Author's Note: Another short chapter, sorry. The next one will be longer, I promise.
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After ten minutes of pushing and shoving, they finally got the blocks into place. Smash shoved the last one onto the button with a grunt, and they walked into the next room.
It was fairly small compared to the previous one. It had only a piece of paper that lay on the ground and a door, which was already open. Strike stooped down, picked up the note, and read it to them. "The lever isn't in the cellar... U MAD, BRO?"
"Well, at least we already pulled it," Smash said with a grin.
What?
"We found a lever in the place we searched. We didn't notice anything happen, but..." He indicated the open door.
The doorway led to another door, which was closed but not locked. An inscription was carved into the otherwise smooth stone wall to the right of the closed door. WotS was the reader this time.
That which you seek is very near,
But to get it, you must fear
Something or someone to get ahead
Or you could just turn back instead.
But if you wish to get out of this place,
That which you fear is what you must face.
"It just keeps saying stuff about things we're scared of." Smash cocked his head slightly.
WotS shifted her paws. What are you guys most afraid of? It's okay if you don't want to say, she added quickly as Strike frowned. We'll find out anyway.
"What do you mean by that?" Strike asked.
"I think she means that the next room will have something terrifying in it for each of us. Something that scares us the most. We'll have to get past it to get the key for the front door." Pewdiepie replied to Strike's question.
Good, Pewdie. Now, who wants to go first?
Nobody spoke. Nobody even moved a muscle. Smash cast a quick glance at Strike. It was fast, but WotS saw more than what met the eye. What she saw, though, she had only a few vague ideas about.
WotS wobbled toward them. Someone has to go first, guys. We'll all have to go, anyway. Shall I choose randomly?
A long, awkward moment followed her statement.
"I'll go first." Smash broke the tense silence. "Get it over with."
Good. You go and we'll be right behind you, WotS told him. We got your back.
He nodded, his face pale. WotS was sure many dark thoughts ran through his head at that moment.
He glanced once more at Strike as he stepped forward.
#1: What do you think of my little poem?
#2: There will most likely not be any pairings in this story. So I'm not hinting at that. I think you know what I'm talking about.