princess-of-eldin:

“Oh, my sincerest apologies!” The Demon Lord feigned concern for their comfort, “are the accommodations not to your liking?”  He rose to his full height, glowering down at the three little blobs in the cage.  “Despite what I might tell Anita… You are not my guests, but prisoners–nothing more!”

“You should be grateful for your current situation in fact.  Far better that I have chosen this than the dungeons to hole you up in for the time being.  Unless you would rather I allow the Bobokins to do whatever they might please with you.”  The Demon Lords beasts would either attempt to feast upon the little blobs or simply play around with them, roughly beating their new toys around with their clubs and fists. 

“Considering the grim alternatives that I could have concocted for your initial confinement, you should really be watching that tone of yours.” He menacingly bared his fangs down at the repairman in particular with this final remark.

@siblings-a-fixin

As the Demon Lord rose up, the Repairman stepped forward protectively, as Marie and Cat Slime shuffled to hide behind him. The Repairman glared indignantly.

“Grateful–?” he started to protest, before the Demon Lord mentioned other monsters and a dungeon. Even he flinched as the demon bared his fangs.

He stole a glance at his still-shaking sister, holding their terrified pet. He sighed, looking downwards.

“…Fine,” he said after a while, with the bare minimum amount of sincerity. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

Marie swallowed, before moving forward an inch.

“Wh…what do you want with us?” she asked, shrinking back down.