Chapitre 102: Dungeons Are Fun
I had finished climbing my way out of the well-hidden deathtrap and began moving deeper into the dungeon.
Though I have absolutely no clue if I am heading deeper.
{You are.} The Gods answered.
I raised an eyebrow at the statement, as I had not said anything in my mind.
{We're Gods, we have our ways.}
"You know, privacy is a basic human right." I said.
{And Gods have the right to deny you that right.} They snapped back.
I raised my hand to protest that statement, but I immediately lowered it knowing that I would lose the argument.
And so I just walked forward.
As I walked towards the end of the hallway I felt my foot fall through another piece of the floor, and I immediately leaned my body backwards, essentially pulling myself away from what I assumed to be another spike filled pit.
I breathed out a relieved sigh after I was sure I was standing on solid ground.
"That was a little too close for comfort." I said with relief clear in my tone.
{That was rather comfortable compared to your last encounter with a pit though.} The Gods added.
I nodded my head at the remark, knowing fully well how close to dying I was earlier.
And then I realized something that both made me want to laugh and cry at the same time.
'I'm considering nearly dying as an everyday occurence.' I thought with a grimace. 'What has my life become?'
{Entertaining, for one.} The Gods said with a hint of humor.
'And I hate you all the more for it.'
{And we love you just as much, honey.}
My entire body flinched at the sweet tone the Gods were using.
'Never again.' I thought to myself. 'Never again.' I repeated with a shudder.
{Fine...} The Gods said with a sad tone.
I shook my head and simply tried my best to forget... something.
'Did something happen earlier?' I mentally questioned myself.
{Yes.} The Gods answered.
'Do I want to remember?' I asked.
{Based off of how you forcefully forgot it?} The Gods asked in return. {Probably not.}
I just nodded in acceptance.
And so I began walking again.
And proceeded to fall straight into the hole I avoided a moment ago.
As I was falling I had one thought in my head:
'Was this what I forgot?'
{Part of it.} The Gods explained.
'And you didn't warn me because...?' I questioned further.
{Comedic value?} They answered with a hint of uncertainty. {Maybe because we just wanted you to suffer?}
I tossed my hook at the wall behind me to pull myself towards it while silently contemplating.
'I assume the reason is both.' I decided as my final answer.
{Ding ding ding, correct!} The Gods answered in their idea of a game show host's voice. {You win... a chance to spin the wheel of death!}
It took me a moment to process the words the Gods had just said, and even then it left me with a single response:
"Wait what?" I said in confusion.
{Look around and see if you see anything different.} The Gods replied. {Or hear, actually.}
And so I did, leading me to hear something that made me slightly scared:
The sound of a sawblade scratching against stone. A very fast sawblade.
And the sound was getting louder.
I looked around and saw nothing different than usual, which made me even uneasier.
At this point I was on high alert, my eyes darting around every which way in hopes of seeing whatever was making that horrid sound.
And then I saw it tear through the 'ceiling' of the pit I was still in.
It was a glowing ring of molten orange and yellow, spinning at speeds that made it seem to be ablaze from the sparks it shot off of itself.
And It was running down the wall opposite of me, on a course straight towards me.
"Oh shit." was all I could respond with.
{Are you going to get out of the way? Or are you just going to stand there and get bisected?} The Gods asked, snapping me out of my daze.
I immediately began climbing the wall with my hooks as fast as I could, reaching the 'ceiling' in moments.
I immediately continued upwards, and exited the pit I had been in for a good period of time.
I immediately decided to move to the other side of the pit so that I could get out of the way of the newly named 'spinning wheel of doom'.
{Whan did you decide that?} The Gods asked.
"just now." I answered. "So shut up and let me focus."
I could almost hear the Gods' jaws snap shut, a sound that satisfied me more than it should have.
I quickly snapped my eyes towards the ceiling of the hallway, a piece of the dungeon I was almost positive was solid enough to grab.
And so I used my hook to grab onto it, which, to nobody's surprise, failed spectacularly.
As I threw the hook at it, the ceiling crumbled into dust as well, leaving me in what I assumed to be an entire part of the dungeon that had been weakened to the point of no return.
And so I went with my last resort: The bee mount.
I pulled out the honeyed goggles and immediately shook them, as I heard the spinning wheel of doom approaching.
The bee appeared, and I immediately rushed to get onto it, tossing it its goggles as soon as it popped into existence.
The bee noticed my rather hurried movements and began their flight immediately.
It only took a few moments for them to reach the end of the deadly hallway, ut it came with a rather annoying side effect:
The walls had turned into a massive cloud of dust due to the force and speed of the bees wings, and it was impossible to see farther than a few feet.
"I can't tell-" I was cut off by a forced cough due to the dust. "-If this was a good idea or not."
I looked around the area I was in and noted a single thing about it:
"I can't see shit!" I remarked with slight annoyance.
{That's where your ears come in handy.} The Gods advised.
I decided that their suggestion was good, so I agreed to it and tried my best to listen to the surroundings.
What I heard was less than pleasing to me.
I could hear the rattling of countless bones, as well as the sound of several skeletons getting smashed by what I assumed to be those traps I saw when I was with the mechanic.
And the least pleasing part was the sound of sawblades on stone. Sawblades.
And they were coming from behind me.
"Well this is just pleasant, Isn't it?" I asked nobody in particular.
{We guess you could say you are stuck between a bone and a sharp place.} The Gods joked.
My gaze flattened.
"Not the time for jokes." I chided.
{Jeez, it's like you don't have a funny bone in you.}
I just pointedly ignored the terrible jokes of the Gods and walked into what I could only assume to be a fight.
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
Cold_Housefire
Cold_Housefire I did say that this would be out yesterday, but I'm just gonna say that I may or may not have gotten sidetracked about halfway through writing this chapter yesterday.
I'll try to have the chapters out after 3 days at most from now on since I feel like 4 is way too long of a wait for a 1000 word chapter.
I hope you enjoyed today's chapter.
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