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The Pale King held the small vessel by the scruff of their neck.
Ghost bared all of their little fangs, void dripping from the tips.
“How does that even work? Do you reform your teeth every time? Or are they a permanent feature?”
Ghost tried to bite him. Unperturbed, the Pale King leaned even closer.
“Do I need to brush your teeth?”
Startled, Ghost hurriedly shut their mouth. Biting yes. Toothbrush no.
No amount of poking or bribery with honey candy could get Ghost to open their mouth again.
“Hollow?” The Pale King called.
Their traitor twin opened their mouth obediently and allowed the Pale King to examine their fangs. Ghost huffed at the betrayal.
“Seems fine…But I’m warning you, Ghost. If you get any cavities I’ll have to remove the tooth.”
No! That wasn’t how their mouth worked! They were the almighty void! Void gods didn’t get cavities.
What was a cavity anyway.