#funidoors

[nonethewhyser]

Hey weren't there 6 of them?

[neverplaythisgame]

bury the survivors somewhere where no one would find them the funidoors perhaps let the water soak their bodies and take them away untill theres nothing left. truely the perfect plan no? - r

RON DEVLIN:

RON DEVLIN:

RON DEVLIN: (im not fucking saying That)

[bracelet-archive]

what are your opinions on snails :-)

" love em! "

[starline9]

being gnomed on all sides today..... fucking gnome war

[doctormargarine]

eptg au where nerves jerma streams in the funidoors even when it's in the void

axon is still on the phone and the events of the update play out but jermas just there

[everplaythisgame]

Mr. Maxilla is trying to get away.

Cerebelle doesn’t know why.

She doesn’t know what happened.

What made her act like this.

She doesn’t know what’s making her peruse him.

She only knows that she can’t understand it.

The only sounds that fill the Funidoors is their own lonely footsteps, followed by Mr. Maxilla’s desperate breathing and the sound of Cerebelle’s feet moving faster than her legs are capable of carrying her.

She doesn’t know what happened to them.

She only wants to find out.

She hears another sound.

Metal.

Loud metal.

Metal that sounds too human...

and yet, not human enough.

[ranvieranvieranvier]

Maxilla looks up at the console Ranvier so desperately wanted him to look at. Taking a look second at the room, realization hits.

MR. MAXILLA: Ranvier, we’ve been in the Funidoors the whole time.

RANVIER: HUH

MR. MAXILLA: Yes, precisely, these…. this security office, it’s all in the floor plan. There’s simply no other answer, it’s u-unmistakable! All we have to do is hike back up the main path and we’ll be back where we started! W-why else would it be plastered all over the footage, Ranvier, if not for the fact that we, WE are here?! We can just.. leave!

Mr. Maxilla starts regaining some of himself, somehow in such a place.

[shewassharpasthenameofneedles]

THE FUNIDOORS.............

[everplaythisgame]

Where and what are the funidoors?

CEREBELLE: What’s that?

MR. MAXILLA: Well, you know when nutjob tin-foil-hat-a-flappers go “THE NERVE CENTER BUILT SECRET TUNNELS THROUGHOUT FRAYZEND! THEY’RE SPYING ON ALL OF US AND KEEPING THE CREATURE DOWN BELOW THERE” like~? You know those types?

PUPIL: WHATS A NUTJOB

MR. MAXILLA: …Oh, right! Y-you kids came over here from Wheresville, didn’t you? You don’t know about the outside world! How silly of meee~!

MR. MAXILLA: That is to say, the President let me build secret underground tunnels under the park, literally everywhere, so my staff could travel through areas of the park without breaking immersion! And that’s where I chose to hide the mold since it’s employees only and there’s really no point in that anymore, is there?~ Isn’t technology marvelous and-

In his pacing back-and-forth haze, Mr. Maxilla trips on a bunched up rug. In getting up, a realization hits him.

MR. MAXILLA: OH SHIT I MIGHT’VE LEFT THE ENTRANCE TO THE FUNIDOORS WITH MY KEYS IN THEM FUCK

[everplaythisgame]

Tensions run high as Maxilla opens the hotel entrance to the Funidoors. It’s a cavernous black pitch until with the flick of a switch, the lights come on, revealing a sprawling, claustrophobic hallway. It smells of dust and clarity. The hallway seems to stretch on forever, but there’s no time to grab the scope of it.

MR. MAXILLA: Okay, kiddos - I’d like to give you a proper Maxfun-quality standard tour of this place as much as the next guy but we’ve really, really gotta get a move on!~ Weird question, but do any of you have any means of self defense in case we just so happen to run into a fiend on our journey?~

PUPIL: I HAVE MY TEETH!!!

IRIS: I have claws. And, like. Wizard powers, I guess.

Cerebelle doesn’t answer. She already knows what she’s capable of.

MR. MAXILLA: That’ll do, that’ll do.

Mr. Maxilla cautiously steps down the trail, and the rest follow in his footsteps. And so, the journey into the Funidoor labyrinth begins….

What does Cerebelle do next?

[everplaythisgame]

wheres the funidoors

CEREBELLE: Then where’s the entrance?!

MR. MAXILLA: In Historic Mainland Downtown Street and - FUCK THEY WERE JUST THERE WEREN’T THEY? THEY MUST’VE SEEN IT! MY LIFE IS OVER! OVER! I’LL RUE THIS DAY! I’LLLLL RUE IT!!!!

IRIS: Uhhh okay. Can you at least get through them through here?

MR. MAXILLA: You could.

He pulls himself together, literally un-spiraling himself into a recognizable humanoid form.

MR. MAXILLA: But if we do go - we have to act quicker than a high-income mother of 3 on Black Friday, you hear?! Those becurseded Birthday Troopers could be on their way at ANY SECOND!

PUPIL: THEN???? SHOW US THE WAY? WHERE’S WE GOING?!

Mr. Maxilla messes around with the pocket of his trench coat before pulling out a single key.

MR. MAXILLA: Kids, we’re going underground. And once we do…there’s no turning back.

[everplaythisgame]

but what about the mold? how does it fit into all of this?

CEREBELLE: What about the mold, then? Where does that fit in this whole thing?

MR. MAXILLA: That’s the part that I got!

IRIS: Great. You have it. Okay, so, you know where it is then right?

MR. MAXILLA: …

IRIS: Oh god please tell us you know where the all-important weirdo magical object is-

Mr. Maxilla starts whispering.

MR. MAXILLA: It’s in the Funidoors.