Writing Prompt WP: You're the final boss waiting for the player to arrive

[Scaletalon]

Just as the title says.

 

[NotProudofmySmut]

Masturbation. Probably.

 

[LavanderVodka]

I am out...I known my mcs and I dont want to face nicky.

 

[CinnaSloth]

Final Boss?

 

[Sylver]

Depends, what do I own?

Am I like Bowser or Bowsette with my own kingdom and army? Cuz then I'd be a bit lazy but also plan on second objectives, like conquering or forging alliances with other kingdoms to amass wealth, support and power!

Or am I the final boss at the end of the dungeon guarding my treasure? Cuz then ima be bored x)

 

[_kagamineakira]

"Hey, do you want a bit of mandrake beer? It's delicious"

 

[RepresentingCaution]

I'm packing my bags to make a quick departure. I've left a hologram behind to monologue to the MC while I disappear and set up a new life elsewhere.

 

[Rhaps]

As of writing, the final boss is being jumped by 3 different gods and 3 more to come. It is losing.

 

[kelmor]

Soon, my opponent would be here. I stood at attention, activating my battle aura, psyching myself up. Who was it who came to challenge me? Irrelevant, I would end them, but I had a few different strategies I could draw on depending on the opposing party's composition. But, it was too late for strategy. They were just outside my door. I assumed my battle stance and considered how I would greet them. They'd come far to meet me, after all.

After a few minutes, they hadn't come in. Were they taking a rest outside? I hadn't heard anything in a while. I cast my Clairvoyance spell to see what they were doing. The spell automatically locked on to the party leader, showing the group walking down a hall. Where were they going? Moments later, I saw that they were in the castle's foyer. There was a teleportation point there, and the group gathered on it. Wait, were they leaving? Ugh. Clearly, they hadn't prepared well enough for the epic battle and were going to buy potions or spend their skill points at a guildhall or something. I watched for a bit longer, confirming they'd gone back to the guild. Eh. Whatever. I could wait. I canceled my spell and sat down on my throne at the edge of the room's arena.

Day 2
I scrolled back my log window a bit, curious where things had gone wrong. As far as I could tell, the hero's party entering the room just before mine, complete with save point and healing fountain, would cause me to spawn into the world to get ready. But for whatever reason, the hero had chosen not to engage me at this time. I would simply have to wait until the party grew confident enough to test me.

Day 5
I'd read a few of the books on the bookshelves around my arena out of boredom. A few of them had granted me skill bonuses, though nothing that seemed relevant for the fight to come. Lockpicking? Haggling? Why did I even have those books? Regardless, it was an interesting diversion. I'd also kept tabs on the hero's party. Last time I checked, they were getting involved in some sort of dungeon exploration elsewhere. Most likely, they felt they were too weak to face me. A wise realization for them, no doubt, and I would savor testing myself on their updated skills.

Day 30
I had long exhausted all of the literature to be found on the shelves that surrounded my arena. Bonuses to Perception, Insight, and Carpentry would not be overly useful to me, but perhaps I could try them out after I defeated the hero and left this room. But for now? Bored. Bored bored bored. The hero's party were off doing some sort of quest on a distant island, clearing the island's questline and gathering new powers and items. I'd never heard of the place before, so it was at least somewhat interesting to watch. Whatever conflict was going on here, it was unrelated to my battle with the hero.

Day 45
The clear injustice inflicted on the island's residents had struck a nerve with me, and I rooted for the hero in his quest to free this kind, simple people from their oppressors. The hero's party only operated during certain hours of the day for the most part, so I scheduled my clairvoyance sessions to watch their efforts. I rooted them on, knowing that no rival of mine could lose to the serpentfolk scourge. In the off hours, I practiced carpentry. After clearing the books off a few of the shelves, I found I could deconstruct them for planks and nails and begin to practice with the three basic crafting plans I'd started the skill with. It felt good to make something with my own hands, even if it was just an endtable to position next to my throne. Would a coaster be appropriate? Not that I ever drank anything, mind you, but a set of coasters would be useful in case of guests.

Day 60
The hero had defeated the serpentfolk overlord, a worthy foe. The island's villagers had gifted the hero a small estate, where he and his party began farming. No doubt, he needed rare ingredients for our eventual battle, but I could tell that after that harrowing mission, the team needed some downtime. I did not hold it against them. In fact, I was quite interested in some of the bonds forming between the party members and certain persons of interest on the island. The hero had been slowly trying to get the serpent overlord's daughter to open up by giving her daily gifts of her favorite gem from the island's mine. Was he... trying to court her? I had to admit, she was quite comely for a serpent, and I became invested in knowing how this went. But when the hero was not active, I still had my carpentry. Though, I was growing a bit dissatisfied. I saw the hero had increased his own carpentry skill much higher than I had, and had many more recipes and tools. Things that could only be obtained in trade guilds, from what I could tell.

Day 68
The hero and his serpentfolk fiance were planning their wedding now. I looked forward to seeing it, though I doubted I would be invited. But it seemed unlikely that the hero would come and challenge me before that. Meanwhile, I had exhausted all of my crafting materials. I only got back a portion of any deconstructed object's ingredients back, and after this long repeating the same basic recipes, I now had too few planks and nails to construct anything. I was stuck. I eyed the door to my arena. Would anyone notice if I... left for a bit? I was pretty sure the hero had cleared out all of the monsters in my castle before he left, so it's not like I had to think of an excuse to give my minions. Likewise, with no minions, I couldn't just... ask someone to go get stuff for me. But... was it really that simple? Could I open the boss door myself?

Day 174
I have been apprenticed to the carpenter's guild for quite some time now. It's been a tiring several months, but my craftsmanship has been growing steadily. The locals seem to have no clue that I'm the overlord who has been oppressing them all this time. While I had little time to check in on the hero, I knew he had children on the way and quite the crop coming up in his farm, so I doubted I would see him anytime soon. I would have plenty of time to master this craft. Perhaps... perhaps I would also increase my skills in preparation for the final battle? This strategy of going on "side quests" to gain power and treasure, along with mastering crafting skills, must have something to it. The hero may have surpassed me by now, but I could still catch up. When the hero had his fill of family and farming in this so-called "Expansion Pack" area, I would have surpassed him once more. All the quests left undone in the main campaign, I would complete. All the love interests left unromanced here, I would romance. All the Legendary-tier furniture that could be constructed, I would construct and place in my battle arena, and one day, the hero would look upon my well-appointed harem and weep.

Day 3,581
A man walked into my citadel, looking around at the decor in confusion. As he drew closer, I could tell it was a face I considered familiar, but I could not quite place. He stepped through the open door into my battle arena nervously, clearly believing a battle (or at least a cutscene) would commence. Ah, now I knew where I remembered this man from. He was the hero, the player character, as it were.

"Ah, welcome to my palace... uh, what was your name again?" I said, hugging one of my giggling concubines close. Come to think of it, hadn't this woman been the first the hero had romanced?

"I'm, uh... hold on..." the hero said, checking a status window briefly. "I'm Velkus. What... happened here? Isn't there supposed to be a boss battle in this room?"

A flicker of a distant memory came to mind. "Ah, I think you might be right, old chum. It's been many years since I thought about that. It's been too long, how are the wife and kids?" I asked. I seemed to recall that after some time with the island farm, the hero had stopped coming to this world as regularly, and I had stopped checking in on their progress.

"Wife and kids...? Oh, right," he said, scratching his head. "I did have an active marriage last time, didn't I? Uh... hmm..."

"You don't remember?" I asked, sitting up to attention. "That lovely serpentfolk girl. Are you not... still together?"

"Oh, uh, technically, I guess?" he responded, as though something was faulty with his memory. "Sorry, I forgot this instance has been running all this time, I haven't been to, uh... where..."

"The farm? On the island?"

"Right, right. Yeah. That's where I was last, that's right. I logged out in the mines so I kind of forgot. I teleported straight over here just now so it kind of slipped my mind where I was."

"You... how long have you been gone?" I asked with growing concern. With a gentle touch, I communicated to my concubine that I wished to stand, and she got up for me. A few more of the girls entered the room with refreshments. A few of them recognized the hero, and it was a bit awkward.

"Dunno, like, ten years? I just saw this instance running on the server and thought I'd pop in and try something I heard about," he said. Had it really been that long? Had this man abandoned not just his quest, but his family for that many years? And for what?

I finally rose to my feet, the beginnings of anger simmering. "And what, exactly, did you return to try?"

"Uh... okay, so, I got so sidetracked with finishing up my quest log that I never completed the main quest. I only recently found out I could keep playing past the end, and apparently you're, uh... supposed to be... romance-enabled after that?" he said, seeming to grow a bit sheepish as he finished that sentence.

I stepped forward aggressively. "You... returned to romance me?" I asked with exasperation. "You left your wife and children for all those years, and now you're here to seduce... me. The dark overlord. She who rules all she surveys. You are here to seduce me."

He looked a bit taken aback. "Um. Yeah? Is there... a flag I need to set? Oh, do I need to dissolve my marriage first? Shit, that would make sense."

I took another step forward, materializing my armor and weapon, and he looked surprised and stepped back.
"You fool. All this time, and I thought our paths had simply diverged. I thought you and that snake girl were happy, and I remained here to pick up the pieces of all the romance-enabled girls you left behind. And now I hear you also left your own wife? What was her name again, hero?"

He blinked. "Uh. I... wasn't it something with an 'S'?"

"Serpenta. Her name is Serpenta. You don't even remember. Even I remember your wife's name. If I had known you had left even her behind, I would have sent for her to be brought here. You disgust me, hero."

Looking around wildly at the disapproving stares of all the other romance-enabled women in the room, I assumed a battle stance for the first time in a very long while. He eventually got his bearings and drew his own weapon.

"Wait, hold on," he said with confusion. "Your level is... 999? How is that even-"

"Hero, I cleared all of the side quests you left undone. I gained the trust of the factions, mastered all the crafts, became guildmaster of all the guilds, and yes, romanced all the love interests you left alone. And when all was said and done, there were still radiant quests plaguing the people of these lands. As their overlord, I could not let them wallow in despair, not when it would harm my economy. I suppose I lost track of my level, a bit."

The hero... yes, now that I checked his window, he was only level 130. He'd completed the first expansion zone, but come to think of it, hadn't I done all the others? Ah, yes, they'd gradually opened up automatically some time after he'd stopped coming. This was the Digital Deluxe Founder's edition of the game, which included all future DLC, but it seemed the hero had grown bored after the first expansion zone. But I... had nothing better to do.

"Uh, wait, hold on, I need to enter some console commands... uh... what were they...?" he said, flailing around and trying to remember some dark art I'd seen him use in the past. He was clearly too out of practice to do whatever he intended to do under pressure right now, if even he remembered how.

I stepped closer and activated my battle aura, along with my boss music. It had been quite some time since I'd heard that. He took a few steps back. "Hold... hold on! I had ironman mode enabled," he said, looking towards the exit. A few of my concubines had stepped into the doorway, having equipped their own armor and weapons. Some of those expansion zones had been quite the challenge, but I'd wisely brought a party. My flowers had bloomed, from mere village wenches, innkeepers, and guild mages to a trained team.

This was going to be a short battle, it seemed.

 

[istryj]

I’m figuring out whether my name is Clevatess. If it is — I keep chilling. If not, then yeah, that’s a situation. I’ll have to do something to show up in a sequel or a spin-off. Banging your head against plot armor is a pointless exercise.

 

[Worthy39]

I’m figuring out whether my name is Clevatess. If it is — I keep chilling. If not, then yeah, that’s a situation. I’ll have to do something to show up in a sequel or a spin-off. Banging your head against plot armor is a pointless exercise.

If your name is Dr. Doofenshmirtz, just build an anti-plot armorinator.

 

[istryj]

If your name is Dr. Doofenshmirtz, just build an anti-plot armorinator.

Wait, hold on — do I have messy hair and horn-rimmed glasses? That changes everything (no).

 

[CharlesEBrown]

Of my own stories?

Depending on which one.

In one story, I'd be a cyborg who may very well be immortal - and bored. I killed the first MC through treachery and now his kid is gunning for me. I can't wait - I have to come up with more plots, more ways to amuse myself, and maybe, just maybe a way to truly live once more, but with the power to face fools like those so-called heroes. Just need more processing power.

In one story... well, I know who will betray me and help the so-called hero, so I don't have to wait for the hero - I can take out the traitor first and then just relax, maybe summon a few more minions or really get the spell to call MY boss in right... Maybe.

In another... the Boneman doesn't "wait" for anyone - he has plots and plans and universes to destroy. Universes..

In another, I'm a somewhat demented but brilliant computer programmer. I thought my son was the MC but a rogue AI brought in a ringer and now I have to mobilize my forces to block both of them. It's an amusing game of chess, but as long as we keep it in the virtual world, I will eventually win...

In another... well, I'm used to waiting. Have been waiting in an almost dead state for nearly a million years. When the MC reaches me, either I'll win him over to my side or he'll manage to trap me again just outside of existence, waiting once more until the next time the First Contract can be invoked and I can live again... I have nothing but time.

 

[Envylope]

Man made a writing prompt and got only one response that is a proper answer. Classic. I swear I will answer this prompt on this same message with an edit when the time is right. Probably when the player shows up.