A/N
Well I think it's official now. This is going to be a full fledged story! Plus I know exactly where I want this to end up now.
I really hope I can keep you guys entertained and enthralled during the process.
Chapter 3 A Key
Boxes were strewn about the area, floating or remaining just above the water's edge. There weren't very many, but the few that were there, Stefano used as a mini boat. He sat on the square's edge and sword-paddled his way along the river in ease. Pewdiepie followed closely behind on his own little crate now having calmed down a bit after traveling for a while. His hands and legs pushed through the thick liquid to now propell him alongside his comrade.
"I haven't been this calm in a long time." Pewdie whispered enjoying the moment of peace. "Aren't you worried about your sword corroding?"
"Same here. I didn't want to leave the area when I first came across it. Nothing's down here to terrorize you, but eventually hunger kicks in." He looked over to his side and held up his long blade to show. "My sword doesn't rust, so it makes things all the more easier for me. I can get it wet without worry." Stefano grinned returning to his work.
Splash.
"Did you hear that?" Pewdiepie asked sitting straight up latching to his friend's back.
"Hear what?"
"I think something's in the water."
"Relax Pewdiepie, I was down here for hours at one time exploring this place. I didn't see or hear a single thing while down here." Stefano soothed with a roll of his eyes. He knew he had picked quite a brave little chicken for a partner.
Taking in the words, he decided not to think too much on the matter. Maybe it was just his imagination since he was so tired of running around all the time. After a while of bounding around in fear, every little object or noise would probably scare anyone. "You're right." Pewdiepie said loosening his grip and staring into the lake. "I'm probably just paranoid."
"Look here," Stefano said pointing inside a smaller room built into the wall,"The oil lamp should be in there." He pushed his blade into the water and made a few solid strokes before letting his current swerve them into the room where wooden shelves stacked with random assortments hit the ceiling.
"I see it." Pewdie pointed to the highest shelf where a small, rusted old lamp sat covered in dust. Slipping himself into the water, the male walked over to the rack and slowly started to climb it. Not knowing how old the shelves were, he made cautious advances towards the top, feeling the strength of each section before proceeding. "I'm almost there."
Splash.
There it was again. That awful sensation creeping back into his chest. He tried to shake it off as his hands wrapped themselves across the handle of the faded lamp, but as he lifted it from the shelf, Pewdie swore he could hear the faintest of shrieks somewhere within the domain. "I've got it!" He called just about to descend back to the ground, but his gaze caught hold of a tiny erect object sitting in the back. Focusing in on the new find, the swedish man grabbed it between two of his fingers before returning to his partner for a better look.
"You found a key." The golden statue said in joy. "I wonder where this one goes."
"We'll find out along the way. Let's keep going." Pewdiepie urged now wanting to just get out of the area. He couldn't admit to his friend the kind of thoughts were traveling through his mind. Stefano would surely blame paranoia again.
"Right, we just need to stock up on oil while we're here." He reached out one of his beautiful arms covered in a neon yellow tunic to a barrel floating nearby.
"Barrell!"
His friend jumped nearly toppling over into the water. "What?!"
"Barrel!" Pewdiepie repeated with a glare in his eyes. If that crater was here, then something else was surely floating around as well. Stefano stared at his friend, not wanting to question his reasoning behind the disturbance. There were a lot weirder things running around than a distrust in barrels. While Stefano filled up the container, Pewdie kept a watchful eye in the treacherous waters. Still, nothing seemed to peak up and stare at him, nothing swerved the area, and nothing dared to make another sound. The man feared that he was going crazy just thinking about the creature, if there even was one. To get his mind off the matter, he pulled out the silver key once more and examined it. It was an unusual design unlike the few others he had managed to come across over time. It's head had a tiny heart-shaped ruby lodged into place while small lines of illegible words written across the edges. He wondered what this key opened, and figured it probably led to a more royal room.
"Let's head back up." Stefano smiled handing the lamp over to his partner just as a screech came from the doorway. It was here.
I'll take a few requests to add into the story, but I can't add them all.