Evergrim level ups

5 overflow + 900 = 905

M2 250 + 650 

Wrinkles knew to follow the whispers. He walked through the halls knowing he’d get lost but the castle would bring him back. The walls always changed and new rooms appeared and disappeared constantly. Although nobody could make a map, the castle usually helped you get back with the rest of the mob, if you survived a few weeks. He didn’t recognize where he was, but it probably hadn’t existed for more than a day, so he wasn’t too concerned.

Echo smelled something strange. It smelled like, well she didn’t know what but she knew she HAD to eat it, whatever it was. She tried to make the other cats get it for her but nobody else could smell it, so that was odd, it was a very strong smell. She hopped out of bed and stretched her underused legs and ran after the scent.

Wrinkles felt a shift in the air, it felt stale and old. Like he was approaching a part of the castle that has existed for a very long time, he’d never seen it before though. There was a torch at the end of the  hall, lined against the walls were a bunch of weapons… and cake? The cake was fresh at least, but the weapons had… stains on them, old ones. He saw a scythe, it glinted evilly at him, red eyes glowed from the blade. And one of the cakes, it was shaped like a ship, with an elegant golden mast and sails. Then he turned around just in time to see Echo walk up, when suddenly the hall closed leaving them trapped in the room. There were a few seconds to panic before the torch unlit, leaving them in complete darkness.
“AAA OKAY WHAT IS HAPPENING?!??!” Echo screeched, and wrinkles sighed, she was gonna use up all of the oxygen. They were done for, it was pitch black and they had, what, no more that a day to live? The room wasn’t that big.
“Ok just calm down, this is… a test. Can we, uhh, I mean you get out before we suffocate.” he said, hoping she couldn’t hear the fear in his voice.
“UGHH!!! Whyyy are you old people sooooo weird. How old are you even, like 200?” she shook her head in disappointment, and knew that he could feel it, even if he couldn’t see it.
“I’m only 30!” wrinkles huffed, thoroughly offended, but she was already eating a cake.

“Hey! That one could be important, you don’t know which it is!” he said, alarmed. But she responded through a mouthful of cake.
“Nahh, this one’s just in the shape of a pineapple. I think the important ones are the spider, the rabbit, the dollhouse and the key. I dunno they just looked less… happy.” she said smacking her lips. Wrinkles was taken aback, he only knew what one of the cakes looked like and he already didn’t know where it was.
“It tastes like pineapples… but upside down.” she said. But she had walked up to him without him noticing and said that right in his ear. Causing him to jump and disorient himself even more.
“W-what??? That is not helpful. We are going to suffocate, and you’re making no sense. OH NO! Are you delirious, we have even less air than i thought-” she stopped him by shoving cake in his mouth… it did taste like upside down pineapples. Oh no, he was delirious too.

“Ima gonna name this the applepine cake. Get it? Pineapple backwa-” she was rudely interrupted by an exasperated wrinkles
“YES, i get it. Now can we TRY NOT TO DIE!!!” he shouted. Then lowered his voice
“I’m sorry.” he said and curled into a ball and sobbed silently. And she stopped.“Oh, uh, i thought this was a test… just because you’re old doesn’t mean you  know everything HAH… ohh, that means we’re in danger. But you know how to get us out. Well of course i can do it by myself. We’re gonna dieeee. I never got to say goodbye to my cookie jar.” she ran over to the key cake and began to lick it.
“Uhm, what are you doing.” wrinkles asked unable to see but hearing the licking.
“A um oanaan wet oos eet mm shmeewo” she said while licking it, the cake was in fact, not a cake. It was licorish, when Wrinkles sniffed the air he realized that and came over to help lick the cake. After what felt like dangerously long time he didn’t lick licorice, something was inside. It was cold, furry skin. He jumped back with a screech. And echo rolled her eyes, not like he could see. And picked up the chunk, it was a wrist of a thin furred cat, almost hairless like wrinkles. She set it down on the floor in the middle of the room.

“It’s just some dead guys wrist.” she told him. And he hopped from foot to foot nervously.
“Where is it, where is it, where is it!?!?” he asked, panicking and using more oxygen than they could spare.
“On the floor, don’t eat it.” she told him going up to the dollhouse, she bit it, this was a meat cake, a steak cake, a steake.
“Hey wrinkles, it’s a steake!” she said, not listening to whatever he responded with. She bit down the doors and looked inside. She saw nothing of course, but remembered that there were two dolls in it. One of Wrinkles and one of herself. They were made out of delicious chocolate, but they were hollow and hidden inside of them was 1 toe in each figurine.
“Chocolate with a crunchy surprise inside.” she announced to wrinkles who didn’t question it, and just backed away to let her do her thing. 

She then went over to the spider cake, there was nothing inside, except a rock? She went over to the rabbit and cleaned the icing off, her breathing was starting to actually feel strained at this point. Where the rabbit’s brain would lie, sat a single toe, the dewclaw, the thumb. She knew she was still missing two and that they were in the spider. She tried to smash the rock open for a while but she was beginning to feel dizzy, she just had to close her eyes for a minute.
“THAT’S IT!” she exclaimed, her eyes opening very wide, but Wrinkles was meditating to conserve air. She popped open the spider’s eyes and removed the toes. On the floor in the middle of the room she assembled the foot. Because somehow 5 toes and a wrist made a foot… she didn’t question it so you shouldn’t either. She heard wrinkles snoring and woke him up, she didn’t think snoring was good for trying to not suffocate.

“The tables have turned my dear friend-” she started
“Uh, we’re not dear friends??” he pointed out causing her to growl, they were both feeling very faint at this point.
“Annnywaays- i made a paw, while you SlePt. So who’s the smart one now?” she asked clearly wanting him to say she was smart.
“Okay, but what do we do with someone’s random foot?” he asked her, raising his eyebrows, but realizing it was pointless.
“I dunno, but we need to break down the wall, there were a bunch of weapons here right?” she asked, unsure of why they didn’t just grab a hammer and smash the wall down.
“No we can’t touch them, they’re cursed… OH” he said and they both spoke at the same time.
“We hold them with the paw!!!” they said in unison, but before they could argue about who said it first they started choking a bit, there wasn’t much time.
“What if we can only use it once and grab the wrong weapon?” Echo asked, she had memorized most of the cakes but not the weapons, she was sure wrinkles had memorized where a hammer was though.
“Uh, I saw a scythe.” Wrinkles said not wanting to admit he didn’t have the incredible photographic memory that she did and that in the dark all that his mind gave him was watching his wife die.
“It’s ummm, next to a cake shaped like a ship.” he said hoping she’d know where that was
“Which one?” she asked not even sure if a scythe would knock down a wall without breaking.
“There’s more than one!?!? It had uh a golden mast.” he said and heard her footsteps swoop away as soon as he finished. She grasped the handle with the disembodied paw. And everything glowed an angry, blinding red. But it absorbed into the foot leaving it the dark color of dried blood. The scythe now glowed a pale blue, like the moon. Lighting up the room, Echo collapsed, as her legs would no longer hold her. The scythe clattered over to Wrinkles, who grasped it in his teeth and chucked it at the wall. It broke a tiny hole and fell to the floor, still intact. Neither one of them could move but oxygen flowed back into the room and after passing out for an unknown amount of time they woke up, bodies sore from the hard floor, but very glad to be alive. Wrinkles panicked, what if they had died, sometimes the ghosts didn’t know they were dead at first, but he started hyperventilating and realized that ghosts don’t breathe. They both worked at taking turns hitting the wall with the scythe, neither of them were very strong, but they had light, and air, and food. So even though it took a while, they weren’t sure how long. The hole was eventually big enough to crawl through and they returned to their normal lives. But now they shared this, and soon will share many more things...