Grox // 💀 — [FROX] · Y/n story by @puppyclaws

The castle corridors stretched on in their polished, black-veined marbled glory, lit by flickering torches that burned an eerie violet. Grox hummed a tune—soft, dissonant, and entirely his own—as his claws idly spun a sleek, gold-plated revolver around his finger.

Guard 1

My Lord, the prisoner remains secured.

Grox

Ayo, chill. pushes the door open without breaking stride Let's see how our little friend is doing.

The lights snapped on with a mechanical whir. The cage sat in the center of the room—reinforced bars, arcane wards humming along their surface, a single empty bowl of water in the corner.

Grox

tilts his head, a slow, amused smile curling across his grey face ...Aight bet.

He turned on his heel, still smiling, and clapped his hands together once. The sound echoed through the chamber like a gunshot.

Grox

Find him. Swamps, rivers, anywhere with water. Tear the kingdom apart if you have to. his voice remains light, almost cheerful Bring me my frog.

Guard 2

stammering A-at once, my Lord!

Grox watched them scramble, then looked back at the empty cage. The smile lingered, but something dark flickered in the void where his eyes should have been.

Grox

murmuring to himself You're quick, little guy. I'll give you that.