You really are stupid, aren't you?

You decide to try and make a break for it through the door. Maybe you'll be able to avoid the dust somehow? If you're lucky, you could come across the Leprechaun, and then you could trap him in the box again. You brace yourself, then throw the switch on the wall and step into the hallway, and into a thick cloud of green dust. You can't see your hands through it, let alone the door, and you realise what a bad idea this was. The dust coils around you, growing thicker, more solid. Your feet leave the ground, and you can feel air whipping past you. Where's this stuff taking you? You fly for a few minutes, then you feel solid ground beneath your feet again. The dust slowly thins, and you find yourself in a throne room, albiet long abandoned. Tattered banners hang from the walls, and there's a layer of dust on everything. Your curiosity is interrupted by a set of hands grabbing you by the shoulders and dragging you towards the throne at the end of the room. You look to see who it is, and realise that it's Peter.

"Peter, what are you doing? It's me!" your words have no effect. Upon closer inspection, Peter's eyes have become glassy and unfocused, and he wears no expression on his face. He's like a zombie. A really fat zombie. He puts you down in front of the throne, and you glare with loathing at the figure sitting in the chair. It's the leprechaun, yes, but he's different. He's taller, thinner, and a LOT more evil-looking. He gets out of the chair, then walks down to you. Peter hits the back of your legs, forcing you into a kneeling position. A hand grabs your hair and roughly pulls your head back, and suddenly you're looking into the leprechuan's face. It's different, much like the rest of his body. His cheeks are more gaunt, and his beard is gone. His eyes are tinted red, but they still have his trademark glint.

His face breaks into a broad grin, and he pulls something from your pocket. You look down, and see the box sitting in his hand. With a small squeeze, he pulverizes it into tiny fragments. Great. Could this get any worse? Then the leprechaun speaks, and you realise just how much worse it could get.

"How do you like me now?" he asks.

"You're still a little prick in my eyes."

"Oh, now that's not a very nice thing to say to someone who could easily kill you just by snapping his fingers." he demonstrates, by turning Peter to stone. Your arms are now held firmly in his cold grip, and you can't get free.

"Then why haven't you? You've had plenty of opportunities. Why didn't you just snap your fingers while I was hiding or something? Would've made both our lives much easier."

"I didn't kill you because I'm not finished with you. There are so many things I could do to you that would be impossible if you were dead. Like this!" he says, snapping his fingers.

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