Leftover Alphabet Soup
A/N: There's probably no one there to read this, because you're all trick-or-treating. Ninja C and I just went in a shift, and now we're coming back and writing more, and then we're going out again. And all her neighbors are weirded out, because I've been speaking French (in which I am semi-fluent) the whole time to stay in-character. (I'm Christine to Ninja C's Phantom. It's pretty awesome.)
Anyway.
Disclaimer: Does James Patterson still trick-or-treat despite his age? Yeah, I didn't think so.
V is for: Voyage
By Tassel630
I don't like underground. Everyone knows this.
Obviously I like the air. I can deal with the ground when I have to. I'm even less adverse to water now that I know I can't drown.
But I don't do underground.
Of course, then, when we discover this dark, imposing, underground tunnel, the others outvote me and we follow it.
I mean, really guys. Obviously we will never live normal lives, but it seems a bit overkill to seek trouble like this. Underground never ends well.
"Ninty-nine bottles of – "
"NO!" I bellow, then look around nervously to make sure I haven't caused a cave-in. Even Fang shoots me an annoyed look – he doesn't like underground either.
Well, maybe he should have thought of that before he voted in favor of exploration!
The tunnel is arrow-straight, but we've soon followed it far enough for the light to disappear behind us. I'm not afraid of the dark. But this was underground dark – the creepy kind, where hundreds of feet of suffocating dirt are crushed on top of you, between you and light –
No. Bad Max. Don't think of how far away the light is, how if the tunnel collapsed we would all suffocate –
Argh! I can't do this, I can't do this, I have to get out –
"I see light!"
I practically sprint for it, the others close behind. The tunnel opens into an enormous, majestic cavern, and earth has fallen from the top and blessed light shines through.
Once I manage to control some aspect of my panic, I begin to realize that someone got really theatric with this cave. It's ringed with pillars, complete with intricate carvings of vines twining up and down them. In the center, resting in the beam of light allowed by the hole above, was a large stone chest. More ornate carvings adorned its surface. The stone lid had been slid back, and we hurried up to it in anticipation.
It was empty.
I woke up grumbling. If I was ever psychoanalyzed, I'm sure that means something extremely sinister.
A/N: Yay! And now back to being Christine!
W goes to Akira43, for Whisk Wars! I'm sure Iggy will have fun…