Chapter 75 : I suppose we can be friends, fake dragon master

I woke up in a strange room.

It was completely white.

Everything was a different shade of white; the bed, the curtains, the rest of the furniture. Even my clothes were white! ...I don't remember falling asleep yesterday...did the butler drug me? Meh, whatever.

The only pop of color in this room is Cyanide.

The dragon, brain.

Why did I give him such a name? I can't remember.

Oh well.

"Morning, Cyan!" I chirped and then proceeded to stretch and shiver at the many sounds my bones made. Yikes.

I really need to start stretching.

Or just simply, moving.

I don't know how long I've been here but to be safe, I'm going to assume that suddenly dasterdous butler drugged myself and Cyanide and placed us here, the night before last.

Or was it last night?

Meh.

I shall just assume that it's morning however many days later, and that we are perfectly safe.

Safe, Brian the brain.

I wonder if the dragon master ordered him to do this;

With a sort-of booming voice, and looming over my slumped form, dramatically threw his hand out like they do in animes (the villains, duh) and exclaimed,

"Take the prisoner to the WHITE room! He can suffer the indigency of the strange and eerie color!"

Yeah, I know what your thinking, unlikely. But still, It was fun to imagine him as this dramatic villainess overlord.

Heh. TDH as a villainess. Heh.

Now I can't stop imagining a tall, muscle-bound body in a sailor skirt. Heh.

heheheheheheh.

Ahhh, I'm so entertaining.

Now, How to get out of here...