Sizzling Out (Lord Sinister x Frost Spirit)

Chapter 3; New World

      Frost Spirit awoke with a jolt. When did he even fall asleep? In his mind, the events from previous seemed to be a nightmare. But as he tried to flex his wings, searing pain made him scream and hiss out in dispare. Frost Spirit settled down and looked around his surroundings, he was in some sort of room? He didn't know much of this world as he lived in the Frost Demintion his whole life. There wasn't anything but snow, ice, and that cave he lived in. There was nothing else from that, no vegetation grew and not a single luxury. Unlike whatever he was sitting up on.

      This material was plush and warm, the cushioning he liked, the warmth not so much. But even then, it felt a bit nicer than being in the constant freezing cold. The whole place seemed odd in general. There was pictures in tall rectangles hung loosly around depicting various things, but mostly oddly dressed women with bulging eyes. Frost Spirit tossed his feet over the side of his place of rest, but quickly realed them back in. His boots were across the room and right below his feet was fuzzy flooring. It cut off to dark smooth wood, but he didn't want to step on the fuzzy part of it again. Frost Spirit took the time to look over at his wing still radiating settle hot pain. It was sticking out straight, a spleen keeping it so. His feathers ruffled as he realized that was not a dream and this probably wasn't one either.

      Frost Spirit wanted to get out, get as far as possible from here. But the fuzzy floor spooked him to where he refused to move. Each time he'd make the attempt to step down, he hissed at the feeling and quickly jolt his leg back up. His ruckus attracted the unwanted attention of his kidnapper, who stepped in to check on their wild houseguest.

      "Look who's awake! You're quite the napper you know that?" Lord Sinister snickered at Frost Spirit. Lord Sinister was dressed in simple day clothes, a simple t-shirt, sweatpants, and an old pair of socks. How menacing. Frost Spirit was still spooked none the less and jumped up, standing on the bed. "Hey, quick standing on my bed! You're gonna claw up my covers!" Lord Sinister crossed his arms. Frost Spirit hissed at him like the animal that he is and flapped his other wing, trying to keep balance. Not to Sinister's surprise, all his stuff was getting blown around.

      "You can calm down you big baby. If I wanted to kill you, I would done back in the Outpost. But now I see the issue here," Sinister cringed at himself. Of course this guy was scared, he's stuck here, a limb is broken, and he has such a beautiful man interrogating him. But one thing for sure, he knew this guy could talk. "Your name's Frost Spirit isn't it? I'll just call you Frost, nickname for ya. How about I help you sit down and we can talk, that wing seems to be hurting being hung over like that."

      Now that he mentioned it, his wing was feeling sore, but he did not want help from him. So, he hissed at Sinister and slowly made his way back down, keeping his legs tucked up close to himself. "Look at that, progress made!" Sinister gave the Frost Spirit a little applause, who wasn't all for it. "Now, my name's Lord Sinister. But you can call me Sinister. Now, how about you?" Sinister started up conversation. He would sit too if only the one chair wasn't close by Frost Spirit.

      Frost Spirit growled, "You already know my name..." His voice was smooth and cool, his words stinging like freezing ice. Lord Sinister shook his head, "No, how about you tell me a bit about youself?" He watched the way Frost Spirit's lips pursed back to sneer, "I am Frost Spirit, a god of the ice. I turn those who get in my way to ice and shatter them to snow.  I'm capable of bringing enternal winter wherever I go!" He finished with a growl, trying to be intimidating. But Lord Sinister wasn't really buying it, "Then make it blizzard all over or something forever in here."

      He watched the way Frost went flushed and looked down at abnormally longer talons along his feet, "I can't now, my wing is broken." He mumbled. Sinister snorted and shook his head, "Yeah forgot to mention, sorry about that. If I let you escape then that would of made my work much harder." Frost Spirit growled, "Then why would you intervien with my business! You had no issue you there!"

      "Yeah I did, I owed one of the tiny dudes a favor. You were turning his men either dead, frozen, or both, so I had to pop you back. Now it's over!" Sinister stretched, just talking about it made him tired again. "Then why did you bring me back here? Why not kill me and save you the trouble?" Frost Spirit glared at him, surely this was up to no good.

      Lord Sinister began to laugh, his foot stomping on the ground, making everything around them shake. After he saw the way Frost Spirit's eyes widened and the way he was crouched on all fours, Sinister calmed down and wiped his eye, "I'm sorry, you remind me a lot about myself when I too first came to this world." Frost Spirit was confused, was he from the Frost Deminsion too? What other place could he of come from?

      "Is he still alive?" A new voice entered the conversation. Frost Spirit's head twisted over in a flash, his eyes squinting at the intruder. The hooded figure poking his head from the door flinched, but walked in anyways. This was a pretty short titan as well, but Frost Spirit grimaced as the titan was still taller than himself.

      "Gravedigger, I know you did not defeat an army that quick," Lord Sinister turned to him, annoyed that he was back so early. "Yeah, well, they weren't there. Not my fault," Gravedigger placed his shovel against the wall and took took off his heavy gravestone chained over his back, tossing it over somewhere. "This is my room quit tossing your shit around," Lord Sinister growled.

      "You mean his room? Look, he's even making it homey!" Gravedigger rolled his head over to Frost Spirit. Ice started incasing anything around him, turning it basically to an ice statue. Sinister saw something he didn't really see before; fear. Pure fear was plastered on him, so that probably effected the environment around him. But most importantly, his stuff was getting iced.

      "Hey! Hey it's okay, we're not gonna hurt ya, quit freezing my stuff," Lord Sinister glared over at Gravedigger snickering. "I think you already did that!" Gravedigger left the room laughing, leaving Sinister irritated. "He lives here, he sucks. Come on, I can show you around?" Sinister offered.

      Frost Spirit seemed to think, calming down after the intruder was gone. He looked at his boots and then the fuzzy floor, "Give me my boots first. Now." Sinister shrugged and tosed him the fured boots. Frost Spirit quickly put them on and out his legs over the edge, not as afraid to step on the carpet. But he would never admit his fear of it.

      "Thanks for freezing my bed, can't wait to spend another night sleeping on the couch," Sinister joked, but was given a confused look. "That's called a bed? Weird name," Frost Spirit snorted. "Says you. Wouldn't you want something more comfortable instead a heavy winter coat?" Frost Spirit squinted at him and pointed toward him, "Like...what you have on?"

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i hc the tds bosses/enemies having different anatomy than the towers, like talons. i cant draw good but ill try and draw it