Chase had already cleaned most of the small chambers, on what he had assumed was the eastern side of the dungeon.
He had seen plenty of strange things in the twenty minutes of being down there.
After the first ten, he had to rip out another piece of his shirt just to stick it up his nose.
The smell had gotten so bad, that he wished that he could've been eaten by the Hollow.
He threw his head back with a sigh, as he took a sip from his canteen that was nearly empty.
All he could get out of it was a couple of room temperature drops of water. Which wasn't actually room temperature, mainly because the room he was in was so damn hot.
He was leaning against one of the caged off walls, when he looked ahead to notice a dim torch light in the distance.
A frown made its way onto his dry lips.
He looked down at his rag, that had turned to a dark green. Basically meaning that he needed something to clean with.
Eventually, the torch started to come closer.
Poppy emerged from the light, and set down the bucket.
She glanced at him for a moment, a look of sadness appearing on her face.
Chase's frown grew larger, as he realized that the flame on her torch was slowly growing dimmer.
She looked down at his rag, and then at his tattered shirt.
"What happened to you?"
"You left with all of the cleaning supplies..."
Chase responded.
"Oh..."
He raised an eyebrow at the strange reaction, and then looked at the torch again.
"I'll trade you?"
He held out his free hand, summoning another ball of flames.
She took a second, before finally nodding.
Handing him one of the mops in the bucket, he took it gratefully. Then he stood up, and stepped scarcely close to her.
Holding out his flames, he hesitated.
"What?"
She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Even though the cloth in his nose had been quite good at blocking the smell of rotting corpses, it had suddenly gotten so strong that he almost couldn't bare it anymore.
"Uh."
He backed away for a moment.
"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier... And well everything."
She mumbled quietly, her gaze lowering to the ground.
That was it, that was the fatal flaw that Chase had made and he had known the moment he showed hesitation.
He let out a saddened sigh.
"Damnit."
Then his worst fears dawned on him, as Poppy's normally beautiful face turned morbid. Her teeth revealed themselves as a terrible row of deathly fangs.
Her jaw extended into an inhumanly big mouth, and then Chase was consumed by an eternal darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, he was falling.
Realizing he wasn't dead, he his head nearly spun around. His heart was screaming in his chest, and he might have also been screaming as well.
The world was black, and full of endless darkness.
For a moment, he thought that he was being cast down to hell. He almost accepted it, and was ready to bare his eternal punishment.
That was until, he heard a faint growling within his soul.
Chase started to panic now that he had confirmation that he wasn't dead.
He was trying his best not to hyperventilate as a raging wind blew into his face furiously.
Then directly below him, something came into view.
He couldn't tell if it made it worst, or better. The fact that he was about to plummet head first into what appeared as a sea of blood.
Now Chase was fully consumed by terror, screaming as the vast expanse of red grew larger.
SPLASH!
When he landed, he felt pain surge through his entire body.
It was not necessarily a sea of blood that he had landed in, just a small pond of it.
Which made it worst, considering that he might have broken every single bone in his body.
He let out a muffled groan, as he swiftly lifted his head out of the blood the moment he regained consciousness.
"Ow!"
He screamed, as he looked down at his arm that had been bent completely backwards.
Although he couldn't see it, he knew that his leg had been brutally wounded as well. Terrible flashbacks shot through his pain induced mind.
Then he felt two arms wrap around him from behind, as he flailed and thrashed side to side, trying to break free of the grip.
"Stop it!"
The voice that had been trying to pull him away seemed familiar, but he had made that mistake once already.
"No! Not again!"
He managed to get out, before a hand covered his mouth.
The monster pulled him out of the pond of blood, and surprisingly set him down on his back.
Feeling the cold ground against the back of his head, his vision had already began to blur.
Then he seen pinkish hair directly above him.
That was it, he was going to be eaten again.
He prayed that his father wasn't watching over him at this very moment in time, out of embarrassment.
Out of everything he had endured, he was going to be eaten by a mimic.
Then he felt a terrible snap in his injured arm but before he could let out another scream a hand covered his mouth again, muffling his yell.
"Stop yelling, It's me!"
She yelled, which for some reason Chase found quite funny.
"You're a hypocrite!"
He tried to mumble through her hand, but it must have sounded like gibberish to her.
His vision has started to come back, revealing Poppy sitting next to him while holding some sort of liquid in a glass bottle.
She lifted her hand off of his lips.
"Drink."
She demanded, holding the bottle above his lips.
Her ivory hair had been dyed a strange pink, making Chase assume that she had landed in the same blood-filled pond.
Poppy's face looked terribly pale, much more then it usually did. He thought about how it didn't go well with the eye bags, as he opened his mouth to drink the strange orange liquid.
As it dripped into his mouth, he felt a strange euphoric sensation radiating through his arm and leg.
Then came an even worse pain, that was followed with a snap in his injured leg.
"Son of a-"
She had to cover his mouth again.
Once the pain resided, he used his good arm to push his upper body up.
The first thing he did was look at the damage done to his body, and sure enough a terrible scar was resting in the middle of his forearm.
He tried not to gag, and figured it was best not to look at his leg either.
After a moment of silence, Poppy's expression had grown distant. Neither of them really wanted to speak, but Chase eventually broke the silence assuming that they would have probably just died of starvation before actually talking to each other.
"Where are we?"
She shrugged.
"No clue. Mimics are supposed to chew their food before they eat it. This one is different..."
Her voice trailed off, as her eyes spotted something in the distance that made her hand grab his.
Slowly turning his head, he realized just how screwed they were.