O P E N ;;
No one? Oh no, Steven may think there’s no one around, but he was wrong! There was a certain troll within hearing range that just had the habit of straying off occasionally.
The sound of someone calling out reached his ears, making him turn to find the source.
Who could that be? The motherfucker looked pretty suave. But what had he been saying? It had all gone right through one ear and out the other.
“HeY bRo, DiD yOu HaPpEn To Go AnD fAlL tHe FuCk OvEr Or SoMeThInG?” No, he looked pretty lost—like this wasn’t anywhere he’d seen before.
“wOaH, mOtHeRfUcKeR, yOu OkAy?”
Oh, what was this? A creature with toned flesh and perking horns busting from the top of his skull? How odd. Never before in his life had Steven seen such a creature, at least not in person. If anything- they’d always been in story books, and well; they never really looked as tacky as this one did.
”Um..You’re not a demon from the depths of Hell are you, sir?” Stupid question to ask, really. What monster would admit to being one? Their purpose was to trick humans for evil purposes, right? If they said they were a beast, even if it were true, then their whole scheme would be ruined!
(Source: partyrocking2nite)
[Part of Zods]



“Ah, yes- I do believe I did?” Had he? Last time he checked, he had been falling back into the comfort of his bed, before passing out after a long day of organizing his rocks. His rocks! Where were they?! Had he lost them? Oh, goodness no— he couldn’t lose those! They were his everything, the objects that kept his sanity in tact. Without them? He’d be nothing but a big mass of screaming lungs and childish actions!
“This is the worst day of my life..”
“Ah! I see. Well, now I feel a bit moronic. Thank you, young lady. I very much appreciate the correction.” Faint smile, and an offering of his hand. “What is your name?” 
“I beg your pardon?” CONFUSED.
“Ah! Hello dear residents of the glorious island, Arcadieous? Is that what it’s called?” Excuse him, he’s a bit of a herp derp sometimes. “My name is Steven Stone, but I’d rather be associated with Mr. Stone! It is my pleasure to be acquainted with all your wonderful faces~”
A nightmare. One of the eerie dreams in which Steven hadn’t an idea what was going on, who he was around, or even what he was doing. For the past week or so, he’d been stuck with these horrible visions, and each time— the ending was always the same.
Better yet, that didn’t even matter right now. At least, not when he was sitting out in the middle of no where with the sun beaming against his face and sand sinking into the back of his britches. That was odd. Very odd. Last time he checked, he hadn’t been anywhere near the ocean. Right?