----> "BEWARE of The SECRET UNDERGROUND SCHOOL ! " ----- Gavin & Faxan-Dorf in the NIGHT-ZONE ! ---- ''Factory Slums of Sector 8 ! '' -- (DUNGEON-REALM: Video Game !)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Fantasy Realm

---------- ''BEWARE of The SECRET UNDERGROUND FACTORY ! '' -------- Gavin and Faxandorf in Ganon's ''NIGHT-ZONE '' ! ---- -----+++ VIDEO GAME ! -------- The Underground Slums of ''SECTOR 8: FAXANDORF'S FACTORY ! '' +------+ Faxandorf-Realm: Cigarettes and Secret Entrance ! ---

 GAVIN IN WONDERLAND! -->'' BEWARE OF THE UNDERGROUND and FAXANDORF'S FACTORY ! ''>>>> AN UNDERGROUND FACTORY AND INDUSTRIAL PARKING GARAGE THAT IS BENEATH MY SCHOOL?! ---> Video Game World!

 

 


GAVIN'S SECRET QUEST IN THE UNDERGROUND WORLD BENEATH HIS SCHOOL!----

 

 

 

Hi! My name is Gavin!  I'm fifteen years old and in highschool.  I'm pretty cute and handsome.  I have straight dark-blonde hair, tanned skin and crystal blue eyes.  I'm pretty built and masculine with a bulky chest. 

 

 

(GAVIN'S EYES ARE CRISS-CROSSED.  They are extremely GORGEOUS and MAGNIFICENT.  However, he can still see clearly, if only just altered slightly.

Gavin is very alluring and handsome.  He is a very innocent, beautiful and lovely young man. - He has alluring and flawless tan skin.

 

His physique is masculine and bulky and built.  He is bare-chested with a pair of bright red overalls covering his form.  The straps of the overalls are fastened tight against his bulky torso.  Very large black high-top boots, covered in a sheen of radiant glitter, cover his feet.

 


Gavin's blonde hair is very damp and sweaty with sensual desire.  Icy pink honey and iridescent glitter is covering his hair, sparkling in a coquettish radiance!  His blonde hair is short and textured in a very surreal fashion, with sharp strands of shiny hair hanging down into his face.  He is very masculine and adorable.

 

Glittering trickles of masculine sweat drip from his bulky abs and chest.  His heaving chest is bare with a pair of red overalls covering his body.  They are tightly fastened at the top along his broad and masculine shoulders.)

 

 

Gavin's Dialogue:

 

 My name is Gavin.  - I'm pretty shy.

I have a huge crush on Ethan.  He's so cute and gorgeous!  I love him so much!

 

 

However, no one really knows that except for me.  :-)

 

 


The other VICIOUS teenage boys in school were cruel and made fun of me today because I'm very quiet and shy and I kept trying to avoid them.  They yelled at me and called me BAD NAMES!

 

Then they cornered me in a hallway, away from the teachers.

 

 


They called me NAUGHTY names.

 

They stroked my damp and sweaty hair, wet from my workout in my gym period, and asked me, "You cross-eyed pretty boy?  Ha!  Ha!  Look at the pretty boy who cries to himself all the time! What a pansy!"  <---  That's what they said to me.  :-(

 

 


  They made me cry!  :*-( 

 

I had to run into the lavatory and lock myself in for the rest of the day at school.  I just cried and cried.  They were teasing me and calling me such terrible words. 

 

 

 

 

I just started crying in front of them in the hallway.  They all laughed at me! 

 

I ran away.  Far, far away.  Deep into the darkened basement of the school.  I vanished further downwards, beneath the industrial showers. 

 

I escaped into a secret darkened room in the basement that was hidden behind a bizarre boiler room, filled with steaming pipes and puffing vents in the industrial walls.

 

 

 

 

Suddenly, from out of the glittering blackness, I espied a very furry and bizarre, glow-in-the-dark rabbit!  It had a sparkling red top-hat on its decadent brow, two long and pointy ears sticking forth from each side, the hat lying crooked on its head. - Its furry form was tantalizingly lavish in all its hypnotic, enthralling zeal.


The large top-hat was covered in a sheen of radiant glitter and had a icy-wet sign hanging from it, which read in crooked lettering, ''BEWARE the UNDERGROUND !  - Mixeogar's Factory! - 10/6 IN THIS STYLE!''

 

A waistcoat, decorated with many rainbow colours and patches of polka-dotted fabric, covered his entrancing, furry body.  - Black and white checkered heels adorned his furry feet, while a pair of yellow and pink polka-dotted gloves covered his furry paws, drizzling in icy-rich paste.
 

MESMERIZING AND BIZARRE.


His whole body of fur seemed to be bespeckled in a lavish, glow in the dark icing, which dripped from his velvety form.

 

 

His cross-crossed eyes were gazing at a funny little pocketwatch that was in his right paw.  A glittering red candle was in his left. 

 

How very queer indeed! 

 

 

A  frosted, crooked window was directly behind him, built into the industrial wall, while a flashing strobe light illuminated his furry silhouette, which flitted along the red-cement walls of the low-ceiling of the area.

A very bizarre and decorative Christmas tree was sitting along the flashing wall.

 

 


"Oh my furry whiskers!  Oh my dear and dainty paws!  I shall be much too late for the party, indeed!  Off I go!"  The furry rabbit exclaimed in a very bizarre tone of voice, that resembled neither male nor feminine in its bravado and pitch.

 

 

 

It thumped its glittering, bushy tail and hopped off into the flashing darkness, vanishing behind a derelict pink car and 'Coke Machine'  that sat next to a boarded-up vent, which led downwards into another area in the flashing darkness, covered in graffiti.


 - Packs of cigarettes and bags of fast-food cheeseburgers sat in front of the 'Coke Machine' on the icy-rich ground, which was made out of bulky red cement with little specks of glitter sparkling from within it. - Christmas lights and silk curtains were draped from the crooked ceiling above my head in a surreal manner.

 

 

An overgrown,  furry 'Red-Bat' sat on top of the derelict car in a mound of glitter.

Lavish ice-honey and glitter drizzled from its decadent paws.  - Glow-in-the-dark ribbons hung from each side of its furry head, tied around its long, pointy ears. - A type of rainbow colored paste seeped from the mesmerizing bat's fangs in a sensually vicious fashion!

 

 


'Wherever could he be going to I wonder?  I simply must follow him!  Rabbits usually do not wear waistcoats and carry pocket watches.  Do they?'  I thought to myself, running forwards into the glittering blackness, my large industrial boots padding along the bulky ground. 

 

 

The bizarre boiler-room had dripping pipes covering the walls with a flashing red strobe-light.  Many vents and grates led downwards into strange areas that were far beneath me.  A very large industrial fan was built into the black and white checkered walls of this underground area, roaring in activity. 

- Specks of alluring glitter and purple icicles decorated the exterior of the vibrating fan, glinting forth in a mesmerizing sheen in the darkness.

 

Fragrant steam and air wafted throughout the glittering darkness from the roaring fan.

 

 

 

There was a whirring sound in the distance far beneath the industrial boiler room and it resembled large machinery that was running.

I heard a roaring sound mixed with a dull tramp of marching feet that sounded like it was emanating from an underground factory complex from far below in the 'UNDERGROUND'.  A very loud rumbling sound was vibrating the ground beneath me, as well!

 

 

 

HOW VERY BIZARRE?!  WHAT ON EARTH COULD THAT BE??!

 

 


The ground grew bulkier as I continued traipsing through the bizarre darkness.

 

The bulky ground was covered in shimmering glitter with an icy-wet sheen to it and was made of red cement. - The crooked ceiling above me had specks of glitter that covered bizarre graffiti and hanging decorations. 

 

 


'Where has that bizarre furry rabbit gone off to now?  I've lost him!'  I wondered to myself, gazing around in all directions, my criss-crossed eyes of gorgeous innocence flaring forth in an enticing curiosity of unrelenting zeal.

 

 

Strange pools of a type of colorful paste was trailing along the bulky ground.  It shimmered and had little specks of glitter floating in it.

 

 

I followed a dark industrial pathway deep into the secret depths of this strange underground basement industrial-realm. 

 

 


There were mysterious noises and sounds that resembled motorcycles and theme-park sounds, mixed with bizarre voices and the enticing fragrance of sugary fried morsels, that echoed from far below me, deep within the depths of the vents that were built into the floor. 

 A rumbling sound of machinery filled the fragrant air of the underground hallway that I was currently in, vibrating the industrial fans and many vents that were built into the low ceiling and the walls.

 


A crooked black and white checkered door appeared from out of the darkness with a flashing strobe light that was just above it.  The door had a glow in the dark poster hanging on its exterior. 

 

It read, "INDUSTRIAL STORAGE CLOSET #8,309,892,495.  ENTRANCE TO UNDERGROUND PARKING GARAGE & INDUSTRIAL FACILITY!  MIXEOGAR'S FACTORY! ---- CURRENTLY OUT OF ORDER!  NO TRESPASSING! - BEWARE the UNDERGROUND! - Danger !!"

 

 

 

 How very strange indeed! 

 

 

 

 

Eventually, after hours of walking through this strange underground boiler room and industrial-pipe area, I came upon a very bizarre, sparkling pink motorcycle that was sitting next to an old wooden television. 

It appeared directly before me from out of the flashing strobe lights of the blackness.  A very bizarre couch, with two pointy rabbit-like ears sticking out from its exterior, was sitting near the flashing wooden television. 

 

 


'Curiouser and curiouser!  How very strange!'  I thought to myself, silently gazing upon the spectacle before me, my gorgeous and innocent criss-crossed eyes flashing to and fro. 

 

 

The motorcycle had spiky edges with a neon glare that was glinting from its exterior.  How cool and bizarre it looked! A twinkling Christmas tree was sitting nearby in a mound of pre-fabricated snow. 

 

 

 

 

Nearby, in the red-cement wall, was a strange garage-door that was covered in pink glitter.  It was built into the industrial red wall.  - A mound of old car tires and an industrial drum-barrel sat nearby, a sparkling layer of glitter and purple icicles covering their exteriors. 

 

 A 'Coke Machine' sat in a mound of GLITTER and snow with an icy-rich skeleton hanging from the low ceiling directly above. - The skeleton was garbed in a polka-dotted vest. 

- Strange pots of creamy 'pink milk', pots of 'raw dough' and speckled 'red festive eggs', were sitting in a mound of neon-green snow with a pile of very bizarre clothes nearby.

 

 A BIZARRE 'PASTEL-GREEN DAGGER' SAT IN THE MOUND OF GLITTER AND SNOW.  - GAVIN REACHES DOWN AND GRABS THE POINTY 'PASTEL DAGGER'!  -  He also collects the pot of 'pink milk', 'raw dough' and the 'red festive eggs'.

 

 


''Gavin now has 'Pastel Dagger' in his inventory.  - Gavin now has 'pot of pink milk', pot of 'raw dough' and 'red festive eggs' in his inventory.

 

 


Gavin equips the 'PASTEL GREEN DAGGER'!

 

 

 


A speckled fire hydrant and crooked stop-sign peek forth from a mound of lustrous purple snow and colorful tinsel.  - A layer of icy-rich honey is bespeckled across the stop sign and hydrant.

A pile of bizarre clothing and skeletons, covered in icy-wet honey, sit in the corner on top of a velvety red bed in a pile of syrupy glitter.

 

Fragrant steam puffed from pipes that were sticking out from the low ceiling.

A type of colorful icy syrup was dripping from a vent in the wall above me, disappearing into another grate and grille that was in the floor.

 


A crooked Wardrobe sat in a glow-in-the-dark corner, next to a sparkling trashcan and a neon-pink couch that was covered in shiny blue glitter.  Two long and pointy antennas were sticking out from each side of the large couch.

 

 

A flashing strobe light illuminated the bizarre area, with its low ceiling and many industrial fans that were covering the opposite wall, making everything appear surreal.  Fragrant and tantalizing aromas of zealous red smoke was glittering throughout the space.

 

 

 


A neon sign with crooked letters, flashing in a phosperescent light, hung on the bizarre Wardrobe, and it read, "INDUSTRIAL RABBIT-HOLE: VENT ENTRANCE #8923!  OUT OF ORDER!" 

 


The opposite side of the bizarre area resembled a small industrial manufacturing facility with an assembly line.

 

It looked like some kind of surreal underground factory! 

 

 

Shiny dial-tone telephones and a number of derelict pink vehicles, covered in graffiti and specks of aromatic glitter,  were piled up along the outskirts of the strange place. 

- Glow-in-the-dark graffiti covered the crooked walls and low ceiling of the area.  The assembly line of the underground factory area seemed to be roaring in activity, yet nothing was being manufactured.  The line was empty.

 

 

 Large pipes and industrial barrels covered the area.  Many industrial grilles in the bulky, wet ground were puffing out a shimmering steam into the fragrant air of the flashing blackness.

 


I stroked my sweaty blonde hair while gazing on the neon signpost on the Wardrobe. 

 

 

'That's quite strange.--Industrial vent leading to where?'  I thought to myself. 

 

 

 I was tempted to try and open the glittering neon-green Wardrobe that was evident in the corner, below an icy industrial ledge that had pink icicles hanging from it, directly above the bulky red ground in this area, yet decided against it.

 

'Who knows what is inside of that bizarre underground Wardrobe.---It could be anything!'

I thought to myself silently, continuing to walk forwards in the flashing neon strobe lights of the underground. 

 

 

 


Red and pink glitter covered the glow-in-the-dark bulky ground in the next area.  Many crooked portraits and flashing strobe lights were covering the glittering walls directly behind me.

 

 


Boarded-up, crooked windows, that were frosted and glazed with a glittering substance, along with large 1990's television sets, were built into a ledge that was made out of polka-dotted cement, decorated with little specks of black glitter within it, that was just above me in the darkness. 

 

They were facing the entrance into another industrial hallway with a sparkling electrical chandelier that was hanging above a crooked entrance at the end, which led downwards into what appeared to be an underground parking garage facility.

 

 

 

All I could see in the distance of the parking garage was a flashing yellow and blue strobe light that was illuminating the neon darkness of the place, which led further downwards into the 'Underground'. 

 

 

A pair of bizarre 1950's vehicles and large pink limos were sitting in various parking spaces down there, as a glow-in-the-dark curtain, covered in graffiti, hangs from the low ceiling of the glittery area. - 
Strange decorations hang from the walls while Christmas Trees and piles of derelict car tires are stacked up in that bizarre, crooked 'Underground Parking Garage Area'. 

 

- A rumbling 'Coke Machine' sits next to the Christmas Tree in that area down there. 

 


A locked chain-link fence was preventing my entry into the sealed-off industrial parking garage.

 

 


Industrial vents built into the low ceiling, just above my sparkling blonde hair, were puffing out a purple and red smoke. -- Icy-rich honey, tantalizing and fragrant, drizzled from the speckled, glittery ledge above my head and down onto my shimmering blonde hair, covering my head, enticing my senses with a succulent allure.

 

I traipsed back towards the glittering garage door in the far-off corner, near the glow-in-the-dark motorcycle and flashing television screen.

 

 

A bizarre, flashing strobe light was illuminating a  manhole entrance, that was not there before, built into the ground underneath the velvet bed; they sat on the icy-wet ground next to the t.v. set!  Two pointy antennas stuck forth from the television's exterior! 


- CHRISTMAS LIGHTS HUNG FROM THE EDGES OF THE BED, FLASHING IN A BIZARRE FASHION!

 


THE VELVETY RED BED, WITH THE SECRET MANHOLE ENTRANCE BENEATH IT, HAD A FLASHING STROBE LIGHT BENEATH IT, AS WELL.

 


- A frosty pink doughnut, smeared with chocolate icing and rainbow sprinkles, and a pack of ''FAXANDORF's Cigarettes'' sat under the bed near the manhole entrance, a strobe light flashing on and off from underneath the bed in an erratic fashion, illuminating the bizarre scene in a tempting desire of tantalizing mystery.

 

  As well, something else was also evident: there was a flashing keyhole that was built into the right side of the checkered wall, next to the garage door's entrance.  A flashing strobe light was illuminating its entranceway. 

- Shimmering honey covered the exterior of the garage door in this space, while specks of glitter and purple icicles covered the industrial fans that were whirring in the fragrant, ethereal darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

Where had I traveled to?

 

 

All this was beneath our school? 

 

 

Beneath the boiler room and pipeway passages?

 

 

 


Where did that strange garage door lead to?  Why is there a Christmas tree down here with an old wooden television?

 

Did someone live down here?

 

Where does that bizarre underground parking garage facility lead to?  Further downwards into the Underground?

 

Whose bizarre pink motorcycle is that?  And where are those distant voices and secret sounds emanating from that are echoing upwards from the depths of the underground vents? 

 

 

 

And where in the world did that bizarre, furry rabbit scurry off to?

 

 

 

I have to find out! 

 


'' GAVIN HAS TO FIND THE SECRET ENTRANCE THAT LEADS INTO THE 'UNDERGROUND INDUSTRIAL HIDEOUT AND FACTORY SLUMS OF THE DARK UNDERWORLD of Sector 8 in 'Faxandorf's Factory'! ''

---- SECRET UNDERGROUND DUNGEON REALM !


More in part II!

 

 


End of Chapter I.

 

 

Copyright ©2020-2021 ZELDA VAXANDORF.  All Rights Reserved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 GAVIN IN WONDERLAND! -->'' BEWARE OF THE UNDERGROUND and FAXANDORF'S FACTORY ! ''>>>> AN UNDERGROUND FACTORY AND INDUSTRIAL PARKING GARAGE THAT IS BENEATH MY SCHOOL?! ---> Video Game World!

 

 


GAVIN'S SECRET QUEST IN THE UNDERGROUND WORLD BENEATH HIS SCHOOL!----

 

 

 

Hi! My name is Gavin!  I'm fifteen years old and in highschool.  I'm pretty cute and handsome.  I have straight dark-blonde hair, tanned skin and crystal blue eyes.  I'm pretty built and masculine with a bulky chest. 

 

 

(GAVIN'S EYES ARE CRISS-CROSSED.  They are extremely GORGEOUS and MAGNIFICENT.  However, he can still see clearly, if only just altered slightly.

Gavin is very alluring and handsome.  He is a very innocent, beautiful and lovely young man. - He has alluring and flawless tan skin.

 

His physique is masculine and bulky and built.  He is bare-chested with a pair of bright red overalls covering his form.  The straps of the overalls are fastened tight against his bulky torso.  Very large black high-top boots, covered in a sheen of radiant glitter, cover his feet.

 


Gavin's blonde hair is very damp and sweaty with sensual desire.  Icy-Pink honey and iridescent glitter is covering his hair, sparkling in a coquettish radiance!  His blonde hair is short and textured in a very surreal fashion, with sharp strands of shiny hair hanging down into his face.  He is very masculine and adorable.

 

Glittering trickles of masculine sweat drip from his bulky abs and chest.  His heaving chest is bare with a pair of red overalls covering his body.  They are tightly fastened at the top along his broad and masculine shoulders.)

 

 

Gavin's Dialogue:

 

 My name is Gavin.  - I'm pretty shy. 

I have a huge crush on Ethan.  He's so cute and gorgeous!  I love him so much!

 

 

However, no one really knows that except for me.  :-)

 

 


The other VICIOUS teenage boys in school were cruel and made fun of me today because I'm very quiet and shy and I kept trying to avoid them.  They yelled at me and called me BAD NAMES!

 

Then they cornered me in a hallway, away from the teachers.:-(

 

 


They called me NAUGHTY names.

 

They stroked my damp and sweaty hair, wet from my workout in my gym period, and asked me, "You cross-eyed pretty boy?  Ha!  Ha!  Look at the pretty boy who cries to himself all the time! What a pansy!"  <---  That's what they said to me.  :-(

 

 


  They made me cry!  :*-( 

 

I had to run into the lavatory and lock myself in for the rest of the day at school.  I just cried and cried.  They were teasing me and calling me such terrible words. 

 

 

 

 

I just started crying in front of them in the hallway.  They all laughed at me! 

 

I ran away.  Far, far away.  Deep into the darkened basement of the school.  I vanished further downwards, beneath the industrial showers of the school. 

 

I escaped into a secret darkened room in the basement that was hidden behind a bizarre boiler room, filled with steaming pipes and puffing vents in the industrial walls.

 

 

 

 

Suddenly, from out of the glittering blackness, I espied a very furry and bizarre, glow-in-the-dark rabbit!  It had a sparkling red top-hat on its decadent brow, two long and pointy ears sticking forth from each side, the hat lying crooked on its head. - Its furry form was tantalizingly lavish in all its hypnotic, enthralling zeal.


The large top-hat was covered in a sheen of radiant glitter and had a icy-wet sign hanging from it, which read in crooked lettering, ''BEWARE the UNDERGROUND !  - Mixeogar's Factory! - 10/6 IN THIS STYLE!''

 

A waistcoat, decorated with many rainbow colours and patches of polka-dotted fabric, covered his entrancing, furry body.  - Black and white checkered heels adorned his furry feet, while a pair of yellow and pink polka-dotted gloves covered his furry paws, drizzling in icy-rich paste.
 

MESMERIZING AND BIZARRE.


His whole body of fur seemed to be bespeckled in a lavish, glow in the dark icing, which dripped from his velvety form.

 

 

His cross-crossed eyes were gazing at a funny little pocketwatch that was in his right paw.  A glittering red candle was in his left. 

 

How very queer indeed! 

 

 

A  frosted, crooked window was directly behind him, built into the industrial wall, while a flashing strobe light illuminated his furry silhouette, which flitted along the red-cement walls of the low-ceiling of the area.

A very bizarre and decorative Christmas tree was sitting along the flashing wall.

 

 


"Oh my furry whiskers!  Oh my dear and dainty paws!  I shall be much too late, indeed!  Off I go!"  The furry rabbit exclaimed in a very bizarre tone of voice, that resembled neither male nor feminine in its bravado and pitch.

 

 

 

It thumped its glittering, bushy tail and hopped off into the flashing darkness, vanishing behind a derelict pink car and 'Coke Machine'  that sat next to a boarded-up vent, which led downwards into another area in the flashing darkness, covered in graffiti.


 - Packs of cigarettes and bags of fast-food cheeseburgers sat in front of the 'Coke Machine' on the icy-rich ground, which was made out of bulky red cement with little specks of glitter sparkling from within it. - Christmas lights and silk curtains were draped from the crooked ceiling above my head in a surreal manner.

 

An overgrown,  furry 'Red-Bat' sat on top of the derelict car in a mound of glitter.

Lavish ice-honey and glitter drizzled from its decadent paws.  - Glow-in-the-dark ribbons hung from each side of its furry head, tied around its long, pointy ears. - A type of rainbow colored paste seeped from the mesmerizing bat's fangs in a sensually vicious fashion!

 

 


'Wherever could he be going to I wonder?  I simply must follow him!  Rabbits usually do not wear waistcoats and carry pocket watches.  Do they?'  I thought to myself, running forwards into the glittering blackness, my large industrial boots padding along the bulky ground. 

 

 

The bizarre boiler-room had dripping pipes covering the walls with a flashing red strobe-light.  Many vents and grates led downwards into strange areas that were far beneath me.  A very large industrial fan was built into the black and white checkered walls of this underground area, roaring in activity. 

- Specks of alluring glitter and purple icicles decorated the exterior of the vibrating fan, glinting forth in a mesmerizing sheen in the darkness.

 

Fragrant steam and air wafted throughout the glittering darkness from the roaring fan.

 

 

 

There was a whirring sound in the distance far beneath the industrial boiler room and it resembled large machinery that was running. I heard a roaring sound mixed with a dull tramp of marching feet that sounded like it was emanating from an underground factory complex from far below in the 'UNDERGROUND'.  A very loud rumbling sound was vibrating the ground beneath me, as well!

 

 

 

HOW VERY BIZARRE?!  WHAT ON EARTH COULD THAT BE??!

 

 


The ground grew bulkier as I continued traipsing through the bizarre darkness.

 

The bulky ground was covered in shimmering glitter with an icy-wet sheen to it and was made of red cement. - The crooked ceiling above me had specks of glitter that covered bizarre graffiti and hanging decorations. 

 

 


'Where has that bizarre furry rabbit gone off to now?  I've lost him!'  I wondered to myself, gazing around in all directions, my criss-crossed eyes of gorgeous innocence flaring forth in an enticing curiosity of unrelenting zeal.

 

 

Strange pools of a type of colorful paste was trailing along the bulky ground.  It shimmered and had little specks of glitter floating in it.

 

 

I followed a dark industrial pathway deep into the secret depths of this strange underground basement industrial-realm. 

 

 


There were mysterious noises and sounds that resembled motorcycles and theme-park sounds, mixed with bizarre voices and the enticing fragrance of sugary fried morsels, that echoed from far below me, deep within the depths of the vents that were built into the floor. 

 A rumbling sound of machinery filled the fragrant air of the underground hallway that I was currently in, vibrating the industrial fans and many vents that were built into the low ceiling and the walls.

 


A crooked black and white checkered door appeared from out of the darkness with a flashing strobe light that was just above it.  The door had a glow in the dark poster hanging on its exterior. 

 

It read, "INDUSTRIAL STORAGE CLOSET #8,309,892,495.  ENTRANCE TO UNDERGROUND PARKING GARAGE & INDUSTRIAL FACILITY!  MIXEOGAR'S FACTORY! ---- CURRENTLY OUT OF ORDER!  NO TRESPASSING! - BEWARE the UNDERGROUND! - Danger !!"

 

 

 

 How very strange indeed! 

 

 

 

 

Eventually, after hours of walking through this strange underground boiler room and industrial-pipe area, I came upon a very bizarre, sparkling pink motorcycle that was sitting next to an old wooden television. 

It appeared directly before me from out of the flashing strobe lights of the blackness.  A very bizarre couch, with two pointy rabbit-like ears sticking out from its exterior, was sitting near the flashing wooden television. 

 

 


'Curiouser and curiouser!  How very strange!'  I thought to myself, silently gazing upon the spectacle before me, my gorgeous and innocent criss-crossed eyes flashing to and fro. 

 

 

The motorcycle had spiky edges with a neon glare that was glinting from its exterior.  How cool and bizarre it looked! A twinkling Christmas tree was sitting nearby in a mound of pre-fabricated snow. 

 

 

 

 

Nearby, in the red-cement wall, was a strange garage-door that was covered in pink glitter.  It was built into the industrial red wall.  - A mound of old car tires and an industrial drum-barrel sat nearby, a sparkling layer of glitter and purple icicles covering their exteriors. 

 

 A 'Coke Machine' sat in a mound of GLITTER and snow with an icy-rich skeleton hanging from the low ceiling directly above. - The skeleton was garbed in a polka-dotted vest. 

- Strange pots of creamy 'pink milk', pots of 'raw dough' and speckled 'red festive eggs', were sitting in a mound of neon-green snow with a pile very bizarre clothes nearby.

 

 A BIZARRE 'PASTEL-GREEN DAGGER' SAT IN THE MOUND OF GLITTER AND SNOW.  - GAVIN REACHES DOWN AND GRABS THE POINTY 'PASTEL DAGGER'!  -  He also collects the pot of 'pink milk', 'raw dough' and the 'red festive eggs'.

 

 


''Gavin now has 'Pastel Dagger' in his inventory.  - Gavin now has 'pot of pink milk', pot of 'raw dough' and 'red festive eggs' in his inventory.

 

 


Gavin equips the 'PASTEL GREEN DAGGER'!

 

 

 


A speckled fire hydrant and crooked stop-sign peek forth from a mound of lustrous purple snow and colorful tinsel.  - A layer of icy-rich honey is bespeckled across the stop sign and hydrant.

A pile of bizarre clothing and skeletons, covered in icy-wet honey, sit in the corner on top of a velvety red bed in a pile of syrupy glitter.

 

Fragrant steam puffed from pipes that were sticking out from the low ceiling.

A type of colorful icy syrup was dripping from a vent in the wall above me, disappearing into another grate and grille that was in the floor.

 


A crooked Wardrobe sat in a glow-in-the-dark corner, next to a sparkling trashcan and a neon-pink couch that was covered in shiny blue glitter.  Two long and pointy antennas were sticking out from each side of the large couch.

 

 

A flashing strobe light illuminated the bizarre area, with its low ceiling and many industrial fans that were covering the opposite wall, making everything appear surreal.  Fragrant and tantalizing aromas of zealous red smoke was glittering throughout the space.

 

 

 


A neon sign with crooked letters, flashing in a phosperescent light, hung on the bizarre Wardrobe, and it read, "INDUSTRIAL RABBIT-HOLE: VENT ENTRANCE #8923!  OUT OF ORDER!" 

 


The opposite side of the bizarre area resembled a small industrial manufacturing facility with an assembly line.

 

It looked like some kind of surreal underground factory! 

 

 

Shiny dialtone telephones and a number of derelict pink vehicles, covered in graffiti and specks of aromatic glitter,  were piled up along the outskirts of the strange place.

- Glow-in-the-dark graffiti covered the crooked walls and low ceiling of the area.  The assembly line of the underground factory area seemed to be roaring in activity, yet nothing was being manufactured.  The line was empty.

 

 

 Large pipes and industrial barrels covered the area.  Many industrial grilles in the bulky, wet ground were puffing out a shimmering steam into the fragrant air of the flashing blackness.

 


I stroked my sweaty blonde hair while gazing on the neon signpost on the Wardrobe. 

 

 

'That's quite strange.--Industrial vent leading to where?'  I thought to myself. 

 

 

 I was tempted to try and open the glittering neon-green Wardrobe that was evident in the corner, below an icy industrial ledge that had pink icicles hanging from it, directly above the bulky red ground in this area, yet decided against it.

 

'Who knows what is inside of that bizarre underground Wardrobe.---It could be anything!'

I thought to myself silently, continuing to walk forwards in the flashing neon strobe lights of the underground. 

 

 

 


Red and pink glitter covered the glow-in-the-dark bulky ground in the next area.  Many crooked portraits and flashing strobe lights were covering the glittering walls directly behind me.

 

 


Boarded-up, crooked windows, that were frosted and glazed with a glittering substance, along with large 1990's television sets, were built into a ledge that was made out of polka-dotted cement, decorated with little specks of black glitter within it, that was just above me in the darkness. 

 

They were facing the entrance into another industrial hallway with a sparkling electrical chandelier that was hanging above a crooked entrance at the end, which led downwards into what appeared to be an underground parking garage facility.

 

 

 

All I could see in the distance of the parking garage was a flashing yellow and blue strobe light that was illuminating the neon darkness of the place, which led further downwards into the 'Underground'. 

 

 

- Numerous, bizarre 1950's vehicles and large pink limos were sitting in various parking spaces down there, as a glow-in-the-dark curtain, covered in graffiti, hangs from the low ceiling of the glittery area. - 
Strange decorations hang from the walls while Christmas Trees and piles of derelict car tires are stacked up in that bizarre, crooked 'Underground Parking Garage Area'. 

 

- A rumbling 'Coke Machine' sits next to the Christmas Tree in that area down there. 

 


A locked chain-link fence was preventing my entry into the sealed-off industrial parking garage.

 

 


Industrial vents built into the low ceiling, just above my sparkling blonde hair, were puffing out a purple and red smoke. -- Icy-rich honey, tantalizing and fragrant, drizzled from the speckled, glittery ledge above my head and down onto my shimmering blonde hair, covering my head, enticing my senses with a cold power.

 

I traipsed back towards the glittering garage door in the far-off corner, near the glow-in-the-dark motorcycle and flashing television screen.

 

 

A bizarre, flashing strobe light was illuminating a  manhole entrance, that was not there before, resting below the velvet bed that sat on the icy-wet ground next to the t.v. set!  Two pointy antennas stuck forth from the television's exterior! 


- CHRISTMAS LIGHTS HUNG FROM THE EDGES OF THE BED, FLASHING IN A BIZARRE FASHION!

 


THE VELVETY RED BED, WITH THE SECRET MANHOLE ENTRANCE BENEATH IT, HAD A FLASHING STROBE LIGHT BENEATH IT, AS WELL.

 


- A frosty pink doughnut, smeared with chocolate icing and rainbow sprinkles, and a pack of ''FAXANDORF's Cigarettes'' sat under the bed near the manhole entrance, a strobe light flashing on and off from underneath the bed in an eratic fashion, illuminating the bizarre scene in a tempting desire of tantalizing mystery.

 

  As well, something else was also evident: there was a flashing keyhole that was built into the right side of the checkered wall, next to the garage door's entrance.  A flashing strobe light was illuminating its entranceway. 

- Shimmering honey covered the exterior of the garage door in this space, while specks of glitter and purple icicles covered the industrial fans that were whirring in the fragrant, ethereal darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

Where had I traveled to?

 

 

All this was beneath our school? 

 

 

Beneath the boiler room and pipeway passages?

 

 

 


Where did that strange garage door lead to?  Why is there a Christmas tree down here with an old wooden television?

 

Did someone live down here?

 

Where does that bizarre underground parking garage facility lead to?  Further downwards into the Underground?

 

Whose bizarre pink motorcycle is that?  And where are those distant voices and secret sounds emanating from that are echoing upwards from the depths of the underground vents? 

 

 

 

And where in the world did that bizarre, furry rabbit scurry off to?

 

 

 

I have to find out! 

 


GAVIN HAS TO FIND THE SECRET ENTRANCE THAT LEADS INTO THE 'UNDERGROUND INDUSTRIAL HIDEOUT AND FACTORY SLUMS OF THE DARK UNDERWORLD'!  ---- SECRET DUNGEON REALM !


More in part II!

 

 


End of Chapter I.

 

 

Copyright ©2020-2021 ZELDA VAXANDORF.  All Rights Reserved.


Submitted: April 30, 2021

© Copyright 2021 ZELDA VAXANDORF. All rights reserved.

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