It was cold.
The door shut loudly behind us. No turning back now. I had Samson and Pewdie at my side. We'd be okay, I knew we would.
We crept down the hallway slowly, trying not to attract any unwanted attention. Of course that didn't work.
After a few meters down the hall, a naked body with a huge, rusty, spiked collar of steel came rushing at us out of the shadows. We ran down the corridor as fast as possible, but it was still on our heels.
"Got a name for this one?" I said as we dashed.
"Nope."
"Door at ten o'clock!" Samson grunted.
I slid to a stop and yanked the door open. Once we were inside I shut the door quickly. It was made of metal and would possibly hold. Maybe.
"Well..." Pewdie panted. "That was... Fun..."
The room we were currently in looked like a cross between a laboratory and a torture chamber. Tables covered in blood and piles of papers, razor sharp objects littered throughout the room. The door on the left of the room was locked.
"Let's spread out and look for the key," I said firmly.
I checked the test tubes and vials scattered on the desks, Pewdie checked under the tables and Samson opened a nearby closet.
"Hey, there's a note in here" He called. "'You might need this in the near future...' What is that supposed to mean?"
A shriek filled the air and the locked door flew open. The monster from before appeared in the doorway.
"Hide!" Samson hissed.
Pewdie and I bolted to closet and shut the doors.
"Good day to you sir," Samson spoke to the monster.
"Out of my way," It snorted. "I'm on the lookout for humans. Have you seen any?"
"No."
It growled and moved on across the room. Samson walking through the now open door.
"What now?" I whispered.
"We make a break for the door," Pewdiepie replied in the same volume.
"Ready..." I said softly. "Now!"
We burst out of the closet and dashed through the now open door.
The beast turned and roared. I didn't dare look back.
I shut the heavy steel door behind us and leaned against it.
"I was actually concerned you might have left us," Pewdie said to Samson.
"You don't have any faith in us, do you?" Samson sniffed. "We just wanted a hug!"
We gazed up at the stairways spanning the seemingly never-ending room upwards.
"Hmm... Stairs," I tilted my head to one side. Samson began hiking up the stairs.
"A murderous, blood-thirsty monster or stairs," I sighed. "So hard to choose."
"I'll take the monster, thanks," Pewdie marched toward the steel door. I grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him to the stairs.
The sound of our shoes on the tiles echoed off the walls. Two sets of shoes... Wait, where was Pewdiepie? I turned around to find no one was there. He there just a moment ago.
"Pewdie?"
I realized I couldn't here Samson in front of me. I turned back. Where the heck did they go?
"Samson? Pewdie?"
"Yeah?"
I looked to my right. Samson stood on a distant stair case.
"How did you do that?" I frowned.
He only shrugged and continued hiking.
Okay, teleporting stairs. Sure, why not.
I heard the faint sound of Pewdie whistling.
"I can't whistle..." Samson mumbled. Pewdie stopped whistling.
"Wait," I said quickly. "Keep whistling, Pewdie."
"Are trying to rub it in my face?" Samson frowned.
"We can keep track of each other and hopefully not get lost," I explained. "Besides, this place is unnerving."
Pewdie shrugged and started whistling again. Samson reluctantly joined in with a hum sort of growl. I added the vocals quietly. I kind of made it up as we went along. It's nothing to brag about, but I do sound okay.
We climbed higher up the stairs not knowing when it should end. Constantly swerving left and right, spiraling around huge pillars. Every time I thought I might be getting closer to Samson or Pewdiepie, our path would take a sharp turn. It was almost like the stairs didn't want us to reach the top or each other.
But I continued to sing, Pewdie to whistle and Samson kept humming.
As we neared the end of our song, the stairs became fewer and fewer. I could finally see the door and Samson came into view on my left. Pewdie was waiting at the door, he held a scrap of paper in his hands.
"What a lovely song. Thank you." He read aloud.
We entered the next room. There were two doors ahead, side by side. An end table sat on the left and a small chest on the right.
"Pewdie!"
"Mayo! What are you doing here?"
"I live here," The end table replied.
"Okay..." I raised an eyebrow.
"We are the guardians of the doors," Mayo bellowed.
"And we will show you the way," The lid of the chest raised and lowered with each word.
"But only if you solve our riddle," Mayo added. "See the problem with us is while one of us always tells the truth..."
"The other is full of lies!" The chest hissed.
"I'm assuming you're not going to tell us which one is which?" I sighed.
"You're smarter than you look," The chest laughed.
"You can ask only one of us one question," Mayo continued.
We stepped back a bit and thought it out.
"We should ask 'which door is the good door'," Samson suggested.
"If we ask the liar, they would just point at the bad door," Pewdie sighed.
"Yeah... What about 'is the other a liar'?" Pewdiepie replied.
"I think 'which door would the other point to' would work better," Samson thought out loud. "The lair would point to the bad door and so would the honest one."
"What do you think, Lofty?" Pewdie asked.
"I watched enough Cat Lady to know Samson is right," I sighed. "Sorry."
He shrugged.
I turned back to the doors.
"Mayo! Which door would the chest tell me was the good door?" I inquired.
The door on the right swung open with a creak. I approached the other door and pulled it open.
"Since we know which door is the right one, can I ask you a question?" I turned to the chest.
"Yes," Mayo replied.
"Do you contain a sanity potion?" I asked the chest.
"No,"
"Liar!" I hissed.
I kicked the chest through the door on the right. It shrieked as it fell into a deep pit and shattered as it hit the stone floor below.
I hate when people lie to me.
I marched through the good door. Splitters of wood and metal were scattered around doorways on the right and in front of us. Samson moved into the room on the right, I invested this room and Pewdie walked through the far door.
"Hey, part of the floor is missing in this room!" He called.
Samson and I raced to the door. Low and behold, a piece of lumber stretched across a large section of the floor that had gave way.
"We go back for Cry and Skullbones then get the heck out of here," I said firmly.
Samson and Pewdiepie nodded in agreement. We were all going to get out of here. Together.
We moved as fast as we could through the rooms from which we came.
"Good luck!" Mayo cried out as we passed.
The room that once housed dozens upon dozens of stairs was gone. In its place was a single ladder going straight down. Samson shrugged at Pewdie and climbed down.
Pewdie headed for the next door with haste, but I grabbed his shirt.
"Monster beyond this point," I pointed to the steel door. "No entry. Ever."
"Now what should we do about that?" He asked.
"Chairmode,"
I moved towards the door and slowly pulled it open.
Silence. Was he... Gone?
ROOOOAAAAR!
Nope.
"I'll get Skullbones and Cry, then come back to this room," Pewdiepie declared quietly. Pewdie stepped cautiously into the laboratory, slipping in and out of the shadows. The monster stood with its back turned to him. He was almost across the room, when the monster began to turn. Slowly, Pewdie pulled the far door open and slipped through, closing it silently behind him.
A moment later he returned with Cry and Skullbones behind him. Pewdiepie was holding something shiny in his right hand. Cry said something to Skullbones in a low voice and she nodded. She then whispered to Pewdie and pointed to the closet. He slowly crept across the room. Leaning against the wardrobe, he called to the monster.
"Hey, ugly!"
It spun around and charged at Pewdiepie.
Suddenly Samson sprung from the shadows and tackled the beast. Cry and Pewdie bolted to the door while the monster was distracted.
Samson managed to wrestle the beast into the closet. He raced toward the door.
I shut it quickly once he was through.
"Sup?" Cry said flatly.
"Oh, you know," I smiled. "The usual."
We quickly climbed the ladder and headed toward the next room.
"Take the left door!" Mayo cried happily.
"Why? What's on the right?"
"A large pit full of dead chest," I replied.
We moved through the door and to the room with the fallen floor.
"'Ellos Pewdie,"
Read the crimson letter...