Beach Filler Episode (OPEN)

[Gildarts]

Molly’s eyes hinged on Dust sharing his s’more with the succubus and felt envy rise in her. It wasn’t the fact that he didn’t like the s’more, as clearly neither did Takezo, it was the fact that Ash was a grown-up and everyone treated her like it. She also had breasts which the ten year old was quite lacking. Someday she’d be an adult, tall, blonde, bossy, and she could do whatever she wanted. But today was not that day, instead, she was a child with a crush on a man at least ten years older than her. Could anyone see why she wouldn’t find him adorable though?

Ash had what Molly wanted most: Freedom. She was being grounded after this, when she returned home to Ambrosia. Sure, Molly had prayed for Omni to give her a family and now that that was done, she wanted to grow. To be a Prime was to be infinite. To be an adult was to have power, authority over those like herself.

Meanwhile, Gildarts heard Takezo’s whim of a question and he felt his eyes slide sink toward the amber fire. He had almost, almost distracted himself enough to forget his qualms. Gildarts place his two hands around his head and shut his eyes as though he had a headache, but it was so much worse.

“That’s a vague question mister sword guy,” Molly began, “But you’re obviously on this beach to have fun with us, since well, here you are. Though if you ever spit out one of my marshmallows again it’ll be you who you’ll find roasting on the skewer!”

Takezo blinked. Not the answer he was expecting, and my, did this little girl have vigor. The old-fashioned swordsman was speechless, and Molly continued, “In all seriousness, if you mean here in the Omniverse though, well you must be kinda knew, most Primes like Gildarts just get over it after a while when Omni kidnaps them. You were kidnapped to entertain Omni, like he informed you on your arrival. He is the one thing I’ve studied more than hacking, and I could hack without two hands and with blindfold on. Listen to my mister Takezo, you can only theorize as to why you’re here, why were you born on your own world in the first place? Eventually you just have to settle for whatever answer you can swallow, or else the question ends up swallowing you whole.”

Dark, deep, and truthful. Molly certainly didn’t speak her age. The little princess was definitely going places in the world. It seemed like, when Molly was old enough, she’d like to take a trek to Omni and have a long chat with him. Gildarts blinked, that wasn’t safe, but it would be safer if she brought him with her instead of doing it alone. For now, he’d act like he hadn’t heard her words and the buzz around the campfire continued until finally Molly stood up saying “IT IS TIME!”

“Time for what?” Dust asked, startled, curious, this little girl was full of infinite surprises.

“Time for the scary storytelling contest!” Molly said with a smile.

“If you don’t have a scary one, that’s fine but you gotta compete with a story to qualify for the main prize.” Molly nodded again with sugh vigor for a child who should’ve been tired after a long day at the beach.

“What is the prize?” Ash said with a bit of a slur.

“Secret until the winner is picked! Though you can take all the guesses you want! It is something highly coveted!” Molly stated and Ash blinked, her mind curiously aroused by the notion while Desman had passed off the s’mores he had made to Dust, who had started to pass them around. Molly wagged her finger for him to sit down after he served Pinkie Pie. Dust returned and Ash more or less, got the lot.

Molly pronounced,  “I’ll start!”