Wet Dreams

*Shhhuuu-Splash!*

*Shhhuuu-Splash!*

Michael blinks a couple times as his mind takes a moment to process what'd happened... One moment he was poking the Book of Commoners, the next he was standing on a beach...

His eyes widen when he realises that maybe his curiosity had gotten the better of him. After all, this wasn't a regular beach... It was Slark's beach.

Michael slowly turns his head and eventually finds himself staring straight into Slark's own beady, unblinking eyes. The Fishman was around half Michael's height, but the large curved dagger Slark held was intimidating enough, especially with what he knew of the fish's abilities.

"Hehehahaha! Well what d'ya know, the little fish has caught the big fish." Slark grins, his messy jagged teeth causing Michael to gulp as he feels around his waist for his sword... Only to find that his weapons were missing... At least he was still wearing clothes he supposed, but he still found himself in front of a deadly predator who was more than eager to get his revenge on him.

Michael slowly backs away while holding his hands up pacifyingly, "Hey, just wait for a moment and think about this. If I die then who knows what'd happen to you, this place itself might just explode and kill you... Or you might just stop existing at all." he hastily says, trying to prevent the fishman from tearing him a new arse hole.

Slark slowly waddles forwards, fluids leaking off of him and staining the sand as he approaches, "Heh, I don't know about you, but livin' in a prison ain't livin' at all. Why else do ya' think I tried my luck and broke outta Dark Reef. Honestly, I thought it'd take longer to escape from this prison, but since my jailer wants to visit, I must oblige." he sneers as his pace increases.

"Wait for god's sake!" Michael yells, but is far too slow to evade Slark as the fish pounces at him, Slark activates Dark Pact by cutting his slimy wrist while raising his shiv above his head, ready to unleash all his fury on Michael.

"THIS'LL TEACH YEA!" Slark exclaims while laughing, stabbing down at Michael and easily piercing his skull, just after Dark Pact activates and utterly destroys the rest of Michael's body.

"AAAH!" Michael screams as he feels his skin melt and the tip of the dagger enter his skull. He continues screaming but stops when he blinks his eyes and realises that he was still in the bathroom... Only now with Tiffania looking down at him with a worried expression.

"M-Michael!? Are you okay? I found you sleeping here and you just started screaming... Was it another nightmare?" she quickly asks, hands clasping around his cheeks as she looks him over.

Michael was covered in a cold sweat after literally feeling himself die at Slark's hand, but he soon relaxes under Tiffania's ministrations. He takes a moment to take in her words, and theorists that only his mind had entered the book, leaving his unconscious body here for Tiffania to find... That, or time went slower inside the book.

"I'm fine Tiffania, just tired I guess." he says, not really knowing how to explain this.

She gives him a peculiar look as she lets go of him, "Did... Did you have trouble... You know." she gestures at the wooden box-toilet he was sitting on, causing Michael to flush completely red.

"N-no! Trust me, I was just trying out a spell that went wrong!... Look! If I was lying, why do I still have my trousers on!"

...

Tiffania shrugs, "Maybe you were having trouble because you still had your trousers on..." she suggests, more jocularly than anything else, which she emphasizes with a cute giggle that heals Michael's heart from the sheer terror he'd just experienced. "Come on, let's go to bed... You shouldn't start tomorrow all tired like this."

Michael nods and follows her, the duo stripping out of their clothes and wearing their makeshift sleepwear and the lay next to each other and holding hands. Tiffania soon falls asleep, but Michael's thoughts were still on Slark, the book, and the other possibilities his entry into his Spirit's worlds presented.

He could now take direct lessons from Rhasta, eventually, learn actual dagger arts from Riki... Plus the fact that he couldn't die against the Spirits meant that he could do life or death combat constantly to increase his abilities.

Slark's power was also something to consider... He'd not actually thought on how powerful the Dota heroes were compared to him. He'd thought that he was slowly catching up, but after facing a 'Common-Tier' hero like Slark, his confidence was quickly shot.

Slark moved faster than Michael could see, with more fluidity and agility than he'd ever observed before. The fact he could use Pounce, Dark Pact, and attack all simultaneously made him seriously self-conscious towards his own abilities. After all, to do all that himself would take a couple of seconds at least, not the milliseconds Slark had used.

While he wouldn't be able to learn anything about poison from the Fishman, at least he'd gained something far more valuable... The only thing left to do now was to find a place where he could fully utilise it... That'd have to wait after they left the capital though, as time was short enough as it is.

Michael slowly drifts off to sleep, his dreams straying from the usual combat to his subconscious thoughts of using the Book of Commoners to try and woo the various Dota heroes... That sexy blue Drow Ranger, that literal Succubus Queen of Pain, Luna, Phantom Assassin... His sleeping body grins lustfully as he imagines peeling the mask off of Templar Assassin...

Needless to say, he'd be having another uncomfortable discussion with Tiffania in the morning, his pent up libido leaving a mess that Michael would have to clean up...