----> ''CASEY & THE SECRET UNDERGROUND THEME-PARK ! '' ---> Basement CASTLE # 98 ! -------> PART 1 + 2: Entrance Down To Factory # XXX ! -----> (BEWARE of GANON ! ) +----> Video game: '' Exit into Frosty 'PARKING GARAGE '' !

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Fantasy Realm

---------+-------- { ''CASEY and THE DARK BASEMENT DUNGEON and SECRET UNDERGROUND THEME-PARK # 98 ! '' } ---------- Video game RPG: Part 1 ! --_______________ Casey's Underground Adventure in ''Basement Factory-Dungeon # XxX '' ! ---- { Beware of DARK GANON ! } ------------ RED CHOCOLATE DONUTS and FROSTY PARKING GARAGE ENTRANCE ! ------

 

 

Casey & the Secret Underground Basement-Dungeon House Entrance and Theme park ! Dark Underground Factory World.

 


NOTE: (FROM 2018-2019. Another story idea that I had! I do like ''Casey'' as a character.)

( --THANK YOU VERY KINDLY FOR READING !)

 

 


Chapter I.  Casey discovers the secret vent's entrance that leads underground.

 

 

Casey, a very handsome fourteen year old boy, with straight, dark-blonde hair and icy teal-blue eyes, awoke one stormy night to a bizarre whirring sound, resembling running machinery and distant roaring motorcycle noises, emanating from deep beneath his basement. 

 

 

 

 It was audible from deep beneath his room in the basement of his parent's house, emerging as if from some secretive area far below.  There were also strange sounds, as of muffled, abstract voices and the mysterious sound of a tramp of marching feet.

 

 

 


Casey reached out of bed and fumbled with his flashlight until he began shining it around in a stupor of half-awakening.  Damp strands of sweaty hair hung down along his forehead, glistening with sensual desire; aromatic beads of sweat shimmered down his flushed cheek.

 

The neon green light shone dimly along various alcoves and bookshelves in his basement-room, alighting his tanned skin in a luminescent light of mystical divulgence.

 

 

 

His videogame system and wooden tv sat next to a bookshelf nearby a fluffy red couch. 

Christmas lights of rainbow colours lay draped from the ceiling along the upper alcoves, yet they were turned off.  Complete darkness reigned supreme throughout the basement space.

 

 

 


'Strange,'  Casey silently thought to himself, swiping a sweaty lock of blonde hair from his brow. 

 'I remember leaving my Christmas lights on as I went to bed earlier.  They always stay on to help me drift into a relaxing, deep sleep.  How very strange.  That's not like me.  Not at all.  Almost as if a stranger has come in and turned them off.

Hmm.. that's quite bizarre though, ' Casey silently contemplated to himself, stroking his blushed cheek of handsome masculine beauty.

 

 

 

Casey had just gotten out of bed and traipsed over to an antique wardrobe resting against the far wall, hidden by a draped curtain of velvety silk (vanilla pink), when he noticed a fragrant aroma of mystical sensualism that was wafting from an unknown vent in the brick wall; it was emanating from deep within the far darkened corner of his basement. 

 

A sparkling luminescence of shimmering glitter seemed to shine from deep within the darkness of the mysterious vent.

 

 

 

 

Casey strided across the room and reached the glowing vent in the darkness.

A sparkle of glitter wafted upwards from the bizarre, invisible stream of air.

 

An unknown fragrance of mystical temptation, hypnotizing him in a strange power of almighty mystery and hidden zeal, became very evident to his senses.  Cautiously, he bent his head down towards the opening.

 

 

 

A stream of glittering air hit his face and he squinted his eyes in curiosity as he gazed further into the dark.  He placed one ear towards the icy-grate of the vent's opening and rested on his knees, straining to listen.

 

 


A heavy sound of industrial machinery mixed with the dull roar of white noise and splashing water was highly prevalent.  A distant rumble was evident and he caught various other mysterious noises he couldn't explain.

 

The bizarre sounds were intertwined with a dull tramp of marching feet and a hum of distant voices.

 

 

 

Was it marching feet?

Or was it something else entirely?

 

 

 

He turned his head to the other side and stuck his other pointy ear against the grate.  The roaring white noise that was far in the distance below him was tuning out the other unidentifiable sounds.

 


  Casey reached once more for his neon flashlight and shone it on the black-lit, glowing vent.

 

 

 

Casey gasped, as he heard sounds from far below that resembled a carnival and muffled voices mixed with what sounded like roller-coaster noises. 

 

A mysterious roar of rumbling machinery also wafted upwards from the depths of the blackness from within the vent. 

 

 

 

From deep underground?  What was this strange mystery that he was hearing from a hidden vent near his wardrobe, deep within his room in the basement?

 

(Photo of Casey !)


Casey flashed his neon green light forward and walked towards his closet, opening the door to retrieve a pair of orange overalls and black boots.  He also grabbed a black baseball cap from one of his favorite sports teams, the ''Panthers''.

 

 

 


Donning the orange corduroy overalls over his body and lacing up the black high-topped boots, he slung his light-green school backpack over his bare shoulder.  Running to the mirror he gazed upon himself.

 

His damp and sweaty dark-blonde hair (wet with sensual desire and innocence) was hanging down onto his forehead, as his heaving bare chest lie fraught with the tight buttoned-up overalls.  He was tall and masculine, quite well-built for his age. 

 


 He could easily have passed for being an eighteen year old teenager.

 

 


The entire ensemble was bizarre and odd enough. 

 

A pair of orange overalls lie buttoned-up tight over his bare, bulky chest and his high-topped black construction boots made him appear even taller than was his actual height.

 


  He silently smiled a wry grin from his handsome, hunky face as he donned his black baseball cap.

 

He was quite a cute and gorgeous young man.

 

 

 


Lying in a darkened corner of his closet, next to a lit up Christmas tree, lay his neon baseball bat and this he grabbed next, slinging it into his backpack. 

 

 

He had always thought it odd that he had preferred a Christmas tree in his closet, yet sometimes he fell asleep in the darkened, relaxing confines of the space, with its bookshelves and dim Christmas radiance glowing from the twinkling rainbow-lights.

 

 

 

Almost as if it was his own little underground library.  A closet basement-world all his own.  White noise from a fan filled the environs.

 

He often would imagine himself lost in a strange basement world of his very own making.

 

 

 

Casey smiled again at the thought and traipsed back out of the closet, shining his neon green light on his fluffy bed.


He grabbed a spiky silver necklace that lie next to his bed on his nightstand and clasped it around his neck, complimenting his broad masculine shoulders.

 

 

Once more he returned to the roaring white noise that echoed from the wafting stream of air, flowing upwards from the bizarre vent in the lower wall, next to the wardrobe.

 

 


'What strange adventure of hidden mystery is this?'  Casey thought to himself.

 

He bent down once more towards the vent and put his ear to the opening. 

 

 A hypnotic, mystical sensation of unknown mystery overtook his mind, filling his senses with hidden thoughts that he had never considered he could ever dream or imagine. 

 

 

 

 

'It all begins here,'  he thought to himself.

 

 

 

Casey reached for the vent and removed its glittering grate.  A stream of sparkling air and a puff of bizarre, fragrant smoke wafted upwards from the depths of the vent's aromatic blackness. 


Was that an alluring scent of fried 'Chocolate Elephant Ears' and 'Chocolate Doughnuts with frosty Red Icing?'

 


Hypnotic sensations of 'tantalizing innocence' were tempting Casey's mind with an alluring fragrance.

Bizarre piles of glitter were shimmering along the bulky red concrete floor that was directly in front of the vent's entrance.

 

 

 

His hypnotic eyes flare forth with a fiery passion of intrigue within the darkness, while his bushy blonde eyebrows, covered with sparkling glitter, begin to shine in a glow-in-the-dark fashion; they alter into a hue of flashing light green, mixed with an enticing teal.

 

 

Red and green steam begins flashing and roaring from deep within the secret depths.

 

 

His way lies further downwards, through the blackness of the bizarre vent.  It's time to descend!

 

 


End of Part I.

 

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 READ PART II: (I still think it's quite bizarre however!)

 

 

Casey reached for the vent and removed its glittering grate.  A stream of sparkling air and a puff of bizarre, fragrant smoke wafted upwards from the depths of the vent's darkness. 

 

 

 

Hypnotic sensations of 'tantalizing innocence' were tempting Casey's mind with an alluring fragrance. 


 Bizarre piles of glitter and velvety honey were shimmering along the bulky red ground that was directly in front of the vent's entrance.

 

 

 

His hypnotic eyes flare forth with a fiery passion of intrigue within the darkness, while his bushy eyebrows, covered with sparkling glitter, begin to shine in a glow-in-the-dark fashion.

 

 

Red and green steam begins flashing and roaring from deep within the secret depths.


When the sparkling steam and fragrant smoke clears, Casey squints downwards into the bizarre flashing darkness of the vent again and can now view a dim flashing neon strobe-light that is illuminating an industrial glow-in-the-dark corner with a crooked ceiling, covered by glittery graffiti and velvety silk curtains. 

 


A flashing neon strobe light illuminates a very bizarre glow-in-the-dark corner that is visible directly before him along the crooked passageway of the vent.  It is very surreal and avant garde in its construction and fashion. 

 

A velvety and glittering-wet garage-door appears to be built into the blackness of the walls nearby the flashing strobe light.  A kind of glistening and glittery paste drips from the walls.

Also visible is two very sharp and spiky points that stick forth from the rear of a very bizarre industrial pink car. - It resembles a very vintage looking 1950s pink Cadillac model.  Only the long spiky points of the rear of the car is visible.


The rest is hidden from Casey's view.  The car has a pile of flashing green snow sitting on top of it with two pointy antennas sticking out of the top.

 

Strangely, a large 1950's wooden television sits next to the rear of the car on the bulky ground, its screen flashing on and off erratically with static.  Two long and pointy antennas stick out of the top of it.

 

 There is a very bizarre derelict pink chair sitting beside the flashing television set.  The chair has a crooked neon-red lamp attached to the side of it. - Two long pointy spikes stick out from each side of the chair. 

 

 

An industrial barrel, along with a sparkling trashcan, sit nearby the bizarre garage-door along the wall.

There are many vents and grilles that are BUILT along the bulky floor and along the low ceiling of the crooked passage. 

 

Theyare puffing out different colours of steam and aromatic smoke.

 

 


 Large industrial pipes are criss-crossing along the low ceiling while a velvety pink curtain is draped from the crooked,  glow-in-the-dark corners, creating a very surreal effect.

 


A shimmering neon-pink sign is directly above the glistening-wet garage door, which reads in crooked letters:

 "SLUM GARAGE ENTRANCE # 2934:  FOLLOW FOR 20 MILES TO REACH THE UNDERGROUND INDUSTRIAL PARKING GARAGE FACILITY of GANON'S FACTORY #823.   -  To INDUSTRIAL SLUM Underground Factory & Parking Garage!"

 

 

Casey's way lies further downwards, through the roaring and flashing neon blackness of the bizarre vent.  It's NOW time to descend!

 

End of Part II.


Submitted: June 28, 2021

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