**Author Note**
Sorry if these chapters seem kinda short, I'm gonna try to keep with regular updates though.
Emerging from a roughly-hewn entrance in the wall and approaching a set of downward stairs, Tavros and Eydale ventured deeper into the cave system, discovering a massive and more detailed room, or perhaps a passageway; it was decorated with several pillars, painstakingly carved out of the cave (seemingly for decoration alone), also featuring a tiled floor...or maybe those were just marks carved into the floor as well. The natural walls also featured a number of mushrooms that shone on the bloody scene in front of them. A number of troll corpses lay on the ground, of various ages, the main distinction between them being the larger number of nude, slain children, in comparison to the larger, clothed adults.
Now, of course, the idea was for everyone to obtain a weapon upon exiting the room, but there was an issue with-
The voice cut out, and although Tavros had been used to the voice pestering him for a bit now, even this was unusual.
-and that's why you'll just have to scavenge what you can find off of this...mess.
"This...this is TERRIBLE!" Eydale shouted, tearing Tavros out of his train of thought. "Why would someone do this?! This is just like those visions! Are they trying to scare us on purpose?!"
Tavros was unable to voice a response, but nodded his head in agreement. This waste of lives was horrible, but he couldn't bring himself to shed a tear. It seemed to be...normal. Was this what those voices intended? To desensitize him to life on the surface? What even is on the surface that was so horrible that a slaughter needed to happen down here?
"But...who are 'they'? Are people watching us go through this, and if so...then why?" Tavros glanced at Eydale, his train of thought once again picking up speed. "The voice made it seem like this wasn't on purpose...but then why did it happen? Did these people rebel or something…?"
Hey you might want to pick up a weapon before that thing kills you.
"Wait...what?" Tavros accidentally spoke aloud, but Eydale seemed to not notice, and instead, was staring straight ahead in horror, as the room began to shake and a large beast made its presence in the room known.
The monstrosity was easily twice their own height, with two long flowing antenna and a mane above its canine face and piercing yellow eyes, its strong quadruped body featuring long claws and a number of scars, and while it didn't seem to be fully matured, it still posed quite a threat, fangs bared and ready to charge.
"I-is this what killed all those people?!" Eydale stammered, before swallowing hard and trying to look brave.
Tavros didn't have much time to answer before the beast ran at them, causing them to jump down the short flight of stairs in order to avoid the onslaught. In panic, they ran to opposite sides of the room, both running down the passageway. Remembering the voice's advice, Tavros quickly looked around the numerous troll corpses before finding a weapon; a large, almost unwieldy lance belonging to a fallen adult, with this, he wouldn't have to get too close to the beast.
"Can we seriously fight that thing?" Eydale shouted from across the room, seeing Tavros's intentions, "I mean if it did all that, what chance do we have?!"
"I-I don't know myself, but I have a feeling that we need to try!" Tavros answered, turning around to see the beast run at him.
Eydale, in panic, desperately searched the corpses, finding only a dagger. "It's better than nothing, I guess…" she muttered to herself, before looking up and seeing the beast freeze in place, stunned.
"Did you do that?" Tavros asked, seeing Eydale approach him. Shaking her head no, she looked up at the beast in wonder. If neither of them stopped it...then who?
Get your heads out of your asses and kill that thing before it can move again! A telepathic voice shouted to both of them, the source probably somewhere in the room.
Frightened at the idea of the beast being able to move again, Tavros charged with his lance, struggling to keep it held aloft so that the beast could be hit directly. The lance easily impaled the beast through the head, seeming to cause a major wound, but not quite killing it. The beast, now in quite a lot of pain, let out a loud roar, somewhat breaking free from its paralysis.
"It's not enough! Let me do it!" Eydale shouted, regaining her courage and climbing up the beast, and attempting to slit its throat. The beast bucked and struggled, however, and Eydale lost her grip on her weapon and nearly fell off, the dagger embedding itself in the ground.
Tavros, seeing the danger in letting this go on much longer, plucked the dagger out of the ground and handed it to Eydale, who then managed to stab the beast in it's neck, sliding the dagger through and finally killing it.
Walking out of a corner, approaching the terrified duo, was another troll child, this one clothed, however, and rubbing her head, as though she just went through a tremendous mental strain.
"It's about time you two killed that thing. Although I guess the others weren't able to, so that says something about you. My name's Vriska, and I'd like your help in getting out of this shit-hole."