Ancient Scrolls of Chris

Hall of Discards

Benny-bat flaps his wings--you are somehow shrunken on the shoulder of his right wing, holding on for dear life. You all float in the direction of the Hall of Discards. After five minutes of flying up and down and diagonally through the tunnels, Chris whines,

"Dudes we are lost." He fingers tighten around the bridge of his nose, trying to clear up a stress-headache. As he does this, his grip on Benny-bat loosens and he falls off.

"No," the other Chris remaining on the left shoulder of Benny-bat exclaims and he falls off to catch his buddy.

"Imbiscles!"

Benny-bat drops to catch both Chrises with his bat feet. When you hover close enough to the floor he lets you climb gently off. The moment your feet and the other Chrises' feet touch ground the three of you expand back to normal size. Benny however, keeps his bat form and continues to fly. Although you have grown back to normal size, you begin to sink into the loose mud beneath you. It takes a moment for you to realize this. From behind you, you hear a monstrous screeching. Undead Chris volunteers to fly ahead while Benny-bat stays behind with the rest of you. As soon as Undead Chris leaves, he comes back saying,

"Another dead end."

The screeching grows louder.

"Wait," Benny-bat pauses mid-flap, and swirls down to the ground growing back to his human form.

"This quicksand, it is the way."

"What? Man, are you crazy?! No way dude!" Chris still squeezing the bridge of his nose complains.

"I'm not crazy, I'm brilliant," Benedict boasts and swan dives into the quicksand.

You, like the unconvinced Chris, are sinking in horror and are doubting Benedict's theory.

"Well, we can't leave him," the other Chris bravely states.

"Well, I'm not sinking--"

"I will try," Undead Chris's mist form easily passes through the quicksand.

"Come on, bro," the other Chris soothes.

"Fine, fine." Chris throws his hands up in surrender and lets the mud rise up over his face. Seeing this, you do the same and take a deep breath.

You find that you don't have to hold your breath for very long and you land into a grandiose hallway with mold oozing from the wall paper.

"Is this?"