Alright, this is later than I said it would be, but it's here! The next chapter in Dr. Fetus's descent into the madness of Hell! An old fiend walks out of Dr. Fetus's past for revenge. The plot is heating up! (Bad pun, sorry
) Presenting: Then next chapter in: The Revenge of Dr. Fetus!
Dr. Fetus was ecstatic. The Governing Horn was just what he needed, far better than Brownie had ever been. More vicious , more powerful, smarter, more willing to destroy. He knew how to get through Hell, how to dismantle the Eyes, and harvest the lava, how to utilize the portal technology, and most importantly, how to avoid the Maws.
Soon, Dr. Fetus had robots (built out of spare parts) scurrying around constantly, bringing pieces of Eyes and saws back to the bomb site.
“Isn’t this what you needed?” the Governing Horn asked.
“It’s perfect,” Dr. Fetus said, grinning. “Everything I could want for the bomb, all here. You are the best min...”
A glare from the Governing Horn cut him off.
...that I’ve ever had.”
The Governing Horn settled back into a less aggressive stance, peaceful once more. He was as volatile as the bomb Dr. Fetus was working to create, and almost as dangerous.
Suddenly, the Governing Horn tensed, looking around him. His eyes narrowed, and he looked vaguely worried.
“Is something wrong, partner?” Dr. Fetus asked, feeling slightly nervous. Against all odds, the Governing Horn frightened him, and seeing him
scared...that was bad. “Are there Maws coming?”
“Worse. An army of Skeletals, controlled by an entity of tremendous power, who has made his home down below.”
“Get the robots out of here. It was He who created the Eyes, to watch all parts of Hell, and he does not take kindly to us dismantling them. He would wipe out all our progress.”
Dr. Fetus transmitted the command through the remote, and the robots scurried away, carrying the materials.
“What do we do?” he asked the Governing Horn.
“You can’t fight the army. You can’t run from them. You can’t hide from them. You must do what they want. I, however, though I cannot fight or run, can hide. If you survive, I’ll come get you.”
With that, the Governing Horn dropped to the floor, and the light left his eyes. He looked, for all the world, like another Meat Boy corpse.
“Damn him,” Dr. Fetus growled, then realized the irony of the words, given their location.
In the distance, he could hear a faint crunching and clacking, like bones being slammed together. And with it came a chilling, terrible sound, a chittering that reverberated around the cavern. Chittah-chittah... Chittah-chitta...
Dr. Fetus shuddered. He was strong, but this was Hell. Everything here was far more powerful than him. He was a man of science, not the horrible black magic that had made itself home in the netherworld. Down here, everyone was afraid, even him. It was the most fear he had felt in a long, long time, and that in itself scared him.
The noises were getting louder, and seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. He needed something to defend himself, but there was nothing. What could he do?
Suddenly, the source of the sounds was revealed. Climbing out of holes in the wall, dragging themselves through cracks in the floor and ceiling, lurching out of the tunnels, was an army of decaying skeletons. Their teeth were filed into points, and constantly clacked together, forming the horrid noise. They carried long, sharp chunks of rock and bone that seemed to be on the verge of melting.
The chittering sounds seemed to form a whispery voice, weaving through his brain.
“You...the Demon Lord wants you...you will go to him, Dr. Fetus. You have no choice
Dr. Fetus shuddered, and the Skeletals formed a circle around him, burning spears pointed inward. They were correct, he had no choice. With the army surrounding him, Dr. Fetus marched deeper into Hell.
The tunnels were shadowy, but a flickering light seemed to come from nowhere, casting a sinister orange glow over everything, reflecting off of Dr. Fetus’s dome and monocle.
Soon, their netherworld parade ended in a wide opening that led to a vast cave, almost as large as the portal room, with a river of lava and bones flowing through the center, at least a thousand feet wide. At the far side of the river, a huge iron gate sat alone, untouched by time. Nothing to either side of it, nothing behind it, just a gate.
“This is where you brought me?” Dr. Fetus scoffed, trying to seem unafraid. “To a gate in the middle of nowhere? You realize that traditionally there’s something on the other side of gates, right?”
The Skeletals regarded him coldly, as if he were a little bug that had just started talking. At once, a low hiss began to rise from the group, echoing across the cavern, rebounding back on them. It slowly rose in pitch and volume, until Dr. Fetus had to cover his ears.
Abruptly, the sound ended, and silence filled the room. The Skeletals marched him towards the lava river, where a bridge of large stones had risen from the lava, interrupting the flow. The hiss had, somehow, made the bridge rise.
“A signal,” Dr. Fetus muttered to himself. “To someone controlling the bridge. All this show is meant to scare me, but it won’t work.”
It bothered him that he had to tell himself that. He had never been frightened. But Hell... Hell was beyond him, full of otherworldly things that shouldn’t exist. He knew, someday, he would end up down here forever, and that worried him more than anything.
“But I’m still around,” he muttered. “I’m not dead yet. And once I set off the bomb, then I can get out of here. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll never have to return!”
They reached the bridge, and the skeletons filed into a line so they could fit. Dr. Fetus considered jumping to get away, but his experience with lava earlier had proved to him that to land in the river would be a terrible thing. Besides, the Skeletals would just harpoon him. They seemed to be determined to do anything to accomplish their goal.
As if to prove his point, he noted a few Skeletals stumble and drop into the lava. The rest merely filled up the gap and marched on. Dr. Fetus gave a little shiver, despite the heat.
Soon, they had reached the gate. It opened slowly inward, revealing the bleak plain of the cavern. Dr. Fetus sighed. Knowing Hell, the instant he stepped through the gates, he would be in some other place, with no way out. This would be his last chance to escape...
As if in response to his thoughts, the Skeletals surged around him, lifted him up, and chucked him through the gates. He spun through the air, and bounced off the ground, skidding to a stop. Shaking his head, Dr. Fetus pulled himself off the ground, and got a look at his surroundings.
Just as he had suspected, he was now somewhere else. From the look of it, a palace of sorts, made of obsidian and brimstone. Pillars lined the walls, with emaciated corpses chained to them. Skeletals marched around, spears held over their shoulders. And at the far end of the wicked hall, perched over a large pit of lava, was a throne.
Seated upon it was a horrid being. Like the Skeletals, but more powerful, somehow. He was half coated with flesh, like a zombie, and seemed to radiate a wicked red glow. His eyes were dark pits, cold and empty, and whatever flesh he did have was the color of dried blood.
“Who are you?” Dr. Fetus growled. “Answer truthfully, or you will die... again!”
The figure, who must have been the Demon Lord the Skeletals had mentioned, looked down at Dr. Fetus, amused. A smirk on his face, the Demon Lord spoke in a dry, scratchy voice, full of age, thirst, and anger.
“Now, now, little pest, is that any way to treat your own father?”
What did you expect? We're in Hell, and that's one character I'm not killing off yet. That is, if he's actually telling the truth. Is that freakish demon really who he says?
Alright, enough with the epic movie commercial stuff. Hope you liked this part! More coming soon-ish!