Rating: PG-13 for now.
Category: Humour
Pairings: None, at the moment. Subject to change.
Summary: Malik falls into a tomb and gets more than he bargained for.
Spoilers: Up to the end of Battle City, possibly the new Doomie arc. And spoilers for some stuff in the AE arc, too.
Notes: Indiana Jones and Tomb Raider ate my brains. Story is from Malik's point of view.
I landed on the ground with a thud, which bruised both my tailbone and my dignity. It also caused me to loose my grip on the flashlight and it to fly somewhere that was not within my reach. I also felt the faint throbbing in my head of what was certainly the result of Nanashi pulling out various strands of my hair.
"Ow," was my eloquent comment to sum up the drop. At least it was more eloquent than Nanashi's squeak. I sat on the ground, rubbing my bruised backside. The first thing I noticed was that it was extremely dark - actually, that had been the second thing I noticed. First was the pain.
"It's dark," Nanashi stated. I could tell that was making him perk up for some reason. Why, I was not sure.
Of course, his next words cleared up why he was amused.
"WORLD OF DARKNESS. EEEEE!" He was zooming around the room. I could feel the displaced air from it. Ignoring him, I began to feel around on the ground, trying to find a flashlight.
"This isn't the World of Darkness," I informed him, still scrabbling around on the floor, searching for the flashlight. He didn't answer me, probably because he had smashed into a wall. Or was that too much to hope for?
Ahh, there we go. Flashlight, meet hand. Finger, meet power button. And let there be light.
The room I was standing in was lit up by the wonderful, wonderful flashlight. I aimed it upward to see the hole I had fallen into. It was rather high up. Which mean that I would either have to find something to stand up on to haul myself up through the hole or find another way out. The room was rather normal-sized, probably a bit bigger than my bedroom, but not by much. And there really didn't seem to be much in the way of things in it. There seemed to be one thing in the room - a kind-of pedestal with what looked to be a book on it. Near me was a door.
And the door prompted rather not-fun thoughts.
"Nanashi?" I called out hesitantly, swinging the flashlight around to illuminate the room. There was no Nanashi stuck against the wall. Which only meant . . .
"Wheeee!" his voice echoed back to me from Ra only knew where.
Hand, meet forehead. Forehead, meet hand.
"Nanashi, where the hell are you?" I called out, poking my head out of the room. What I saw made me want to smack my head against the wall.
A maze. Dammit, there was a fucking maze outside the door. I ducked my head back into the room and looked around it once more, letting the flashlight beam shine over the thing in the middle. I sighed, then took off after Nanashi.
Needless to say, minutes later I was suitably lost in the maze.
Okay, I could do this. What did they say about mazes? If you go a certain way, you're always supposed to be able to find your way out.
"Nanashi?"
Still no answer. But I could hear something else. Like footsteps. Footsteps that were nearby.
Tomb Robbers!
That was what my brain was thinking wildly and I looked around for some place to duck into.
"Did you hear something?" It was a voice, coming from the direction that I was headed in. Maybe I should just go back to the room, find some sort of thing to step on - or try jumping a lot - and get out of here. After all, tomb robbers aren't very nice people.
"Of course not," a new voice was scoffing. "There's no one else here. It's a deserted tomb, for Christsake. Those archaeologists won't be back until morning."
I turned the flashlight off. Darkness was not good to see in - for them or me. I slowly began to back up, deciding that Nanashi could probably find his way out and scare the tomb robbers at the same time.
I hit a wall. Then I began walking along the wall and soon after that, found a doorway. By then, the footsteps were quieter. Hence the decision that I made to turn on the flashlight.
By doing that, I found out that I wasn't in the room that I came in through. This one had odd little statues in it.
I did a double-take while looking at the statues.
The statues that suspiciously looked like Duel Monsters. I backed away slightly. Duel Monsters equals bad experience in Malik's head. Duel Monsters are now bane of my existance. Well, aside from dryer lint, but that's a whole different story. A very bad story. We'll just leave it at that.
Unfortunately, my backing-up didn't really do good. Because, I felt something against my back, then heard a crash. Whirling around, I aimed the flashlight to see one of the statues on the ground, rather cracked and broken. I winced as I looked at the now-dead statue of what seemed to be the Black Magician Girl.
My wince turned into an expression of horror as tendrils of dark energy, which I commonly associated with the World of Darkness, began to form from the statue.
I squeaked as the energy gathered up the statue and seemed to grow human-sized. Then the energy seemed to disappear suddenly.
"Well, this is interesting," the girl said, looking around.
My eyes were probably rivaling plates in their size now.
"Who are you?" Her gaze had landed on me and the expression on her face was one of curiousity.
"Whoops," I said. Obviously, knocking over the statue was not a good idea.