Somewhere in the dark and nasty regions, where nobody goes,stands an
ancient castle. Deep within this dank and uninviting place lives Burk. Over
worked servant of the thing upstairs. But that's nothing compared to the
horrors that lurk beneath the trapdoor. For there's always something down
there, in the dark... waiting to come out...
I
"BERK! WHERES MY BREAKFAST?"
The yell from the Thing upstairs woke Berk out of his sleep, as well as making the window panes in the ancient castle rattle. Berk opened one eye, checking the world for anything creepy crawly, slimy or dangerous because if there was he was going back to sleep.
"BERK!"
"Coming, your blubberbagness," Berk said, though only the first part of his reply was loud enough to be heard by the Thing. He rolled to his feet and looked at Boni, a solitary skull still snoozing on the ground, holding up a shelf of books. "Oo better not wake him," Berk muttered to himself, "This place is a big enough mess as it is." He grabbed one of the cookbooks off the shelf that Boni was holding up, then turned around and knocked Boni with his foot, knocking him out from under the shelf and making the rest of the books fall down around him. "Oh globbits!"
"BERK! FEED ME!"
Berk muttered something to Boni about being in a hurry then left the room quickly. From the pile of books came a small voice. "Oh dont worry about me Berk, feed the Thing. Perfectly all right." Boni sighed, and drawn by the clutter as he always was, Drutt scuttled into the room. "Oh hello Drutt," he said grinning. Not that he had a choice. Drutt squeaked happily, dropping something from his mouth onto the pile of books. "Drutt, what on earth was that thing? Oh! It's all slimy Drutt, get it off! Oh dear..."
Meanwhile Berk was in the kitchen, apron around his waist and a frying pan in his hand. "Sizzling bubotubers for the old fattage, should enjoy that eh," he said to Drutt, who had scuttled back from Berks den. Berk flipped the tubers into a pool of orange goo and then slid it all onto a massive blue plate. "Now stay out of the way Drutt, I have to take this up to the Thing."
Drutt squeaked softly, then scuttled back to where Boni lay covered in slime from the massize red worm that had been dropped on him by Berks lovable pet. The slime had eaten through the books and Boni lay on the ground moaning. "Thank you for that Drutt, I imagine I would be in a lot of pain if I werent already dead. Where is Berk anyway, he said he'd come help me."
Drutt looked up, and Bony wiggled on the floor a bit, which could be taken as a horizontal nod. "Ah, of course. Pressing duties of course, I'm sure he would have come back for me any minute now. He's quite fond of me after all."
"OK you moaning bone, what's the problem now?" Berk asked as he walked back into the room. He lifted Boni and set him upright, looked at the shelf then realised the books that were on it had all dissolved. Then he saw the large red worm. "Cor! His fatness would have loved that, too bad we cant keep it here, they stink even worse than the windbag up there," he said, pointing to the ceiling. "Oh well, s'pose it'll have to go in."
"Berk," Boni interupted, "Dont tell me you're going to open it again?"
"Well where else'm I going to put him? He'll have to go into the trapdoor."
I
"BERK! WHERES MY BREAKFAST?"
The yell from the Thing upstairs woke Berk out of his sleep, as well as making the window panes in the ancient castle rattle. Berk opened one eye, checking the world for anything creepy crawly, slimy or dangerous because if there was he was going back to sleep.
"BERK!"
"Coming, your blubberbagness," Berk said, though only the first part of his reply was loud enough to be heard by the Thing. He rolled to his feet and looked at Boni, a solitary skull still snoozing on the ground, holding up a shelf of books. "Oo better not wake him," Berk muttered to himself, "This place is a big enough mess as it is." He grabbed one of the cookbooks off the shelf that Boni was holding up, then turned around and knocked Boni with his foot, knocking him out from under the shelf and making the rest of the books fall down around him. "Oh globbits!"
"BERK! FEED ME!"
Berk muttered something to Boni about being in a hurry then left the room quickly. From the pile of books came a small voice. "Oh dont worry about me Berk, feed the Thing. Perfectly all right." Boni sighed, and drawn by the clutter as he always was, Drutt scuttled into the room. "Oh hello Drutt," he said grinning. Not that he had a choice. Drutt squeaked happily, dropping something from his mouth onto the pile of books. "Drutt, what on earth was that thing? Oh! It's all slimy Drutt, get it off! Oh dear..."
Meanwhile Berk was in the kitchen, apron around his waist and a frying pan in his hand. "Sizzling bubotubers for the old fattage, should enjoy that eh," he said to Drutt, who had scuttled back from Berks den. Berk flipped the tubers into a pool of orange goo and then slid it all onto a massive blue plate. "Now stay out of the way Drutt, I have to take this up to the Thing."
Drutt squeaked softly, then scuttled back to where Boni lay covered in slime from the massize red worm that had been dropped on him by Berks lovable pet. The slime had eaten through the books and Boni lay on the ground moaning. "Thank you for that Drutt, I imagine I would be in a lot of pain if I werent already dead. Where is Berk anyway, he said he'd come help me."
Drutt looked up, and Bony wiggled on the floor a bit, which could be taken as a horizontal nod. "Ah, of course. Pressing duties of course, I'm sure he would have come back for me any minute now. He's quite fond of me after all."
"OK you moaning bone, what's the problem now?" Berk asked as he walked back into the room. He lifted Boni and set him upright, looked at the shelf then realised the books that were on it had all dissolved. Then he saw the large red worm. "Cor! His fatness would have loved that, too bad we cant keep it here, they stink even worse than the windbag up there," he said, pointing to the ceiling. "Oh well, s'pose it'll have to go in."
"Berk," Boni interupted, "Dont tell me you're going to open it again?"
"Well where else'm I going to put him? He'll have to go into the trapdoor."