It doesn't have a title. So without futher ado...
And that's all she wrote. So far. Tell me what you think, have at, and all that good stuff. Don't worry about my ego, it'll recover eventually.She giggled.
â€œWhat are you giggling for? I canâ€™t see a bloody thing.â€
Another giggle. â€œOf course you canâ€™t, stupid. What did you expect?â€
She was annoying as hell. â€œYouâ€™d think theyâ€™d at least give us some light down here.â€
â€œItâ€™s a dungeon. That would defeat the purpose.â€
â€œWhy would that defeat the purpose?â€ I shouted, feeling my hand along the wall to explore. The experience showed that it was a small dungeon. Small and slimy. I automatically moved to wipe my hand on my shirt, only to remember that it was gone. The thought pissed me off, it had been my favorite shirt.
â€œ...and the dark also adds to the spooky atmosphere of being thrown into the dungeon,â€ she was saying. She was obnoxiously hard to ignore.
I figured it would be a good time to interrupt her. â€œThis is your first time being thrown in a dungeon, isnâ€™t it?â€
She sounded dejected about being interrupted. Good. â€œSure, but that makes it all the more exciting!â€ the girl blurted. If only she knew how ridiculous she sounded.
I felt my way around the small slimy room again to the bench I had discovered on my first trip around. I sat on something soft and squishy. â€œWhat the hell? When did you get there?â€
The soft, squishy thing struggled and oofed a few more times before I realized I had sat on someone else in the dungeon. â€œWho the hell are you?â€ I yelled, springing off it.
â€œThatâ€™s a good question,â€ a male voice replied.
I decided he was annoying too. â€œWhere did you come from? I didnâ€™t run into you when I first looked around!â€
The girl giggled again. The guy gave a small laugh too and said, â€œLooking wonâ€™t do you much good down here, you canâ€™t see anything. But perhaps you just werenâ€™t looking hard enough.â€ Oh yeah, he was really annoying.
â€œI felt around the entire room and you werenâ€™t here before!â€ I yelled. He pissed me of nearly as much as losing my shirt.
There was a tone of smugness to his reply that further ticked me off. â€œYes I was,â€ he said. â€œHey who is this guy anyway?â€
She giggled yet again. Damn her and her accursed giggling! â€œJust some stupid guy who got himself caught with me. I donâ€™t think he did it on purpose.â€
â€œI think youâ€™re right, he sounds rather clueless. Either way, it shouldnâ€™t interfere with our plans.â€
â€œYeah, shouldnâ€™t be a problem.â€
â€œYou two know each other? You canâ€™t have gotten yourselves caught on purpose! What the hell is this plan?â€
The two of them burst out laughing at the same time. It was doubly irritating. I yelled at them some more, but they refused to answer me. And they kept on laughing. Eventually I gave up and settled on the floor. It was slimy too.
After a time, silence descended upon the dungeon. â€œSo will you at least tell me the plan for escape?â€ I asked gruffly. I was trying to sound gruff.
Another freaking giggle. â€œWho said anything about escape?â€
Why yes, I am abusing my power via stickying this. Muwahaha.