Tiffany's Secret Passage

Tiffany landed tits first upon the hard stone ground. She screamed as she found herself covered in something clinging to her body, lying there in the dark. Grasping her phone she scrambled up to her feet and looked down at herself. She was covered in layers of cobwebs. "Oh. My. Fucking. God!" She said, her shrill voice echoing around this cobweb infested hallway."Gross, gross, gross, gross!" She retched as she pulled the cobwebs off of herself and more importantly, her outfit. She spent minutes picking it all out of her hair.

Only once she was sure it was all gone, did she glance around properly. The hallway was smaller than the previous one she had been in with Willow. Lower ceiling, more narrow walls and with these thick sheets of webs that made seeing further than a few feet down either way of the hall impossible. She turned back to the suit of armour. The rusty knight now held their sword down when it had been up before she bumped it.

Tiffany was no genius or even above average when it came to intelligence but she was not as dumb as people took her for. Even she could work out the very obvious. She reached for the hand of the rusted armour and tried to push it back up. It did not budge. "Stupid, rusted, stuck piece of crap!" She shouted as she used all the might her weak hands could muster to try and reverse what she had done. She felt the armour shift and for a moment hope filled her. Only instead of moving back up the gauntlet simply opened and released the sword that cluttered to the floor between Tiffany's expensive, designer shoes.

"Fuck this," Tiffany exclaimed before looking down at her rust covered hands. "Yuck!" She delved into her handbag, trying not to get filthy rust in it, pulling out some make-up wipes and using them to clean her hands. "I hate it here. Why couldn't we have just gone to the bloody party?" She stomped her foot and the sword rattled on the ground. Glancing down at the weapon an idea formed in her head.

Taking her makeup wipe she wrapped it around the handle of the rusty sword and then picked it up. Holding her phone in one hand and the sword in the other she carefully swung it through a sheet of webs hanging across the hallway. It easily cleared them out of the path. "Fuck you spider webs!" Tiffany yelled as she picked a direction to go down the hall and using her newly found 'de-weber' cleared the way forward. She checked her phone, looking to pick up that signal she had been chasing. She hoped Willow would be okay. And the others. This house was dangerous… and so dirty. She squinted. Up ahead, was that a light in the dark?