Hey, third chapter now. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Refer to chapters 2 and 1.
Flynn sat by the door, constantly sighing and looking at the food on the floor, which made his stomach growl. He stared at the food for a couple more minutes before he stood up and walked over to the walls of the room. He touched every inch of the wall, trying to find something to clean the food with.
After half an hour of feeling the walls, he stumbled across a stick. He picked it up and recognized it as a broom. He reasoned to himself that if a broom was here, there must be a dustpan. He swung his hand low and collided with something. He pulled it out and, to his surprise, an actual dustpan came out. He went to sweep the food up but suddenly realized that he didn't know how to sweep. Curse my twenty-one years of thievery thought Flynn, as he motioned the broom around. After moments of struggle, he finally got the food it the dustpan.
"Finally" said a voice. Flynn looked up and saw Rapunzel by the door. "How long have you been standing there?" asked Flynn. "Long enough to see you struggle sweeping the floor" said Rapunzel, a sly grin growing on her face. "You can't judge, I never learned" said Flynn, scratching the back of his head. Rapunzel giggled a bit and said: "Well, you should. My father and mother are coming back tomorrow, so be prepared to meet them." walking out of the room. "Your parents?" asked Flynn, before Rapunzel fully closed the door. "Ya, they're the king and queen so no biggie" said Rapunzel, closing the door. "Wait!" shouted Flynn. He heard a click and footsteps. Slowly, the footsteps ebbed away.
Flynn plopped back on to the chair. I'm so going to die thought Flynn, closing his eyes.
Sorry for the short chapter, next chapter may be Flynn's decapitation. R&R.