Chapter Four: Beware the Rain of Dogs!
Once again, Velma awoke, a dull pain throbbing in the back of her head. She sat up and opened her eyes, rubbing the back of her neck.
She looked up at the mechanism which extended up to a metal pole adjoined to a circular section of the ceiling high above.
'Well what do you know," she thought with a hint of sarcasm, 'the turning wall was operated from down below.'
Just then, Velma thought she had heard something. She froze where she was, and listened intently.
A voice. No, two. The muffled sound echoed vaguely around the room.
She was just about to come to a conclusion as to the source of those voices, when a most unexpected thing happened.
"ZOINKS!!!"
She was suddenly aware of someone who was undoubtedly Shaggy, hurtling down towards her from the now-open trap door in the ceiling, and instinctively rolled out of the way of danger.
The call of distress was almost immediately followed by a sound of 'THUD' and a:
"Yeeaaoouuch!!!"
Luckily, Shaggy remained conscious, but lay there on his back with his arms spread out, an expression of utter shock firmly imprinted on his features. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to be the only thing imprinted on him.
"Raggy!" came the worried call as Scooby's head popped through the opening above. "R-I'm coming!"
"No - Scoob! Wait!" said Shaggy quickly, his arms shooting up to gesture him to stop.
Too late.
Scooby had already dived from the door, just before it closed again, and before he knew it, Shaggy was flattened almost completely into the floor by the massive Great Dane which had used him as a landing pad.
"Relma!" exclaimed Scooby, completely oblivious to the slightly squashed Shaggy as he ran to her side. Wagging his tail furiously, he ran a huge wet doggy-lick over her cheek.
"I'm glad to see you too, Scooby!" chuckled Velma as she made her way towards the green splat in the centre of the room.
"Are you all right?" she asked him as she offered him a hand. With a sheepish, slightly cross-eyed expression on his face, he took it, and she proceeded to virtually peel him off the floor.
"I'll survive," he replied in an unsteady voice, as he stood half bent over, hand behind his head. "it's no worse than anything Daphne could have done to me," he added.
"True," Velma smiled. They suddenly realised they were both still holding hands from when she had helped him up, and each quickly withdrew them, looking away in embarrassment.
Velma turned around, focusing her attention on their new surroundings. Other than the huge mechanism in the centre, the room was completely barren, its reaches extending far into the darkest corners.
"That's strange," said Velma, thinking aloud. "Why would anyone build a hotel with complex traps and secret rooms? I guess they were most likely added later. We'll have to research the history of this place..."
"Um," interrupted Shaggy, "I'm all for solving mysteries and all that, but, like, shouldn't we be looking for a way out?
Scooby sat up on his hind quarters, side by side with Shaggy, and nodded enthusiastically.
"What I want to know is who was the one to turn my bed into the secret room, and trap me in the first place, and why?"
As they pondered this silently, a darkness within the shadows shifted menacingly nearby, but it didn't go unnoticed.
"Zoinks!" Shaggy gasped as he jumped into Scooby's outstretched arms, staring fearfully into the terrifying unknown lurking just in front of them.
Well, here's the latest from the Scooby gang! Wow, thank you WebMistressGina, high praise indeed! Hopefully this chapter is longer than the others, but I think it should be ok to have short chapters, since I update frequently :) I'd also like to thank Lady Strata, Mewberries, and anyone else for returning to my fic! And thank you to everyone who commented, for your kind words! Look out for the next chapter soon!
Once again, Velma awoke, a dull pain throbbing in the back of her head. She sat up and opened her eyes, rubbing the back of her neck.
She looked up at the mechanism which extended up to a metal pole adjoined to a circular section of the ceiling high above.
'Well what do you know," she thought with a hint of sarcasm, 'the turning wall was operated from down below.'
Just then, Velma thought she had heard something. She froze where she was, and listened intently.
A voice. No, two. The muffled sound echoed vaguely around the room.
She was just about to come to a conclusion as to the source of those voices, when a most unexpected thing happened.
"ZOINKS!!!"
She was suddenly aware of someone who was undoubtedly Shaggy, hurtling down towards her from the now-open trap door in the ceiling, and instinctively rolled out of the way of danger.
The call of distress was almost immediately followed by a sound of 'THUD' and a:
"Yeeaaoouuch!!!"
Luckily, Shaggy remained conscious, but lay there on his back with his arms spread out, an expression of utter shock firmly imprinted on his features. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to be the only thing imprinted on him.
"Raggy!" came the worried call as Scooby's head popped through the opening above. "R-I'm coming!"
"No - Scoob! Wait!" said Shaggy quickly, his arms shooting up to gesture him to stop.
Too late.
Scooby had already dived from the door, just before it closed again, and before he knew it, Shaggy was flattened almost completely into the floor by the massive Great Dane which had used him as a landing pad.
"Relma!" exclaimed Scooby, completely oblivious to the slightly squashed Shaggy as he ran to her side. Wagging his tail furiously, he ran a huge wet doggy-lick over her cheek.
"I'm glad to see you too, Scooby!" chuckled Velma as she made her way towards the green splat in the centre of the room.
"Are you all right?" she asked him as she offered him a hand. With a sheepish, slightly cross-eyed expression on his face, he took it, and she proceeded to virtually peel him off the floor.
"I'll survive," he replied in an unsteady voice, as he stood half bent over, hand behind his head. "it's no worse than anything Daphne could have done to me," he added.
"True," Velma smiled. They suddenly realised they were both still holding hands from when she had helped him up, and each quickly withdrew them, looking away in embarrassment.
Velma turned around, focusing her attention on their new surroundings. Other than the huge mechanism in the centre, the room was completely barren, its reaches extending far into the darkest corners.
"That's strange," said Velma, thinking aloud. "Why would anyone build a hotel with complex traps and secret rooms? I guess they were most likely added later. We'll have to research the history of this place..."
"Um," interrupted Shaggy, "I'm all for solving mysteries and all that, but, like, shouldn't we be looking for a way out?
Scooby sat up on his hind quarters, side by side with Shaggy, and nodded enthusiastically.
"What I want to know is who was the one to turn my bed into the secret room, and trap me in the first place, and why?"
As they pondered this silently, a darkness within the shadows shifted menacingly nearby, but it didn't go unnoticed.
"Zoinks!" Shaggy gasped as he jumped into Scooby's outstretched arms, staring fearfully into the terrifying unknown lurking just in front of them.
Well, here's the latest from the Scooby gang! Wow, thank you WebMistressGina, high praise indeed! Hopefully this chapter is longer than the others, but I think it should be ok to have short chapters, since I update frequently :) I'd also like to thank Lady Strata, Mewberries, and anyone else for returning to my fic! And thank you to everyone who commented, for your kind words! Look out for the next chapter soon!