-----> ''GANON'S SECRET UNDERGROUND CASTLE ! '' ----> 'Basement ISLAND ADVENTURE #XXX ! ' ---- Ganon's Video game: RPG-WORLD ! ----> ( ''The Tropical Basement SLUMS & THEME-PARK '' !? --- Part 2 !)

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------------------ { GANON'S SECRET UNDERGROUND BASEMENT-CASTLE ! ---------- '' Ganon's Secret RPG: ---- UNDERGROUND CASTLE-SLUMS # XXX ! '' } ----------------------+ Video game RPG: Down into the UnderWorld ! ------ Basement Castle and Frosty Island Slums ! -------- ( ''Underground Basement FACTORY and THEME-PARK '' ?! ------- PART 2 ! )

PART 2: DOWN THE INDUSTRIAL BOILER ROOM'S RABBIT HOLE !  -- FIND THE ENTRANCE DOWN INTO THE SECRET UNDERGROUND 'THEME PARK / FACTORY SLUMS' and THE NPC'S UNDERWORLD' !

 

IMPORTANT NOTE: (This is technically the most recent piece of writing Ive completed after almost a year of not writing any new material / writer's block (ASIDE FROM REVISING MY OLDER CONTENT FROM YEARS AGO). 

--- Honestly, I really haven't had any inspiration to write as much as I did when I was a teenager and in my twenties.  I recently almost gave up on writing.  However, I persisted and this new story is the result.  This is from late Oct. to early Nov. 2021.  I will be uploading a longer part 3 to this story hopefully soon !  THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR READING! )

 

 

 

 

The roaring motorcycle sounds and vicious screaming picks up pace, resounding in the red smoke and fragrant darkness.


  The vicious fellow in the striped sweater and fedora hat screeches his long and sharp knife-claws down the glittery concrete wall to his right.  The crooked concrete wall is fashionable and sultry, with specks of glitter bespeckling its surface.

 

Electric sparks of prismatic flame flash forth within the fragrant darkness as he glides his knife-talons down the concrete.  Glow in the dark glitter and flashing sparks illuminate the crooked corner where he stands hunched over.  It was very terrifying yet fascinating all at once!

 

Strangely, the furnace door of the oversized boiler suddenly trembles and opens in the darkness, illuminating the room in a velvety green glow.


The bulky and masculine fellow in the striped sweater and Fedora Hat viciously licks his sharp, fragrant knife-claws.  The knife-claws are covered in velvety honey and red flour. 

 


''FOLLOW ME, MY LITTLE MAN.  IF YOU WISH TO STAY ALIVE.  THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU...'' the bizarre fellow growls in a very viciously disturbing voice that resembles neither a male nor female in its bravado, yet incorporates tones of each interchangeably. 

 

 

 

He noxiously gloats with a disturbing moan and then stoops low, vanishing downwards into the depths of the bulky ''Underground Boiler Entrance'', leading down into the Factory Underground Slums and UnderWorld ! 


 Fragrant glitter and trickling pools of red flour/ honey trail behind him.

 

WAS THIS EVIL FELLOW SOME KIND OF UNDERGROUND 'BAKER/BUTCHER' or 'FACTORY MURDERER VAGRANT'? 

 

 


I silently frisk upon my pointy heels and traipse forward through the fragrant red smoke until I reach the swinging door of the oversized speckled boiler.

Roaring motorcycles and theme-park noises echo forth from the 'Underground' far below me.

 

 

Fragrant glitter and an oversized pair of spiked high-heels sit just inside the boiler's entrance upon a velvety pile of Christmas lights and sultry melted frosted chocolate; red flour and green glitter covers their pointy exterior.

 

I step forth into the bizarre, sloping entrance, and view a pile of green and red frosty logs blocking the way further downwards along a  checkered black and white path.  Crooked garage doors cover the glittery, dark wall to my right and draped Christmas lights are strung elegantly above my head.

 

 

This checkered pathway eventually leads downwards into the 'Basement Island: Factory Theme Park' and 'Parking Garage Islands and Slum-Town Area'. 

 

 


 A bloody pool, covered in a layer of velvety glitter, foams to my right.

 


Discarded ' Lifepower Easter Eggs'  and 'Jugs of Red Frosted Medicine' sit next to a vicious, winged Bat whom is lapping up the edible blood of the bizarre pool.


Nearby, in a bizarre crooked corner with a low ceiling, morosely decorated with graffiti and Christmas lights, an NPC character's stripped red and white stockings and glistening ruby high-heels are visible, peeking forth from the foundation of  a bewildering, glow-in-the-dark Church-Slum with a pointy chimney-pipe. 

 

 


Graffiti covers the abandoned Church-Slum's industrial fans and its sultry exterior, while frosty purple icicles and glistening tinsel and Christmas lights hang from its crooked eaves.


A 'GREEN MACE' peeks forth admirably from a mound of  Blue Candles and pink hearts nearby.  THE GREEN MACE HAS A GLITTERY GREEN SPIKED HEAD WITH A STRIPED HANDLE, ADORNED WITH A SILKEN PINK RIBBON.

 

 


(I collect  the 'GREEN MACE' and quickly equip it.  My attack power has now changed from 3 to 7.)


I CONTINUE TRAIPSING FURTHER DOWN ALONG THE RED AND GREEN CHECKERED PATHWAY.  RED SMOKE AND FURRY BATS, COVERED IN FROSTY ICICLES AND FLOUR, flap from just above me, swooping to and fro along the low ceiling.

I descend into another bizarre entrance which leads into a psuedo-makeshift underground Wardrobe/Closet Dwelling and Dressing room.

 

 


Sitting upon a bulky 1990's black T. V. set is a 'Jug of Honey' and a 'Pot of Red Flour'.  A large striped 'Easter Egg' sits next to them.  A speckled fire hydrant and a derelict automobile sit next to this bewildering scene in the dark.


I step forwards and collect the bizarre items, stashing them in my striped red and white backpack firmly clasped upon my back !

 

Another crooked boiler entrance, concealed by polka-dotted curtains, is nearby in the darkness.  A large RED SKELETON hangs from the low ceiling, its very bones frosted over with glitter and fragrant ice.

A series of bizarre children's outfits also are draped from the low ceiling right in front of the polka-dotted curtain of the boiler entrance.

 

 


I apprehensively thrust aside the glittery velvet curtain and see a faint green glow emanating from behind the vent of a boiler's hatchway entrance.  I use the 'Fedora Fellow's Key' and unlatch the hatch.


As I step inside, I now can indulge my vicious senses in the sultry and rich fragrances of the baker's forbidden morsels and baked delicacies tempting me from further inwards and downwards; deep into the 'UnderWorld'!

 

 


NPC CLUBMEN WITH BLUE HAIR (ATTIRED IN A TOP HAT WITH TWO POINTY SPIKES AND A BLOODY COLLAR) STANDING JUST INSIDE THE BOILER ENTRANCE:

''DANGER! DANGER!  DO NOT MIX OR EAT THE FROSTY HONEY OR RED FLOUR!  These may be poisonous items!  Red Flour is sifted in the Underground Mills in Faxandu's Frosty Parking Garage Island Slum!  Beware young fellow!''

 

 


In the opposite corner, dilapidated beds and couches sit next to a large wooden television set which peeks forth from a pool of sultry glitter. 

 


Endless sizes of fashions of bizarre and surreal clothing hang upon pegs from the low crooked ceiling of the space.

 

-  I slowly traipse downwards along a black and white checkered pathway, crooked and littered with various usable items: pots of red flour, jars of honey, Easter Eggs, chocolate bars, green chocolate cakes in pink cake boxes, frosty jelly-filled doughnuts, etc. amongst other novelties.

 

 

A ''Red Lamp of NPC of Town of Leaf'' sits upon a layer of honeyed-glitter upon the checkered ground, right next to a crooked flashing electrical fluorescent sign, which reads, ''DOWN TO FACTORY PARKING GARAGE ENTRANCE #87!  NEXT STOP: FROSTY TROPICAL COVE !  BEWARE THE BUTCHER AND BAKER !''

 

 

 

Piles of the most whimsical, colorful, yet bizarre, outfits and fantastical clothing I'd ever seen were strewn along the crooked red cement walls to my right and left.

 

 


After an hour or so of this bizarre checkered pathway, I stumble into a large blue pipe (resembling the kind in Super Mario Bros. games) and re-emerge into an industrial underground parking garage that is decorated with strobe lights, bizarre neon chain link fences and sleek black television sets that  were tied onto the top of large industrial barrels.

 

Silky curtains and twinkling Christmas lights were draped from the low ceiling of the industrial space.


- Endless forms of wooden crates and bizarre decorations covered the sloping crooked walls further in along the parking garage.  -  Mounds of wooden television sets, disused junkyard materials and endless outfits of very surreal fashions sat along the walls on the opposite side of the area.

 

Endless sizes of bizarre doorways led downwards along black and white checkered paths and into ''Underground GARAGE-SLUM-HOUSES''?

 

These Underground GARAGE-SLUMS were living spaces for the slum factory industrial dwellers and vagrant NPCs of the underground.

 

 

END OF PART II !

 


Copyright Nov. 2021 Zelda Vaxandorf.  All Rights Reserved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PART 2: DOWN THE INDUSTRIAL BOILER ROOM'S RABBIT HOLE !  -- FIND THE ENTRANCE DOWN INTO THE SECRET UNDERGROUND 'THEME PARK / FACTORY SLUMS' and THE NPC'S UNDERWORLD' !

 

NOTE: This is technically the most recent piece of writing Ive completed after almost a year of not writing any new material / writer's block (ASIDE FROM REVISING MY OLDER CONTENT FROM YEARS AGO).  From late Oct to early Nov 2021.)

 

 

 

 

 

The roaring motorcycle sounds and vicious screaming picks up pace, resounding in the red smoke and fragrant darkness.


  The vicious fellow in the striped sweater and fedora hat screeches his long and sharp knife-claws down the glittery concrete wall to his right.  The crooked concrete wall is fashionable and sultry, with specks of glitter bespeckling its surface.

 

Electric sparks of prismatic fire flash forth within the fragrant darkness as he glides his knife-talons down the concrete.  Glow in the dark glitter and flashing sparks illuminate the crooked corner where he stood.  It was very terrifying yet fascinating all at once!

 

Strangely, the furnace door of the oversized boiler suddenly trembles and opens in the darkness, illuminating the room in a velvety green glow.


The bulky and masculine fellow in the striped sweater and Fedora Hat viciously licks his sharp, fragrant knife-claws.  The knife-claws are covered in velvety honey and red flour. 

 

 


''FOLLOW ME, MY LITTLE MAN.  IF YOU WISH TO STAY ALIVE.  THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU...''the bizarre fellow growls in a very viciously disturbing voice that resembles neither a male nor female in its bravado, yet incorporates tones of each interchangeably. 

 

 

 

He noxiously gloats with a disturbing moan and then stoops low, vanishing downwards into the depths of the ''Underground Boiler Room Entrance'', leading down into the Factory Underground Slums and UnderWorld ! 


 Fragrant glitter and trickling pools of red flour/ honey trail behind him.

 

WAS THIS EVIL FELLOW SOME KIND OF UNDERGROUND 'BAKER/BUTCHER' or 'FACTORY MURDERER VAGRANT'? 

 

 


I silently frisk upon my pointy heels and traipse forward through the fragrant red smoke until I reach the swinging door of the oversized speckled boiler.

Roaring motorcycles and theme-park noises echo forth from the 'Underground' far below me.

 

 

Fragrant glitter and an oversized pair of spiked high-heels sit just inside the boiler's entrance upon a velvety pile of Christmas lights and velvety melted frosted chocolate; red flour and green glitter covers their exterior.

 

I step forth into the bizarre, sloping entrance, and view a pile of green and red frosty logs blocking the way further downwards along a  checkered black and white path.  Crooked garage doors cover the glittery, dark wall to my right and draped Christmas lights are strung elegantly above my head.

 

This checkered pathway eventually leads downwards into the 'Basement Island: Factory Theme Park' and 'Parking Garage Islands and Slum-Town Area'. 

 

 


 A bloody pool, covered in a layer of velvety glitter, foams to my right.

 


Discarded ' Lifepower Easter Eggs'  and 'Jugs of Red Frosted Medicine' sit next to a vicious, winged Bat whom is lapping up the edible blood of the bizarre pool.


Nearby, in a bizarre crooked corner with a low ceiling, morosely decorated with graffiti and Christmas lights, an NPC character's stripped red and white stockings and glistening ruby high-heels are visible, peeking forth from the foundation of  a bewildering, glow-in-the-dark Church-Slum with a pointy chimney-pipe. 

 

 


Graffiti covers the abandoned Church-Slum's industrial fans and its sultry exterior, while frosty purple icicles and glistening tinsel and Christmas lights hang from its crooked eaves.


A 'GREEN MACE' peeks forth admirably from a mound of  Blue Candles and pink hearts nearby.  THE GREEN MACE HAS A GLITTERY GREEN SPIKED HEAD WITH A STRIPED HANDLE.

 

 


(I collect  the 'GREEN MACE' and quickly equip it.  My attack power has no changed from 3 to 7.)


I CONTINUE TRAIPSING FURTHER DOWN ALONG THE RED AND GREEN CHECKERED PATHWAY.  RED SMOKE AND FURRY BATS, COVERED IN FROSTY ICICLES AND FLOUR, flap from just above me, swooping to and fro along the low ceiling.

I descend into another bizarre entrance which leads into a psuedo-makeshift underground Wardrobe/Closet Dwelling and Dressing room.

 

 


Sitting upon a bulky 1990's black t.v. set is a 'Jug of Honey' and a 'Pot of Red Flour'.  A large striped 'Easter Egg' sits next to them.  A speckled fire hydrant and a derelict automobile sit next to this bewildering scene in the dark.


I step forwards and collect the bizarre items, stashing them in my striped red and white backpack firmly clasped upon my back !

Another crooked boiler entrance, concealed by polka-dotted curtains, is nearby in the darkness.  A large RED SKELETON hangs from the low ceiling, its very bones frosted over with glitter and fragrant ice.A series of bizarre children's outfits also are draped from the low ceiling right in front of the polka-dotted curtain of the boiler entrance.

 

 


I apprehensively thrust aside the glittery velvet curtain and see a faint green glow emanating from behind the vent of a boiler's hatchway entrance.  I use the 'Fedora Fellow's Key' and unlatch the hatch.


As I step inside, I now can indulge my vicious senses in the sultry and rich fragrances of the baker's forbidden morsels and baked delicacies tempting me from further inwards.

 

 


NPC WITH BLUE HAIR (ATTIRED IN A TOP HAT WITH TWO POINTY SPIKES AND A BLOODY COLLAR) STANDING JUST INSIDE THE BOILER ENTRANCE:

''DANGER! DANGER!  DO NOT MIX OR EAT THE FROSTY HONEY OR RED FLOUR!  These may be poisonous items!''

 

 


In the opposite corner, dilapidated beds and couches sit next to a large wooden television set which peeks forth from a pool of sultry glitter. 

 


Endless sizes of fashions of bizarre and surreal clothing hang upon pegs from the low crooked ceiling of the space.

 

-  I slowly step down a black and white checkered pathway, crooked and littered with various usable items: pots of red flour, jars of honey, Easter Eggs, chocolate bars, green chocolate cakes in pink cake boxes, frosty jelly-filled doughnuts, etc. amongst other novelties.

 

 

A ''Red Lamp of NPC of Town of Leaf'' sits upon a layer of honeyed-glitter upon the checkered ground, right next to a crooked flashing electrical fluorescent sign, which reads, ''DOWN TO FACTORY PARKING GARAGE ENTRANCE #87!  NEXT STOP: FROSTY TROPICAL COVE !  BEWARE THE BUTCHER AND BAKER !''

 

Piles of the most whimsical, colorful, yet bizarre, outfits and fantastical clothing I'd ever seen were strewn along the crooked red cement walls to my right and left.

 

 


After an hour or so of this bizarre checkered pathway, I stumble into a large blue pipe (resembling the kind in Super Mario Bros. games) and re-emerge into an industrial underground parking garage that is decorated with strobe lights, bizarre neon chain link fences and sleek black television sets that  were tied onto the top of large industrial barrels.

 

Silky curtains and twinkling Christmas lights were draped from the low ceiling of the industrial space.


- Endless forms of wooden crates and bizarre decorations covered the sloping crooked walls further in along the parking garage.  -  Mounds of wooden television sets, disused junkyard materials and endless outfits of very surreal fashions sat along the walls on the opposite side of the area.

 

Endless sizes of bizarre doorways led downwards along black and white checkered paths and into ''Underground GARAGE-SLUM-HOUSES''?

 

These Underground GARAGE-SLUMS were living spaces for the slum factory industrial dwellers and vagrant NPCs of the underground.

 

 

END OF PART II !

 


Copyright Nov. 2021 Zelda Vaxandorf.  All Rights Reserved.


Submitted: November 21, 2021

© Copyright 2022 ZELDA VAXANDORF. All rights reserved.

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Your writing's off the wall, excitingly different from the boring mainstream, stay that way, it's tough (ask me about writer's block, depression, will to write on) but you're on a roll. Stay shocking, stay thrilling, excite, arouse others, wake em up and don't ever change!
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Mon, November 22nd, 2021 3:21pm

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Thank you so very much for reading! ;-) Thank you very kindly for truly gorgeous and lovely comment. It truly means the world to me.

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