"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
"Done?"
"Huh? I'm not dead?"
"That's the idea."
"Where are we?"
"In the 'ravine'."
"How did you highlight the word ravine?"
"I get bored after an eternity. I pick up new skills."
"You are insane."
"I know."
"You knew about this ravine having a depth if about...one meter?"
"Sort of. I theorized that if the stone I threw hit the ground rather early, so would I."
"So why is it so dark?"
"The whole thing is coated in a substance that absorbs light extremely well. We can't be seen in the ravine."
"That rhymes."
"I love how you scream one minute and criticize me the next."
"What do you mean the next? Why waste time?"
"Now we formulate a plan. I think I got one."
"Let's hear it. It better not involve using me as bait."
"Then we'll have to use Plan G."
"You had six plans where I was bait?"
"Have. The substance we're taking refuge in is a fungus known as duskliner. It's always so hungry, it has evolved the ability to slowly digest almost anything."
"Even us?"
"Even us."
"Even the ghosts?"
"Most possibly. But there's no guarantee that they'll stick around and wait to be digested, so we need to force them into the fungus and seal them."
"Seal them? Can you do that?"
"I'm out of practice. Never needed to exorcise anybody for a decade. You're gonna have to be bait."
"Wait, I thought we were going with Plan G?"
"It'll have to do. Come on."
"Wait..."
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Before The Fall (origins)
FantasyTwo boys. One in size and one at heart. One hell of a childhood. Note: If you want, skip to the chapter labelled Fishing. That's a good a place to start as any. But if you don't mind boringly vague exposition, go ahead and start from the beginni...
