It's been five years. Five years since I came here, literally into the belly of the beast. Five years since we made our fatal mistake. Five years since our one chance of escape was plucked from our hands. There's no chance of us getting out of here. Alice, Aiden and I will forever remain stuck here, in the deepest depths of Dora.
After we vanquished the storyteller, we looked around the room that she was in, and found an infinite supply of food and water. The room even had a television. Unfortunately, the only programme that we could get was Dora the Explorer. So, that's how we spent our life. Day after day of watching the world outside us through a TV screen. Disturbingly, all of the programmes were live, so we could feel the movement every time Dora did something on the show. It was very unsettling.
One day - a day like any other - we were sitting inside the room, eating crackers. Dora was on her way to a party but, to the dismay of her five-year-old viewers, she had lost the present!
"I swear, if I have to hear her pretentious voice once more, I'm going to jump up and down and give her diarrhea," I moan, lying on the bed and rolling onto my back, gazing up at the gross stomach lining above.
"Don't be too harsh on her, Shannon. This is just an act. You've seen her when she's offstage," Alice responds, curling a strand of blonde hair around her finger. Five years and she still looks exactly the same. Her hair hasn't even grown.
"Guys, wait. Can you hear that?" Aiden cups his hand over his ear, beckoning with the other hand for us to listen. I turn off the TV, and when I do, my ears are met with a faint echo. It almost sounds like laughter. Sinister, insane laughter. Not like Dora's. This one sounds different, more masculine. More... eccentric. I wince as it grows louder, more rapid. The laughter cuts into my ears and rings in my brain. It's so lound, I feel my face start to fall off. I look over to see Alice doubled over on the floor, her hands on her ears and Aiden with his head against the wall.
I don't know what it was, but as the noise gradually fades, I hear a new noise, almost like someone checking a microphone. As Alice stands back up and Aiden removes his face from the wall, the noise changes again, to the sound of someone clearing their throat. Then, silence.
Hello, Shannon. Hello Alice. Hello Aiden. We've heard a lot about you three. We have so much planned for you, and you're not going to like it. Hold on to your butts; it's about to get poopy.
Author's note: Why? Why did you want a sequel? And why did you want POOP in the sequel?(you know who you are, Charlotte). You know what? I think I'm done with all of the Dora stomach. I just can't stomach it any more (ba dum TSSSS drum noise. Crappy applause at my crappy joke). It's time for a change of scenery.
~NotSparta
