As MC and Grinzy ventured around the hallways, they eventually reunited with their friends and comrades. The house seemingly started to come to life like some sort of B-movie horror film. Predictable spike traps in the floor activated by a clearly odd tile in the floor.

Grinzy just floated past whilst MC walked around because he isn't falling for that nonsense. He was not expecting hundreds of hands to smash through the walls, grabbing hold of him. The benefits of his equipment helped him break free with a little help from Grinzy, who bit at the things spitting parts on the floor, its face slowly looking more like a red berry massacre than just an unnerving floating head with teeny tiny body parts.

When I find the person running this place, I'm giving a solid kick in the meat and two veg.

Grinzy was unresponsive to MC, simply continued floating away down the oddly floral-smelling corner. I love talking to myself; it's pleasant, MC thought. Slashing away at the occasional hand breaking through as they walked along.

"Ha-HUH-ha-GAHHHH, just because you figured that little pitfall Doesn't mean you will figure the next one! Prepare to face a threat like no other."

Executing parameter shift. Scare factor increasing six fold, danger level hellish. Bagrovisha Babushka activated.

What's happening now for the love of all things normal? MC thought to himself. An alarm fell from the ceiling and began flashing an obscene vibrant pink colour. "Cool, they set up a disco in this place!" He said loudly whilst trying to bust a groove in the hallway. It did not last long, and thank goodness that was the case.

Terrible dance moves that should never have been allowed out of the 70s era were freed by the banshee-like screams that permeated through the house. Ears began to be covered at the volume of the soundwaves. Dillee was unfazed by the noise and simply looked at his companion Bo, who seemed to be losing their marbles.

"I say… Chapette, are you alright?" She slammed on the floor repeatedly with her stilts whilst silently screaming in pain at the same time.

"Right, you are then." Dillee, in a poor attempt to help, pulled some of his leafy appendages off and wrapped them around her head. "Not sure if this will help you madam, but digits shall be crossed. A partial soothing, but the pain was already dealt to Bo. Whose face was red with anger?

"Ooh, look at you my cute little darlings! Come To NaNa BAGroVIshA,"

The pair turned around to see a hulking old lady thrice their size, slowly heading towards their direction. Her face contorted, white piercing eyes firing out beams of light as she cackled her way along.

"Let's walk away Madam Bo, this one back here is creaking the most curdling cracks in her knees. It'll be a while before she catches up."

"DaRlInGS? What? "Come back, BABUSHKA NEEDS YOU!" Her warped voice cried out as her walking frame hit with thud after thud along the floor.

"Hey, DO YOU hear that? Piped Horace to Oolong. Oolong looked around, trying to listen for anything, and shook its head. "Can't say I do, bud." Strong smell of perfume in the air. Horace thought, as he sniffed around. "Tis probably nothing; let's go find them lot." Oolong hurried the pair along at the most unhurriedly quick pace that was more like a leisurely stroll. Not noticing the tile on the floor, a dozen or so spikes erupted outwards, piercing through Oolong, horrifying Horace.

"That tickled!" Crumbling bits of cereal dropped to the floor from the massive gaping holes in Oolong. The spikes quickly reversed back; Horace rushed to aid him, but those tiny legs kicked him away as he laughed. "Didn't get me in the core lad. I'm alright!" This lot are as weird as us. Horace thought as he just watched dozens of little pieces roll around the floor as Oolong wandered away.

"So many beauties HeRe!" Came the cackling distorted voice of the grandma. Horace fired a crossbow at her walking frame, and she collapsed to the floor with an ouch and a crack. The pair walked away without a shred of care. "Wait YOuuuu CCCan't just goooo." Her voice trailed as she tried to pull herself back up with a broken leg.

Over and over, Bagrovisha Babushka tries to catch up with different members of the group. Each time getting herself more broken limbs and injuries. Even when she found herself armed with a ghostly rolling pin, Bagrovisha found herself being wailed against by Dion and her powers. A particularly demoralising ghostly encounter as they met in the hallway. Her rolling pin struck against her, breaking her own arm in the process thanks to the severe osteoporosis she had been suffering from for years. Dion retaliated with a right hook, sending the grandma flying back into the main hall again.

"Mmm-masterrrrr, we cannot deeeefeat them~ please, please help. I cannot take another loss!"

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The ghost cried out, whilst the now reunited group watched her fire out light beams from her eyes around the room.

"Heh, this is a pretty good experience. Like being at a concert…" Ah, fook me, I looked straight at the beam!" "Sir, I shall enact swift vengeance." Dillee leapt down with his Flower-kun-do skills and delivered a vicious elbow that spat out the ghost and left the old lady groaning with tears on the floor.

"Freedommmm! The ghost cried out as it darted across the room and into a wall.

"Dillee, get back up here right now. God damn, I better get my vision back soon; I can't see shit." MC moaned whilst reaching his hands out, trying to make sure he could follow someone from behind.

"My apologies sir. I'll be right back in a moment." Dillee walked away, dusted himself off as he did so, and hmphed at Bagrovisha. "P-please, little one, I'm in so much pain~" Crack Oh my hip, oh this hurts so badly. Slimmy crawled down to the main hall and aided the grandma lying in a pool of pain. Lifting her up, more bones broke, particularly as his anxious hands crushed tighter as he carried her back up the stairs.

"Someone get her some milk, but other than that, give her some healing. Horace, get her into that room with the kid whilst you're at it too." Horace nodded at MC, forgetting he can't see what's happening. Embarrassed, he kept his head down while the rest of the group gave him odd looks when he passed by them.

Dion, annoyed by everything that has transpired, spoke up on behalf of the group. "No more trips to that bloody safe room now. Let's get this place dealt with; we all need to return to where we were." "Damn right lass." Said MC turning and replying to the wall. Nobody corrected him; it wouldn't have been fair, though Dillee, in his devoted ways, moved MC to face the group.

Meanwhile…

"Sire, why? Why do you not aid me? They are powerful, much more than us! You forsake us with your terrible plans; you are the worst master ever!"

"Oh, bloody quiet, you misty fruitcake; begone with you." He waved his hand at the ghost, which dissipated with a sobbing "BOOOOoooooooooo".

"RIGHT, time to up the danger levels so much they will fail from fatigue! Commencing operation stress, till they hit death!" his frail voice groaned as he turned the dials at his very old-fashioned beeping machine that seemed to be using the Doorways 58 operating system. How ghastly those black and green colours are on the screen; if only you could see them, readers.

Horace walked along with MC with his arm around him for guidance. A quick break in the safe room before returning to the madness of this place. The young boy Tom seemed smitten with the old lady and was trying to nurse her in the bed.

"Mar-mar, I'm so glad you're ok! I thought I'd never see you again." He sniffled, holding her hands whilst his head was buried in the blanket covering her legs.

How sweet, thought MC, imaging how they looked since he still can't see anything.

"You know her?" Dion asked Tom. He looked up tearfully.

"She's my grandma; I live with her. We got taken in together by that wind." Oolong wandered over to him and nudged him whilst giving him a rag with his feet. "Ere lad, ya can blow your nose into that. Chin up; you'll be alright now." He said, smiling away, cereal grains still spilling out on the floor, but the gaping holes were slowly patching up as Horace watched from the other side of the room. Out of morbid curiosity he picked one up whilst everyone's back was turned.

Huh, kokoa flavour. Never would have guessed that he thought chewing away.

"I hope we are nearing the end of this debacle; it's cliché as hell to be in a haunted house." Said Dion, leaning with her against the wall. Everyone in her group agreed.

"Wouldn't say it's a haunted house; the person on the announcements is probably someone with power, like most of the people in the room. It's too specific not to be. Crazy potential though. If only they had tried to focus on one thing, we'd have been in real trouble." The vision in his eyes had come back, and MC admired the gloves he wore.

"You think it's a power?" Dion replied. Still leaning against the wall.

"Aye, it's just too specific a thing. In our world, when you reach the age of sixteen, you gain access to the sentient system. It's… kind of like a game thing. Let's you pick classes. sword masters, magicians, that sort of shit. The gods hid some away, under strict rules. And you must follow the requirements exactly to gain access. I've heard about a couple of people with creation classes, but they're surface level. Things like dolls with basic intelligence.

"That's proper weird. Isn't it, Dion?" Oolong chimed in. She stood there, stoically, in silence. MC carried on talking because he hated awkward silences.

"Even this one." MC patted Dillee on the back. Generating a pleased-with-himself smile that Dillee wore with pride. "He started off growing in a greenhouse. Add some magical soil, and apparently he's sprouted into existence. That's what he claims anyway."

"I can only tell you the truth, sire. Swear on my roots." "Weren't there at the time, bud. Still not sure if you're a…plant, planted by some agent of chaos." Dillee began to look in horror at the words he was hearing; the room began smelling of allium, and whilst the poor sproutling was in emotional pieces, the rest were getting hungry.

"I'm just kidding, buddy. Come here!" Horace, also joining in on the moment, gave Dillee a hug with MC.

The rest of the group watched on, occasionally looking at each other with awkward confusion. Slimmy and Bo turned away. It was far too awkward a moment for them.

"Well, that's enough of that then." Dion said, having had enough of that bizarre display of affection.

Nobody had noticed the door had closed whilst they were talking, despite 10 people all being there looking in various directions…how peculiar.

Reaching for the handle and it refusing to budge, Dion gave it a mighty pull, activating her powers, the room filling with green light as she did so. Reds and whites appeared as well, as the door creaked and snapped off its hinges, dropping onto the floor.

Before them once again, a swirling static. Only this time, it looked a little more colourful.

And a little more dangerous…as it flickered between colours. Faces also began to appear in it. Grinning, crying, screaming.

"Oh, for fook's sake mun~, now what's happening?" The others all had eyes on the swirl.

"Cool, more frigging nonsense." Dion blurted out in annoyance. A long sigh came from all of them. A sniffle from Tom and a faint moan from Granny.

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