The Tale of Monster and Phantom (Gaff) Aug 29, 2020 4:40:46 GMT -6
Post by Vocado on Aug 29, 2020 4:40:46 GMT -6
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There it was again. That loss of memory.
Vocado blinked harshly, adjusting to the light as he blearily scanned his surroundings. He wasn't in a cave anymore, that much was certain. Where he'd ended up, though, seemed so very surreal. Like something out of a horror story, or the terribly-written twist ending to a drama novel. Shifting his weight a bit, he realized he was laying on a bed of spikes carved from stone, each of them razor-sharp and quite tall.
"Oh, of all the..."
What was odder still was that he was completely fine. No punctured skin or gushing blood. Hell, even his armor (which he didn't remember changing into) was still good as new. Floating up and away, he noticed that this was seemingly designed as a trap of some sort. A trail leading up one of Hell's many mountains had a rather large hole, which had been covered by an unconvincing gray tarp. The bed of spikes lay hidden beneath, and judging by their dust-ridden edges, not many had fallen for the ruse. Had he fallen in on purpose?
Hell was turning out to be one of his least favorite places. Was he blocking out these memories of his own volition, or was some sort of hex placed on him? Hopefully when he found the answer he'd remember it, assuming he hadn't already deciphered the mystery.
Landing at the edge of the hole, he gave his surroundings a good once-over just to be sure. Wherever he was, it seemed he wasn't too far from the peak. Nothing wrong with seeing where his blackout was taking him, right? With a casual hop, Vocado landed on the opposite side of the trap, and ascended the mountain trail.
Whether or not he'd reach the peak without interruption, however, was up to fate...