Fearless Bear cringed as she felt glass stab the underside of her shoes. She shuddered and flicked on her flashlight, the yellow beam making the entire place glow. Upon looking closer at the basement, Bear realized that spiders and glass dominated the place. Webs dangled from the corners of the room and spiders hung from the ceiling. Their gleaming eyes looked hateful and the clicked their legs together menacingly. Fearless Bear grimaced and walked forward lightly, making sure to avoid large shards of glass. As she grew closer to the basement door, she noticed that the webs on the walls spelled something.

"D-draught of the Dead?" So, I'm in the right place, she concluded. She approached the basement door, dodging the dangling spiders, and grabbed the handles. She shook the pieces of rusted iron, making the door creak and groan. However, the door refused to budge and any cracks she looked through revealed nothing on the other side. It was if they were thrown into another dimension. Fearless Bear shivered at the thought. What if we are stuck here forever? She shook that thought, gritting her teeth. No. That would never happen. Not with her sister by her side. That girl was as stubborn as a mule and refused to back down. They would be fine.

Bear descended the stairs and glanced around, trying to find the Draught of the Dead. She glanced everywhere on the floor, but there was nothing but glass, copious amounts of dust, and cobwebs. When she looked upward, there, she spotted it. It was an old glass bottle with a green skull and crossbones on it. A liquid bubbled ominously inside. Though she couldn't see the label, she could swear that it said "DRAUGHT" in big, black letters. Fearless Bear approached the shelf, frowning at how far away it was. It was too tall for her to reach. She doubted that she would ever be able to reach it without some help.

Thankfully, she managed to find a jumble of pipes nearby. They looked strangely new and untouched. They also looked like they could be put together easily. Despite all of the warning signs, Fearless Bear stalked forward, gripping two pipes and mashing them together. However, she paused when she felt something tremble inside of the pipe. She peered down into it and barely got to see a blur before something with eight legs attacked her face and gripped it. Bear shrieked.

"OH MY GOD THERE'S A HUGE SPIDER."


Gentle Lightning paused, glancing at the basement door from the corner of his eye.

"Is she going to be okay?" Lone Icicle smirked devilishly.

"Nah."


After dislodging the spider off of her face, Fearless Bear panted and stared at the pipes in fear. There was no way she was ever doing that again. There had to be another way to get up there.

Unfortunately, after looking everywhere, there wasn't anything useful. There was a barrel full of kerosene, but it was too heavy for her to move. Besides, she didn't want to stain her clothes (despite the generous amount of clothing she had). So, in the end, Fearless Bear approached the bronze pipes and picked two up. She shook them fiercely and something dropped out. It was the same damn spider that attacked her. Its eyes glinted and it reared up to attack.

Bear punted it so hard and fast that it went through the wall and hit Lone Icicle square in the face. Icicle shrieked and fell down, clawing at the spider. Bear winced.

"Sorry!" She shouted. Lone Icicle let out a muffled curse at her before rolling out of view. Bear sighed. Well. At least there won't be anymore spiders... hopefully.

Thankfully, after putting together all of the pipes, Fearless Bear didn't encounter anymore large arachnids and managed to make a large structure she could shimmy up. She lodged the large pipe between two large rocks (that somehow ended up inside the basement) and climbed up, reaching far enough to give her accessibility to the bottle. She gripped the bottle and slid down the pipe, smiling triumphantly.

"Hey guy-"

"BOO." She screamed as she turned around, meeting a large feline that grinned maliciously at her. She dropped the Draught of the Dead in fear, but the feline caught it with its tail. It smirked and nodded its head.

"Thank you, mortal," it rumbled. "You have collected the first item." Its grin grew to the point of being considered a Cheshire cat. "Congratulations. You get to live another day." It cackled as spiders began to swarm toward the poor girl. Fearless Bear screeched and sprinted toward the door, opening it and slamming it closed. She tackled Lone Icicle with tears in her eyes.

As the door closed, she swore that she could see a small, shimmering cat laughing silently at her misery.

That bitch.


3, 2, 1, and done! Fearless Bear has found the Draught of the Dead! Now, who's next? *Rubs hands together and cackles*

Anyway, how do you think of this so far? I think it's going along nicely. So far. It could change.