Alright, I have found a precious internet connection, so I will post the next part!
The intense pain of hitting the lava was like nothing Dr. Fetus had ever felt. His tuxedo vaporized instantly, and the powerful metal in his suit began to bubble, slowly gaining in tempurature. The fluid in the jar was at such an incredible heat, and the temperature was rising so fast, Dr. Fetus was surprised he wasn’t dead yet. Nothing was right, he couldn’t tell left from wrong. Everything was pain, a burning, liquid pain, a scorching fire in his veins.
Suddenly, he felt something solid, something that wasn’t pure pain, and clung to it, clung to it with everything he had. He pulled, an instinctive reaction, to free himself from the horror of the lava...
And then it was over. He had hit one of the brimstone pillars and yanked himself out of the magma flow.
An impressive stream of expletives seemed to be echoing across the deadly ocean, making thinking difficult.
“Shut up!” he shouted, realizing a moment later that they had spouted from his own mouth.
Dr. Fetus hung to the pillar for hours, maybe days. Time had no meaning, there was only pain. Perhaps it was only a few minutes, he had no way to tell.
In the distance, he could hear the explosions of the Maws. He glanced over, and saw them flying away. But...they were getting closer.
Dr. Fetus grumbled, irked. They were trying to get rid of the intruder, the one who was still alive. Him.
With a grunt of pain, he pulled himself higher up the pillar. He had to get away from the heat of the lava, slow down the painful burning.
He looked at his tiny hand, found that the flesh had been burned red. The machine was repaired, but it would take awhile for his body to do the same.
He heard a buzzing sound. Almost by instinct, he dropped back down the pillar some. A saw crashed into the space he had occupied only moments before. More traps to get rid of him.
“I can’t last like this forever,” he muttered, knowing it was true. This was where his life would end, in the sulfur spires above Hell.
Suddenly, he spotted motion in the lava, and leaped to the side, fearing demons, or saws, or worse.
But it was neither. It was Meat Boy’s flaming corpse, drifting along. Dr. Fetus paused, staring. The body was moving slowly, but oddly enough, it seemed to be going sideways, not towards the edge.
Dr. Fetus watched the corpse carefully. It even seemed to be going against the current of the lava!
“How odd,” he muttered, and knew he had to follow it.
He kicked off with his suit, and lunged onto another pillar. In the distance, a Maw exploded, closer than any of the others. He had to hurry.
Leaping from spire to spire, occasionally dodging saws, he followed the corpse. As he went, he noted, with some dismay, that there were other Meat Boy corpses, also floating in the lava, in the same general direction.
“So they all come here,” he thought. Every single dead Meat Boy in Hell... he didn’t want to think about the implications.
Another exploding Maw, the whizz of a buzz saw, and the sound of a pillar collapsing.
More corpses were appearing, Meat Boy and others, and Dr. Fetus knew he had to be getting close to finding...whatever it was he was looking for. A way out, presumably.
Narrowly dodging a saw, he followed the corpse. And suddenly, he was there.
The pillars had formed a ring, obviously on purpose. Skeletons, burning flesh, dead Meat Boy’s, and other things he didn’t pay much attention to were floating in, and at the center was a huge portal.
That, then, was the true gateway to Hell. He had not even got inside the death lands, he was still trying to find the door.
Dr. Fetus frowned. The door was there, alright, but there was a problem. He couldn’t reach it. There were no pillars between him and the portal, and the jump was too far, not to mention that the Maws were getting closer.
Dr. Fetus turned and glanced at his back. If he had his wings, he could have flown there, but they had been incinerated when the lava had struck him...
Or had they? Gently, slowly, he extended them.
Yes! They were still, somehow, working. All the flesh was obliterated, but the metal structure remained.
But of course, a skeleton is not enough to fly. Dr. Fetus was caught halfway between a grin and a grimace, knowing what he had to do next. A grin, because it would be yet another defilement of Meat Boy. A grimace, as it meant getting close to the lava, the pain...
But this was no time for fear. He had to act fast, because the Maws had almost found him.
As the next Meat Boy corpse came forward, he slowly fished it out of the lava. The same with the next, and two more after that.
“Two for each wing,” he muttered to himself.
Working diligently, he began to peel the flesh of the corpses into thin sheets, occasionally using the the saws. Then, carefully, he would wrap it around the wings, slowly making the layers thicker. Within ten bloody minutes, he had a suitable wing cover. Nothing fancy, but it would get him to the portal.
With an explosion, a Maw crashed a few yards away, and he narrowly avoided being devoured by a Mini-Maw.
“Time to go,” Dr. Fetus grinned, and flung himself into the air, wings extended.
Immediately, the rising hot air from the lava lifted him, a thermal to carry him to the clouds, and his momentum steered him until he was almost over the portal. Maws were flying up, locked onto the intruder, straining to reach him.
His wings felt hot. With horror, he realized that the heat had been too much, they were catching fire!
He flapped hard, spreading the flames and moving himself closer to the portal. No time, the Maws were almost on him.
Squinting his eyes, Dr. Fetus tucked his flaming wings and dove, speeding towards the portal at an angle.
The Maws turned in midair, sensing the change in course, but they weren’t fast enough. Laughing insanely, Dr. Fetus sped through the portal...and into Hell.
There! Soon, I'll be in one place for a week or so, and I'll make sure to post more then. Hell is the longest chapter so far, by a lot. Bye!