Cinnabar winced as the needle pricked his hand. Within that moment, he could no longer feel anything in his entire arm. Panicked, he saw that his arm -- the final limb he had control over... was no longer movable on his own. "Osca! I- I've got my hands tied! I could use some help over he-" Cinnabar felt a needle poke the back of his head. His mouth lolled open, clacking against his now-wooden belly.

"Urk. I can't Cinnaba-" Osca's words were cut off when a cupcake phased through his helmet and into his mouth. Usually, he could prevent himself from swallowing, but the cupcakes seemed to activate his response as if he were just swallowing his own saliva. "Urf.... My hands are tied as well. These dang hands keep feeding me cupc-" Another cupcake was shoved down his throat. He could feel his stomach. To his dismay, he knew it was already expanding beyond its limits. He thought this was impossible, but with every futile attempt to hold a ghost hand still, he felt his belly was expanding. Pretty soon, he would be unable to stand up at all.

The two could hear a laugh. Its low sound resonated throughout the area. "I do enjoy toying with you... ANNOYING... heroes who think they can defeat me." There was a moment of silence before the voice continued. "So many, I 've almost lost count. Been keeping a tally and all. Let's see... Heroes - 0... Myself - 21,965."

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Commission for  Cinnaminister

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Cinnabar/Osca (C)  Cinnaminister

Art (C)  Juntarhenogu Me