'Allo! I'm going straight back to good ole' Jimmy and someone while I figure out the next part of Pirate and Parrot! (sorry) _:)
Good news, this one is really cool and I like this one a lot! (again, I like them all a lot, so not saying much).
For those who like the whole dungeon exploration feeling though, you might enjoy this one a lot!
Art is by It's Hybbart on Tumblr (I'm a big fan of them, love their art!!)
Tw: uhhhh, Jimmy almost gets attacked/backstabbed? Oh, and death.
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The Guide led the adventurer down, down, ever down, through twists and turns, navigating the seemingly endless labyrinth with practiced ease. At first, the adventurer was grateful for the Guide's assistance, excited even, to explore with a friend. But little by little, as the days passed and time was lost to the ceaseless sounds of footsteps on the hard-packed ice, the adventurer grew bitter. Anger started to creep over his mind, directed at the Guide, who said nothing and answered no questions, only leading the way forward. His fury boiled and broiled, bubbling just under the surface until one day, it burst.
In a sudden fit of rage, the adventurer drew his sword to strike at the Guide's unprotected back. But before the adventurer could touch him, a short, cheerful chime sounded, and a nearby wall of ice split down the middle. The two newly formed walls (door, the adventurer realized) rumbled open, rasping and screeching, to reveal a staircase sloping down into ominous darkness. The adventurer temporarily froze, wracking his brain fearfully to try and remember where this staircase went. The Guide knew, however, and made a delighted chirping noise. He flapped his wings, shot forward, and swiftly disappeared into the gloom, letting out happy chirps as he did so. As soon as he crossed the threshold, the doors started to scrape shut.
The adventurer gathered his courage and dashed through the entryway, just barely avoiding being crushed by the giant, thick, and impenetrable doors. They rasped shut behind him and sealed with a great rumble. The adventurer flinched at the sound, trying to ignore the finality of the noise, then shook himself like a dog, trying to shake off the sudden fear and nerves. He took a long, steadying breath, exhaled lingeringly, and then started down the long, dimly lit, and oddly straightforward staircase. It was one long corridor, with no doorways, halls, or passages along it. It was a strange path to be in a labyrinth, and the adventurer grew ever more uneasy.
It was as if he walked forever, but eventually, the long hall opened up into a cavernous chamber. Against the opposite wall hung a black banner, with a blue flame insignia. Underneath the banner stood a throne made of ice, and on that throne lounged the Dungeon Master, a strange pale creature. His hair blazed blue and seemed to be made of flickering fire. The pupils of his narrowed eyes glowed the same hue (but maybe the narrowness was an illusion, caused by the whites of his eyes being not white, but black). He was clothed in a long black robe, embroidered with silver and blue. Flicking by his feet curled a long, whip-like tail tipped by a flame the same shade as his hair.
On top of the throne crouched none other than the Guide, preening his yellow wings comfortably. The adventurer felt a stab of betrayal at the Guide's relaxed nature in the lair of the Dungeon Master. The Guide had never been so relaxed around the adventurer. In his anger, the adventurer forgot about his betrayal attempt, as well as any caution. He burst into the throne room, shouting wordless anger at the Guide. The Dungeon Master slowly turned his head and looked at the adventurer, his eerie black-and-blue eyes never blinking. He opened a mouth filled with sharp teeth and scowled at the adventurer. Then, the Dungeon Master started to speak, his voice raspy and filled with controlled rage.
"Oh yes, go ahead. Rant about how my Guide wronged you, how he betrayed you. You, who dared try and do him harm." With every word, his hair flared brighter. Soon, it was glowing brighter than a bonfire. The adventurer trembled at the raw fury in the Dungeon Master's voice, the sword and shield clattering nervously in his grip. His bravado was shattered by the Dungeon Master's display of rage, and he turned to the Guide, reaching out his arms and pleading. The Guide spared him a glance, eyes as impassive as ever, then turned away and went back to preening.
The adventurer shouted angrily, his fear overshadowed again by betrayal. In his fury, he chucked his sword at the Guide. It was the last thing he ever did. The Dungeon Master moved faster than the adventurer thought possible, catching the sword, zipping down to the adventurer's side, and slicing off his head in one clean movement.
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Tango stood for a moment, panting as he tried to corral his breathing into a rhythm. When he'd calmed down, he sighed, his tense shoulders slumping and the fire in his head settling back down into hair. Jimmy hopped down from the throne and hurried to his side, talons click-clacking on the ice floor. He settled a gentle hand on Tango's shoulder, and the Dungeon Master melted into the Guide's soft touch. "How could he hurt you? Why did he even try?" Tango muttered, more wondering aloud than actually seeking an answer. Jimmy shrugged, taking Tango's hand and gently tugging him away from the corpse. Some people will hurt others for no reason. He signed as they walked up the pedestal and settled on the throne.
Tango sighed again but allowed himself to relax. "Well, he's dead now, so he can't hurt you." He stated, twirling a finger and carving a circle in the ice, dropping the circle and the body resting on it down a hole into a deeper part of the dungeon. Jimmy nodded, butting his head gently against Tango's arm.
Are there any other challengers you want me to guide? He asked, reaching into his pocket and taking out a new wick, to replace the burnt one in his lantern. Tango didn't even check, grabbing Jimmy's arm and pulling him down into his lap. "Nope. You're staying right here. Your cuddles are about the only thing keeping me from rampaging right now, so I need you to just stay here and hug me." He mumbled into Jimmy's feathers. Jimmy rolled his eyes, but smiled, petting Tango's hair soothingly. There there, fearsome Dungeon Master. He signed fondly.
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I'm planning on a short prequel, but again, I needs must think more on it, so that'll probably come out a little bit later.
On the bright side, I have another long-ish oneshot that's still in the works, and'll probably come out very soon :D
Love ya, sleep, drink water :3
- Vee
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