Right you should know the drill by now, insert standard disclaimer here; I don't own any rights to DK DK2 or if it actually comes out (please god may this game be created soon) DK3, .Blame/ praise bullfrog for the game.

They created the games; and these characters invaded my brain. I'm thinking of charging them rent since their not inclined to leave just yet. The ramblings below are produced through my strange imagination, playing DK way to much and excessive coffee consumption. I have never made any money off this and never will.

Updates may be few and far between, and chapter lengths will vary between drabble and god knows what. You have been warned .Reviews are voluntary but very much appreciated thank you.

I'll continue just adding chapters, you may have noticed I condensed chapters 1-3 into chapter 1 .If I ever finish this I'll put the whole lot into one (very long) chapter.Enjoy.I'll try to update chapters three and four by Saturday should be about another three thousand words if I ever stop messing on with it and update.

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The dust choked his lungs of breath, the urge to sleep and crept up so gradually it took all of his energy to propel himself along the wall as he groped along the stone walls. Seeking finger holds in the ancient carvings, his head drooped as his companion kept up the chatter. He no longer wanted to respond but was rewarded with a sharp reminder of the pain he felt every time he dared to stop. Shaking the masses of cobwebs from his hands, he searched for anything long having run out of ideas while he head continued to feel as though it had been stuffed with wool. Whatever this place was, it hadn't been occupied in some time.

"bout , hum… 365, carry the ones .Ten thousand years , give a decade or four."

"Ten thousand years!" The length of time was unimaginable, nothing had been here that long.

"Well I'd like to see you work it out better" The voice had remained petulant ever since he had abandoned the heavy sword, "so what are we going to defend our selves with now" the snide tone was infuriating , as if it was trying to goad him into an argument.

"That's not what I meant, ten thousand years, I saw some of the records at the palace they only went back a few hundred years." He felt the creatures presence becoming more invasive as he lost the will to go on. Strangely the pain was ebbing the further he travelled into this labyrinth of tunnels.

" Wait how did you know that?"

"Hum ?"

"How do you know this place has stood for so long, it's inconceivable, but why are you so sure of your answer." He felt something shifting, as though, as though. At a loss he no longer knew, an eerie sensation that something was moving inside. His focus was disturbed by the tart retort.

"Did I never mention I was a creature of great power and learning?"

"Yes, right before you got me to 'borrow' some money to try some ale. I've never believed you since. My head was ringing for days after you got us caught"

"Me! You were the one staggering about talking nonsense."

"I'd collapsed out in the woods; you had to walk me not only into the village but straight to-"

"So? How was I supposed to know it would do that, and you were the one who kept drinking it, I'd only wanted to try a bit. Vital lesson there ,not to drink so much. Especially when you're supposed to be watching the fields; and It wasn't exactly safe leaving you there either. Would have drowned if you'd rolled over state you were in. Besides, I couldn't understand a word of your thoughts. Thought he might know better what to do about it"

"Oh he did alright, didn't he. Proving your not exactly the best thing to listen to "

The anger was almost palatable, better compared to the empty feelings of fear of being trapped in this realm. He didn't understand why he ached so much , his head had felt woozy before, now he was feeling the earlier blow. It must have been pure luck that his skull hadn't shattered from the impact of that hammer, against the long discarded helmet.

"Then why pray tell are you following every word now, you've listened to me often enough" he really wanted to wipe that smug off it's face, assuming it had ever had a face, why the hell was it so bloody pleased with it's self.

"Good point, I should turn around right now and try to get to the portal. Not mucking around in a dank, hole that smells like a cesspit, and probably was one"

"Look. You. Stubborn .Biped! Do you want to die, No, well me neither! So just keep going that way, we'll get you fixed up nice and proper instead of this patch job. If you want me out your head so badly maybe I can arrange that too! So keep moving and we might just survive this and if you shut up it might be better for both of us." He felt himself recoil back against the fury that had been unleashed a trickle of remorse slipped down his spine. He sucked in his bottom lip, his teeth grazing along the splits.

"You've, been healing me since we entered here,"

"Yes and if you'll just shut up I'm tired now" The weariness in the made the voice feel like an echo, guilts a funny thing it can sneak up unexpected.

" Look I'm "the words stuck in his throat, as though an insignificant an offering of remorse.

"Just don't go to sleep, I'm not sure I've fixed your head enough yet and I can't keep this up I need to rest"

"Look I shouldn't have said"

"I needed you to keep talking, just talk to yourself for a while. I need to rest for a while and conserve what mana I can draw from this place " If the voice we attached to something it would have been shaking. "Just don't drop your guard"

A tingling feeling ran along his nerves as the pain returned, not as bad as it should have been but hampering.

The lack of conversation angry or otherwise made the labyrinth that much more desolate. The carvings were joined now loops of what might have been vines linked each carving. The creature's presence had dimmed, he felt it was there somewhere but not reachable. Briefly he wondered where it retreated to in those fleeting times when it wasn't at the forefront of his mind. Though he got the feeling it had been more annoyed by the last insult against his shelter than about the desire to punch the creature senseless as though it were corporeal

After while the warmth returned to his limbs "Couldn't sleep" "That books done a lot for your vocabulary" it's previous anger had drained, sighing he was resolute that he would never understand this creature, even if he ever lived till ten thousand.

"Same could be said of you, just follow this corridor straight until I say there's a detour we have to take I'm now feeling stronger." "Why did you make me steal it again?" "Was a good book that; sturdy good for arrows if not your head"

Any answers were dodging the questions again this was not a good sign" Why do you have me steal any stray books? It's just extra weight we have to carry"

"Because the paintings were big enough to have been missed, and the guards at the treasury were not friendly people who'd take a joke. At least not twice. Though maybe some of the smaller tapestries, red and whites been done so much maybe something brighter more homey." He felt rather than heard it groan,

"I've been round humans too long. You lot can give a place a headache"

He listened as it rambled off to it's self feeling a grin as it reminded him his stomach was hungry.

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Slowly, and little by little that was the way. The imp surveyed his secret pile of gold and food, the idea of raw chicken meat was not an ideal one but he doubted he could draw on the mana source much longer before it was discovered he had gone rouge.

He'd travelled further along far away from the claimed ground; it would take a while for the dungeon to reach here, enough time to find a suitable hiding place until everything had calmed down. The newly built bridge had been destroyed in a foolish attack by some of the survivors. Thanks to his efforts, the imp had acquired some of the paper books from the library and received a scorch make on his pack. Slowly he wrote No one pays attention to something they assume is doing something useful .Everything was so clear and unencumbered , his thoughts had never been easy before , the imp decided practically to make a record of what he learned, before this wore off.

The large book dwarfed his hands and the stub of charcoal, he blew across the words, it had never occurred to him that he could write, though once he wanted to the words were familiar. He continued his etchings of newly thought wisdom the last was never relay on a bunch of heroes to get a job done right right after never go near a salamander with a head cold .

It had been easy to remove the rusted lock from the door; he threw it nosily at the feet of an eleven archer, who stared at it for a full hour before piecing the new addition to the prison and the door together.

Once out the prison they had made a valiant last stand, they had planned to damage the heart to draw the entire army to its defence, hopefully emptying the nearby guard rooms in the faint. It hadn't worked. Planning to run before they became overwhelmed, it had been and overly simple plan, but it was a pity giants weren't known for their brains .It hadn't quite worked out, that it was suppose to destroy the bridge after they had got across, not before.

The imp had not been so stupid and was already across the water before the alarms had sounded with a noticeable amount of gold in his pack. Setting off into the no mans land the imp went to spend his fortune.