Obstacle 45. Glass Houses
So I’m just a head moseying around. Got nothing to do waiting for them to come get me. Wait. I think I found something. Yes. The audio controls for the lair. Feralis has an enchantment for music. I wonder what’s on her wedding list? This is too good to pass up. I’ve got to play it for her. Heheheheheh
“So I met Fenrir today… I thought we’d get along because I’m a nature god and all but he tried to bite me. Instantly. Bad dog.” Feralis recounts.
Oh! It’s better than I thought!!!
But forget this let’s put on something I like to listen to… some pop music?
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“Did I just hear that?” Corin asks aloud. The voice of Feralis could be heard as if broadcast through a loudspeaker through the dungeon.
“Yes you did.” Locke replies.
“Who was that?” Nora replies.
“Idk, sounds funny though.” Corin replies.
Locke, love, I want to know your favorite pop band. I want you to listen to it while you evade death.
“Well this isn’t good.” Locke states aloud.
“What's going on?” Nora asks.
“She wants to be a dj for the occasion. She said pop music.” Locke replies.
“Oh she is evil.” Corin retorts.
“Pop music?” Nora inquires
“You’ll see…” Locke replies back.
I’m more of a classical rock kinda guy I guess. Locke thinks to themself.
See now you’re in the game. Not so lame is it? Hmmm I hate rock too old school. I love the classics though. Pop. It just pops ya know?
Classic pop music of the 50’s starts playing throughout the dungeon.
“I swear to the lord if I die to this music I’ll haunt you forever.” Corin declares to Locke.
“I’ll kill myself before I let myself die to this.” Locke replies.
Locke can hear head cackling.
“I kinda like it.” Nora states.
They both shoot her daggers.
“What?” Nora asks Corin and Locke, shaking their heads in disapproval.
Corin lifts her finger before her mouth and flinches then decides not to speak.
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Tye and Brent are dumbfounded.
“Dude… I’ve left home and gone to another dimension and my angry grandparents are forcing me to listen to their shit music. I’m in hell!” Tye screams!
The chicken can be heard sobbing on Brent’s shoulder.
“It’s okay Bob, we hate it too.” Tye consoles.
“Brent there’s gotta be a way to get this shit outa here.” Tye states.
The chicken hiccups and manages to add in “there is actually. This is my place. There is a door over there. It’ll take us to the secondary control room.”
“Why is there a secondary control room?” Tye asks.
“Because I need a control room for the wedding stuff and I needed a master control room to keep the bugs at bay. They sleep to a certain frequency. If you change it, they'll wake up and start swarming.” Bob replies back.
“What the fuck there is more shit trying to kill us in here?!” Tye complains.
“Well it’ll be a good thing because the lizards are coming from the basement. They’ve an army too. They want to kill your giant friend and your glasses friend.” Bob states.
“What?! What did they do?” Tye asks incredulously.
“They killed one of their kin. The white alligator. He was a little off but he was a nice guy. You just didn’t get to know him.” Bob replies.
“Gimme a break he was gonna eat me.” Tye shoots back.
“Miss understood. Poor guy. I wish I had all my power. I'd have been able to avoid that.” Bob confesses.
“Well, let’s get through this door and change this fuckin music. If I gotta hear Bobby Darin one more time I’ma’ shoot myself.” Tye states.
“Just be careful these doors aren’t designed to be used by humans, you might feel a little weird going through them. I’m trying to make it not as bad but you’ll feel a pinch.” Bob states.
“Will we die?” Tye replies.
“That’s a technical question I’m not prepared to answer entirely.” Bob replies.
“Shut up and let’s go. I’d rather die than put up with this shit any longer.” Tye screams.
They charge through the door and fall into a dark control room. Reminiscent of like vines meets nature. But technology. A sub woofer.
“Yes.” Tye states as he hugs the machine. Device. Finally something nice. Let me show you something Tye thinks to himself.
Grabbing Brent’s phone.
“Do you have a usb port?” Tye replies.
“Just plug it in.” Ferralis(nature god)(Bob) states as a vine sprouts with a usb connection.
“Whatever” Tye says as he rolls his eyes over the ridiculousness of everything in this stupid place. Plugging the cord into Brent’s phone and shifting through the music selection… Hmmmm… Let me see here…
Dark demonic dubstep Nordic metal
The place begins to shake as a buzzing sound can be heard beyond the music. As the insects have been awoken. And are being rilled up to swarm. Locusts.
“Well, that’s exciting.” Tye states hearing the vibration of the buzzing from below them.
“We don’t have much time. We have to hurry to the main control room or they’ll kill all of us.” Bob states.
“What?!” Tye shouts back, scrambling towards Brent.
“The locusts are smart but they don’t think. They’re more mechanical. They’re dones. They’ll attack anything that’s not supposed to be here.” Bob states.
“Well aren’t you supposed to be here?” Tye asks back.
“Well, they’ve a queen and at the moment I’m a chicken. They’ve their own will. I simply lulled them into hibernation. They are simply a misunderstood creature. They’re beautiful can’t you see?” Bob replies.
“You’ve got problems. I can’t solve them let’s get the fuck outa here.” Tye states. Brent picks the chick up and puts it back onto his shoulder as they open yet another door to get to the main control room. A secret passageway, it’ll take them a moment but it’s direct. Discret. They’ll be able to plan…
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I hate bugs! Head screams. She really hates noisy things like that. The skittering. The wings and the crunching. Yuck. Makes her wanna vomit. Not her kind of butchering. And this noise. Dubstep?! Damnit Tye… I hate dubstep.