It's a bright and sunny day. A familiar figure walks along a grassy path surrounded by sparse-grown trees. They are more like branches than anything else. A red bird is perched on one of those branches. It sings a very happy, bird-song.
Red Bird: Well.. if it isn't Dare.
Dare: [stops] Huh?
Red Bird: [hopping down one branch] Hello there.
Dare: [looks up with wide eyes] Y-you... you're Choirmaster?
Choirmaster: [attempts a cute little bow with his wing] The one and only. It's nice to be known.
Dare: Err, is this a dream?
Choirmaster: Perhaps. Did you try pinching yourself?
Dare: [pinches himself] OW!
Choirmaster: [chuckles] Stupid humans, always falling for that old thing. Well, I guess we've established this isn't a dream, now, is it?
Dare: [still wide with fear] N-no...
Choirmaster: And you're probably wondering why I'm here, talking to you?
Choirmaster: Good, good. Well, it's very simple, actually. I'm sort of like your conscience. You know, that thing that reminds you of all the bad things you've done and makes you feel guilty about it. I don't know why your conscience has chosen to manifest itself as me. It kind of makes you look delusional on your part, no? Maybe you've had bird-issues in the past.
Choirmaster: [continuing] Well, it's obvious that something is bothering you, else you wouldn't be seeing me. Otherwise you'd probably be a crazy nut. After all, birds can't talk. But, here I am. So what is it that's bothering you? Feelings of inadequacy, hmm?
Choirmaster: [cutting him off] Yes, yes, that's all good and all. How about we just skip to the end?
Dare: The end?
Suddenly, Choirmaster's wings unfurl and he launches himself at Dare, flapping wings wildly and pecking away at his head. It's all rather violent. Dare tries to defend himself but in the end, he lies on the grassy path in a crumpled, bloody heap. Choirmaster flies back to his perch and preens his feathers proudly.
Choirmaster: [evil smirk] And that, my dear RL, is the end.. of you. [and he flies away]
|So was Choirmaster pretending to be your conscience to get you off guard, or is your conscience pecking you to death? Curiouser and curiouser...|
|Probably the latter more than the former... especially the pecking.|