1A lone goomba sat on a bench. She was waiting for the love of her life to get there. She had never met him, but she suspected that if he truly loved her he would come and sit on the bench beside her. Unfortunately, she never met her supposed love before she was killed by being hit in the head with a blooper. This blooper was extremely traumatised, and covered in random slash marks, but it lived. It vowed to revenge the one who had wacked it so far into the distance without saying "I'm sorry."

The Demon King was in the lead, wanering around aimlessly. He checked all the doors they came by, but most were locked. The ones that were not locked so far consisted of a broom closit and a dungeon. They found another door on the hallway that was mysteriously unlocked.
Sephiroth opened the door handle and fell twitching to the floor. The Demon King hurried to see what it was. "Did you find a hamburger?"
He joined Sephiroth in twitching on the floor, and accidentally sat on his arm and nearly crushed it. The room was truly aweful. It was covered from wall to wall in pink. Pink ceiling, pink curtains, pink girly bed, pink dress hanging in pink closet, and a pink vase with pink roses in it sitting on a pink table. Shall I continue?

Everyone: "NO!"

"I don't understand," said Sephiroth. "This place is so evil, so wonderfully cruel and cold. And yet this room. . ."
Sephiroth nodded agreement. "Whose room is this anyway?"
"Dunno," said the Demon King. "The sign on the door says "Peach". They must like peaches."
Sephiroth made a face. "I hate peaches. They're pink."

They decided to run for it, for some unexplained reason.

-This is getting boring. I want something to happen. Zap-

Sephiroth was in the lead. He was running full-tilt down the hallway, not seeing where he was going.

-Yes, that's it, just fall in. . .-

He skidded to a halt just short of running into something large and round and colorless.

-No! You moron!-

"What's that thing?" asked the Demon King.
"I don't know. It looks like a portal." Sephiroth poked it. His finger went through. He looked on the other side. There was no other side. "Woah, weird."
"Let me see." the Demon King poked it. Same. He poked it again. "Ooh, this is cool." He poked it again.

They decided to do this for another few hours, poke, stare, poke, poke, stare, driving the author insane.