The Grandmaster walked up to you. You knew you displeased her. She had short white hair, a golden robe and her face had light blue stripe on her chin. She gripped her melting stick tightly as she walked up to you. The guard that was holding you let go.
"So, you sorta displeased me, you know that right?" She asked. She was very close to you.
"I know. I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to!" You knew what would happen to you. Your fate was death.
She looked you in the eyes. "I only have a few rules and you broke two of them. I gave everyone here freedom and love. But what do I get in return?" She sighed.
"I'm sorry! Please!" You begged.
She smiled. "Oh, I love it when they beg for life! It's one of the best parts!" She exclaimed.
"I won't do it again,Grandmaster."
"Hmm. Yeah...no." She raised her melt stick. You felt a burst of energy through your body and everything was gone.
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~Jeff Goldblum one shots~
Short Story~×Featuring: Ian Malcom, The Grandmaster, Duke, Jeff himself and ships×~
