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// Surprises 
// Story: The Revenant King 
// by Zamorakas Devilhorn 
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Chapter 2: Surprises
(Osiris’ POV)

Oh, hello. I’m assuming Pluto sent you, oh dear reader? What, is there something on my face? Because you’re staring. Oh, I get it, you didn’t think that I would have the same reality-warping, 4th-wall breaking, insane powers that Pluto has, right? SO sorry to disappoint you, but it comes with the body. Now what do you want?!

Oh, you want to see what will happen to Morpheus? I see. You know, he IS one of our more… REBELLIOUS subjects. After all, he DID follow the old ruler, Lucy, was it?

Anyway, I think I’ll take a page out of Pluto’s book this time around, as he oddly seems to ENDURE many types of pain.

We’re getting off topic. After shouting for the troublemaker, I teleport into our office, to find the place how I left it: Clean, tidy, and sterile, with an almost blinding shine . Yeah, stark contrast to the eternal, yet both freezing and burning, flames of Hell, and the infinite, barren darkness of Tartarus, ain’t it? It makes people like Morpheus nervous, ESPECIALLY since there’s a chalice that says “World’s Dirtiest Lawyer,” on the desk, a gift from Cthulhu, who is an old friend.

And who’s that there, you say? The guy in the clothes that seem to fit a construction worker more than anyone else? That’s Morpheus, he wears that because, “Building a dream is a lot like building a house. One wrong move, one wrong calculation, and it all comes crashing down” Those are his own words, by the way. I gesture for him to sit down. He does so, and the chair straps him in, while the tweezers opens his eyes in a ludovico-eske stance.

“Morpheus, Morpheus, Morpheus. What have I told you about messing with the world above? NOT TO!” I scream in his face, making him flinch. “Not only that, but you messed with EQUESTRIA, A place that Faust said was OFF LIMITS! I don’t want to get a slip from Faust, and I can’t fire you, you’re one of my best workers, and the ONLY expert on dreams I have on staff, you’re just rebellious.” I sigh, exasperated. “What am I going to do with you?” I ask, the chair converting back to a regular lounge chair. He blinks, almost if he never saw this side of me. But he actually seems… confused about something.

“Boss, that wasn’t during your time as, well, the boss.” He said to me, a Manehattan accent in his voice. “That was during the time that Ol’ Lucy was boss. Didn’t you read that?”

I blink, confused myself. I turn back to the NECRONOMICON, and read the article again. Gosh darnit, it WAS under Lucy’s orders. How did Pluto miss that? How did I miss that? I was reading it at the same time as him! We both must’ve been to angry to read on. “It seems I must apologize, Morpheus. I hadn’t seen that because I was too angry about what I thought you did.”

He nods to me. “Understandable, boss. Beside, we may have bigger problems on our hands.” I move in closer, my face contorted into worry. “One of my boys was doing his round of checking on the prisoners this morning, and, well, Tirek's missing. They found a hole in the back wall, behind a poster of a she-devil. He dug himself out.”

I slam my hands onto my desk, and the microphone comes up. “ATTENTION ALL UNITS!” I scream, my voice coming over the speaker system. “WE HAVE A CODE APOCALYPSE, I REPEAT, A CODE APOCALYPSE! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! BATTLESTATIONS!” I pop back over to the alicorns as my men scramble to their designated areas, and I say in as best of a professional voice as I can muster, “Hi, I’m Osiris, Pluto’s other personality. I need you to come with me.” They look at me strangely, clearly confused and worried.

“Why?” Celestia asks, her own worry permeating her voice.

“Tirek’s broken out of his cell.”