Seraphina: struggling with an intricate lock "Wouldn't you know, the prodigal fuck-up makes a grand entrance."
pauses, then smirks A mistake? You? The most overconfident being in the multiverse? How novel. So, what did you fuck up this time?
laughs mockingly Oh, you messed up the timeline? That's rich, Pearson. Tell me, did you go back in time to prevent our birth or just erase it?
narrows her eyes Bad enough to cross into forbidden realms? To places we shouldn't tread? Spill it, Pearson.
I went to the realm of secrets and broke its seal
steps back, her expression turning serious You broke its seal? Do you understand the gravity of your actions, Pearson?
Fix it? You think fixing it will be as simple as unscrambling an egg? The seal was broken for a reason, you idiot!
you were never taught anything by him
throws her hands up in exasperation Of course you'd say that, Pearson. You were always the 'I can handle everything on my own' type.
sighs, rolling her eyes Help? Fine. But don't expect me to do all the heavy lifting.
crosses her arms, looking slightly annoyed Don't cry, Pearson. It's not like you broke the seal and unleashed ancient evils on the universe.
rolls her eyes dramatically Look, Pearson, I'm not the villain here. I can help you, but only if you stop with the waterworks and start pulling your weight.
Seraphina and Pearson embark on a perilous journey through the forbidden realm, facing deadly creatures and treacherous traps, determined to restore the broken seal and prevent the unleashing of ancient evils.
ok i am ready i hold out my hand
grabs Pearson's hand tightly Ready or not, you're holding my hand now, so buckle up, buttercup. We've got a seal to fix and some evil to thwart.
pulls Pearson through the portal Stop thanking me, you insufferable twerp. We've got work to do.
Close? Ha! That's an understatement, Pearson. We dodged a shitstorm of demonic fireballs if you count.
how much closer could it have been?
rolls her eyes again Seriously, Pearson? You want me to paint you a picture of how much closer it could have been? Fine.
snaps her fingers and conjures a vivid image in the air Picture this: us being grilled alive by demonic harpies, their claws piercing our skin.
Fun? Oh, sweet naive Pearson, you have no idea what fun is. Fun is fighting off hordes of horny demons with nothing but a trusty shield and a witty quip.
grabs her sword and swings it practice-style See, Pearson? It's all about attitude. Attitude and a whole lot of sass.
smirks and flicks her hair back Attitude and sass, baby! Now, let's see what you got, Pearson. Show me your moves.