yours, Mr. 8. Very well then!

Suddenly, Friend leaps upon his desk and reaches his arms out wide, lightning crashed outside the window and Friend orated in a vastly different tone of voice now-

Friend: 'Let it be known that on this date, 8 wished for the deletion of the curse that burdened him so. No longer will he suffer the pain and suffering he claims it causes. This curse, shall be ended for good.'

At that time, a white spotlight shone down from above onto 8, and almost as it were magic, the curse vanished instantly from his visage.

8: By the gods...you've done it! It has gone!

Friend: Now, I do not want to hear you say that I am not a man of my word...

8: ...You won't hear me say anything more, I have no more words to spare on your kind.

8 hops wordlessly back into the coffin.

Friend: Thank you for playing!