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Chapter Three: Merely A Dead Man WalkingChapter Three: Merely a Dead Man WalkingChapter Three: Merely A Dead Man Walking by InsomniacFlaaffy
“Where am I…?” Rows and rows of red velvet theater chairs appeared before him, tucked away in darkness as light shined only from an elegant lamp on the small stage. The annoying squawks of a nearby crow perched on top of a dresser mirror placed in the middle of the stage filled the silent void that was this mysterious place. Ancient wood floor boards creaked underneath him with each step up the stage’s stairs, he would have grabbed the stairs’ railing if the wood didn’t look like it would give him splinters. A fancy, golden cord next to the dresser dangled from the high ceiling above which was not there before he came upon stage. It swayed side to side gently even though there wasn’t any kind of draft or breeze in the enclosed space. Russel grabbed the tasseled end of the rope and gave it a little tug, the chime of
Basalt Halls: Friend Or Foe|Part OneBasalt Halls: Friend Or Foe|Part One by InsomniacFlaaffy
"Well fuck me sideways..." Killer the disgruntled Snubbull grumbled under his breath as he crossed his stubby arms over his chest.
"Oh, it's you." Oishi the Gothita responded flatly with her hands at her hips.
Henrietta the Vanillite groaned, "Not this again..."
"Ice cream!" Boom-Boom the Weezing cheered, floating in circles around the Vanillite. "Ice cream, ice cream..."
The two teams stood outside the large dead tree turned dungeon entrance deep within the Subseed Forest, staring each other down. They were the only teams at the entrance, everyone else was probably underground already.
"It would be my luck running into you, brat." Killer growled at Oishi, baring his fangs.
"Oishi could say the same, mutt." She growled back, not letting the Snubb