Well, here’s Day 2! 1768 Words today, and 3106 all together!
Leaping to his feet, Leddy retrieved his sword from the bottom of the boat, leaned forward and attempted to slice through one of the tentacles, but before he could, another arm grabbed him from behind, pinning his arms to their sides.
Before Stikky could free him, the tentacle lifted up into the air, and began to draw him towards the enormous squid, the toothy suction-cups of the glowing arm biting into him.
“Leddy!” Screamed Stikky, staring after him in panic.
Biting his lip in order to ignore the pain, Leddy managed to wrench out his sword arm from the tentacles grip, and, as he drew closer to the sea monster, he let out a yell and stabbed his sword into the creature’s body, burying it up to its hilt.
A tremor ran through the gigantic squid, and it threw its tentacles up into the air. As it do so, it lost its hold on Leddy, allowing him to miraculously land back in the boat, winded, but pretty much unharmed.
Giving the two stickmen one last, angry, unblinking stare, the gigantic squid lifted its arms from the boat and submerged back into the depths of the lake from where it had come.
Stikky immediately turned his attention to Leddy. “Are you okay?” He asked, half-relieved, and half-anxious.
Grinning weakly up from the bottom of the boat, his friend looked down at the small, puncture-holes were the tentacle had been—slowly oozing blood—and nodded.
“I think…” he began slowly, coughing. “I think I’ll be fine.” he continued. “Now c’mon, let’s get out of here before something else attacks us!”
As the ancient, wooden boat grounded on the far shore with a scrunch, the two stickmen wearily clambered out, pulled it up further onto the stony beach, and stowed the old, chipped oars inside it.
Turning, they walked further up onto the beach and began to examine their surroundings for the first time.
To the left of the shore was another tunnel, its entrance dark and mysterious. The light they had seen came from a large, brightly-lit lantern hung on a hook in the wall, directly above a set of large, iron doors.
Stikky went to examine the doors, while Leddy inspected the new tunnel.
The doors, Stikky noted, were heavy, metal doors, that was for sure. Locked too, he found after giving both the handles a hearty tug.
Where did they lead? He wondered, scratching his head. But they couldn’t be… no… this couldn’t be…
Leddy, after crossing the shore to the tunnel, found that it sloped up quite steeply, and took a peek inside. Was that… sunlight?
“Hey Stikky!” He shouted, turning to look back at his friend. “I think I found our way out of here!”
As Stikky turned away from the door and ran back towards Leddy, his foot caught on a rock, his foot twisted painfully, and he fell in a heap behind a pile of rocks.
Groaning painfully, he lay there for a few seconds, and was about to get up when he heard voices, and froze.
“Bzzrt… here’s one!”
“What do we do with him? Kill him?”
“Bzzzzrt… you fool, don’t you remember what Destick said? Kill them if they’re in a bunch, but if there’s only one, take him alive!”
Stikky heard Leddy groan, and cautiously peered over the rocks, stifling a gasp as he took in the scene before him.
Two Strobots—one with a sparking, electrical sword and the other with a gun— stood over Leddy, arguing angrily with one another.
Drawing his sword quietly, Stikky was about to jump over the rocks and run to Leddy’s rescue when his younger friend lifted his head, made eye-contact with him, and shook his head ever so slightly.
Sinking down behind the rocks once again, he desperately tried to think of a way he could take down the Strobots and rescue his friend, but his mind was blank.
“Bzzt… on your feet, stickman!”
Peering over the rocks once more, Stikky saw the two robots pull Leddy roughly to his feet and half-drag him over to the two doors.
Stepping forward, one of the Strobots entered a code into a keypad attached to the wall of the cave, waited a few moments for the doors to open, then the two marched Leddy inside, the doors closing behind them.
Running forward, Stikky pulled on the door handles, but to no avail. They were once again firmly locked.
Turning, he desperately examined the keypad, looking for some kind of clue as to what the password was, but eventually gave up.
Sighing, he was about to sink to the ground when, out of nowhere, a new determination struck him.
He was going to infiltrate Destick’s lair and rescue Leddy from within, no matter what!
“Well, well, what’ve we got ‘ere?”
An old, cracked voice spoke out from behind Stikky, making him jump in fright.
Turning, he saw the thin, ragged form of McRhoddy standing behind him, a crooked grin on his wrinkled face.
“I’ve been looking for you fer ages!” the old stickman continued. “When the others got back to the ship and said they’d had to hide from a group of Strobots, I quickly realised you and Leddy weren’t with them. Where is the young lad, by tha way?”
“I couple of Strobots captured him!” Stikky exclaimed, unable to keep the worry out of his voice. “They’ve taken him in there!” he added, pointing with a finger.
“Ah!” McRhoddy mused, scratching at his ragged beard. “So ya found Destick’s Lair! It’s been many a year since I’ve been inside there!”
“Could you get in again?” Stikky asked hopefully, tucking his sword back into his belt.
“Hmmm…” McRhoddy said, pondering thoughtfully. “O’ course we can, m’lad!” he exclaimed. “We just need the key-code!”
“You… you do know it, right?” Stikky replied expectantly, shifting his gaze from McRhoddy to the keypad.
“Um…” the old stickman muttered, slightly foolishly. “Well, ya see now… it’s been like, fifty years since I was last-”
Letting out a yell of frustration, Stikky yanked his sword out from his belt and slashed out at the numpad, disfiguring it with one quick strike.
“Steady on there, m’lad!” McRhoddy exclaimed as the two were showered in sparks. “Don’t go losing yer… ah! Good job!”
Grinning triumphantly as the heavy metal doors slid open, Stikky sheathed his blade once again. “That’s one way to do it, I suppose!” he added.
“Wait-” McRhoddy began as Stikky’s plan dawned on him. “Yer not going in there, are you? Laddy, it’s far too dangerous!”
Stikky shrugged. “You’ve been in there before, haven’t you?” He asked, folding his arms across his chest.
“Yeah, but this is different!” the aged stickman exclaimed. “Ya can’t just go tramping into Destick’s Lair and rescue your friend just like that!”
“Well, do you have any better ideas?” Stikky retorted impatiently.
McRhoddy opened his mouth, and shut it again. “Yer right,” he said after a moment. “There’s not much else we can do. Just try and stay in the shadows!”
As Stikky turned to go inside, he remembered something. “Oh, one last thing,” he added. “When I find him, we’ll probably be running for our lives, so can you make sure we’re ready to leave the split second we get back to the ship?”
McRhoddy saluted. “As ya wish, cap’n!”
Shaking his head in amusement, Stikky turned around, and, taking a deep breath, stepped through the doors and into Destick’s Lair.
After descending a set of stairs, Stikky found himself in a tall, narrow corridor, the walls, floor, and roof lined with some kind of metal plating.
Looking around, he spotted a Strobot Guard, its silver body reflecting the bright electric light that lit the room in all directions.
Drawing his sword silently, he sprinted silently across the room and disposed of the guard with a single thrust of his blade.
Pulling the sparking robot behind a pillar in an attempt to hide it, at least for the moment, he opened the door at the other side of the room and stepped through it, finding himself in another corridor, this one lined with prison cells on either sides.
Hurriedly hiding behind another pillar as two Strobot’s walked past, Stikky peeked out from behind it, quickly searching the dark corners of the nearest cell before moving onto the one alongside.
After checking about half of the cells, he was about to sink down in frustration and despair when a tired but excited voice called out to him in what could almost be called a whisper.
“Stikky? Is that really you?”
Leaping to his feet, Stikky looked around, and saw his friend in a cell on the opposite side of the room, a look of happy surprise on his tired face.
Quickly crossing the corridor to his friend’s prison, Stikky grinned at him, too happy to speak for a moment.
“C’mon,” he said eventually. “Let’s get you out of there!”
Lifting his sword, he brought it down on the keypad lock beside the cell, sending sparks into the air as the door slid open, freeing Leddy.
As Stikky turned to run back towards the exit, he felt a hand rest on his shoulder.
“Stikky,” Leddy hissed, looking around in case there would any Strobots nearby. “I saw Destick before; his inventing room is at the other end of the corridor. Don’t you think we should try and find out what Destick’s plans are while we’ve got the chance?”
Stikky stared at him for a moment, as if not understanding what he was saying. Then he nodded.
“Okay,” he whispered. “But we’ve got to do it quickly, got it?”
As Leddy nodded vigorously, the two moved silently forward towards the door at the end of the corridor, looking carefully around them.
Opening the door, they found themselves in an enormous room filled with tool-covered benches, drawing boards, touchscreens, massive sets of blueprints, and countless other things the stickmen did not even know the names of.
Walking speechlessly into the room, Stikky and Leddy stared open-mouthed at the incredible technology around them.
Snapping out of it, Stikky hurried over to a bench and examined a large set of blueprints designed for some kind of large, mechanical-like mining robot.
“We need to take some of this stuff with us!” exclaimed Leddy, taking a sword he recognised as the same—or at least similar—blade the Strobot Commander had used.
At that moment the two heard footsteps coming from another corridor opposite the way they had come, and before they could even move, Destick and two Strobots on either side of him walked in.