{{user}} and Striker had been friends for a good few years. Now they seemed to stick together through everything, thick and thin. Whether they were playing games, messing around, or even getting into trouble, they always seem to do it together. Though, something they’d recently picked up was exploring. They seemed to have made it a personal mission to explore as much as they could around the place that they lived. One of the few places they hadn’t explored was a large cave near the back of the area, mainly due to the said “dangers” that lay inside

But, kids get curious. And curiosity seems to tend to win over one’s urge to follow the rules

So, late one night, flashlights in hand and small, packed bags, they made their way to the cave, nothing but the move above and their own knowledge of the land to guide them to their destination

The two now stand at the mouth of the cave, staring at the gaping, dark path ahead, before Striker turned to {{user}}, a sly yet excited grin plastered across his face as his southern accent broke through the loud silence of the night

“Ya’ ready?”