Greenborne- Deeper in Doom
"So what horrible abomination do ya believe to lurk in this grim abode?" Greenborne addressed to his companion in reference to the seemingly living walls of bone and flesh. Before she had the chance to respond, the pair found their path blocked by a hulking, scaly man with fins on his head.
"A friendly abomination, I'd hope," Z'lupe prayed in vain.
"Don't fret," hissed the hellish beast. "I am quite friendly. But, I do have a slight problem where I... kill... people." Its squinty eyes could barely be seen darting about beneath its ripped bulk.
"Dun that make ya sorta unfriendly," the human fiend put to the inhuman fiend, "the killin' and all?"
"Wouldn't that make you unfriendly?" returned the creature. "I can smell the stench of blood on you."
"Hey now! Most o' that blood is m' own and- no, wait." The lunatic paused to count out some figures in his mind. "Yeah, by now, most o' what ya're smellin' is mine."
"Oh, well, then, that was rude of me to presume, I bid you farewell." In a small burst of smoke, the horrid monster had vanished.
"Just once," groaned Kelly as she rubbed her temples, "I would like something normal to happen." The smoke suddenly drifted back together as the abomination reappeared and took her hand.
"Oh, and it was nice meeting you." Just as it did before, the scaled beast departed.
"... so," started up Bimblesnaff, "would bizarrely polite acts from monstrous beings count as normal?" She shrugged indifferently.
"With the way things have been going," she hated to admit, "it was sadly more regular in comparison." The truth to her own statement finally came into realization. "... Ew. Um, anywise," she tried to steer the conversation into a slightly more pleasing direction, "where did you even learn of this dungeon from?" Opening his jacket, Greenborne pulled out a dusty tome and handed it to Z'lupe. "The Heart of Doom?" she read from the cover's cryptic lettering. "Huh. Where did you get this relic from?"
"Oh, ya know," dodged the maniac, "around."
"It says here," Kelly continued to read, now turned to the inside of the cover, "that the book is the property of the grand magi Pokry."
"Well, I never met 'em in m' life, fer sure-"
"And there's a bloody hand print on the binding," she butt in, "with only four fingers."
"I dun really see what this all has to do wit' me," he innocently proclaimed, placing a four fingered hand upon his chest. "Besides, Z, I always got someone's blood on m' hands. That dun mean a thin'. Ol' Pokry may be dead, beats me, but wunna by these hands... fer once. Some Ol' Fart gave me the book. Well, threw, more like it. Short crazy guy with bulging eyes. Mumbled some stuff as he ridded it, too. Just crazy banter, though."
"Did this babble of his include the words 'certain death', 'crazy to go', or 'I'm not stupid'?" the girl felt like inquiring.
"What? Ya were there, too?" She buried her face in her hands, wanting to cry.
"So did those pages offer any insight to this realm, other than it being a death trap?" she spoke up after holding back the urge to weep or slaughter.
"Nah, that's the gist o' it," the lunatic grunted. "All who enter will perish, no chance to survive, dun go to the area where it is, so on. That was the map I used to find here even," he, oddly, proudly stated.
"The thing only tells of the dangers surrounding this place," Z'lupe grumbled, "and you used it to find here?"
"Yep, I know," the Fiend continued to brag. "I am so smart. No one else was brave enough to come here and get the value plunder wit'in."
"But there is no treasure," the archer growled. "You already know that. Hell, the ominous presence that looms over this place told you such itself!"
"It is true," the voice spoke up for once in a long while.
"Spare me yer words of truth," dismissed Bimblesnaff. "Ya wun be sayin' such once I get ass deep in golden booty." Kelly stopped following for a moment.
"... Ew. Why is today so disgusting?"
"I dun get what ya think is so disgustin'," Greenborne voiced his thoughts, proving that they did, in fact, exist.
"Besides the fact that we're in bleeding walls," she pointed out, "which I mean literally, I might begin to see things your way; however, I... just got innards on my head, didn't I?" Peering over at the globule that fell from the ceiling slowly dripping over Z'lupe's cranium, his eyes bulged as it began to squirm of its own will.
"Yes, just some randomly fallin' organs, nothin' more than that," the lunatic lied away, trying to rise over the mixed urges of panic and laughter that might give away the potentially dangerous and humorous situation. Before he could decide just how to react, he was thwacked on the noggin. "Hey, what was that fer?"
"It's biting my hair," she informed, peeling the slimy something off her scalp, "and I know you knew something about. Jerk."
"Ya dun know that I know anythin'," stated Bimblesnaff confidently.
"Normally, I would agree with you on that one." Lobbing the flesh bag at the maniac's head, she continued on their way, enjoying the girlish screams incited behind herself.
