A Dicey Toy {King Dice x Reader}

Chapter 3 (REVISITED))

OKAY! So in case you guys isn't know, I changed chapter three, this is the new one. The fist draft I felt didn't fit the reader and my original plans for the story. So please let me know if you think this fits better.))

Today i actually walked back with dice. I had my eyes wrapped so he had to kind of lead me with the sound of his footsteps. "You do this on purpose. Disable me from running by taking away the basic needs for traveling, my legs, my ey-"
"And your tongue if you don't shut it." he barked, then silence for a moment. "And no, i do it because i feel like it, that's just a bonus." You could hear the smirk in his voice. I sighed and pressed my hand to his back as we got closer to the cackling and chaotic imps tormenting the souls through the cells. Dice didn't seem to mind, after all, he didn't snap on me for it. Eventually we made it back to the cell, and he locked me in for the night. He left without a goodbye, and i carefully made my way to the bed and laid down.

This cycle continued for a while. Mr. Wheezy would drop by occasionally and chat for a bit, when my mouth wasn't sewn shut that is. Dice was back to his cocky, normal attitude. The daily torment began to get to me though. Something about how nice would do it. It was colder, more calculated. Almost like he had been watching for what worked and what didn't. Blunt force was better than sharp objects, cold was better than hot. So you know he beat me with a bag of ice at one point. He even took a red hot blade to the back of my neck once and shoved it through the back of my neck, i drowned on my blood for the rest of the night. The pain broke away my humor filled walls. I became more violent to myself. My joyful eyes turned dull and baren of any joy. On top of that, i became insane that i was losing the battle. I could see the stars fading and the light was fading. The shadows taking over, the reality of only remaining by my willpower.
I walked back and forth, chewing on my fingertips, blood dripping down my fingers. I paced back and forth, then slammed myself into the door, grabbing a passing imp and dragging him closer to the bars. "Let. me. Out." I growled. The imp was stricken with fear only the devil himself could inflict unto him. With shaky hands, the imp unlocked the door. I let him go and opened it myself. I looked down at my hands, and saw they were stained with red, and black. I took my unharmed hand and touched my face, an oozing black substance dripped from my burning eyes. Possibly an infection of sorts.

I remain still, power of will.

I wiped it off on my shirt and walked calmly to the room i had spent every day in. I sat down on the chair and pulled the table over. I looked at the assortment of tools at my disposal. I ran my hands over the handle of a cleaver, the gently gripped the handle.

Leaves me here to keep on trying. I know somehow there's no point now.

I raided it up to my face, seeing my (ec) orbs dull and lifeless. Sparks of rage flickered in my vision. I remembered the pain inflicted, my legs and arms almost severed from my body by this, the gaping wounds in my flesh and bones. King dice had buried this into my chest more times than i could count.
I stood up, and left the room, tightly gripping a cleaver and a knife in my boot for good measure. I entered the elevator and took it to the main floor. The casino, which was obviously labeled for the sake of the Tipsy troop that Wheezy had told me about at one point. I was SOMEHOW able to sneak into the back room, despite my, er Unique appearance.

I finally see, neither world cares for me.

I waited in the breakroom, behind a couch that smelled of alcohol and cigars. Beofre long, a roulette game wandered in, taking a seat in front of me. I twitched and a smile crossed my face eerily. I stood and walked over to the door, closing it and closing the lock. By now the game had obviously noticed me and seemed to be standing in fear, unable to scream. GOOD.

I'll stand my ground

"W-Who are you! You C-Cant be back here! Shoo!" she said, backing up a little. Fresh out of hell, i did not take orders after being forced to take them for almost a century. I moved a nearby chair under the handle and then stared her in the eye. I let out a giggle and walked foreword to the poor sap with my clever in hand.

No one can stop me now.

She backed up into the wall, "I don't know what you're doing, But Dice'll have your head for this!" she said trying to stand tall. "Well, he made me into THIS." I said, growling and snarling. I laughed, and felt the tears roll down my face again. His name kept echoing in my head in that annoying, hardly understandable accent of hers. "And be sure to tell him, I'll never be extinct. I'll take out every one of you and your pathetic friends and comrades.

No hopes, no dreams.

"You bi-" She was cut off by her ear piercing scream. My cleaver was buried into her shoulder. I pulled it out and slammed it back into her small frame. This cleaver cut through metal surprisingly well, and who knew a metal gambling game had so much juicy red blood. With each whack of my cleaver, more of the crimson fluid splattered against the walls. THe more of her blood that covered me, the more excited i got. Her screams were like a symphony of angles harmonizing in a chorus of pain.

I have nothing.

"Pirouletta!? Pirouletta! Answer me" someone called. They were slamming on the door ferociously and angrily. Like someone was dying in here. "Open the door damnit!"
I laughed and slammed my cleaver harder into her chest, and more ferociously. I was in a pool of blood, covered in its sticky red essence. With my last wack, her arm came off, and her screams faded and it was all still.

Death is all that can define me.

"All eyes on me." I said softly, taking the cleaver to her head. I propped her body up like a throne, her head resting on my lap. I dug my hand into the still warm flesh, digging and pulling out chunks of meat until i got to the bone. The door knob was shaking furiously. There was loud arguing, then an axe came through the door, someone was trying to get in too late.

T H E E N D S C A L L I N G

*Whack*

N O M O R E S T A L L I N G

*Crack*

S T A R S W I L L F A D E

"(Y/N?)" an all too familiar voice spoke. I looked up, a sick and twisted grin on my face. Not to mention i was covered in blood and wearing a severed head.

B U T I ' L K E E P S H I N I N G

"Dice."