“Why in god’s name would you want to come down here, in the blistering heat?” Logue asks. “Well I mean, I don’t know. I felt a call to come down to this part of the dungeon for some reason.” I replied, my eyes darting around the corridor. Logue mumbled something I couldn’t hear. “What did you say?” I ask, curious. “Nothing.” Logue grumbled.

As we turned the corner, a massive face met us. “Fuck!” I screeched, almost turning back. “Porcelain, wait.” Logue called out. I peered around the corner. Logue was walking towards the face. I slowly walked towards Logue. 

The face seemed to be mad. Its eyes quite literally were on fire, red hot coals. Its mouth was wide open, almost as if it was screaming when it was frozen.

“I think it’s a door.” Logue called. “What? I’m not going through there.” I said, sitting down. “It’s the only way.  The way we came from is blocked, remember?” Logue asked. “Ohhh. Do we really have to? What if it eats us?” I asked. “This is why I hate new Dungeon Divers.” Logue mumbled, talking to himself. “It is the only way out. If you want to stay that's fine-” Logue started. “I don’t want to stay here!” I screeched as a spider crawled up my leg. “Logue help, Logue!!” I screamed, running around him. He looked at me as if I was crazy. “Help!!” I screamed. “Stop running god damn it!” Logue called. I stopped, and Logue plucked the pesty spider out of my fur. “Thank you.” I sighed, and walked through the mouth.