It doesn't have a title. So without futher ado...
And that's all she wrote. So far. Tell me what you think, have at, and all that good stuff. Don't worry about my ego, it'll recover eventually.She giggled.
“What are you giggling for? I can’t see a bloody thing.â€
Another giggle. “Of course you can’t, stupid. What did you expect?â€
She was annoying as hell. “You’d think they’d at least give us some light down here.â€
“It’s a dungeon. That would defeat the purpose.â€
“Why would that defeat the purpose?†I shouted, feeling my hand along the wall to explore. The experience showed that it was a small dungeon. Small and slimy. I automatically moved to wipe my hand on my shirt, only to remember that it was gone. The thought pissed me off, it had been my favorite shirt.
“...and the dark also adds to the spooky atmosphere of being thrown into the dungeon,†she was saying. She was obnoxiously hard to ignore.
I figured it would be a good time to interrupt her. “This is your first time being thrown in a dungeon, isn’t it?â€
She sounded dejected about being interrupted. Good. “Sure, but that makes it all the more exciting!†the girl blurted. If only she knew how ridiculous she sounded.
I felt my way around the small slimy room again to the bench I had discovered on my first trip around. I sat on something soft and squishy. “What the hell? When did you get there?â€
“Get where?â€
The soft, squishy thing struggled and oofed a few more times before I realized I had sat on someone else in the dungeon. “Who the hell are you?†I yelled, springing off it.
“That’s a good question,†a male voice replied.
I decided he was annoying too. “Where did you come from? I didn’t run into you when I first looked around!â€
The girl giggled again. The guy gave a small laugh too and said, “Looking won’t do you much good down here, you can’t see anything. But perhaps you just weren’t looking hard enough.†Oh yeah, he was really annoying.
“I felt around the entire room and you weren’t here before!†I yelled. He pissed me of nearly as much as losing my shirt.
There was a tone of smugness to his reply that further ticked me off. “Yes I was,†he said. “Hey who is this guy anyway?â€
She giggled yet again. Damn her and her accursed giggling! “Just some stupid guy who got himself caught with me. I don’t think he did it on purpose.â€
“I think you’re right, he sounds rather clueless. Either way, it shouldn’t interfere with our plans.â€
“Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem.â€
“You two know each other? You can’t have gotten yourselves caught on purpose! What the hell is this plan?â€
The two of them burst out laughing at the same time. It was doubly irritating. I yelled at them some more, but they refused to answer me. And they kept on laughing. Eventually I gave up and settled on the floor. It was slimy too.
After a time, silence descended upon the dungeon. “So will you at least tell me the plan for escape?†I asked gruffly. I was trying to sound gruff.
“Escape?â€
Another freaking giggle. “Who said anything about escape?â€
Why yes, I am abusing my power via stickying this. Muwahaha.