If youâve got the time; could you write a scenario where the reader actually plays the game? And if possible do the two different endings? Iâm curious how the demonic Canada would react either way since, in theory, it would be the first time they meet.
Me when I see one of my favorite writers in my inbox đ„șâïžđ
Anyways I hope you enjoy!~
Official warning in place: Kinda violent, cursing, and there is an ending written where you die sooo yeah.
Viewer digression is advised.
Matthew was finishing off his cigarette when heat began to pass through his right forearm. Silver outlines of the sugar maple leaves and shadows of the many people heâs taken from the game, currently that number of souls totals at 12, and counting.
He inhales a final drag and exhales it like a dragon about to hunt for its prey. The smoke swirls around his head as a wicked smile graces his lips.
âTime for my next meal.â
âWhen the wind blows, I can hear the demon.â
The sugar maple on Matthewâs arm disappears from his arm and becomes the floating maple leaves that youâre able to see during the game.
âI will never be free if I canât find my maple leaf.â
Matthew grabs his hockey stick and demonic whistle. He was eager to have another soul to devour and one that seemed powerful enough to match and possibly take down the likes of his boisterous elder brother.
Your heart begins to pound quickly as ice begins to pelt the inner depts of your soul.
âMay the breeze of winter guide me and my leaves to my soul.â
Youâre shaken, your body collapses briefly onto the ice. Your agreement has been signed. You are immediately aware that you were in danger and you can not undo the path your curiosity has led you. You had to fight in order to win.
Matthew reappears onto earth near the edge of the frozen water.
He gets a look at the figure that is off into the distance and your soul energy is STRONG. Heâs going to want to get a hold of you. Your soul is like a massive power boost that he could not afford to lose.
âWell time to scare the shit out of them.â He pulls out his red skull whistle. âYou have 60 seconds to prepare yourself for the worst possible outcome.â
That earsplitting shriek into the void not only damaged your ears but it scraped at your heartstrings. While your brain was trying to recover from the scream ice skate materialized on your feet. They were black as an abyss and they felt like they were on fire. The blades were aglow with red and you began to see steam flow from beneath you.
âOh shit! Itâs melting the ice!â You knew you had to get moving.
Time spent just in one place will seal your doom with haste.
You started with some added pep in your step. Itâs a little difficult with the small puddle and dent that had been made in the ice already. Plus you were trying not to concentrate on the pain that was beginning to course through your body. Those damned cursed shoes.
âFuck! Fuck! Fuck!â you hop on one leg to an untouched part of the ice. You shift your weight from one leg to the other and begin to find your balance. Ice melted as you retreated to the center of the frozen lake. As you did so your body suddenly jolted forward and froze in place. Your face had almost gotten to kiss the ice.
âNice to see my next meal. It's good to see you know how to bring me the perfect garnishes to decorate themselves.â Matthew slowly removed his glasses and placed them on top of his long shaggy blonde hair. He allowed himself to let his wings stretch wild and wide. He let his full form become formidable. He stood at 6â5 and allowed his horns and sharp fangs to materialize. He used his power to force your body to be upright and at attention. He wanted to brand the image of him into your mind.
You were in a living nightmare. A demon was in full form poised to slaughter you. You really didnât want to know what the âseasoningsâ comment meant. Your heart in your chest was pounding against your ribcage and was dying to run away. The air began to get colder and made your nose feel runny and numb. The winds picked up speed pounding your ears like charging horses. The leaves that you had collected from the Fall had floated out of your pocket and spun around you like a wild tornado. A wave of frost swept through your soul. It felt like you were being bathed in ice.
âYouâve signed the contract. There's no going back now.â His large grin revealed his hungry fangs. He then let your body plop to the frozen lake. Intentionally making sure some of the ice broke. He wasnât going to let you slip away. Matthew brandished his decorated somewhat sinewy forearm and flaunted it.
âYouâre going to be the 13th maple leaf to join my ever growing collection. And I have quite the appetite tonight.â He licked his lips. âLetâs get started (name). Itâs almost dinner time eh?â
The leaves come to a sudden pause. The most beautiful leaf that had a radiating warm glow of red, orange, yellow, and brown suddenly gleamed red. It beamed brightly into your (eye color) eyes like a fire truck light.
âAmph!â was all you could hum since Matthew sealed your mouth.
âAlright name, you have 30 seconds left. Have fun trying to figure out how to evade me and catch your leaf. Youâll need to use this in order to obtain your leaf. He summoned a hockey stick to be beside you while he summoned his own. This was his scythe that would be meeting you soon enough. If you lose sight of it you lose, if you fall into the water you lose, and you only have four minutes to basically retrieve your soul. And (name) one more thingâŠ.â
He is relishing in the fact that you had only just barely gotten to your feet. It was nice to see panic consuming your face. The longer you stood in place the more you slipped into the ice.
âTen secondsâ he let out a loud shout and adorned himself with his hockey mask.
Your heart blared in your ears. Sirens blasted into the cold frigid night air. The sound resounded in your body like in alarm system had been set off. Matthew really wanted to make sure you were shaken well like a daiquiri. Youâd soon be overwhelmed by the feeling when it gets to be too much. He wanted you on your knees, vulnerable and afraid.
The ending where you try but you fail miserably đ»
(White flag time for you) đłïžđłïžđłïžđłïžđłïžđłïžđłïž
You didnât have the necessary brain capacity to even look for your leaf. Your knees shake violently. Your entire muscle and nervous system was being overrun with ice and fear had consumed you. You tried to maintain your balance but you were like a deer being stunned by high-speed railroad lights.
You closed your eyes.
âOne.â That was the last thing you heard before you felt something sharp stab both sides of your body. You soon found your way into the void where all you could hear was his taunting voice loudly in your head.
The leaf loses its glow and decorates the forearm of the Demon King of Maple Fleau.
The Ending where you beat the shit out of him!đ
You took in a deep breath and summoned strength from the depth of your soul. Whatever force you had summoned allowed you to be able to ignore the pain from the cursed skates Matthew had chained to you. Youâre not losing to a bitch like him. Maâma didnât raise no whimp. You pick up the hockey stick that was beside you and you rush at Matthew like a stampeding bull.
Your weapon came in contact with his mask and made a sizable crack above the right eye hole. Matthew grunts and loses his balance. He stumbles backwards as the leaf that is connected to your soul was released into the frosted ice. You donât allow your (e/c) orbs to lose sight of it. You had been able to read about the game beforehand and how some people had been able to survive it. Out of the 15 people that played, only 3 people had survived and told the world of their horrors online. You had devised a plan and hit the ice near the opening where your leaf went. The wind was battering your eyelids but you refused to give up. You used the heat from your skates to make it easier to break through. You strike it 3 times with the force of a mighty archangel.
âHoly shitâ Matthew was stunned. He had to act fast he was going to lose one of the best possible souls that he could collect.
You were already close to catching your leaf, it was almost in your grasp.
But, Matthew was hot on your heels.
â(NAME)!!! YOUâRE SUPPOSED TO BE MY PLAYTHING!!!â He roars into the cold midnight air.
You ignore him and make your skates create sparks to melt some more ice and to spook him.
âNot today Satan!â You shriek at him and bash the ice behind you once so you could fuck up his skate path.
Your plan was working, Matthew slipped and tumbled down into the ice. It wasnât long before he heard the ice being hammered into and the splashing of water.
âYes!â He heard you shout to the heavens.
Too stunned to move or speak, a portal opened beneath him and swallowed him whole.
The Demon King of Maple Fleau has lost to you.
