The gray leprechaun, lives at the end of a colorless rainbow. He has all the treasures of the world, but values grayness above them all. Sell him something gray about yourself, and he’ll pay any price. He barters in the simplest currency. Stories. Gray stories, full of lies, that’s his favorite treasure. The more lies you tell, the grayer he’ll be. The more he lies to you, the grayer he’ll be. The more lies he tells himself the grayer he’ll be. The grayer that dreaded leprechaun becomes, the more likely he is to do a leprechaun’s work and share his fortune. Ask yourself, before you go to that gray leprechaun, how many lies am I willing to tell for a world of treasure? You could never tell more than it, You can never lie better than it. The leprechaun’s lies are in between the infinite void and a dimension filled only of white. It is the perfection of greyness, the colorless rainbow. That’s where the gray leprechaun always is, and always keeps its treasure. Deciding you’ll lie to get your share of the leprechaun’s fortune, you may ask, how does the gray leprechaun decide a lie is grey enough to share this fortune? When is a story gray enough for that gray leprechaun? It’s simple. That gray leprechaun needs you to feel gray pain, while you tell gray stories with gray lies. That’s the real feast for it, in your stories and lies. The pain, it’s color must be gray. To claim your treasure, show that leprechaun a gray pain, while telling gray lies, in a gray story. The leprechaun knows lies, it knows gray, it only loves grey pain. No other color of pain but gray is acceptable for the gray leprechaun. That’s the trap, as you’ll see when the monster finds you. When you feel that gray pain in creating gray lies for the stories you tell that gray leprechaun, you won’t desire anything any longer. Only endless grayness. Whoever you were before that demon feasted upon you, now you’re just forever stuck in the pot of gray, at the end of a colorless rainbow.
I'm probably depressed but this was fun to write.