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 Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 12:54 am
Arron nodded, catching the meaning of the word "toys". He blushed a bright red & followed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 1:00 am
This time, the slave led Arron behind the staircase, pausing shortly before opening the door that was hidden there.
"This door leads to the basement. I should warn you... this is the worst place in the house. It's the... dungeon." he explained with a bit of difficulty before taking hold of the door handle with a shaky hand.
"I'd... like to leave it quickly, if that's possible. Ah, but please don't feel the need to rush." He opened the door for Arron, and beyond it was a dark stairwell.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 1:19 am
He nodded, now equally nervous as he entered the room. He hit the light on his goggles so he would not run into anything.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 1:26 am
The slave turned on the lights once they'd reached the bottom of the staircase, and the dungeon became visible. It was as horrible as the slave had said it would be, with cold stone floors and sectioned off cells with barred walls. Shackles lined the innermost walls, and there were no windows or doors except the one they entered through. The lights that illuminated the dungeon were embedded in the floor, and one of them didn't turn on when the slave had hit the switch.
"That one has a new light bulb in it, but it doesn't turn on for some reason." he explained, staying by the door to the dungeon. This place was the source of several nightmares. Certainly there were other rooms with more torturous devices and toys, but the dungeon felt truly desolate and hopeless.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 6:56 am
He frowned & mumbled "It may h-have shorted out-t..." Arron walked over to it, trying to ignore the cells.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 3:16 pm
The dungeon was cold, and though it had light, it likely did not have any heat source. Luckily, there were no prisoners present at the time, or the experience surely would have been much worse. The slave shivered and hugged his sides to try to keep warm.
"Do you think... you can fix it?" he asked Arron through another shiver.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 3:34 pm
The mechanic was already getting to work. "I-I think I-I can," he said, "...but I-I need to turn th-this place off at th-the breaker so I-I won't get hurt."
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 3:34 pm
If the mechanic and slave are observant, they may notice that one of the cells seems to be strangely devoid of shackles and chains, instead having a small sticky note stuck onto the back wall that, if inspected, will read a simple: "I.O.U. -Mister Monster Guy"
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 3:44 pm
"Ah, of course. I can do that. Please wait here." the slave replied. He turned, but paused, spotting an empty cell with a curious I.O.U. on the wall. It took him a few moments of staring to even be sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.
"Mister Monster Guy? Ah... so long as you return them before they're missed..." he mumbled to himself before shaking his head and hurrying up the stairs.
It wasn't long before the lights in the dungeon all went out, and Arron was alone in complete blackness.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 3:55 pm
With the lights going out, Arron turned on the lights that were built into his goggles. He slid them down over his eyes & got to work. the young man had to take out a lot of wiring to see the problem.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 4:02 pm
The dungeon seemed even creepier with the lights out. It was silent, dark, and void of any life other than Arron himself. What may have been more worrying though was that as time wore on, the slave did not return. If he'd hurried like he did to turn off the breaker, then by that time he should have come back, but he hadn't.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 10:01 pm
Once Arron finished his work he looked around. "St-Steve?" he said not realizing that the slave had not returned. He left the basement & ascended the stairs calling for the slave as he did so.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 10:05 pm
There was no reply from the slave, and no sound at all coming from any of the rooms on the ground floor. The ceiling creaked directly above Arron's head, likely from the second floor. There were footsteps, and then silence, though it was unclear who they belonged to.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 10:06 pm
Having nothing to go on but the footsteps Arron went to the sound.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 10:14 pm
The upstairs was much like the downstairs, but had burgundy carpeted floors with an intricate pattern on them. Electric lights that resembled lanterns lighted the way down the hall, and had an eerie glow. There were a lot more rooms on the second floor than on the ground floor, with doors lining each wall. When Arron finally reached the room where the sound had been coming from, the door to the room was closed. A foreboding light slithered through the crack at the bottom of it with shadows passing across it to match the footsteps from within.
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