Sorry if this chapter took long to arrive. I finally have it, please enjoy what happens to poor Poochy! (yes, I said "poor" Poochy (this means ('you-know-what') at the most) if you understand what I mean). Enjoy!


Chapter 5: Decapichain

Lahla was the first one to reach the sixth floor and saw Poochy, bringing a cart of luggage towards the escalator while humming a repetitive tune. Goombella and Dry Bones appeared from the elevator and turned the corner to see Poochy, about to bring the cart down the escalator.

"Poochy!" shouted Goombella. Poochy turned around, as one of the luggages from his cart fell down behind him, blocking the escalator entrance.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "I'm doing the group a favor by bringing down the luggage, 'cause all that taxi driving work actually pays off in doing hefty things. The flight is leaving already!"

No, stop moving!" said Dry Bones in an urgent voice. "We need to tell you something."

"I said I'm okay! Okay?" he replied in an annoyed tone. "Look, I'm all okay!" He put both of his hands in a thumbs-up pose and back away to the escalator, just as Goombella remembered that exact same pose from his picture.

But instead of stepping onto the moving escalator, Poochy tripped over the luggage behind him. He and the entire cart fell backwards, the luggage falling down the escalator and over the edge below, as Dry Bones and Goombella immediately ran over to the escalator to see Poochy stumble down, until he settled down midway in a piling heap of bags. He seemed okay, as the elevator stopped moving. The cart had fallen to the bottom of the escalator.

"I told you I was okay!" shouted Poochy, staying in the middle of the motionless escalator. The three others were confused at how he had just cheated Death, or if hadn't been struck yet, but Goombella felt something approaching slowly.

"You made me drop the luggage all over the place!" Poochy complained. "You made---"

The escalator started to move again, this time much slower than before. But Poochy's head was suddenly pulled down, as the three at the top realized that his chain collar around his neck was jammed under the escalator, as it slowly made its way downward.

"Oh no!" cried Lahla, backing away from the predicament. Dry Bones and Goombella ran down the escalator in panic as they reached Poochy, who was yelping and trying to break free. Goombella tried to hold his body back, as Dry Bones tried cutting his collar with his sharp claws, but the escalator continued to move down even more, until they were approaching the bottom section where the escalator stairs repeated.

"Help me!" yelped Poochy, struggling to get out in terror. Goombella tripped forwards over the both of them with a scream when the escalator suddenly stopped for a split second, as Dry Bones kept moving back as they approached the end, still grabbing onto Poochy's collar in his best attempt. After a few terrifying seconds of struggling, nearly all of Poochy's collar was lodge under the escalator bottom, his body on the escalator and his head resting at the regular base, as the escalator started to struggle in continuing to shift.

"Hold on!" screamed Goombella, pressing the emergency button on the side. The escalator gradually stopped moving, and Poochy felt his neck slightly lodged under the escalator, as he whimpered out in bewilderment. Dry Bones was gasping in fear, as Lahla watched from above in panic. Suddenly, the escalator gained enough strength and moved one last time, and in this last, single movement, Poochy's head was severed from its body.

Goombella shrieked as she was sprayed with nearly a gallon of blood, and Dry Bones fell back in surprise, slamming into the metal cart behind him, a head in his arms as he frantically stood up and startedshouting in horror. Lahla just stood from the top of the escalator, backing away and screaming simultaneously.

"Judas Priest," Dry Bones gasped, standing with his clothes drenched with blood. Poochy's headless body was still staying on the escalator, the neck part jammed under the motionless escalator. Because Death was such a person who wanted to extend things, he made the elevator suddenly move back in motion, squashing more of Poochy's body as it was unable to go into the escalator. Goombella and Dry Bones looked away in shock, as they called the police immediately to the bloody scene.

An announcement was heard all around the airport ten minutes later: "Due to a fatal accident which has occurred, police and investigators will ask everyone to leave and evacuate the air port immediately. Our flight attendants will assist and lead you out. Please be aware that all the flights for today until 11 a.m. will be cancelled and are planned to be rescheduled later on." A few people remaining in the airport started to exit in confusion, until Goombella and the two others reached their friends.

"Poochy's DEAD?" exclaimed Wendy in disbelief, as they all were sitting in the empty lobby. "And our flight is cancelled? How can he be DEAD in only two minutes?"

"Listen, everyone!" said Dry Bones. "I'll explain what's happening. And even though you don't believe a word I say, you have to be quiet. We're under a sort of curse which---"

"I ain't believe 'n curses!" Thomas said out loud. "I ain't believe what you're going to say, no would I listen. All I reckon is that Poochy is dead for some darn reason and so ar' Steve and Koopie Koo."

"Three months ago," continued Dry Bones. "A person had a vision of a blimp accident and pulled nine people off the blimp before it occurred, just like Goombella did on our ride. That person had ended up ruining the design of Death, making Death angry and causing him to take all of their lives back in the order they were meant to die. This is the exact thing that is happening to us."

"And how do you expect us to believe this?" questioned Ludwig. "Do you really think we believe this is true, that we're all going to die?"

"He's telling the truth," confirmed Lahla. "We researched with him on the internet, and Goombella's vision is proving true."

"Faggot it," Thomas argued, who mean to say 'Forget it' but was never taught the proper way to say it. "S'pose this's accurate, then I'll tell death to just fuck 'ff my way and leave me alone. He ain't beatin' me." With that final statement, he got up from his seat and went off down the hall without turning back.

"Come on," protested Goombella. "You have to listen to us Thomas." He was soon out of sight down the long hallway of the airport, exiting through the spinning doors.

"It's getting really late," said Ludwig, grabbing Wendy's arm. "Now you, Goombella, go tell my mom that I'm being manipulated by a retarded Goomba to believe her story full of straight bullshit. Come on, Wendy, we're going out." He got up in frustration and walked away, as Wendy looked at Goombella, signaling that she believed her in the tiniest bit of way.

"We're the ones who believe you Goombella," said Dry Bones, as the three of them just sat down in the chairs. "We'll find a way to stop this."

"How can we stop this?" said Goombella. "We can't stop this, no matter how hard we'll try. We're all going to die sooner or later."

"Excuse me, but you have to leave the airport," spoke out an attendant with a black hooded sweater. They looked at him to see that his face wasn't visible, but only a dark shadow could be seen where his face was.

"I'm sorry," said Lahla as they all got up from their seats. "We thought we could stay a while and talk."

"The officials say…that, perhaps going elsewhere would work. There has been a decapitation death in this building around ten minutes ago, so staying here will give you…bad memories."

"Okay," said Dry Bones, a bit cautious and disturbed by the odd flight attendant. "Let's go someplace else, we'll check tomorrow for our new flight. Come on." The three of them walked off as the hooded flight attendant just stood where he was, casting an unusual shadow which loomed over the bare walls.

Because the Luxor Hotel was closed temporarily by the deaths of Koopie Koo and Steve, they decided to stay in the MGM Hotel until their new flight was rescheduled. The day passed normally, but with three people dead in three days with the additional ride accident, news spread rapidly within Las Vegas which made travelers more uneasy.

"Our new flight will be in a week from now," Dry Bones said that night as Goombella and he were eating at the MGM Grand Buffet.

"Hopefully a week is long enough," said Goombella, putting an amuse bouche into her mouth and tasting it slowly. It definitely was a "mouth pleaser", as the French would translate it. The delicious taste eased Goombella's mind.

"I printed out the pictures on larger paper, using the downstairs lobby computer," said Goombella, taking the enlarged photos out of her bag. She showed Poochy's picture, and they could see how it was shown: The stairs behind him represented the escalators, and his chain collar in midair looked as if it was lodged into the stairs behind him.

"Don't worry; we'll be backing home soon," said Dry Bones. He dug into his plate of food, as they ate in lessened worry.

But Goombella knew that Death wouldn't wait that long to finish them off. If Goombella wanted to save them, a week would be the maximum length.

A week was too short.


I'll try to update as soon as I can! Sorry to Hip&Hop, I planned for him to diemuch earlier before.Thank you to my reviewers, please, I gratefully hope for reviews! I will update soon.