#tablemaster

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"Well, boy, didn't expect you to come back." Tablemaster took off a glove, showing off a black, clawed hand, and he snapped his fingers to spark up a bit of blue flame, fox tail swinging. "Remember anything, love?"

The pressure in my head had gotten even worse as I’d stared at Tablemaster, the gears in my head turning and turning and turning until they finally clicked into place.

This man.. No- this- this thing... I was killed by this creature- why am I still standing here?

My face had instantly paled and I stumbled backwards, shaking so intensely you’d think there’d have been an earthquake rocking the ground beneath my feet. “No… No no no no- You.. It- It was you-” I’d squeezed out, clutching- almost clawing at my right wrist, then my chest, then the sides of my neck trying desperately to rid myself of the horrendous thumping that was my near deafening pulse.

“You did it- The note- The photo- All of it- Harley tried to- I- I didn’t listen.” My breaths were so short and quick, I imagine it was like listening to a hot, panting dog.

My chest had tightened more and more with every word I said. Standing in front of Tablemaster seemed outright impossible and every second that passed by, it felt as if my heart was trying to burst right out of my own body; where it should not have been in the first place.

“You- You took… everything... from me.. And- And for what!?? Some- Some kind of GAME??” I’d stepped forward, furious but absolutely horrified at the same time. “IS THIS SOME KIND OF SICK GAME TO YOU!?”

With a trembling hand, I casted Eldritch Blast at Tablemaster, shooting out two long, glowing white beams of sharp and splintering bone as what seemed like buckets of tears I was unable to even feel fell from my face.

Tablemaster’s eyes had widened, but not in surprise- the maniacal grin only got bigger when the blast of magic went outrageously wide and didn't even graze him as he bowed out of the way. "You're going to have to try a little harder than that, sweets~"

It was in this moment that the familiar sensation of true helplessness returned to my mind, just like it had the first time Tablemaster and I had really met; something with sharp claws suddenly digging into the base of my skull and neck, holding me in place in the middle of that alleyway as- No no no- Shut up! Shut up!

"I hope you realize you've made an awful mistake ever since you opened that envelope. It could have been for someone else! Anyone would have done the job. Blame luck, my dear."

My mind had flashed back to memories of you, Harley, begging me not to go and only then it had truly hit me.

You knew that note was not for me, didn’t you?

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I hope you’re still out there, dear, wherever you may be,