"Please stop humming that...", mini-Isabelle politely requested.
L.j. giggled. "Why so, my dear fairy friend?", he asked with a wide smile.
"I don't know... it feels off... I mean, you've been humming it for four hours now...", the demon replied.
"We've been walking for quite a long time now then. I hope the others are alright.", L.j. said.
"Nahhh don't worry. I'm sure they're fine.", mini-Isabelle said.
"All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the wease-~"
"Please stop."
L.j. laughed. "Alright."
The two continued walking along the dark damp corridors of the maze, occasionally having a small talk once in a while.
"I'm starting to get bored...", L.j. whined as he hunched forward.
Mini-Isabelle yawned. "Yeah, same. But this is actually nicer than you fighting someone right?", the demon replied as they reached a room with a high ceiling.
"That'd be too bad,", a female voice piped up. A winged figure swooped down and landed in front of the exit.
"What took you guys so long?", the female demanded as she stretched her enormous black wings. "I thought you guys died on your way here."
"Well, we didn't.", mini-Isabelle remarked.
"Yeah, sadly. Buuuut hey, at least I have something to do. Although I really wished I got (Y/N) instead of a clown.", she said with distaste.
"Sorry? Have we met before?", L.j. asked politely.
"Yeah? You don't remember?", she sighed, rolling her eyes.
"I don't remember meeting a pigeon on the way here, no."
Her right eye twitched, annoyed. "Name's Moea, and excuse me, I'm not a fucking pigeon."
"A vulture then?"
"No!"
"A potoo?"
"A what?"
"Y'know, marked as one of the ugliest bir-"
"I AM NOT A BIRD!! I AM A MADÀR! THE LAST OF MY KI-"
"Sorry to interrupt, but I don't care. I can go now?"
Moea shot a dozen of her sharp feathers to his direction. L.j. simply poof-ed out of the way and reappeared a few meters away.
"Guess not~", he said with a :3.
Moea flew to his direction and swiped at him with her silver claws. L.j. ducked down and let out a small giggle. She sent a dozen more of her sharp projectiles at him, and L.j. just jumped out of the way.
A single feather got itself stuck on his shoulder though. L.j. pulled it out. "Ouch."
"Hey! You dropped these!~", L.j. said as he picked up a few of her feathers and threw it back at her. She sent a wave of wind to knock them out of their path.
"Where did your friend go? The glowing one?", Moea asked, irritated.
"Hmm.. I don't know. Maybe she got sick of you and left.", L.j. derped.
Moea growled. "I'm getting tired of you.", she said. She then placed two of her fingers in her mouth and whistled. Her clear whistle echoed around the circular room. She smiled slyly at L.j. afterwards.
":?"
"What did you say?", she asked him.
":?"
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Unique (Creepypasta X Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) used to live a normal life. I repeat: used to Ever since that not-so-great incident, she discovers more about herself, and uncovers different shit she didn't know about herself. She now sees herself doing fucked-up things, like making eyeball...
