CHAPTER 7

[MC] was dumped out of the portal with the others. Morgan caught him as they fell out of the sky. Clara and Jana landed in bundle of hay.

“Are you guys alright?” [MC] said as Morgan landed with him to Clara and Jana.

“Yeah, we are fine.” Replied Clara.

“Where the heck are we?” Jana questioned.

“I haven't got any idea.” [MC] replied.

The four of them grouped up as they began to look for a way back.

[MC] got a good look around at the surroundings. He found that they were on an island of some sorts. It was dark and menacing out as he looked more. Lightning flashed every now and then. In the center of the island stood a giant castle.

The group approached the sea. Clara senses told her that they wasn't water in there. Instead of splashing waves. The sea was black and gooey. Everyone approaches the shoreline and looked our. A flash of lightning revealed an never-ending graveyard of colossal bones stuck in the black stuff

“Why did it have to be this place.” [MC] muttered to himself.

He thought back to the time Simulation World decided to host a contest for weird and wacky ideas. He had chosen to create something so absurd it got him multiple achievements.

With a sigh [MC] looked back to the two sisters who were just starring in bewilderment of the endless bone yard.

“I know where we are, and before you start pointing fingers please hear me out.” [MC] was quick to get them up to speed with what he knew. They were now on the ilse of Count Flatula…

[MC] at first tried to use his modder skill to escape the island. He sadly kept getting an error message saying. Other forces were at work and no portals could open. Giving in he decided to head for the castle. He knew what there fate was getting there.

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The group walked in silence as [MC] had to explain who Count Flatula was. The being was a vampire who sucked the life force out of his victims when they farted.

Clara and Jana both broke out into tears rolling on the ground after hearing his story.

“Laugh all you want. The only way to get out of here is defeating count flatula. There is no food or water on this island to scavenge for. We are unfortunately going to have to have dinner with Count Flatula. Just let me do the planning.”

The group soon approached the main door to Count Flatula's castle. Clara was about to use the knocker when the door opened on its own. It creaked and groaned as it opened slowly.

“Welcome to my estate. I was hoping to have quests for dinner.” A voice spoke out in emptiness of the hallways. It had a thick transylvanian accent to it.

The four walked in as the doors slammed behind them. Another door down the long hallway opened up next.

“Please come and join me for dinner.”

[MC] knew not to refuse so he went ahead with Morgan in tow. Clara and Jana stared at him with bewilderment before they both agreed not too. [MC] was about to say they should join him., but before he could speak the dou was sucked into the floor. They screamed before disappearing.

“Such a pitty, I could have had more guests.”

[MC] knew they would be fine. He just wanted the extra help to beat Count Flatula. Now he had to figure out how he would beat him with just Morgan. He would have to redo his whole plan.

Morgan and [MC] reached the end of the hall

as they made there way into a dining hall. He was going to have to play this smart.

Count Flatula would serve them dinner. The food the vampire made was gaseous. The two were forcibly thrown into seats as they stepped into the dining area.

[MC] chose the most gassiest food he could get he had Morgan on standby with her auto heal as he began to rip one after another.

The next part of his plan had him enhance his body to make the gas more potent. His farts were getting so bad the ground waa beginning to shake.

Morgan for her part ate as little as gassy food as possible. [MC] told her which foods to eat as he waited for Count Flatula to fall asleep.

Half an hour of non stop gassing. Count Flatula had his fill as he passed out. The air was ripe with too much methane. This is what [MC] wanted.

Morgan was trying not to gag as she spoke up. “Master can you please pass me the pepper?”

“Sure, Morgan.” He replied with a grin as he tripped.

“Oops.” He said as the pepper flew hitting Morgan in the face. She inhaled a bunch by accident up her nose.

She was trying to hold a sneeze in. Unfortunately, as soon as she sneezed. She let out a jet of flame as the methane from all the farting ignited. The whole castle and isle were blown to smithereens in a giant mushroom cloud…