And then-echoing through the room, disrupting the fragile silence-the sound of the heavy stone lid of the tomb sliding off.
"T-T-The fuck i-is t-that-?!"
A skeletal hand rose out of the tomb. And then...
(Heh, skeley boi :>)
"....Oh hell no! ABSOLUTELY not!"
He turned his body towards one of the hallways and began to run down it
(Liches be trippin')
He could hear snarling noises as the lich chased after him, uneven gait creating shaking and rattling noises as it's bones clicked together
"NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE, GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS PLACE!!"
(Mhm UnU)
He ran for what seemed like miles, the lich close behind, until-he reached a dead end.
"G-God dammit! No no no n-!"
He saw the faint outline of a trapdoor in the ceiling above him-if he could just reach-there was a small rope hanging down from the door-
And just like anyone, he fawking grabbed the rope and frantically climbed up like holy shit-, that thing is terrifying, imagine face to face! ow0
