Chapter 16: Destiny Is Horny, and the Bridge Wants Blood
Majestria picked up her pace, trying to get away from the elf. The elf did not stop. She continued pursuing them, undeterred, even while Majestria barked at her to buzz off.
Finn, still being dragged like an emotional support corpse, stared blankly—mind overloaded and spirit flickering like a dying Wi-Fi signal.
"I said you are NOT coming with us! I’m not repeating myself again!" Majestria snapped.
"You have to!" the elf cried, stars in her eyes. "Him and I are destined to meet! He even said I looked good—especially my flat chest. Seems to me he prefers flat-chested women more than your cow udders!"
Majestria froze mid-step and spun around. "Shut your mouth! He’s just a perverted loser desperate for attention—nothing more!"
"Will you two shut your slutful mouths!" a muffled voice roared.
The box in Finn’s arms shook violently.
Silence fell. Even the trees paused.
Then the box creaked open...
And the head verbally detonated.
"I am a disembodied head in a cursed box. Stuck listening to a flat-chested, forest-dwelling pervert goblin thirsting over a piss-stained hoodie loser, while a narcissistic ’divine’ bimbo throws tantrums every thirty seconds like an annoying bitchy girlfriend!"