Dignity Dash: Session 5

In a dimly lit room with a few occult like artifacts, a witch-like being named Morgana Devitch was setting up a cauldron. She seemed to be preparing to make a brew of some sort. She had most of the ingredients out, but she was missing a big one.

Just as she wondered when it would arrive her crystal ball made a noise. She chuckled, "Perfect... it'll be here soon."

She got a box of Dignity Dash that had a drawing of a bedroom on it, with a monstrous figure visible off to the side. She then placed the post it note on the wall and shot a magic burst of energy at it with her wand, turning it into a portal. She then kicked the box into the portal and it shut.

She went back to the crystal ball to watch the fun begin...

The box appeared in a flash of light, in a dark hallway in an ordinary house. No one was around to see it appear. From another room, you could hear sounds of a struggle. Eventually culminating into something being flung towards a door like it was a bag of garbage.

The door opened and a man in white and blue striped pajamas ran out of the room in a panic. He was running to his kitchen to wash his face to wake himself up. But he was in such a rush to get there that he tripped over the box, landing right on his face.

"OW... oh god. Why is this happening to me?"

Before he could get to his feet, he heard his bedroom door open and then slam shut. A demonic woman in a light orange gown and white boots was heading right towards him. As she saw him on the floor, she smirked. She was closing in on him and wasn't going to get to his sink in time.

He looked at the box he tripped over and in desperation held it in front of him as if it would protect him. She looked at it and started to laugh.

"Cute, Diego. Very cute. What, did you want to play a game or something?"

That's when he had an idea. "Y-yes! I do want to play a game with you. I challenge you to a game of..." he quickly looked at the front of the box, "... Dignity Dash!"

She slapped the box out his hands and grabbed him by the collar.

"Wait but, I thought demons loved to be challenged to games! I mean, I don't exactly have a fiddle but, it's the same principle, right?"

She reached into her dress for more sleep dust.

"I-I MEAN IF YOU DON'T THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME THAT'S FAIR, I UNDERSTAND! I MEAN, A DEMON LIKE YOU PROBABLY HAS NO EXPERIENCE IN MORTAL GAMES AND WOULD LOSE TO ME EASILY!"

He said this in absolute terror, hoping she'd fall for the bait.

She did. "GrrrraRRRAHGH!!!!"

She dropped him to the floor, screamed, "CURSE YOU, CHARLIE DANIELS!!" and went and pulled up a chair, sitting down at his kitchen table.

With a sigh she then said, "Let's just get this over with. If I win this, your soul is mine. No questions asked."

"A-and if I win, you leave me alone and my soul stays with me!"

"Very well. Set it up."

Diego got the box and opened it. He was puzzled to see there wasn't much of anything in there. He got the board out and looked over the instructions, there was nothing here that told him how to play. As he looked at everything that came with it, The Mistress got impatient.

"TONIGHT, DIEGO! HURRY UP AND START THE GAME!"

"I'm working out how this works, ok!"

"You're challenging me to this and you don't even know how to play it?"

"Do you?"

The Mistress looked over the game. She'd never heard of this before. "Nope, never seen this before in my life... or unlife."

"Well, at least we're on equal ground here."

"I hate being on equal ground. I grow tired of waiting. Let's just put you to sleep now..." she started to reach for the dust again.

"WAIT! I THINK I GET IT NOW! Step one, pick your piece."

Diego looked through the available pieces. No blue or green!? There wasn't much to choose from.

"PICK ONE!"

"Alright... I'll take white, I guess."

She picked an orange piece. She then snapped her fingers to change it into a purple piece. It was now purple.

"Step two: Each player must place their piece on the starting space."

They both did, but as soon as The Mistress placed her piece on it, the piece went back to being orange. "What the...?"

"Step three, With all players having a hand on their piece, Player 1 must now say, "Let the game commence.""

He then put his hand on the white piece on the board, The Mistress tried changing her piece to purple to no avail. As she put hand on her piece, she wondered out loud to herself, "What is this game? Why can't I change my color... wait this isn't normal plastic...."

That's when she got a look of realization. "DIEGO, WAIT DON'T SAY-"

"Let the game commence!"

"NOOOO!" she tried removing her hand from the piece, but she couldn't.

Diego started to panic. What about this would make her react like that?

Before he could think any further, both of them disappeared into a burst of bright light.

Diego groaned as he woke up. He was in the middle of a beach that looked to be made of plastic. As he stood up he looked down and confirmed that yup, he was naked.

"Of course. What was I expecting? A normal board game with a succubus? I'm such a moron."

He looked around for something that could end his life, but as he walked around for a sharp object or some place to jump off of, he heard a roar from his right. He turned just in time to see The Mistress lunging right at him in demon mode, claws out in anger.

She pinned him to the floor and looked pissed beyond belief. "WHAT MANNER OF TRICKERY IS THIS!?"

"What do you mean!? What kind of dream is this!?"

She started to choke him. "TALK! HOW DID YOU GET THIS GAME!?"

"I don't know... it was just there!"

"DON'T LIE TO ME! WHO GAVE IT TO YOU!?"

"Choke me out all you want, bitch... I'll... just... wake... up..."

"YOU AREN'T DREAMING!!!"

She let him go and stood up. Diego gasped, not just to get his breath back, but because The Mistress was completely nude. She was rather toned and everything on her was purple while she was demonic.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?"

She looked down at herself. She then looked back at Diego with a look of unamusement. She snapped her fingers and her orange gown came back. "Ok... well, hope you enjoyed that, because now I'm GONNA-"

Her dress disappeared once more in a puff of smoke. She snapped it back on. It vanished again. This repeated itself a few more times before she got mad. "ALRIGHT, WHO'S DOING THAT!?"

Just as she said that, the board started to rumble and the clear sky above them both turned dark. A massive woman towered over everything. Diego screamed and covered himself as she stared down at both of them.

The Mistress' only response was to growl as she saw this mystery woman. She then said, "I should've known... Of course you'd be behind this..."

"Well, Missy. Long time no see, love the new look. Hehehehe."

"SHUT IT, MORGANA. MY ANSWER IS STILL NO!"

"You know her!?" Diego said, in shock.

"I have a life outside of you, you know..."

Morgana then replied to the Mistress, "Well, that's a shame. Were you to be my familiar, I'd let you leave right now... but now you and Diego here have to play my game."

Missy's response was a low chuckle and then outright spiteful laughter. "I don't think you fully realize what I'M CAPABLE OF!"

She then snapped her fingers, sprouted wings and, with a loud roar, started to fly right up to Morgana's face. Her claws were out and she had bright red eyes. She definitely had an intent to kill.

Morgana's response was to simply yawn, whip out her magic wand and zap the Mistress while she was in mid air. After a screech of pain came from the Mistress' lips, she fell back down to the board.

She groaned a bit, now no longer purple. She cracked her back and everything back into place as she stood up. "Nice parlor trick. But let's see you avoid this!" With that she snapped her fingers.... and nothing happened.

She tried snapping a few more times, but nothing happened. "What... I... what did you-?"

"Your powers are gone. For now at least. Can't have you teleport right to the finish, now can we?"

Diego laughed at The Mistress who was struggling to comprehend that she no longer has powers. "Thanks for taking care of her, Morgana. So... maybe you could just take her and let me go?"

She cackled at that, "Oh that's a good one.... No. I want to have fun WITH BOTH OF YOU."

Diego got really scared, if she was powerful enough to depower the Mistress, then there was no way he could take her on himself.

"I will give you both a chance to escape... all you have to do is get to the end of the board and avoid letting people see you both naked, lest you die of humiliation."

"That's all?" exclaimed the Mistress. "Piece of cake."

"Hey, no fair, she literally can't feel embarrassment!"

"Can she not? Well... in that case." Morgana then raised her wand once more.

The Mistress realized what was about to happen and turned to give Diego an angry look just before she was zapped once more.

"UGh... stop doing that! That actually really hurts."

She then turned back to Diego. She started to feel... uneasy.

"Stop that!"

"Stop what?"

"That! That thing you're doing."

"What thing?" he said, looking at her.

"That thing with your eyes... I hate it. It's making me feel.... weird."

Diego realized what she meant and why she meant it. He then kept looking at her with a smug face.

"No! Stop that... I command you to... stop... AH!" She was trying to cover herself and hide from Diego's eyes.

As she tried to hide all her formally demonic body parts, she got a shocked look on her face and started to get a sinking feeling in her stomach.

Diego of course, took full advantage of this. "What's wrong, Mistress? Are we a little... embarrassed?" he said with unrestrained joy at her shame.

She started to breathe heavily. "Yes... that is embarrassment... that can't be... am I... mortal?"

She then felt another feeling. "Oh god! I.... I.... I can't go back to hell like this. They'll eat me alive! I can't do my job, I can't show my face. I'M RUINED!!!"

"... and that would be fear. At least she doesn't have..."

..."And why do I feel so... moist down there?"

"OK, I THINK THEY GET IT!" said Morgana, getting tired of this. "Are we ready to play now!?"

Despite his happiness at her panic Diego knew that there was no way he could do this alone. He ran up to the Mistress and tapped her on the shoulder. "Alright... I know this is going to sound strange, but I feel like we might need to team up here. If I can get you your powers back, I want you to leave me alone. Deal?"

Before The Mistress could think about it, Morgana immediately shut down that idea. "Oh no you don't! I heard your little bet with her. The winner of the game, gets to leave.... the loser meanwhile.... hehehe.... gets to stay."

Two plastic statues fell from the sky landing right in front of them. They both looked in shock as they realized, those statues looked like them! The statues both looked to be in intense amounts of distress. The statues then disappeared into a puff of smoke.

"This is a special version of the game. One of you will be guaranteed to make it out. Whoever gets to the end first, gets 5 DP added to what they have. When both players reach the end, or if one is at the end when the other hits 0, the game ends. The one with the most DP wins.

If you hit zero, you have a chance to make the challenges harder for the other player. When they hit zero, you come back. In the event of a tie, the winner will be decided via a dice roll.

You both ready to play?"

"Do we have a choice?" said Diego, unsure of his chances of winning.

"Nope. Get ready to play!"

The sky then got bright once more, returning to a normal looking sky blue and a pair of dice appeared above Diego's head. He rolled a 5.

As he looked to the choices in paths from the start, he noticed that all were blocked except for the downtown path.

He moved onto a red space. "Your Rival."

He then immediately ran into a guy he knew back in high school. Only something about him was different...

He looked more like he was one of those plastic army guys, but was dressed exactly as he was when he first saw him. Zeke Peters. His old high school bully... well, one of them anyway.

He had a particular hatred for him and the feeling was mutual. Despite being made of plastic, Zeke's face took on a look of disgust. "God, really Diego? Out here strutting that microdick again?"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, PLASTIC ZEKE! This wasn't something I wanted to do." he said, covering up and turning red in both embarrassment and anger.

"Heh, don't worry about it. No one can see that little thing anyway. I assume you're still waiting for your growth spurt."

"I'M STILL TALLER THAN YOU, YOU SHIT!"

At that moment Zeke grew about 3 feet. Now 8 feet tall he bent down to look at Diego. "You were saying... small fry?"

Zeke hopped off, due to his feet not being articulated. Diego was fuming at that. But then he noticed that one of his hands was glowing. He looked and saw that there was a number on it. It went from 15 to 12.

But that wasn't the end of it. Another card appeared in front of him. "Group Reservation."

As Diego was running, he saw that a large group was coming towards him. He hid in an empty outdoor restaurant. He tried to take one of the table cloths to cover himself, but it was part of the table.

With very little time, he sat at the table, praying that anyone passing by thought he was only shirtless. Though the tablecloth was rather short. Too short to cover all of his legs.

He pulled it down as he saw that same group attempting to walk inside. At that point, the dice appeared in front of him. He rolled... a 1.

He tried to act as casual as he could, but that's when a waitress saw him. "Sir, we require shirts and shoes here."

"O-oh... umm. I... well."

"Plus it's rather unsanitary to be sitting here, without pants as well."

The group waiting for their table turned to look at Diego. His heart pounded as he saw a few of them giggle at him blushing and trying to hide himself.

"Now, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Ok, nudie?"

The group got close to him and a few of the female ones saw that he was sitting in the chair, in his birthday suit. He cut his losses, screamed and ran off with his hands between his legs.

Once the sound of laughter and comments about his tininess were no longer audible he saw his hand glow once more. His DP dropped to 10.

To add insult to... well more insult, he heard the Mistress outright cackle at his reaction.

"That was incredible. With luck like that, you don't stand a chance."

The dice immediately went to her and she rolled. It was a 10.

As she passed Diego, she saw him staring angrily at her. While she was ahead, the feeling of his eyes on her still made her heart pound a little. She landed on a green space.

The card appeared. "Don't Take A Seat."

She strutted around confidently. "Maybe if I fake it, I can win this." she thought to herself.

That's when she saw a couple hopping towards her. Feelings of fear and embarrassment immediately hit her and she scrambled under a nearby bench. She was shivering. This was a new, unwelcome feeling to her. But those feelings got worse as that couple sat on the bench that she hid under.

She saw the dice appear in front of her. She hit it and it was a 5.

A strange burning feeling was washing over her as she heard those two plastic people making out. They were only banging their heads together but it sounded rather steamy.

She want nothing more than to tear them apart for this feeling they were indirectly giving her. But something compelled her to stay hidden. But just as she was thinking of making a run for it, she heard a beeping noise.

"OH GOD. WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING!? I gotta go dear! See you tomorrow."

The male figure then hopped off. Leaving the female figure stunned. "I swear... he needs to dump her at some point." she said, hopping back home to her husband.

The Mistress was rather confused. As was Diego. It felt like he experienced that exact event once, maybe twice before.

The dice then went back to Diego. He rolled the dice and got a 5. He walked onto the same space as the Mistress. She looked at him smug as the next card appeared.

"Annoying Dog."

"Try not to die of embarrassment, Teenie Weenie Boy." snarked the Mistress.

"Shut up..."

A dog immediately ran up to him. He jumped back trying to get away from it. Until he noticed it didn't have any teeth. But it did try to knock him down as it kept going for him. He ran around trying to get away from it. The dice appeared and he hit it.

It was a 1...

After a bit of chasing, Diego tripped and the Dog got on top of him. It was rather heavy for a plastic dog. It barked in his ear a few more times, sniffed his butt and then ran off.

Diego got to his feet and saw that he was now not only two spaces back. But also his DP dropped to 8.

He didn't even need to look at the Mistress to know that she was enjoying every second of Diego's pain.

"You enjoying the game, Diego?"

"Bite me, Mistress..."

"If only I could... I never noticed how big that behind of yours really was..."

Diego's heart leapt into his throat at that, he turned and looked at the Mistress. She was a bit red in the face as she looked right at him. "Y-you meant that as in to hurt me, right?"

That caused the Mistress' eyes to widen. "Uh... yes. Of course. Yeah! You're still a lowly mortal after all. Just a soul to collect, nothing more."

She seemed to look away from Diego as she said that. She then had a look of confusion as she felt her heart beat a bit fast. The dice then returned to her. She rolled a 9.

She landed on another green space. "Dining Dilemma."

"What was that about? Is Morgana doing something to me? Why in the world would I ever consider HIM? Is it because my lust is back? I haven't actually had any action in almost 4 decades..."

As she was thinking this, she was walking down alleyways and side streets. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she saw someone hopping down the sidewalk near the alley. She panicked and went through a door. She bolted through a kitchen and went through another door only to find herself in a packed fancy restaurant.

Gasps rang out as she stood there in complete shock. Everyone was looking at her. She was hyperventilating as she felt the burning sting of their gaze on her body. On pure reflex she snapped her fingers, only to still be visible.

Her arms shot to her breasts and pussy. She then ran out. Her face was red and her heart felt like it was going to explode. She ran out in front of a few people waiting to be seated and ducked behind a dumpster in an alley.

She saw one of her hands glow and the number on it dropped from 15 to 13.

Despite everything, Diego took a little joy in her reaction. "YoU eNjOyInG tHe GaMe, MiSsTrEsS?"

"You're lucky I don't have my powers, you mini-dicked mortal!"

He chuckled at her flustered look before the dice went back to him, making him remember that he was still in danger. He rolled and it was a 6.

Yet another green space.

"Dance-Off Challenge."

As he was trying to hide. He saw a bunch of people hop past him in bodysuits. As they all got into formation, they started to do a synchronized dance. More and more people got in as they dance continued. Diego had an idea as he saw that the bodysuits were all a tan-ish color.

He ran into the crowd and tried to blend in. The dice appeared as he was attempting to mimic their moves. It was a 6!

With all the figures not having articulated legs, most of the figures were simply hopping around in a pattern. Diego tried to stay in the middle of them as he hopped around to the beat.

Everyone was cheering for them as this massive flash mob was performing like a well oiled machine. Once everyone stopped, they all took a bow and hopped off. Diego felt amazing. But that's when one of them caught up with him and tapped him on the shoulder.

He froze in a panic and looked back at who it was. It was a male figure who was also nude!

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who forgot his bodysuit. You did amazing out there."

"Uh... y-yeah. You were pretty great too. Quite brave of you to do it as well, fellow flash mob member."

"Confidentially... not everyone had a bodysuit. We are a FLASH mob after all. Heh..."

The naked figure then hopped off as Diego took in that pun. His hand then started to glow. His DP went up by 2! It was now back to 10.

The dice then went back to the Mistress as she had an unamused look on her face.

"Ok, there's no way that should've worked. Why in the world would there be a flash mob with only skin tight bodysuits of your exact skintone!?"

"I don't know. You ask that like I'm in control of what just happened. I just thought ahead and hoped for the best. Plus I'm sure my roll had something to do with that."

The Mistress, clearly used to having the answers to everything, growled in frustration as she rolled a 7.

Another green space. A card appeared. "The Dance Studio Window."

As the Mistress ran. She didn't see anyone. She's so used to being the center of attention. She looked at herself. "What am I doing? I'm not just some easily controllable mortal. I'm a succubus. I can deal with whatever that witch can throw at me."

She punctuated that with a pose. She swayed her hips feeling a bit confident. That's when the dice appeared. She hit it and it was a 4.

That's when she heard somebody say, "Now that's some form you got there. Truly awe inspiring."

The Mistress' eyes went wide and she turned to see that she was flaunting herself in front of a dance studio with a visible window. With a bit of a blush she put her arms behind her head and continued to sway.

With a nervous smile she saw all the students attempt to copy her. The instructor then said, "See that? That's the moves of a goddess right there. Such confidence. Such beauty. What's your name by the way?"

"Uh... Missy." she said, not sure how they'd take her calling herself the Mistress.

"Well, Missy, maybe you'd like to lead the class. I can tell you have the moves of a fantastic dancer."

"M-maybe later. I kind of have somewhere to be."

"Fair enough. Farewell, naked goddess!"

The instructor and their students waved her goodbye as she took in that comment. Goddess? Her? No, she's demonic. There's no way she'd be allowed in heaven.

Her hand glowing caused her to snap out of her thoughts. Her DP went up by 1. Now it was 14.

"Diego... what do you think of my body? Am I a goddess?"

Diego looked stunned by the question. "Is this a trick question?"

"Do you like my body?"

Diego turned red as he tried to think of an answer. That's when she looked down at him and realized that he was already answering the question.

"Heh... that tiny thing never lies, does it?"

He looked down, saw what she was talking about and covered up. "GAH! STOP THAT! I don't know what you're getting at here, but stop it!"

The Mistress chuckled lightly as the dice returned to Diego. He rolled the dice. It was a 5.

He landed on a green space. "Lotta green spaces, huh?" he said, at least thankful this only meant one event card.

"Pigeons Attack"

At that moment, something whizzed past Diego's head. It was a plastic pigeon. It hit the ground and laid there. Diego picked it up and despite it not moving he heard it cooing. "What the hell?"

A few more were launched at him. One of them hit him. It felt like he was being pelted with tennis balls.

"OW! STOP! AHH!"

He ran trying to avoid them. The dice appeared and he hit it, avoiding pigeons along the way. A 2.

Eventually he found a small alcove. He got a trash can lid and shielded himself from these nasty birds. After a bunch more were launched his way, he crawled his way out of the pile of plastic pigeons. He then noticed he was now two spaces back.

He angrily picked up one of the pigeons and kicked it across the board like a football. "Stupid bird..."

One more was launched at him for good measure, knocking him to the floor. "I hate this game..."

The dice went back to the Mistress. She rolled and it was a 5.

She then landed on a gray space.

"The Collar."

This Mistress was riding high. Not only was she further than Diego, but she had more DP. Nothing could stop her.

"FREEZE, YOU EXHIBITIONIST!"

She felt her shoulders get grabbed. She was then forcibly turned around so she could face who it was who said that.

Two plastic police officers were staring her down.

"HOLD IT! I'M NOT AN EXHIBITIONIST! I-"

Before she could continue, she felt herself getting cuffed and walked back 4 spaces.

She struggled and tried to break free. "YOU TWO HAVE NO CLUE WHO YOU'RE MESSING WITH! I'M THE MISTRESS AND I'M GONNA-"

One of the officers grabbed her cheeks making her look them in the eyes. "You're gonna what, SLUT?"

"I'm gonna.... gonna..."

As they shoved her into the station, she felt afraid. She had no way of defending herself. She was weak. She felt tears form. The officer noticed this.

"That's what I thought. You'll have all the time in the world to cry when we put you in jail."

She shivered. She couldn't finish if she was trapped in jail. With no powers to break her out, she'd be trapped!

"Oh... hang on a second."

The other cop was looking through a book of laws. "Yeah... public nudity is in fact legal."

The Mistress breathed a sigh of relief. "Whoops. My bad. Now get outta here!"

They shoved her out the door... but she was still handcuffed.

She attempted to break out of the cuffs but she wasn't strong enough. She had no choice but to run. If that wasn't enough, another card appeared.

"Lost In A Crowd."

As she streaked, trying to get the cuffs off of her, she saw a massive crowd of people appear from almost nowhere. She hit the dice with her head as it appeared and it was a 4.

She was in the crowd of people and if you thought a naked white-haired woman wearing nothing but a blush and a pair of handcuffs was going to blend in, well... she didn't.

"HOLY HELL! LOOK AT HER!"

"STREAKER! WE HAVE A STREAKER EVERYONE!"

"SHE'S NAKED AND IN HANDCUFFS!"

"NICE! HAHAHAHA!"

She tried to soldier on but at a certain point it felt like her legs got heavier and heavier. Soon she stood stock still as everyone was looking right at her. She heard nothing but laughter and cat calls. She felt like she was about to faint.

She felt tears in her eyes as she tried to snap her fingers. Nothing. She ran off, blinded by tears and utter humiliation. But she ran in the wrong direction. 1 space back.

She hid in an alleyway. Her DP dropped to 12. But that wasn't the worst part as the Cuffs card then appeared. "Cuffs: Lose 1 additional DP per event."

Her DP dropped further, to 11.

As she leaned against the wall, she was still trying to catch her breath. She really wanted her demonic self back. Her confidence, her shamelessness. Everything. She felt so... weak. So... useless.

Diego saw all this and while he was cheering a bit on the inside, a very small part of him felt bad for her. He then remembered that she was tormenting him and shook that thought out of his head as the dice returned to him.

He rolled. It was a 10.

He went past the Mistress by one space. He landed on a white space.

After a bit of waiting the dice returned to the Mistress. Diego looked a bit smug as he was now in front of her, if a bit briefly. But then he paused as he saw her. Right next to her hiding spot was a broken mirror, causally tossed aside near some garbage.

The Mistress looked in the mirror and saw a tear soaked woman staring back at her. She didn't recognize herself.

"... Uh Mistress? It's your turn."

"H-huh? Oh... of course."

She tried to compose herself as she stood up to hit the dice with her head. A 5.

She passed by Diego and landed on a gray space. The same one that just screwed her over.

"The Collar."

"NO! NO! NOT AGAIIIIIIIIAAAAAANNNN!"

She was dragged 4 spaces back and dropped off near Diego.

Another card appeared. "The Clumsy Pedestrian."

She ran as fast as she only to run right into someone also in a hurry. Both her and the plastic pedestrian fell backwards.

"Watch where you going y-"

He had his jaw drop as the Mistress laid there. With her hands behind her back, she was showing off everything.

She struggled to her feet and ran off, leaving him stunned. As she hid once more, her DP dropped to 9, with the cuffs adding on to that, dropping her to 8.

Her hair and makeup were a mess, she was sitting back on the cold plastic floor. She didn't say a word...

The dice went back to Diego. He rolled an 8.

He landed on a green space. "Obstacle Course."

He saw a crowd of people in front of him. There were no places to hide. All he could hope to do was be quick and nimble enough that no one would get a good look at him.

He rolled and it was a 4.

He took off as fast as he could. That's when he tripped over something just as he was about to make it out. As he laid in a pile of garbage, he got a good look at what tripped him. It was the plastic pigeon he punted across the board.

He saw the crowd make fun of him for both his clumsiness and his teenie weenie. He got to his feet and ran away. As he hid behind another corner, he saw his DP drop again.

From 10 to 7.

He turned to the Mistress, expecting her to be smug that he didn't quite make it out of that unscathed. But she was still quietly sitting there. The dice went to her and she got to her feet and hit it.

It was a 9, but as she was walking the 6 used to make that 9 caused her handcuffs to glow.

They slipped off and her hands were free. She landed on a yellow space.

"The Bystander."

Diego looked at her, expecting her to celebrate or at least acknowledge that her hands were useable again.

She was still breathing heavily but she looked at her hands and covered up. That's when she heard someone yell out, "Woah! Hey there babe, smile for the camera."

She was stunned as the flash went off. Her face turned red. "L-look, I would like it if you could delete that photo you took of me. I've... been through a lot and want to move past this. Please... find it in your heart."

She saw the dice appear and she hit it. It was a 2.

The man looked at her and back at the phone. "You mean this photo?"

It showed her covering up with a pathetic look on her face. "Yes, that one! Mortals usually like to do the right thing... so... could you?"

Normally this is true, or at least I like to think it's true.

This wasn't one of those times.

"... and sent. Better luck next time dollface... heh heh...."

Her DP dropped to 5 and she dropped to her knees in despair.

"Ok... this is starting to get sad." Diego said.

"Really? You sure you aren't laughing on the inside?"

"Well... if you weren't going to steal my soul if you won, I'd probably help you at this point."

"I DON'T NEED YOUR PITY!! I'M A STRONG INDEPENDANT DEMONESS... I CAN... HANDLE MYSELF!" she said, crying.

The dice went back to Diego and he rolled an 11.

He only moved 6 spaces though.

Why?

HE FINISHED!

As he stepped on the finish space. He saw his hand glow. His DP jumped to 12!

The Mistress then rolled a 12 though she swiftly finished as well.

At that moment the board rumbled. The sky went dark once more and Morgana reappeared.

"Well, congratulations, Diego. With a score of 12 to 5, you've won!"

Diego was ecstatic, he did it. He beat the Mistress.

"Now you just step to the side for a second as I... have a chat with the loser."

All of a sudden everything around the Mistress disappeared.

The Mistress was on the floor, weeping. "Do what you will with me... I'm not fit for hell anymore... I'm not fit for anything."

Morgana chuckled. "I love it when their spirit breaks. I imagine this is going to be quite cathartic for a lot of you..."

At that moment, the number on The Mistress' hand started to glitch wildly. The Mistress saw her hand turn orange.

"Well... guess the show is over. I'm done."

"Oh Missy... you might be done, but I'm not done with you in the slightest."

She just laid there as her body was slowly converted to plastic. As everything from her neck down was plastic, she felt her head being coated in the stuff. Just before she was fully converted she heard a voice.

"Missy! MISSY! WHERE ARE YOU!?"

It was a voice she somewhat recognized. She had no clue who it was. "W-WAIT WHO? WHAT?"

Morgana looked puzzled as she saw the Mistress get a strange look on her face. "I'M HERE! I'M ON A BOARD! CAN YOU HEAR ME!?"

"What? Who are you talking to?" Morgana said looking around.

She got no further answers though as at that point she was fully plastic.

"Hmm... that was strange. Anyway, Diego. You can go now."

Diego looked around. "W-what was all t-"

"Get going now... unless you'd like to play again."

"I'M GOOD, I'LL TAKE MY VICTORY AND LEAVE."

"Atta boy. Farewell."

With that Diego walked onto the finish space and disappeared into a bright light.

Diego woke up on the floor of his kitchen. "Wha... what happened?"

He got to his feet and saw the board game. But the Mistress was gone. He saw little figures that looked like him and her on the board. He was in shock. He ran through the house, looking for her.

She was nowhere to be found. He started to laugh and then he shouted out in jubilation. "YESSSSSS! I'M FREEEEEE!"

He flicked the figure of the Mistress off the table and ran his hands over his pjs. He was truly free. And the first thing was going to do with his freedom?

Go straight to bed.

He got himself a glass of water to drink, chugged it and walked to bed. He hopped into bed and crawled under the covers. As he snuggled up for a restful sleep, he wondered. What was going to happen to the Mistress? Yes she tormented him, but her breakdown was rather heartbreaking.

In a perfect world, maybe he could've saved her. But then again, considering what she wanted to do with him, maybe she deserved it.

Still, he drifted off to dreamland, for an actually good dream... for once.

But... Morgana was watching him through her crystal ball.

"How cute... he thinks he's free."

She had the figure of the Mistress in her hand. She brought her to that cauldron. Now that it's been brought to a boil she put all the ingredients in and let them simmer.

But now the most important ingredient was here. She took the Mistress figure and brought it over the brew. She then snapped it in half, causing a viscous purple goo to fall into the cauldron.

It bubbled like crazy as Morgana stepped back. It eventually calmed down. She then got an ordinary glove and a pair of welding tongs. She then put a welding mask over her face as she inched forward.

She dipped the glove into the concoction and the brew bubbled once more. She struggled to hold on the tongs as the glove seemed to be changing. She needed to hold the glove in place.

After a bit, the cauldron blew up a lot of smoke. The liquid within the cauldron started to harden around the glove. She then took it out and placed it on a nearby table. It was incased in what looked to be purple plastic.

After a few minutes it started to crack and eventually, the glove emerged from the plastic. She poked it with her wand. Nothing. She then touched it with her bare hand.

It was safe to touch. "Perfect. Let's hope this works."

She placed her wand on a table next to her, got the glove and put it on.

She then snapped her fingers. All of a sudden, all the figures that she's collected started to float around her. She moved her hand around. As she did the figures started to follow it. With a flick of her wrist she placed them back on her shelves.

She then snapped her fingers again. On the table next to her now was a pumpkin spice latte. It tasted just like the real thing despite it not being near the holidays yet.

She created that out of thin air. Something even her wand couldn't do. "YES... finally, it's all coming together."

She chuckled evilly. "Let's put this to the test... shall we?"