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(i wrote this when I was angry about someone calling me an AI for the THIRD FLIPPING TIME on the internet so that’s why she’s screaming internally lol)
Lol, so that explains why Huntress was angry.
Azalea
Huntress sat down on the stones and gave a death stare towards the man. “Now what? You gonna send us all into a pit of doom too?”
The Terror shook his head, “That is not my job. I ask the questions and put those I question in line. Please Azalea, join your friends over there. Don’t look so upset.”
Azalea realized her face had contorted with disgust and rage. She reluctantly settled on a stone and waited for the man to begin.
“My name is The Terror, and Rosalind has already met me. I did not harm her, if you were wondering. As I said, I only require information.”
Azalea glanced at Huntress and Rosalind, then back at The Terror. “We’ll cooperate if you get our friends back, unharmed. Do we have a deal?”
“I can’t promise they will not be hurt. But perhaps I can help you recover them.” The Terror smiled, and Azalea knew he was lying.
“You’re not going to do anything about them. So, I won’t answer any questions.”
“Then worse things will befall you and your friends. I won’t help you, and neither of you are leaving here.”
Azalea had seen this before. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. “Fine.”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Azalea
Huntress got to her feet. “First answer my question: where are the others? We came here with three men, two humans and an Argonite. They have to be here somewhere.”
“They are… Don’t worry too much about them. I assume my master is letting others have fun with them, or something like that.” The Terror gestured to a few large stones by Rosalind that Azalea didn’t remember seeing. “I told you both to sit down, unless you want me to force you. I only wish to have a conversation. It will all be as civilized as possible if you cooperate.”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Azalea
Huntress camouflaged, but the beast pricked its head up and launched to its feet in a matter of seconds, its eyes following Huntress’ movement. Azalea stopped paying attention to it as the cloaked man advanced a few steps towards her. Azalea readied her pistol on the man, switching safety off.
“Are you the one who took all those photos?” She asked, keeping a steady eye contact with the man.
“You won’t get any information out of me.” He responded, closing the distance between them as he brandished his sword. Azalea fired a shot, but the man disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Azalea barely had time to process this when his voice sounded behind her. “Drop the gun, or I will order my friend there to kill Rosalind.”
The white creature, who had been busy fighting Huntress, reared its head suddenly and knocked Huntress aside like a child throwing away his toy. It snatched Rosalind and readied its claws to strike.
“Fine.” Azalea muttered, the gun clattering to the ground. “Why do you want us, anyway? What makes us so special?”
“Nothing in particular. But you were chosen, and so you are here. Please sit down now, I have some questions for you both.”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Rosalind
“Why did he question me like that?” Rosalind asked the pale creature. She inhaled slowly, and let it out. “I… I don’t understand what he meant with everything he said. We never saw any other creatures. How could there be other people?”
“I… cannot tell… you much. My… master would… disapprove.”
“Who is your master?”
The pale creature did not respond.
“Could you at least tell me what exactly you are? The Terror never answered that question.”
“As… you wish. I once had… thoughts… and a mind of my own… I was much like… like yourself.”
“You were not human once… were you?”
The pale creature grunted.
“But… but how could… why…” Horror, mingled with disgust, filled Rosalind. “What events led to your condition?”
“I… dealt with… him.”
“Who is ‘him?'”
A rumbling noise emitted from the pale creature, as if it were laughing. “You… do ask… many questions.”
“Please answer me.” Silence met Rosalind’s request. “Is there any way to help you?” Does he even deserve help?
“You really don’t know when to keep quiet, do you?” Rosalind started. The Terror appeared by her side again. “Don’t look so surprised.”
He addressed the creature, “Have you been talking to this girl again? It’s no use doing that, she’s likely planning on manipulating you.”
The pale creature opened its mouth, then hesitated. A small rumbling sound interrupted it, and all eyes looked to see a hidden passage door slide open. Beyond it stood Azalea and Huntress.
Azalea caught sight of The Terror, and drew her pistol. “Step away from Rosalind.”
“Finally, they’ve found you. Half of them, at least.” The Terror stepped between Rosalind and the opening. He slid a sword, which had been veiled by his cloak, out from a scabbard. “Thank you both for coming. It was getting a little dull.”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Azalea
“I don’t know. That thing seemed more like an animal. All this is the work of a thinking creature.” Huntress said. “If they’re connected at all, I’d say the creature that took her was the pet of whoever this is.”
Azalea nodded, “Unless it’s putting on an act, but you’re probably right.” She glanced round again, then faced the way that they had come. “I wonder…” Azalea went out of the room and felt along the wall. Her fingers brushed a hard, round object. She pressed it, and a patch of the wall opened up, leading to another tunnel. “Here we go.”
Huntress and Azalea started on the tunnel’s path.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Okay!
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”You’ve returned!
Azalea
Huntress studied the pictures of her and Sniper on the walls. Azalea did the same of her own, and they all seemed to depict various moments in her entire life. They ranged from significant events such as when she first met Trevor and Rachel, to completely random ones, like one that showed her and Austin sitting at a cafe.
“Someone’s keeping tabs on us.” Huntress said. “But what do they want?”
Azalea pulled down an image. “Is this you?”
“Yeah.” Huntress said. “Yeah, that was just last year.”
Huntress inspected the image closer, then looked at Azalea. “See if you can find one of yourself and Trevor together. Maybe the most recent one you can remember. Or try finding Emmerich and Rosalind. Check if it’s got words on it.”
“Alright.” Azalea scanned the images, and spotted one of her and Trevor repairing a broken car together. She showed it to Huntress, “This one was from a few months ago. There’s writing on it, too.”
“What about Emmerich and Rosalind?”
A quick search ensued, and Azalea found a photo of both in a garden. “This one looks like it could be more recent, but it’s hard to tell with the dates…” She gave up trying to read it and handed it to Huntress. “Do you think the same thing that took Rosalind is the thing behind all of this?”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”nahh I like it!
Oh, that’s good. Thanks!
btw it’ll take a while for me to reply cause i’m currently on a road trip for my dad’s birthday.
Okay, thanks for letting me know. Have fun and happy birthday to your dad!
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Nooo, you self-sabotaged yourself!
For this next part, I’m kind of making stuff up, so if it’s not anything you like then it’s okay if you want to change it.
Azalea
“I hope so.” Huntress said, following Azalea down the tunnel. Both were deep in thought and had nothing to say.
A light appeared at the end of the tunnel, growing brighter as the two neared it. It grew so bright to the point where they shielded their eyes. Azalea and Huntress stepped into the room containing the light.
It took a moment for them to adjust to the light. Once they finally had, they stared all about them as alarm slowly rose within them.
Photos pasted the walls, depicting all different kinds of people, places and strange creatures the two had never seen before. Papers covered a few photos, where, scratched onto them in the handwriting style of a child, were names, birthdays, and other information about certain people.
“What is this place?” Azalea whispered, her heart beat quickening with dread. Her gaze fell on one group of photos: her and Trevor. She inhaled sharply; they had been taken practically anywhere they had gone, whether they were together or not.
Azalea scanned the room with an eye looking for something. She soon found these things. There were photos of Emmerich and Rosalind (which she didn’t know how that was possible) and Huntress and Sniper. There were photos that seemed more fresh of a fourth couple, but she didn’t recognize them. “What… what’s going on?”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Oof, thanks a lot KP.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Azalea
“Yeah. He’ll….be fine.” Huntress was clearly shaken, but did her best not to show it.
When Azalea asked what they should do, Huntress sighed. “I’m not sure.” She admitted. “We could keep going forward and hope they catch up eventually, or we could take our chances with the traps and try to find the boys.”
Based on personal experience, manipulating the traps would likely make things worse than before. Azalea wished Trevor were still there. She didn’t have half the confidence he had, or half the recklessness. Well, that part was probably a good thing.
“Maybe we should just keep going on.” Trevor would be fine. He had faced crazy things before, and this would be no different. “Maybe wherever the others are will lead to wherever this tunnel goes.”
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Azalea
“Sniper!” Huntress shrieked. Azalea watched in horror as he fell down a chasm that had torn open the ground behind Huntress and Azalea.
Huntress rushed to the edge of the chasm and peered over, once again calling Sniper’s name. It only echoed down without a response.
“Do you think he’s…” Azalea couldn’t finish the thought.
“Sorry, Huntress. Sniper’s tough, right? I’m sure he’s fine.” Azalea said, attempting a smile.
The reality of their situation crashed down on her: Rosalind was alone with some creature, Sniper was likely hurt, and Trevor and Emmerich had been whisked off to who knows where.
“What do we do now?”
idk i guess we could say he got grabbed by one of the animals and taken to the guy in charge or something.
Sounds good.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”That’s okay!
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Hey, you doing okay?
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”Trevor
Huntress pointed ahead. “There’s an exit this way, although I don’t know what it leads to. Be careful, we could be walking into a trap.”
The group followed her cautiously. The tunnel seemed to narrow round them, causing them to walk in a single file line. Trevor was feeling alright until he felt some sort of stone press down underneath his foot and knew that it was over.
A sound like a stone shifting echoed through the cave. Trevor realized what was happening about a second too late, and at that point he and Emmerich had been taken by a wall trap, flipping them to a new location.
A new sound filled their ears, one of a scuttling noise below them. Trevor peered over the precipice and gave a low whistle. “That’s a lot of bugs.”
Emmerich gazed down, and Trevor might have imagined it, but there seemed to be a flicker of fear. Trevor looked to the other side, and it was a long way across, to say the least. Well, this is gonna be interesting. He thought.
“He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings for to be on the fly.”
