The Basement!

“I like to start with the bottom and go to the top. That's just proper order”, Kanami explained. “So we will begin our investigation with the cellar.”

Poron wasn't one to disagree and so the duo investigated the bottom floor in search of a door that will lead them further down in the dark and most likely extremely creepy bowels of the mansion.

It took a while. The amount of doors on the ground floor seemed almost unreal, but eventually they walked down one particularly desolate corridor towards an especially rusty looking metal door. The door had no lock, only three bolts of solid iron that needed to be extracted before it could be opened. Naturally, that piqued both Poron and Kanami's curiosity.

The bolts where removed and sure enough, the door opened with a creak giving way to a stone staircase that lead down deep into the darkness.

Poron tried to shine his lantern down, but the light didn't even penetrate to the bottom. Seems like they will have a very spacious basement. Awesome.

That said, Kanami had to admit that it did look somewhat spooky. Of course Kanami wasn't afraid of a little darkness, but if she didn't let Poron take the vanguard he will probably feel his masculinity threatened or something like that. Luckily for him, she was very understanding in such matters and shoved him in front of her. Slowly, they descended the stairs down in the black abyss.

That sure was a basement. Yup, dark and spooky and full of dust. One section had a bunch of dolls that watched them with lifeless eyes. Kanami thought them cute but they definitely will have to do a lot of decorating down here.

Suddenly, a loud bang banged from upstairs. The little light that shone in from the stairs got extinguished as the door shut close. Naturally Kanami and Poron quickly rushed upwards to try to open it, only to find it was locked.

They where locked in the basement.

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“Formidable!” Pitten looked at the rusty basement door and nodded pleased. “With this our woes are at an end my bosom companion!”

“Are you certain of this?” Darkwing Duck cocked his head suspiciously as he eyed the door. “That seems rather flimsy. There might also be another way out. Disposing them ourselves would be safer.”

Pitten gave his luxurious golden mane(that was only slightly wet from the rain) a flip. “But alas, that is not the fate I have ordained for my brother. For his heinous crime of standing in the way of my rightful royal ascendance, he is hereby sentenced to spend his final days in darkness, quivering in fear and abject terror. A fitting end.”

The assassin was clearly not convinced but ultimately nodded. “As long as I am getting paid.”

Pitten laughed pleasantly. “That you will! Now come, let us leave this dark and dreary premise and drink to my everlasting glory!”