AUTHOR'S NOTE:With this chapter, I will have surpassed a (sort of) milestone of 20,000 words! (it's a milestone for me) Thank you, readers!
EDIT: Gee, I sure love it when parts of my story are missing. Sorry 'bout that!
Taking whip in hand, Groose flung the line up into the air. It wrapped itself around a rock, and Groose yanked. Hard. The rock fell to the floor, crushing nearly half of the Cursed Bokoblins.
"Fi, look! This is useful for stuff!"
"Master, if my calculations are correct, that rock was supposed to be a support for the cavern."
"What does that mean?"
"It means there is a time decrease of one hour and fifteen minutes due to the lack of support in the cave system."
Groose knew that what she just said meant he only had a couple minutes to get out. Grabbing his sword, he began to run, with Fi following behind him. He sprinted into the crowded mess of Cursed Bokoblins, hoping he could reach the end. As he did, a zombie reached out at him, grabbing his shoulder. He swung the whip back, and it wrapped around the zombies arm. Groose saw another zombie approaching, so he pulled as hard as he could. The zombie flew over Groose's pompadour with ease, crushing the bokoblin in front of him.
"Master, I detect a small percentage that we will effectively be able to kill all these Bokoblin under the time limit."
Groose fell to his knees. There was no getting around it. He was doomed. As the zombies closed in, Groose lowered his head. One zombie lurched forward, and went to grab his head. As it did, flesh began to fall from its hands. It traveled up his arms, and the zombie let out a loud moan. The rest of its flesh began to disintegrate, and it became a pile of bones upon the floor.
"Master! I detect a 100% chance that the hair conditioning products you use contain an extract that has a negative effect on the enemies' skin!"
Grasping this new hope, Groose began to charge through the horde, watching with glee as the zombies' flesh began peeling off from their bones. But, the cavern's top began to crumble.
As he was nearing the end, Fi spoke up. "Master, I detect we have about one minute before the cave begins to collapse."
"That's all the time I need."
Using the whip, he hooked on one of the giant spinning ivy-covered pillars, and swung around it. He just barely flew through a crevice in the wall, and landed in a circular room. There was a rope hanging from the ceiling, and a faint light glowing from it.
"Master, climb the rope!"
Grabbing a hold of the rope, Groose pulled himself up, and began climbing towards the top. The cavern began to crumble, and as Groose finally reached the top, he got a glimpse of what lay above the underground caverns. The temple wasn't in much better shape. The walls began crumbling in, and the statue in the middle began to sink into the ground.
"Master, according to my calculations, the Boss Room is directly above here. If we are to get to it, we need to hurry the hell up."
Groose nodded, and began sprinting towards the giant statue.
"Do you sense that?"
"Yes, but what is it?"
"It's… I'll tell you what it is… It's the sound of all my hard work being destroyed! Do you know how long it took me to find this place, let alone fill it with monsters and traps?"
"I'd assume it took you very long."
As the Bokoblin Leader finished his statement, the floor began to implode. The bokoblin fell through the room below.
"Bye."
Groose was now inside the structure, running up the stairs as they fell to the ground beneath him. Dodging a huge chunk of debris, Groose rolled and finally reached the top floor.
"Uh, Fi? I think we need a key."
"Screw the key!" Fi, angered with the impossibly circumstances, took the sword from Groose's side. She shoved it into the key hole, and ripped it in half.
"What the hell Fi!"
Groose took back the sword and ran up to the now-opened top of the statue. The controls that should have operated the machine were broken, and the statue was still sinking. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a giant machine fell from the ceiling. Its armor shined like gold, and it wielded several large swords. A certain flamboyant man was sitting upon its head,
"You! Do you have any idea how angry I am!?"
"Should I?"
"I hope you die."
The robot shuddered to life, its body filling with dark magic. It sprouted legs, and more arms that had giant swords. It towered above Groose, and a cage-like barrier closed in around its now beating… stomach? With a snap of his fingers, the flamboyant Demon Lord disappeared in a flash of diamonds.
And so there they stood, the robot and Groose, atop a crumbling statue, engaged in what would prove to be an epic show-down. Groose pulled out his whip, and flung it at the robot. It wrapped around his arm, and Groose yanked it. The arm flew off, and the mighty sword fell to the ground. Parts of the statue began to crumble off, and Groose narrowly missed falling down to his death. He dove under the robot and grabbed the sword. The robot swung around and hit Groose with the oversized hand. As he skidded across the statue's top, he kept his hold on the sword.
Hoisting the sword above his head, he ran at the robot, and jumped. It was struck in the head, full force, and fell backwards. It grabbed at the statue, hoping to pull itself back up. Groose walked over to it, and smashed its hand. It fell off the statue, and Groose threw the sword down.
"Congratulations Master Groose, you just pushed a robot off a ledge two feet above the floor."
Sure enough, the robot hadn't fallen very far at all, and now Groose and the robot stood at eye level. The robot swung its sword at Groose. He jumped, flipped and pushed off the sword as it came by. Now in mid air, Groose landed on one of its arms. He tugged at the valve on its arm, and the appendage popped right off. The robot noticed Groose, and swatted at him. Groose leapt off, and landed on the ground behind the robot. As it turned, Groose picked up one of its swords that lay on the ground. The robot prepared to come down hard, just as Groose readied himself. As the robot's arm & sword came crashing down, Groose dodged. The sword was stuck! Seeing his chance, Groose ran up the arm, and onto its neck. Holding the sword high above its head, Groose swung it down. The robot caught it, and threw it across the room. It grabbed Groose in its other hand, and crushed him to death. His head popped off.
Yes, the Demon Lord thought to himself, that would be quite nice.
"Hey. Mr. Fabulous. Are you going to stop talking to yourself and give me something to fight?"
"What? Oh, yes, excuse my poor manners." He snapped his fingers, and the robot shuddered to life.
Groose simply walked up to it, and impaled the robot's heart-stomach through the caging. The robot shut off, and fell apart.
"No! That wasn't supposed to happen! You were supposed to die!"
"Look, it's been a long day. Do you have anything else?"
Ghirahim simply frowned, and disappeared in a flash of diamonds.
"Master Groose, we have to get the Sacred Flame."
"Oh yeah."
Using the whip, he latched on to a jagged piece of debris sticking out from the ceiling. He hoisted himself off the sinking statue, and he walked down the torn apart corridor to a giant fire.
Fi dove into the fire, and then started bouncing around the room. She landed in front of Groose, and instructed him to hold out his sword. He did. Then, she started shooting fire balls at him.
"This is the most fun I've had all day.", she thought to herself.
"Ow! Fi, that one nearly hit my pompadour! Watch it!"
When the flaming was done, Groose held the sword up. It was longer, and sharper.
"Fi, can we leave now?"
"Yes."
As Groose and Fi exited what was left of temple, they saw the Water Dragon floating outside.
"You… What? What the hell! What happened to the temple!", she said astonished.
"Groose happened."