D.E.M.O.N.S: Getting Summoned Weekly isn't so Bad

Chapter 1208 1208 TIME Said Thyme While Munching On Thyme.

Kress chapter

The Competitors: Kress, Borgick, Midnight, Stan, Ellenell 

The Assistants: Blue, Marigold, Carl, Gareth, Burgandy

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”TIME” the word boomed across the field, and as Thyme spoke all the competitors, and the rest of their groups, were all teleported to a platform Thyme had set up in the sky. With magic, it was easy to keep the temperature normalised and stop the wind from blowing in, and Thyme did as much easily. 

The people who had teleported in were separated into three, arguably four groups if you counted Thyme as a group in and of themselves. Kress was in a group with all the people that had just completed their sandcastles. To his surprise, they all still had their Timmyʼs with them. Kress wasnʼt really sure what to make of it. The Timmys all seemed to pick up some defining attire from everyone else. 

The Timmy that worked with Kress and Blue now had boardshorts matching Kressʼ own, and vibrant blue hair cascading down his back that matched Blueʼs in tone. There was a bucket on Timmyʼs head again, but it was one of their house buckets now, if slightly malformed to work better as a hat. Of course, Kressʼ team wasnʼt the only Timmy that looked different. 

Stan and Garethʼs Timmy looked to be wearing… priest robes made out of sand? Kress didnʼt know what to make of that. The Timmy with Burgandy and Ellenell didnʼt have anything on at all. He just looked like a small dryad. Which of course, was a bit weird in and of itself. The fact that their Timmyʼs skin was now sand coloured only added to the strange vibes Kress got when looking at that Timmy. 

Carl and Midnightʼs Timmy had a hat that looked like a smaller Timmy holding up a shovel victoriously… but on the smaller hat Timmy was another hat… that was an even smaller hat Timmy. It went on like that, perhaps infinitely, perhaps just a few more stages until Kressʼ eyes werenʼt good enough to follow it anymore. *Iʼm a little worried about that team now. What the heck did they manage to build that would give their Timmy a hat like that?*

*I guess the priest robes could be something of a worry as well, but I donʼt expect Gareth and Stan wouldʼve made an all that impressive temple. I do want to know why itʼs sand coloured though. As for Burgandy and Ellenell? Iʼm just… confused as to what I should feel about that one. Are they a risky team or not? Why doesnʼt Timmy have anything on? Why is that Timmy sand coloured? At least Marigold and Borgickʼs makes some sense. Not sure if itʼll be a contender, but it makes sense.*

Kress was of course talking about the fact Marigold and Borgickʼs Timmy had a cannon as a hat. Kress shook his head and looked over the other two groups. One was of course the rest of their teams, and they were just wearing what they had earlier. No, the other group was more interesting… if you ignored the fact Thyme was dressed as a giant sandcastle with sand tower pauldrons, tower castle hat and what looked like a working drawbridge over their crotch area. Kress didnʼt really want to think about that part. 

”Right, let me introduce all of you to the judges!” said Thyme with a smile. ”First up, is this cranky old man I found in the forest!” Thyme waved his hands and said ʼcranky old manʼ had the distortion effect around them fade. He had a gruff looking face and a notable scar across his chin. His hair still had some black in it, but it was peppered with white lines. His beard was completely grey. Kress had just one thought when looking at him. 

*THATʼS THE FUCKING KING ISNʼT IT!*

”Iʼm just here because I was promised free food,” said the grumpy old man. 

*Iʼm telling you it IS! Is anyone else seeing this?* Kress looked around and apparently nobody knew their history well enough. Not even Nixilei… wait… Kress looked at Nixilei again and her eyes was clearly twitching. *Right ok. So Iʼm NOT the only one who can see this… but apparently itʼs only like two people that can see that Thyme knows the MISSING HUMAN KING. Then again… thatʼs not really a surprise is it? Still surprising that heʼs here… but probably not that Thyme knows the guy.*

”Next, I found this random hippy trying to sneak around so I grabbed him as well,” said Thyme with a shrug and a gesture towards the spot there was now an elf with a rather obvious fake beard in clear view. This time, Kress noticed Marigoldʼs hole team staring with mouths open, except Marigold who had her hands slapped over her mouth. *Thatʼs Auctifer isnʼt it?* Kress looked over at Nixilei. The eye twitching had gotten worse. *Yup. Thatʼs gotta be Auctifer.*

”I mean… Iʼm just here for whatever dudes,” said probablyAuctifer in the worse approximation of a drugged person he could manage. Kress was that drugged person a few days ago. Heʼd know. He certainly wasnʼt annoyed at the accuracy. No sir. 

”Next is some woman I picked up at a brothel,” said Thyme, and waited for everyone in the room to turn their incredulous looks towards them. ”No not like that. I was making some deliveries to them as a favour to a friend and saw her there and decided ʼsheʼd make a good judge so here she is!” 

Thymeʼs hands waved and once again there was a new person could be seen. There were a fae, and based on the pattern Kress had a pretty good guess as to who this was as well. The fact Greenʼs eyes were sparkling and Nixileiʼs eye looked like it was going to vibrate out of his socket. Now technically Kress couldnʼt say his was certain that was Titania. Furthermore, the fact she was dressed in a comical amount of makeup that looked more at home on stage then… elsewhere, did complicate matters… but Green and Nixilei seemed rather ʼcertainʼ as did the other fae around now Kress was looking. 

”Iʼm also just here for the free food I guess?” said probablyTittania with a shrug. 

Kress felt like slapping a hand to his face… but that would just mean that Thyme would win! It didnʼt help that Thyme was already waving their hands again, ”This one… well I donʼt really know what this one is, itʼs so dirty I can hardly tell. Iʼm thinking of calling it a soot goblin” 

”Iʼm a bloody dwarf you annoying tree!” shouted the soot goblin. Obviously. No dwarven royalty here. Nope. Kress wasnʼt looking at dwarven royalty covered in soot and neither was anyone else. 

”Right… well,” Thyme slowly seemed to contemplate the words, ”Iʼve never heard of a ʼbloody dwarfʼ but I suppose there are knew insects found all the time, so why not new species of dwarves? That makes sense right? Do you want some beer? Would that calm you down?” 

”Youʼre a right shithead arenʼt you Thyme?” said the soot goblin that totally wasnʼt Oditr ”You know very well I donʼt drink alcohol,” 

”Strange behaviour for a dwarf,” said Thyme. ”Are you sure youʼre not a soot goblin?” 

*Donʼt laugh. Donʼt laugh. Donʼt laugh at the fact Oditr is covered in soot. This is not funny. Donʼt laugh.*

”Well may-be I wouldnʼt look like a ʼsoot goblinʼ if youʼd let me wash off before teleporting me here! You better have some good fruit juice around or all increase taxes on your bloody grove by 200%” threatened the soot goblin. No Kress wasnʼt in denial. You are. 

Thyme shrugged and threw a teeny tiny barrel at Oditr, who caught it easily. She sipped what was there and frowned. ”I feel insulted… but this IS good juice so Iʼm going to let it slide,” said Oditr. I mean, the soot goblin. 

”Excellent! Now onto the last judge!” Thyme waved their hands once more and Mint appeared. Not that Kress knew who she was. 

Mint looked around confused. ”Thyme what am I doing here? You didnʼt inform me of anything I needed to do today… and whatʼs with all these new people?” Mint said as she gestured at the other judges. Obviously not recognising them. 

”Well I picked up some random people on the street,” nobody was believing that line at all, ”but I canʼt really pick one beastkin. That just wouldnʼt be fair. So instead, Iʼve picked you to be a judge!” said Thyme with a smile. 

”Right…” said Mint slowly ”But what exactly am I even judging?” 

”Sandcastle contest,” said Thyme quickly. 

”I… I donʼt know anything about building sandcastles. Iʼve never been on a beach until recently. Why am I a judge for a sandcastle contest?” asked Mint even more confused now then before. 

”Hey neither do they?” said Thyme pointed at the rest of the group. ”I just picked up a random old man, a hippy, a nymphomaniac, and a soot goblin, so you being a judge is fine,” 

It was at that moment the ʼsoot goblinʼ screamed and pounced at Thyme. Kress couldnʼt help it. His face to his hands as he groaned. *What the heck is this mess!*