George woke up abruptly in the middle of the night, gasping as he did. He was sweating, from head to torso. He looked everywhere, and seeing that Grim was still asleep, he sighed.
He had a nightmare, a bad one. For a few minutes, he was in a sitting position, sitting on the floor as the bed was occupied by Grim. He took a breath in before holding it and breathing out. He did so a few more times before being calm again.
He felt dejected at himself, he felt guilty for killing the Wood Grove. Though it was trying to kill him and Rackshit, he was still guilty. It was also the first time he killed.
'I killed it...I...killed...' George was taken aback by his thoughts, remembering a trauma he once had. His breathing spiked as he started doing quick breaths. 'Help me, help me...'
'C-calm down George...everything's all right...' George comforted himself.
'I...I killed...' George thought again. 'I...I became more dangerous than...than...him'
George proceeded to disassociate himself for the whole night.
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Grim woke up brightly, feeling energetic. That wasn't the case for George though. When Grim looked at the floor where George was, he saw him in a sitting position and wide awake.
He didn't look good. He looked exhausted. Grim could tell something was wrong with him. He also noticed that his knuckles were bruised as well as his face.
"What happened?" Grim asked, concerned and worried for George. That seemed to snap George out of a trance because he slightly jumped before turning to Grim.
"Nothing..." George answered, tired. "I'm just...you know...not feeling good at all because yesterday...yesterday..."
George stopped. He looked like he wanted to say something but at the same time, he couldn't.
"You killed a goblin yesterday?" Grim asked, connecting the points.
"Y-yeah, it was...a challenge." George answered, smiling weakly. "But, I ki-dispatched it."
Grim was confused. He stopped himself as he was about to say kill and said another word correlating to it.
"Okay..." Grim said as he got out of bed and went to the sack of bread that was at the corner of the room.
The two then ate breakfast with none of them being able to start another conversation.
After that, the two then teleported to the gate where they were supposed to meet Catherine. They waited for a few hours with George dozing off and suddenly waking up just a second after. That happened more than what both of them hoped for.
When they met with Catherine, she told them that they were going somewhere farther than usual. Of course, she had the wagon with her. George and Grim went in the wagon, ready for the journey.
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"You want me to do what?" George asked tiredly, wiping his eyes. The three were on a grassy plain. To their right was a cave, nothing else. The cave had a stone gate that sealed the whole entrance of it.
"I want you to go inside the dungeon." Catherine said, pointing to the cave. "That dungeon right there is known as the Elder Dungeon. It has existed for more than two thousand years and is used by adventurers for loot and experience."
"How many floors are there?" George asked.
"Well, we know that it has 100 floors but we don't know if there are more because most usually don't make it past floor 80." Catherine explained. "I'm not asking you to do it though. Only venture into floors 1 and 2. It can give you a good experience in fighting close quarters combat and being on guard at all times."
"O...kay..." George said worried, worried that he might have to kill again. "Any monsters inside that I might have to worry about?"
"Yeah, spiders and goblins are mostly located on the ten floors. But other than that, nothing else." Catherine stated. "So, you'll be able to do it."
George nodded, prepared to go inside the dungeon. First, he grabbed his sword and mentally prepared himself for the journey. After that, he proceeded to open the gate.
The gate looked rusty, it had weird symbols on the surface. Using his force, George pushed the gate open. Ever so slightly it moved and once it was large enough for George, he pressed forward, venturing the depths of the floor.
Now inside, George saw that it was a small room with stairs on the far end of the corner. Using the stairs, he noticed that there were already torches lit on the walls. The walls were chiseled and cracked stone. The floor was the same.
When he finished descending, there was a doorway leading to a bigger space. When he went past the doorway, he saw a long hallway separating into two different paths, left and right.
George's steps were wobbly. Not because of his nervousness, but because of his sleepiness.
And in his sleepiness, he didn't notice the pressure plate he stepped on. And due to his sleepiness, after that, he tripped on something.
"Ahhh!" George screamed as he fell, landing face first into the ground and dropping his sword in the process.
That was able to save him as holes appeared on the right side of the wall. It was high enough to be head level. Arrows then fired out of them, constantly shooting for five consecutive seconds before stopping. The holes then disappeared.
George painfully got back up on his legs. He went to grab his sword but noticed that it was farther away from him so, he walked towards it.
Once in front of it, he went to bend down and grab it, not noticing that he stepped on another pressure plate. Three big holes appeared on the right side of the wall. Two of the holes were high enough to be on a head level, they were also spaced out by at least a few centimeters. The other was high enough to be on chest level. They were right beside George.
Suddenly, a huge spike came out of the lower hole. Completely missed George as he bent down. The spike then retracted back slowly. Once George grabbed his sword, he retracted his body.
"Damn, my back hurts." George said as he went and stretched his back, completely moving his body backward and dodging one of the spikes that came out of the hole that was aimed at his head. The spike then slowly retracted again. After that, he then continued walking forward, dodging the last spike that came to attack him.
What he didn't notice was that there was a huge spider the size of a bag that was stalking him. The spider was on the ceiling and slowly crept to George who was oblivious. It's been stalking him for a while now with no second thought of letting him get away.
When it saw George trip on something and fall again, it decided that it was time to attack. So, it jumped towards a vulnerable George...
but what it didn't know was that George was the protagonist of this story and that means that he can't die.
-"Why did you say that?" Mark asked me.
"Ah, Shit."-
Anyways, it didn't notice the walls moving and shifting, revealing holes. Suddenly, bursts of flames exited the holes, roasting and burning them alive. Once the flames died down, there was nothing left of the spider. But George being George, didn't notice it and was still on the ground. Completely evading the death trap.
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George then got up and grabbed his sword again. His tiredness made his footsteps weaker and unstable. Once he arrived at the end of the long hallway, he decided to take a break. He sat down and laid his back on the wall.
He didn't see the goblins that were in the two hallways after the first one. There were two in each of them, and when they saw George taking a rest, they immediately ran to him. George was finally asleep, limping to the ground. With that, when the goblins were nearing him, a huge chunk of the ceiling dropped on the goblins who were nearing the intersection. The huge chunks completely blocked the two hallways. Another huge chunk of the ceiling then dropped, completely blocking off any means of escape.
The enclosed area where George was sleeping started to descend slowly. It was like an elevator except scarier and deadlier.
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"Go Fish!" Someone shouted.
"What? Why did you say that? This is Poker." A calmer voice said.
"Fuck this." A raspy voice said.
"Oh come on, Jirett, you picked this game. Stop being confused!" The calm voice shouted.
George woke up to the voices, he immediately looked at his surroundings to see that there was only one way out, which was in front of him. From there, a long and small hallway was present, and after that was a larger room where the voices were.
Slowly, he stood up and got his sword. Then, he walked toward them.
"Why did we even play this game?!" A voice said. "We should've played strip bingo."
"Yeah..." Another said.
When he reached the exit of the hallway, he saw three large beings sitting down in large chairs with a large square table in front of them. One of them was a huge armored being about 15 meters tall. Its armor was studded, shiny, and looked expensive. The armor was huge and the sword behind it was bigger.
George looked at the head area and saw a small skeleton skull looking down on the table. He noticed that it was holding cards with its huge metal glove.
He looked to the left and saw another armored being with rusty armor and the same height as the skeleton. Though, it had its helmet on which suited the menacing aura coming from its height and armor. Red eyes looked over the table. The chest seemed to be open like a cabinet door.
The last one was not tall at all, instead, it was short and at around 5'6 height. It looked skinny and slender, its eyes were like that of aliens in the media. Its skin was pitch white and very contrasting with the background. It was sitting on the table and holding cards.
To say that the sight was scary was an understatement. George was petrified with horror and dread. The sight made him freeze in place. Like an ant in a group of anteaters. Like a weeb with a katana in a group of Space Marines from Warhammer. Like a submissive gay person having sex with a dominant gay person. They all felt weak in front of them.
George dropped his sword, making a large sound. That seemed to capture the three's attention, all going silent and looking at George who was just standing there.
"...Who are you?" The Skeleton asked curiously with a seemingly British accent. His voice was gentle and calming. "Did someone enter the secret elevator?"
"I don't know." The knight said, unconcerned. The voice seemed to be from the chest area.
"Fuck him." Jirett, the short one with the raspy voice, said.
"Jirett...why are you always like this in front of people?" The skeleton asked, looking at Jirett.
"Fuck you." Jirett replied.
"C'mon." The skeleton said, annoyed. The skeleton then farted a loud one. It was both smelly and loud as the other two smelled it.
"Brandon, Come on!" The knight shouted because of the fart.
"It's not my fault! You made that dish Terzt! You Fucking Made That Dish!" Brandon shouted, mad at the knight who was now known as, Terzt.
"You barely ate it! Plus! You're a skeleton!" Terzt shouted back in anger.
"Oh, blame it on my species don't ya! No matter what creature eats your dish, they will always puke it out in disgust and contract diarrhea!" Brandon countered.
"Fuck that guy." Jirett said, pointing to the still frozen George.
"Let him try? I don't think he might survive it." Brandon's tone changed from angry to calm and concerned.
"Just let him try it. He'll be the judge since Jirett and you have trash taste." Terzt replied.
"Fuck you." Both Jirett and Brandon said in unison. Brandon then stood up to pick George up and put him on the table. On the way, George snapped back to reality and noticed he was in the air.
"Woah! Woah! What the hell is going on!?" George shouted in shock.
"The names Brandon, and we need you to taste something for us." Brandon replied, putting him on the table and sitting back down.
"What do you mean, taste something?" George asked.
"Fucker." Jirett muttered.
"Pussy, am I right?" Brandon said to Jirett before chuckling. Jirett then did the same.
"Okay, human, here's the dish you need to taste." A person exited the chest area of the knight, revealing a 5'5 person. He had curly and messy hair, a slender body that was covered by clothes, and he had a normal voice, not like that of a huge knight. He looked somewhat like Grim.
He was carrying a plate filled with sandwiches.
"Here." Terzt gave him the plate of sandwiches. "Tell us what does it taste like."
His tone of voice seemed dominant and ordering.
George got the plate and took one of the sandwiches. He looked at it first and it did not look good to eat.
Suddenly, he sneezed lightly. After that, he took a bite. One small bite. An itsy-bitsy bite.
And oh, it was terrible.
George's face turned angry as he dropped the plate and the sandwich he was holding. Brandon and Jirett were shocked by his actions.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DISH!? DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL ME?!" George shouted with his British accent. Terzt was in shock and could not answer. George took this advantage to continue. "THAT'S RIGHT YOU'RE NOT FIT TO EVEN TALK! HELL, YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO LIVE BECAUSE OF THE DISH YOU MADE! YOU STRANGER! ARE A MENACE TO SOCIETY! AND YOUR DISH IS A FUCKING AVENGERS-LEVEL THREAT!"
"What's an Avengers?" Brandon silently asked Jirett.
"Fuck." He replied.
"YOUR DISH DESERVES TO GO TO HELL AND I DON'T EVEN THINK SATAN WOULD WANT YOUR DISH!" George continued to berate him. "NOT EVEN GOD CAN PURIFY YOUR DISH! NOT EVEN THE WORLD CAN FATHOM ONE BITE OF YOUR SANDWICH! AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A COOK!?!?"
Terzt curled up and cried as he was being berated by George. Brandon and Jirett felt bad in a way.
"Please stop..." Terzt muttered but that didn't stop George. He then turned to Brandon and Jirett to ask for help. "Stop him..."
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After about five minutes, the two were able to stop George from further berating Terzt who was on the ground, crying and in mental pain.
"Imnotafailureimnotafailureimnotadisappointment" Terzt quickly muttered some words but the rest were incoherent.
"Sorry guys. I got too into the review of the dish." George said, panting. He looked at Terzt who was still curled up and crying. He felt guilt and disappointment.
"Yeah...that was a lot of insults." Brandon replied.
"Fuck you." Jirett said to George.
"What did he say?" George asked curiously. Brandon himself was shocked.
"Well um...what he said was...he says that he wants you to xxxxxxxx xxx xxx xxxx xxx xxxxxxxxxxx" Brandon answered.
"Oh...wow..." George was flabbergasted at what he said. "He...he really said that?"
Brandon nodded.
"Well, thanks to him, we might move the age rating from PG-13 to R-16." Brandon said.
"What?" George asked.
"Thankfully, the laugh track's gone." Brandon said, smiling.
"Fuck yeah." Jirett agreed with Brandon.
"Excuse me...what laugh track?!" George shouted.
"Oh uh, we're in a sitcom." Brandon explained.
"We?" George raised an eyebrow, he was confused.
"Yeah, we're being filmed right now." Brandon answered, he pointed to a small door. "The guys filming us are in there."
"Can you stop breaking the fourth wall?" A voice was heard in the room.
"Oop! Sorry chief!" Brandon apologized, looking up at the ceiling.
"Thank you." The voice disappeared. Now George was really confused.
"Fuck." Jirett went to George. He was shaking him around. "Fuck me!"
"What!? No!" George shouted as he became dizzy. "What are you even saying?!"
"Oh, he's speaking Jaxonite." Terzt stopped crying and replied to George.
"Jaxonite?? Sounds a lot like Samuel L. Jackson." George replied as Jirett stopped shaking George and went to the corner of the table to sulk.
"You know Samson L. Jackson?!" Brandon asked, surprised. George raised an eyebrow. "Samson L. Jackson was Jirett's lord. Jirett was an assassin from old times when the Jaxonite Empire still existed. Samson L. Jackson was a foul-mouthed man and due to his stubbornness, made a language when all others said he couldn't."
"Wow..." George said, astonished at the little piece of history. "Ah, shit. I forgot!"
"Forgot what?" Terzt asked. Suddenly, the ceiling shook and a small piece of it fell to the ground. A person then jumped from the hole now on the ceiling. It was Grim.
"WOOOHOOOO" A crowd cheered in applause.
"Aaaahhh!" Brandon shouted, covering his non-existent ears. "The guest appearance soundtrack!"
Terzt and George proceeded to cover their ears while Jirett and Grim just stood. Once the soundtrack stopped, the three stopped covering their ears.
"Oh, Grim. Sup." Terzt nonchalantly said as he looked to see the intruder.
"Oh, Terzt." Grim replied bluntly.
"You here for another threesome??" He shouted.
"No! We kinda...broke up..." Grim shouted back. "Anyway, I need George!"
"He your new boyfriend!?" Terzt asked.
"Hell No! Still single...and before you ask, no, I'm not making you my new boyfriend." Grim shouted.
"Awww," Terzt said sadly. "Oh well, you can take your sadistic boyfriend away from here now."
"I told you! He! Is not my boyfriend!" Grim shouted as he jumped to the table where George was. "We need to go, Catherine's calling you."
"Oh shit." George muttered before talking to Grim. "Teleport us."
The two then teleported somewhere away from the dungeon, leaving the three alone.
"Visitors...I wish we had more of them." Brandon said, staring at the now empty table. Suddenly, a piece of the wall broke, and something shot out of it. The something was now on the ground. And that something was two people, one male, and another female.
"Ayo, you guys having xxxxxxxx xxx?" Brandon asked.
"What?!" Both shouted. The two of them had a demonic voice, though one was more feminine while the other was manly. "No!"
"Envy was hogging the bathroom!" The male one shouted. They both also had the same-looking studded armor but the female one was slimmer.
"Well, you were hogging the bathroom yesterday Pride!" Envy shouted back.
"I fucking hate you." Pride said.
"Likewise." Envy retorted.
"Fuckers." Jirett said, laughing.
"Oh shut up!" Both Pride and Envy replied.