Here is me, and me as in grumpy, irritated, that-guy-who-sits-alone-in-the-corner-of-the-best-party-guy.
There's no action, no adventure, just dramatic talking and bickering and bantering and blah blah blah.
Nothing was interesting, until it went all the way back to them.
They oh so desperately want out, and I oh so desperately want them free as well.
And now, here I am, in front of them and quivering. In one hand, I have dynamite and a match, in the other, I have a dusty chainsaw.
Both options looked practically the same to me, either I blow up the bars quickly or chainsaw the suckers off.
So, what did I choose? That's right, one thousand eight hundred and sixty year old dynamite.
"Stand back," I told them, and they did stand back, but more in fear than anything.
I had set the dynamite from the first bar to the last, basically like some kind of ant line of dynamite.
What was there else to do? Oh yeah, light the first one and watch them blow.
I remember when I was alive that I played that one game a lot.
What was that called again? "Minced raft?" I questioned to myself, as I managed to lit the match.
I tossed the match onto the dynamite, and moved the fuck out of there.
I crouched my with my tail near where I had first entered, and watched the thing blow.
It was unsafe, yeah, but it was fun to watch.
"Free! Free yo- what the-hOLY SHIT!" I screeched at the top of my lungs, as each of those skeleton like bodies turned into black, blacker than oil, blacker than shadows, and seemed to have melted into goop or slime.
It was ultimately horrific, as some-if not,most- of that goop chased towards me in a charge.
Now here is me, floating for my life, only to find myself being stopped by a gang of ghosts.
A gang of ghosts I hate.
A gang of ghosts I've grown to partially like and love one of their members who were present at that time.
Yeah, the purple,green,blue,red and piss coloured ghosts.
"What the shit are you doing?!" Shouted Amber in an alarmed state.
"Oh my god, you look like a miner! Mine mine mine mine mine." Laughed Jacks.
"..." grunted Dracks with no other kind of words or sound or actual english.
"Jesus what happened dude?" Blinked the piss-ass.
"What is going on, Peter?" Questioned Teresa, who was as equally as alarmed as Amber.
"W-well there's a p-problem dow-down in the base-basement..?" Fuck, I exposed my secret accidentally.
"You went down there?!" I swear to god, satan, zeus, hades, Jesus and every other god plus Jesus out there that they all exclaimed those same words in almost practiced unison.
I held myself from laughter since they had also looked at each other in bewilderment.
"W-why'd you go down there?" Awkwardly chortled Matthew, visibly uncomfortable or worriedly looking at Teresa.
"Yeah! Tell us our we'll pulverise you!" Jacks threatened, in which his brother quirked a brow at his brother's sudden use of vocabulary probably.
"Well...I-" I was cut off by another voice that joined in.
"YEAH! WE'LL BEAT YOU INTO OBLIVION! WE'LL POP YOU LIKE A BALLOON!" Claimed Amber in a fit of gruesome laughing that some would compare it to a bear's growl.
"Settle down, settle down." Teresa was, of course, perfectly calm as ever, unlike me who was having a childish tantrum as they kept encouraging each other to threaten me further.
Sooner or later, they started chanting meaningless insults and death threats at me, at least the three of whom who probably were angry at me.
Maybe Dracks was angry? Who knows, Dracks rarely shows much of interest.
"Oh my goodness! What are you? Barbarians?!" Teresa had her hand brushing over her messy hair, her eyebrows furrowing at the bunch as well with her lips in a tight line.
Only two of them looked at Amber accusingly.
"You fucking idiots..." I facepalmed my other hand clutching itself into a fist.
"If individually , we were to give anamnesis to previous unfortunate complications," began Dracks, who had suddenly just started talking."It be more supplementary of a purpose to actually confess our sinful transgressions at this chronology."
Idly, we all stared at him like he was some crazy lunatic. What could have we had said? We were all chocked because of it!
"Well? Shall we commence or no?" His eyes were blank, yet keen and observant from what I could say. He was short, to the extent he was an inch shorter than his own twin, whom Jacks was about five foot three.
"Okay so apparently when he talks everyone is like, oh your majesty, please go on~ BUT when I say it, you're all like, oh-my-fucking-Jesus-on-a-cracker, shut the hell up!" Offendedly accused Jacks, who probably was overly jealous of his brother.
"That's because you talk all the time," reasoned Matthew.
"WELL OF COURSE 'CAU-" "Can we please get to the task at hand,thank you?" Interrupted Dracks, eyeing his brother like a serpent eyeing its prey.
Jacks grumbled, as he floated away from the group, with nobody following.
"Repeating the question, what were you specifically doing in the basement." Teresa visually shook off whatever effect Dracks had set upon them.
"Looking.Am I not allowed to walk freely!?" I rolled my eyes, as I crossed my arms over each other.
"Well uh-we got no legs-"Matthew." Calmly addressed Dracks, eyeing him with the same look that he had given his own brother.
"Sorry, sorry. I was making a point." Mumbled Matthew, as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"It's okay. Please tell us, Peter." Warmly smiled Teresa.
"W-well...I-" Before I could even finish my response, a loud roar seemed to have rang through.
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Seeing Through Lies/DISCONTINUED/
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