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Sweety Pouncer
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You imagine for anybody else this maze would have been difficult, life threatening even.
Not for you, you knew from the second you stepped foot into these Halls you were in full control.
A voice gurgles out from behind you
"Straight ahead"
This is gonna be a piece of cake. You pass by the first turn at a brisk pace, an almost excited chattering tickles your ears.
A sharp right followed by a flight of stairs, a flight of empty stairs after an empty corridor. An intense feeling of dread washes over you.
Where were the bones ... Where did that voice come from.
In a moment of panic you break out into a full sprint nearly tripping over the arm of something. The corridor gradually growing more and more cluttered with bones, your footing becoming unsteady and uncertain.
It was a trap ... you were never in control.
Veering around a corner you finally see them, spirits in pieces. Legs besides torsos, heads besides bodies, a puzzle of pure chaos.
They all shout out, shouts of warning, of panic, of fear, but with so many trying to speak at once their words become a jumbled mess.
You feel something grab a hold of your leg sending you flying to the ground with a heavy thump, the sound of breaking bones piercing the air.
Your mind goes numb, chest tightening in fear, you peer up through blurry eyes.
A hand reaches out from the darkness, and then another, and another. A form pulls itself around the corner, fingers digging into gaps between the heavy stone walls, mandibles chattering excitedly, body held high off of the bones you rest upon.
You attempt to move but feel a weight upon your back.
"Stay down! Don't move!" the voices cry out in unison.
The many limbed things chattering turns to clicks and squeaks. It climbs closer and closer stopping every few seconds, listening, waiting. A shiver runs down your spine as it makes its way over you.
You're safe. You hope.
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