Chip and Ron walked side by side through the shadowy corridors of the abandoned hotel, their footsteps echoing off the walls as they conversed in hushed tones. Chip couldn't help but feel a sense of unease around Ron, his sassy demeanor and mysterious appearance leaving him on edge.
"So, how did you end up here, Ron?" Chip asked, trying to break the tension.
Ron shrugged nonchalantly. "Got sucked into a beepbop game. Don't ask for details, 'cause I ain't sharin'."
Chip's brow furrowed as he mulled over Ron's cryptic explanation, his mind racing with unanswered questions. But before he could press for more information, Ron turned the conversation back to Chip.
"What about you, shorty? How'd you end up in this mess?" Ron asked, his folder head cocked to the side in curiosity.
Chip hesitated, unsure whether he could trust Ron with the truth. But as the memory of his frantic escape from the CEO of Rockstar Games flooded back to him, he knew he had no choice but to come clean.
"I was trying to open a door for my friend, Dale," Chip confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "We were being chased by someone, and I fell through a trapdoor into this place. Now I'm worried about Dale."
Ron's expression softened, a flicker of sympathy crossing his folder face. "Sounds rough, kid. What does this Dale guy look like?"
Chip hesitated for a moment, torn between his distrust of Ron and his desperation to find Dale. After a moment's hesitation, he relented.
"He's a tall Shiba Inu with a blue collar and green eyes," Chip replied reluctantly.
Ron nodded thoughtfully. "I think I saw someone like that at a door labeled 50. I know a shortcut that can get us there faster."
Chip's eyes widened in surprise. "You do? How?"
Ron grinned mischievously. "Trade secret, shorty. But if you want to find your friend, follow me."
Despite his lingering suspicions, Chip knew he had no other choice. With a reluctant nod, he followed Ron deeper into the bowels of the abandoned hotel, hoping against hope that they would find Dale before it was too late.
