Toadette opened up the door leading to the basement of her castle, trembling with fright as she felt the cool air hit her in the face. She went in, the wooden stairs creaking loudly as she entered the darkness, coughing as she felt the dust entering her body. She accidentally tripped, tumbling down until she landed on the concrete floor below, the door closing shut.
"Ugh... that was horrible..." Toadette groaned as she got up, shaking her head as she looked around, gasping. "Man, this place is so dark and damp..." She placed her hands on her hips as she frowned. "I need to take better care of my basement."
Toadette gasped, getting an idea. She spun her pink pigtails and began to fly around, seeing how much room she had. She then began spinning around, forming a mini tornado that picked up all the dust, only stopping as she felt dizzy, falling flat on her face. Groaning loudly, Toadette got back up, her right hand on her head, to spot a blue flashlight on the floor, turning it on, to spot a clear lantern in front of her, turning it on. She held the lantern in her right hand while she had the flashlight in her left hand, to see old abandoned junk she collected over the years all scattered around.
"So, this is why it's called a basement," Toadette joked to herself as she chuckled, "It's meant to be the base of all things that get old!"