The dragon walks backward to the center of the cave, dragging a big skull across the ground. Between the scratching and cracking sounds he says, “I found your bedroom.”

“Hehe, thank you. But wait a moment please, I want to tell you something.”

The dragon opens up the rotten jaws on the ground. The giant skull is bigger than his head. “This will be your bedroom, little one. Come try it out, and you can tell me whatever you wish to jabber about while you indulge yourself in your new bed.” The dragon picks you up and lays you on the rotten stump of the tongue of the giant beast’s head. “The rotting flesh mattress is not just soft but also super secure.” Bad closes the jaws, trapping you inside. He leans down and looks at you between the giant teeth of the deceased monster. “So, what was it that you wanted to tell me?”

The green smoke around you indicates that the next inhale may be your last. You try to use the remainder of the air to say your piece, “Well, Thank you very much Bad. But you see…. I would like you to be my bedroom.” you point a hoof at his belly.

“Don’t you like the bedroom I provided? it’s very motherly, you know?”

“Well…”

Bad sighs. You’re a spoiled princess, you know that?”

You bow your head “I just really hoped you’d be down with my pursuit. You see, you’re the last shunned creature on my list. All the others have already rejected me. Some even called me… annoying.”

“Well, spoiled or not, I said I’ll get a bedroom for you, and we dragons always keep our word.” He opens up the big rotten jaws. “Except when we don’t, of course.”

You fill your lungs with semi-fresh air. “Of course…”

“Let’s get you a new bedroom that will be more to your liking, you spoiled princess you.”

“I was afraid you’d also be against my pursuit. I’m glad you’re not trying to kill my special desires like everypony had been doing all my life. All I ever wanted was to be part of something greater.”

“Yes, well, the thing is, your previous bedroom weighs a ton. Literally. I dragged the skull all the way here and wanted to build you a castle around it. But, I guess you wouldn’t be a princess if you weren’t picky. Now jump off your bed so I can drag your bedroom away and make room for one that will suit you better.”

“You can still build a castle around yourself if you want to, Dragon. But only if you want to.” You hop off the soft disgust under your hooves. “Whatever makes you happy.”

“Just let me drag this obsolete bedroom out of the way. Then you’ll get one that will put a smile on your face. Only the best is good enough for my princess.”

“Well, you are the best I could hope for... But let me do something for you.” You move aside to not be in the way.

“You want to do something for me, do you?” The dragon grins. “I already did my half of the work, now you do yours. Move your former bedroom back to that corner of decay?” The dragon sits down and watches you.

“Actually I meant something else. But I’ll try.” You trot over and lean on the smelly skull. It doesn’t move even a hoof-length.

“Don’t get discouraged. It’s hard to get it moving, but once you overcome traction, it becomes much easier.”

“O-OK.” You keep trying to push it, but the skull is ten times your size and you simply don’t have enough strength.

“You’re doing great!” The dragon encourages you. “Try jerking it a bit. That usually helps when I move it.”

You try to jerk it but accidentally scrape your foreleg on the tooth. “Owie! Ow. It hurts!” You look up at the dragon.

“Oh, and be careful not to scrape yourself. You’d get tetanus at the very least. It would surely spell your death.”

“Uh oh.” You limp to the safety of the only person around. “Mister dragon, I hurt myself. Can you help me?”

“You can’t be helped. No one can be. In the end, entropy will devour us all.”

“Can you burn the wound and make it better?”

“I guess I can do that. Not sure about making it better, though. It will probably only make it worse, but if you insist…” A narrow jet of fire streams from the dragon’s mouth as he whistles toward your injured leg.

“Aaaaaahhhh!!!!!” The pain overwhelms you and you pass out on the dragon’s claws.

Author's Note

Gdoc