Revamped
Jesus fucking christ how do i save this it aged so poorly *dies*
Edit: I just created the story and idek if im aloud to put this on wattpad. istg someone is gonna get pissed and im gonna get pbanned off the platform what hey who gives a shit
Queen Thorn's Gamble: The Deal with MrBeast
Queen Thorn of the SandWings, known for her intelligence and strength, sat in her opulent palace, surrounded by her wealth. But despite the piles of treasure, the shimmering gold, and the vast kingdom she ruled, something was missing—a thrill. And that thrill, as it turned out, could be found in a newly established casino on the outskirts of the Scorpion Den.
At first, Thorn visited the casino out of curiosity. But soon, she found herself drawn back again and again. The allure of the games, the risk, and the promise of even greater fortune consumed her. What started as a harmless distraction quickly spiraled into an obsession.
The Downfall
"Just one more game," Thorn muttered to herself, her eyes glued to the spinning wheel of fortune. She had already lost much of her treasure that night, but the promise of winning it all back kept her hooked. Pile after pile of gold vanished into the hands of the casino as the hours ticked by.
Her advisors whispered in the corners, nervously watching as their queen lost more and more. But no one dared stop her.
By dawn, Thorn was staring at an empty vault.
"All gone..." she whispered, horror dawning on her as the last of her treasure was carted away. Worse still, the realization hit her: without her treasure, she couldn't pay her kingdom's taxes. The debt collectors would be circling her soon, and the empire she'd worked so hard to build would collapse under the weight of unpaid debts.
Desperate, she called upon the ancient SandWing magic to summon help. But something went wrong with the spell. Instead of a wise advisor or magical solution, she summoned... MrBeast.
The Offer
A swirling light materialized in the center of the throne room, and out of it stepped MrBeast, the famous philanthropist and YouTuber, with a camera crew and his usual energetic grin.
"Hey guys, today we're helping a queen out of crippling debt!" he exclaimed, seemingly unaware of how out-of-place he was in the world of dragons. He turned to face Thorn, who was too stunned to speak at first.
"You... You're not who I meant to summon," Thorn stammered.
MrBeast shrugged. "Doesn't matter! I can still help you. You've got debts? I've got cash. But, you know, I don't give money away for free. There's always a challenge."
Thorn blinked, trying to make sense of what was happening. "You... want to give me money? In exchange for what?"
MrBeast grinned mischievously. "I'll cover all your debts, your taxes, everything you owe. But you've got to do me a favor."
Thorn leaned forward, intrigued. "What favor?"
MrBeast pulled out a scroll—far too modern for this world—and handed it to her. "I need your SandWing army to track down a group called Dogpack404. They've been causing me some problems online, and I need them taken care of. Oh, and while you're at it, I want you to get everyone hating on Ava Kris Tyson banned from all social media."
Thorn squinted at the scroll. She wasn't entirely sure who these dragons—or creatures—were, but the promise of money was too tempting to ignore.
"And if I do this," she said slowly, "you'll pay off all my debts?"
"Not just that," MrBeast said, his grin widening, "I'll throw in enough treasure to rebuild your vault and fund your entire kingdom for a year. But there's one more thing: once you finish the first task, you have to run on a treadmill for three hours. Then you get the money."
Thorn hesitated. The idea of being beholden to this strange human was unsettling, but the alternative—losing her kingdom—was even worse.
"Fine," she said at last, "I'll do it."
The Hunt for Dogpack404
With the deal made, Thorn set her army into action. SandWing soldiers scoured the land, searching for anyone who might be connected to Dogpack404. Weeks passed, and finally, they tracked down the mysterious group in a remote desert hideout.
The battle was swift. Thorn's soldiers easily overpowered Dogpack404's forces, and soon, they were brought before the queen in chains. Thorn, true to her word, delivered them to MrBeast, who smiled in satisfaction.
"That's one task down!" he said, giving a thumbs-up to the camera crew filming the entire event. "Now, onto the next."
Canceling the Haters
The second task was trickier. MrBeast gave Thorn a list of individuals who had been harassing Ava Kris Tyson on Twitter (or as MrBeast called it, "X"). These dragons—or whatever they were—had spread rumors and accusations, and MrBeast wanted them canceled and banned from all social media.
Using her connections and influence, Thorn set her spies to work. Within days, those who had been involved in the smear campaign found their accounts mysteriously shut down, their voices silenced. The smear campaign ended, and Thorn completed the second part of the deal.
The Treadmill Challenge
Finally, it was time for the most bizarre part of the agreement. MrBeast had a treadmill set up in the middle of Thorn's throne room. She looked at the strange contraption, confused.
"So, I just... run?" Thorn asked, looking between MrBeast and the treadmill.
"Yup! For three hours straight. If you stop, the deal's off."
Thorn, though skeptical, knew she had no choice. She stepped onto the treadmill, and with a deep breath, began running. Her muscles burned, and after the first hour, she was panting heavily. But she pushed on, determined to complete the challenge.
By the time the third hour rolled around, Thorn was drenched in sweat, but she had made it. MrBeast clapped enthusiastically.
"Congratulations, Queen Thorn! You've done it!" He handed her a bag overflowing with gold and treasure. "Here's the money, as promised."
Thorn collapsed onto the floor, utterly exhausted but relieved. The SandWing kingdom was saved, and her debt was gone.
As MrBeast and his crew packed up to leave, Thorn couldn't help but feel a mix of bewilderment and amusement at the strange series of events that had unfolded.
"You're a strange human," she muttered, watching MrBeast walk toward the portal back to his world.
MrBeast grinned over his shoulder. "I get that a lot. See you in the next challenge!"
With that, he disappeared, leaving Queen Thorn with her treasure—and a promise to never set foot in a casino again.
The End.
Dogpack is a terrorist organization now ig :/
