Greenborne- In Doom
Golden light etched out the straight hallway, revealing the ghostly impressions of archaic writing. A gleaming dagger was held ahead of Greenborne as he and his thought lady friend Z'Lupe sought the prize he imagined would be located at the end of the hardships. His speculations were based on nothing more than common trends. Throughout all time, beings of immense power, mortal or greater, would abandon objects of incredible value for no reason at the end of a trail lined with dangers where they could neither utilize nor appreciate it. The concept normally would take full hold over the mastermind of the pointless scheme after the piece was well buried behind the countless threats. Then it would be the goal of foolhardy treasure seekers to waste away theirs lives upon seeking them, most suffering cruel and painful deaths before the agonizing and slow passing of an unfulfilled life claimed them.
"Must you speak of the terrible dying so often?" Kelly scolded Bimblesnaff for actually saying all those things, repeatedly, as they made their way. "It isn't helping lift my spirit about this futile endeavor." As what seemed to be the fifth hour of a straight march, she questioned, "How much longer do you think it will be?"
"Until time itself runs out," an ominous voice boomed the way that only an ominous voice could. "For you are in the clutches of Doom!"
"That wasn't funny, 'Snaff," groaned Z'lupe.
"Yes, 'twas," chuckled the lunatic, "but 'twasn't I that spoke it." The mysterious voice broke out in a nefarious chortle.
"Fools! You know not the evils that await you further!"
"Now, wait just a minute here," boldly demanded the maniac, "what 'bout what bounty 'waits us further?" The voice did not respond for a moment.
"There... is not any," it finally informed. "Doom only has to offer tragedy and suffering."
"What? Then screw this!" shouted the girl. "We aren't going through all this for nothing."
"Aw, no, now, come on," begged the voice. "No one has journeyed through my tunnels in ages. Will you not stay?"
"Well, okay," agreed Greenborne for the both of them without consent, "but ya better at least got somethin' fer us when we get to the end."
"There is no end to Doom! Your plight will be eternal."
"I said somethin'," sternly demanded the Four Finger Fiend. They heard some fumbling, of what they would never know.
"I think I have a key chain," the voice rang with the words robbing it of all its mystery and effect. "It is pretty cool."
"Oo, I dun even know what one o' those is," fancied the man. "'Tis a deal!"
"Excellent! Now proceed to the greater evils."
"You mean like the gerbils with beam vision?" Kelly grumbled, considering abandoning Bimblesnaff right there.
"Oh ho ho , if you think that is bad," the voice greedily taunted, "just wait until you learn what comes from their other end." It broke into a chorus of malicious laughter.
"Is it poo?" interrupted Greenborne. The terrible guffaw ceased.
"Well, yes, it is defecation," admitted the sinister voice, ever losing its edge despite the same demeanor in its tone by the very fact of the words it was being forced to say. "But it is more than any regular feces. It is horrible stuff, sick stuff."
"Ya talk a big game for an incorporeal voice," the Fiend thought he mocked before reconsidering and adding, "which, I guess, is all ya can do. But still, brin' it on, sinister force of malice! Let's see what ya got!" Bracing himself, he readied for anything that could be thrown against him, watching all angles and for the slightest movement. Over time his muscles loosened their tense until he leaned on the stone wall. "Well?"
"Oh, did you want those unspeakable evils now?" apologized the voice. "Thing is there seems to be some problems with my ungodly combatants right now. Could you please wait must a moment."
"Oh, by all means," politely agreed Greenborne. "'Twill give me time to ready m'self 'gainst their deadly onslaught." His idea of preparation involved a lot of staring at Z'lupe.
"Will you cut that out?" she forcefully asked. "I'm sure you're going to be living to see those again, so stop unless you want me to take care of the 'living' part here and now."
"Oh, I know I wonna die," he agreed, still gawking blankly until smacked across the face.
"If you ask me-"
"Which I didn't," quickly interjected the green clad man.
"-this 'evil' force is more pathetic than threatening," she continued with her fist in Bimblesnaff's mouth to prevent any further interruptions. "I didn't expect the most horrible of the things we would encounter here to be something that didn't try to kill us, at least by traditional means."
"What are ya gettin' at?" questioned the lunatic, or at least would have if knuckles were not pressed against his teeth.
"This thing isn't evil, it's lonely," she explained, "and with good cause. I say we just leave it to find an eviler evil." Her own words finally sank in on herself. "What is wrong with me? Are you contagious?" The maniac was still reluctant to depart "their new friend," so Kelly had to change his mind. "Well, then, I guess I'll just go and defeat the sultry demonesses by myself. I sure hope they aren't too strong, though, because they might try and overpower me and make me-"
"Less talkin', more demonessin'," shouted Greenborne, somehow nearly out of sight down the tunnel already when he was just behind Z'lupe not half a moment ago.
"You know, I was going to say," she expounded while trying to catch up, "that they would make me a sacrifice to their hellish lord. I don't know what you were thinking."
"Still worth it," he hollered back with an ever increasing pace.
"That is true," the voice confirmed. It then realized that it was alone and sobbed. "They were the only friends I ever had. Well, them and death zombie."
"Death zombie here," the self announced undead proclaimed, wrecking through the solid wall with ease, proof of the evil strength residing in its rotting flesh.
"Oh, great, sure, come after they leave," piped the voice. "Shame on you, death zombie. Shame!"
"Death zombie sorry," it squeaked as it retreated back through the hole it just made, stacking back the bricks.
