Monster's Curse

Tame opened up the shoot and took a deep breath in. He almost had a feeling this corridor was made specifically to screw with someone or tire them out just so this creature could kill them easily. And without my equipment, becoming one big bruise sounds better then becoming a charcoal briquette. He thanked the beings above for the shoot being big enough and cursed everything else for forcing him down this way.

The chute banked a few times, but despite smacking straight against something, it didn’t hurt. Before he ever had enough time to question this though, he would start sliding again and attempting to slow himself anew. Only once he had fallen what he guessed was hundreds of feet did the tunnel end and he found racing feet first at the exit. He braced himself and exited the darkness into bright light.

He sat there for a moments, blinking. All around him was pink. Soft, and pink. He breathed a sigh of annoyance, only to find one of the feathers shift because of it and jab him in the eye. “Damnit!”

He jumped to his feet, sending feathers everywhere. There was more though, a whole kennel in fact of the annoying little things. Fortunately, they were only knee deep, so trudging through the pool wasn’t all that difficult and made Tame feel even stupider when he finally took in everything else in the room.

The pink theme didn’t stop with the feather pit. No, walls were coated in the obnoxious color, but it started to make sense to him as he took note of small rocking chairs, building blocks, and even a tiny, wooden carriage that sat on the ground. It did look time had taken its toll on the poor thing though as it appeared to be on the verge of breaking apart by the slightest breeze.

Tame scanned the room, carefully trying to inspect what he could from there. There aren’t any signs of traps, but you never really know with places like this. His eyes swiveled to his right and widened at the sight of a door. He almost made the mistake of stepping away from his safe spot, but stopped, only to put his hoof on a ball he hadn’t seen.

Bam!

The shock of the rubber bursting caused him to high knee and fall back before slamming into the ground. For a moment he held his breath, silent as he listened for whatever noises might come. None did so, and slowly the breath escaped him. If this place was booby trapped, this would have been a perfect place to set them up.

Tame yawned as he got back up, spying one of the small cots in the room. Another glance at the door got him to start chewing on his lower lip as temptation warred against practicality.

Stay and rest?

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