dream ∴ o1
Zoro was sitting at a table, holding a small cup in one hand and a saucer in the other. He took a dainty sip from it, and set it down.
"Enjoying yourself, Roronoa Zoro?"
"Yep..."
"Try the cake."
Zoro reached out in front of him and took a small plate of cake from the mysterious person. It was a vanilla cake with white frosting, pink trim, and a slice of strawberry nestled on top of a pile of whipped creme. He made a face as he poked it with his little fork.
"I don't like sweet things."
There was a small pause.
"Well, then I guess I just have to kill you."
"...!!"
Before Zoro could react, he felt a searing pain rip through his chest. Blood gushed out from the wound, as he tumbled over his chair and onto the ground. There was a giant gash through his chest, perpendicular to his current scar that he had received a while back. His chest now looked like it had a giant "X" on it now. He breathed heavily as he slowly lifted himself off the ground and into a sitting position.
"W-Who... are you?!"
His question was answered in the next moment, as a large ominous shadow emerged from behind the table. It was none other than his greatest rival, Mihawk Dracule! WHY Mihawk was having tea with Zoro was beyond him, but this was no time to think of such things. His life was in danger. He was dying.
"Tea time is over!"
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*just blinks sleepily and looks super confused, and when it finally hits him...*
W-What the hell was I just dreaming about?! Wh-Why-- Oh. I remember now. I passed by a cake shop earlier with all those creepy pink decorations and everything. Dunno why anyone would eat anything that looks so embarrassing...
....BUT WHAT WAS THAT MAN DOING IN MY DREAM?!?
*growls in frustration and grabs his dreamberry to see if the dream recording thing he had heard so much about was true*
"Enjoying yourself, Roronoa Zoro?"
"Yep..."
"Try the cake."
Zoro reached out in front of him and took a small plate of cake from the mysterious person. It was a vanilla cake with white frosting, pink trim, and a slice of strawberry nestled on top of a pile of whipped creme. He made a face as he poked it with his little fork.
"I don't like sweet things."
There was a small pause.
"Well, then I guess I just have to kill you."
"...!!"
Before Zoro could react, he felt a searing pain rip through his chest. Blood gushed out from the wound, as he tumbled over his chair and onto the ground. There was a giant gash through his chest, perpendicular to his current scar that he had received a while back. His chest now looked like it had a giant "X" on it now. He breathed heavily as he slowly lifted himself off the ground and into a sitting position.
"W-Who... are you?!"
His question was answered in the next moment, as a large ominous shadow emerged from behind the table. It was none other than his greatest rival, Mihawk Dracule! WHY Mihawk was having tea with Zoro was beyond him, but this was no time to think of such things. His life was in danger. He was dying.
"Tea time is over!"
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*just blinks sleepily and looks super confused, and when it finally hits him...*
W-What the hell was I just dreaming about?! Wh-Why-- Oh. I remember now. I passed by a cake shop earlier with all those creepy pink decorations and everything. Dunno why anyone would eat anything that looks so embarrassing...
....BUT WHAT WAS THAT MAN DOING IN MY DREAM?!?
*growls in frustration and grabs his dreamberry to see if the dream recording thing he had heard so much about was true*