~A Final Choice~ (Skephalo)

Chapter 19: A Cavern of Souls

~Skeppy's pov~

Bad grabbed my wrist and basically started dragging me along.

Even with the added speed, I struggled to stay on my feet as he rushed towards the cave.

He half lead, half pulled me through another maze of dark corridors, the air increasingly becoming colder, to the point of it almost becoming frigid.

For the average temperature of around two-three hundred, this insane drop made me shiver slightly. 

How could it get so cold in here when the outside is being burnt alive?

The tunnel grew darker and darker as we progressed, to the point where Bad had to instruct me to lift my feet so that I wouldn't trip and fall.

Spoiler alert; I still tripped over quite a few loose stones.

It had grown to the point of only being able to faintly being able to see the sleeve of my white tunic. I don't think I've ever been in a place this dark.

Another thing I realize as I am guided along, is that if Bad wasn't holding on to me, I would be virtually unable to see him, his dark figure blends perfectly into the shadows.

I'd also be seriously lost, but that's besides the point. I can't even see Bad's hand, even though I know where it is.

"Hey Bad..?" 

Bad seems to stop dead in his tracks at the sound of my voice. As I slowly look up, trying to pinpoint where his head may be in the darkness, he snaps both his head and his gaze to me.

"Jesus Christ!" I gasp as I stumble back, almost tripping over my own foot in the process.

Both of Bad's pure white eyes were glowing. Against his entirely shadowy body, it seemed like there was only a pair of eyes where he stood, staring directly down at me. It was so fucking terrifying.

"Yeah?" He asked, in his usual, cheerful voice.

"I was going to ask if we were almost there... before you gave my a fucking heart attack..." I say, as I try to calm myself down.

"Aye! Langauge!" Bad shouted, his voice echoing off the cave walls. "Also, yes, we are almost there. Why?"

"Oh, maybe it's because I can't see!" I answer in a mocking voice. Honestly, he's so scary sometimes, and for what? He can't even comprehend the simplest things I ask him, sometimes.

I feel Bad's hand reconnect with my wrist, and he began to lead me again, ignoring my previous comment. I may feel a little bit guilty for yelling at him...

He leads me around a few more corners, at some points warning me that the floor may be slick. How is there even ice here to begin with? Has his tunnel really descended far enough downwards for it to be cold enough to freeze?

Apparently.

The hall grew slightly brighter as we continued straight forward. At the end of the hall, I could just barely make out the shape of an archway... leading to a room full of... shelves lined with glass jars and ice?

As strange of a sight as it seemed, Bad lead me into the now dimly lit room.

"Alright, are you ready to begin the chore?"

I looked up to him as he asked me the question. I grin as I nodded, even though he probably couldn't tell.

"Okay, you little muffintop. This may be a bit like potion making, where I'm not sure how much you can actually help, but you're welcome to stand by and watch. Just promise not to freak out."