Airship to Airship

"Phht. 'There's you're Excitement!' They said. 'Thanks for jinxing it!' They said..." Gilda scouted through Main Street. "Nothing's even here!" She sat down, leaning on a wall that was barely standing. "It's as boring here as it is in the airship..." A loud roaring sound emitted from the other side of the 4 foot wall as a small, maybe 2 feet with a dog-like posture, black demon with blood-red eyes jumped over the wall, as well as Gilda, landing in front of her, totally clueless of her presence. "Oh look! It's so cute!" It turned to look at her, growled, and lunged at her, claws ready for tearing apart flesh. She quickly rolled to the left, landing in a action-ready position as the demon bash it's head into the cement wall, making it fall over slowly. It quickly got up and lunged at her again as she flew over it, throwing her knife accurately into it's head. "I didn't want to kill something as cute as you, Devil." She then walked up to it, put her left claw on it's head, and her right wiggled her knife out of it's now-agape skull. "Well, that was boring..." Gilda scoffed and continued walking.

The whole time, Thisle was watching through his scope. "That was awesome as hell!" She commented on Gilda's performance. "Maybe I should've shot the demon for her..."

Suddenly, a claw grabbed her mouth, rendering her mute as a Griffin-like shape bashed her head in with a bottle, knocking her out.

"Goddamn useless sniper. What the hell, man? I was like, owning that demon's ass, but that dosn't mean you can't shoot it for me you asshole!" Gilda talked to herself and rolled her eyes. "Where am I? Probably should have grabbed a map... I'm on the corner of Main Street and Barkly." She pulled out her radio. "Thisle, come in Thisle, I need a update on my position."

"Your little friend is with us now." A male-like voice with what seemed to be a voice filter stated, followed by a 'BAM!', then static.

"Great, now I have to go save Thisle's ass..." She grunted. "Where the hell could he have gone...? That dipshit... Guess we're starting with house one." She opened the rotten door, after banging on the wall, it slips off it's hinges and falls onto the floor with a *thud* accompanied by dust flying upwards and into her face. The darkness omitting from the basement consumed most of the room, making the room barely visible. The only visible things where a desk with a broken glass cover, a moldy, unfrosted cake, and a banner reading '60th Anniversary of Sugarcube Corner!'.

This perplexed her, as the Sugarcube Corner she remembers was nothing like this.