When Slapstick Turns to Tragedy

"Oh, for the love of..." Belboz clucked. "Can't you keep yourself together for two whole minutes, woman? Hold yer horses, I'll be right..."

"Belboz, I love you." she whispered, and abruptly crumbled into dust.

"Wha...wha..." Belboz sputtered. "Je... Jessica?! Wha..."

"Hahahahaha, you fool!!" came Drakenrot's voice from behind them. Amy spun around and there he was, saying "As predictable as always, Belboz. The stupid ratgirl was only a diversion for my real plan - killing your entire family!"

"Daddy, help us!" cried Belboz's zombie children, crawling toward him before they too, crumbled into dust.

"NO!!!" Belboz shrieked, as if the realization of what happened hit him all at once. "Drakenrot!!! You!!!"

"Now you will feel an even greater agony than the one you condemned me to a hundred years ago." Drakenrot said. "Do you remember, Belboz? Do you remember what you did to me?!"

"Drakenrot!" Amy hissed. "You bastard, I'll kill you!!"

"Oh, do you two wanna fight?" Drakenrot said with a faint smile. Hundreds of yellow rat eyes suddenly glowed in the darkness behind him. "Well, as enjoyable as that would be, my intention is for Belboz to suffer. Therefore, killing him would defeat that purpose. As for you, Amy dear, you know you can never escape my grasp. You are my creature now, and I'll be seeing you soon. Hahahahahahaha!!!"

Amy dove for her dagger, but Drakenrot had already teleported away, vanishing into thin air. His platoon of rats hissed at her and scurried off down the corridor.

She looked over at Belboz. The old man was kneeling before the dust of his dead wife, cupping it in his hands. His eyes looked hollow, as if he was aware of nothing at all.

1. Offer to help Belboz take revenge on Drakenrot.
2. Get out of here before anything else happens.

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