Part 3
Chapter 4: One sole figure
"Ugh…" Peluse's eyes fluttered as the world came into focus.
"Well, look who finally came to." Milo said standing over her.
"I don't think you have much room to talk." She retorted as she carefully sat up. "So, is this like… heaven or something?" Peluse asked sunshine and green hills surrounded them as far as a light-blinded eye could go.
"Nah, it can't be. There aren't any free corndogs."
"Then how are we still alive?"
"I believe this might be the answer you're looking for." Milo stood back a little, showing a large blue and gray creature with a dinosaur appearance.
"Rampor!" Peluse remembered the roaring voice in the cavern. This must have been the same one she was hearing how.
"Doesn't he talk?"
"Guess not."
"Well, thanks a lot… Rampardos?" she said curiously, patting its head with care.
"Actually, I think its name is Joey."
"How do you know that?"
"Because it sounds like a good name." After a few minutes rest and quiet, Peluse continuing to pat the newly named Joey, Milo interrupted the silence in his thinking voice. "Okay, let's see. We already know that, one, there are lots of booby traps and Krookodile out to backstab us if we go in there, two, Turner followed us here and is oddly helping save our hides from wacky little… robot things, probably still following us, letting us clear the traps, and that's pretty much it."
"Wow, now I feel like I'm watching Blue's Clues. But if that were true, then why is Turner helping us. If he can save us, I somehow doubt that he's letting us clear traps, when he could easily get through himself."
"Well, that's obviously what he wants us to think, but in reality, he's… um… he's doing something that he doesn't want to know about. Which is…?" After waiting for Milo, Peluse had gotten sidetracked and ended up pulling an object out of a satchel hanging from the Rampardos's neck. It was brick sized, a cube with a hollowed out center, forming a little hole in the middle that almost reminded her of the dark passages in the dungeon, and colored a bright reddish gold.
"What's this?"
"I don't know. I don't remember that being there before…" Milo took it from her and examined it closely.
"Rampor!" The Rampardos rumbled again. Rearing up, it slammed the ground fiercely and started off on a wild dash in the direction they had arrived from. "Hey, wait!" Milo quickly snatched up its tail as it took off, Milo being half dragged behind. "Eeeyaaah!"
"Wait for me!" Not to be forgotten, Peluse grabbed Milo, climbing over him onto the back of the Rampardos and then helping to heft him up next to her.
"Yeesh, that was close. I wonder where he plan's on going." Joey's eyes looked dazed, yet intent on something of importance.
"Dunno. Let's find out." Wind whipping their faces, Milo shouted, "Full speed ahead!"
*hehehe…*
The three of them screeched to a halt, apparently where they were going to stay stopped. It was hard to tell where they would be on the inside of dungeon judging by the outside since all of the walls created an identical image. However, one could definitely tell there was something beneath them, as a hard surface that repeated the pattern of the walls was sitting right below them.
"Since I'm assuming we're going down, how are we going to get"- Milo was interrupted by a scratching noise as the Rampardos was already hard at work digging them down into the earth.
"For someone who can't talk, this guy's good."
Crash!
"Watch out people, coming through!" Milo and Peluse hopped in after him, and found themselves in an adjoining hall to the one where they had encountered the Krookodiles. Though less worried with a giant Rampardos at their side, the pair remained cautious, slipping along the sides, Joey in close pursuit. The three peeped from the corner, and scanned for any more possible threats.
"It's all clear," Milo whispered. The trio quietly tiptoed out into the open hallway.
"The door…"
Slap! Slap! Slap! The sound of hideous feet hitting stone neared them, just as before.
"Ok, so not all that clear." This time there were many more and they were all standing in the hallway entrances, clogging up their hopes for escape, frozen in spot glaring into their hearts. They obviously knew they were there. Milo returned the glare, but Peluse was fiddling with something again.
"We're in big trouble now…"
"Ahem, no. Now we're in big trouble." Peluse corrected.
"I just said that."
"Look!" Milo turned to find that Peluse had somehow fit the cube into the door, like it was meant to go there, forcing the door to open. And low and behold, who would be standing there in the shadows waiting for them but the infamous Calc Turner. He held a strange machine in his hand, poised and aimed straight for them.
"Midge, get back here." He said in his usual deep, scratchy voice. The Rampardos next to them appeared to perk up, and it returned to its master in a faithful manner.
"What!?" Milo and Peluse shouted.
"You're with him?" Turner gave a sly grin.
"What's that famous line again? Oh, yeah. How could it get any worse?!" Milo exclaimed.
"Well, at least it can't rain after you say that in here. He he…" A soft trickling sound started to fall towards them in an echo…