80 80 Broken Through (2/2)

The image of a white and blue light pierce the rocks she was just punching sobered her up immediately. She ushered everyone over and continued punching, her fists bleeding but she didn't care. With each punch a slab of the wall would fall, and a new source of light would be made.

The team was becoming more and more excited for the upcoming event. They didn't care what happened next, they just wanted out of here.

As soon as a hole big enough for a person to walk through was made, Striga turned around and smiled at the crew. Everyone but Donis smiled back, who looked beyond bewildered when Striga just jumped through the dimensional light in front of them.

Donis saw the ”wall” behind the rocks. It was made of a dancing show of white and blue lights, constantly whirling and whirring just like the whirlpool inside the main room, but at a far faster pace. So many questions rose and fell with each second, yet he knew he couldn't ask them right now, as everyone was waiting for him to jump through.

With a fearless step, he was through.

It was like the initial step he took to get into the Temple. He felt no change, no variance, nothing. Though when he opened his eyes, he knew that he definitely was out of the trap, and into the mouth of the beast.

The room unlike the other one wasn't a calming, serene scene, but it was a horrific show of what animalistic instincts and no way out can do to anything.

A large room, 20m upwards, and 40m long and wide was right before them. With each second passing by more and more of the crew had made it through, though nothing Donis or Striga could say would prepare them for what's ahead of them.

”This... is new...” sighed Striga questioningly.

The room was like the personification of the weird edgy kid people grew up with. There were black leather straps everywhere. Metal studs, and black chairs, black table covers, and black curtains. It was like taking a peek inside a very edgy bdsm love-room. Yet there were hints of a dining hall here, with banquet tables, and chairs filling everything in sight.

They weren't sure if they were being welcomed, or if they were going to be stuck inside a kink fetish. There were paintings of nude monsters and people in the most awful and weird machinery, positions and covered in liquids Donis didn't want to know the origin of.

A single humanoid figure was sitting atop the throne at the back of the room, clearly unaware of the intruders existence, just happily whistling away as it played with itself in the nude.

”No, this cannot be real?” said Morick.

”Oh but it is dear friend, it is,” said Jimmy, horrified.

”Do... do we interrupt it?” asked John, clearly still shook.

”What, the fucking thing over there that's playing with himself?” snarled Rona in a hushed tone.

”No, the fucking chairs, who else?” quietly barked back Cypher.

”Okay calm down, we need to figure out what to do with that stupid little green thing over there!” commanded Striga.

”Can... can I do it?” asked Jimmy.

”You want to stop that thing from yanking his chain?” asked Rona confused.

”Duh, this will either be the worst death imaginable, or hilarious, and I like my odds right now. He's tiny! He's short too!” Jimmy laughed a little too hard.

”Uh.. go for it,” laughed Striga, taking a seat on the hardwood floor, which was also black.

Jimmy cleaned up his clothes a little bit, walked around the benches all quietly and pulled himself a seat. Upon placing his butt down, and his feet up, he cleared his throat and got the attention of the green goblin looking thing.

”Oh great wanker, your constant rubbing of the magic lamp has summoned me, Jimmy!”

”He's actually the dumbest man I've ever met,” sighed Rona.