AN: You can thank FishSlayer for this shit.
Lautrec strolled down the ungodly large statue riddled hallway of the Undead crypt. Needless to say, he was confused. Why was he here? What was this place? And what's that white door at the end of the hall...
He stopped for a moment to take inventory over what little belongings he had. He had seen this kind of door before when he assited that Chosen Fool in defeating the gluttonous monstrosity in the 'Depths'.
He had assumed the reason he was here was actually because of that fool. He had jumped down that odd stone hole in the floor at the shrine, a few hours later there was a bright flash, and suddenly he had woken up here!
'No matter' The golden knight thought. 'Fena shall guide me.'
He looked over his weapons.
Shotel? Check.
Parrying Dagger? Check
Aaaaaaand that's all.
He placed his hand on the fog and pushed through. He was met with a peculiar sight.
Sitting on the floor was an absolute giant of a man with a gargantuan hammer wearing golden armor. The man then stood up and looked over to Lautrec, ringing the bell at the end of the hammer in the process.
Lautrec drew his own weapons in response...
But was cut short when the man had already charged him, and flattend him with the hammer in the process.
"Where's your Fena now bitch?"
Velstadt grunted as he lifted his hammer back up, shook of the gorey bits of his adversary, and walked back to where he was sitting.
At the Undead Ditch bonfire...
"WHAT IN THE FUCKEDY DO-DA WAS THAT?!"