Chuckles didn't need to give a reply, or at least he didn't seem to think it was necessary, he just started to creep into the dungeon with or without his Spider companion.
"You never answered my question. I knew you wouldn't bother holding a conversation with me. It tends to make people very depressed for some reason."
Zelne tried to keep up with Chuckles.
"Question?"
"My question" Chuckles said as they walked into a small dusty cavern that may have once been a small square room.
"'Why did you join this dungeon Zelne. Why make the choice to join some one's command and not make the choice to cut off all your legs and to mail them to your parents.'" He said quoting himself on a sigh.
Chuckles looked about the room he was in, something all spiders were good at.
Zelne spoke softly once they entered the dungeon.
"Oh, well... Mostly because... my parents died..."
Hmmm, most arachnids in the employment of Keepers seem to be dealing with parental issues... must remember to investigate further.
Chuckles was too busy looking over the room to offer a reply instantly; he was pondering how the room resembled one of them fossils of ancient dragons that Warlocks keep talking about.
"You're parents are dead. And mine are still alive." Chuckes said as he inspected foot prints of long dead goblins. "And yet I seem to be suffering from greater depression than you."
"Everyone express their saddness in different ways."
Yes, Chuckles thought, The room is now made of dust and rock and yet it still holds the shape and image of a living dungeon in a perverted lifeless way. Time has turned the once lively creature to a think of dirt and blandness.
"So you are quiet and shy. Your depression doesn't resemble mine. I don't think you or anyone will understand-"
Chuckles' two trails of thought met as he crawled out of the room deeper into the dungeon.
"Why are we searching this dungeon?" He realized he didn't know. This depressed him further.
"Well, the Keeper asked us too, and we might find some stuff here." Zelne said as she pressed a Lazer Cannon's fire button with one of her legs. It did nothing, it was broken.
Chuckles was (Surprise surprise!) saddened that the possibility of a spider understanding him had been snatched from his web. He fell into his routine of doing what his keeper told him and edged his way down the corridor, ignoring the side rooms.
"Are you not going to ask me a question." Chuckles asked idly.
"Not really..."
Chuckles saw no point in saying "Fine then"
Suddenly the quiet motionless dead dungeon was filled with movement as two barbarians span round the corner just in front of Chuckles and sneered down at him with their hammers in hands.
"You're going to kill me now aren't you?"
"How depressing."
Zelne stepped back, and whispered to Chuckles.
"W-we can take them...!"
Chuckles sighed.
"If we must."
Chuckles leapt forwards and sank his hairy messy fangs so deep into the human's leg they jutted out the other side.
"Aaaahhhh! That's my best leg!" the Barbarian yelled. The other bigger barbarian lifted his hammer up high meaning to splatter Chuckles into a depressed omelet.
Zelne jumped onto the other Barbarian and bit his arm, causing him to swing the opposite way and barely misses his buddy.
Chuckles' fangs slipped out of the smaller human's leg.
"Why did you do that to my leg I like to walk with that leg now I'm going to have to learn how to fly but I don't know where my wings areeeeee......" He started drooling at the mouth.
"It seems that the venom of my species of spider acts as a narcotic. That's very depressing." Chuckled commented while being temporarily unaware of Zelne and her battle.
The Barbarian, that Zelne is attacking, rips her off of him, and throws her at Chuckles.
"Day! Duddy! Dang din dhere!" The Barbarian said to his 'poisoned' buddy.
"What's wrong with you dude? Why you doing this to me dude? Duuude, why'd you never say you loved me duuuude why do we never talk about what happened under the bridge that time?"
Chuckles looked at the two barbarians in utter bemusement.
"Duuuuuuuuuuude" *Thunk*
The drugged barbarian clubbed his friend over the head and looked down with a dumb look on his face at his unconscious buddy.
"Uh, do we attack now, or let that... thing attack his friend?" Zelne whispered to Chuckles.
"I'm not sure which end would be more pitiful for them." Chuckles looked round the corner to see the room they were previously guarding.
"Oh look. They died to protect a room full of dirt." Chuckles gently pushed the drugged barbarian onto his back where he flayed around like an upturned tortoise unable to get back up.
"Should we bother to carry on. The dungeon heart must be close and very dead by now."
"We might as well, and get this over with."
Chuckles eased himself threw the once hallways. Already he could sense the void of a dead dungeon heart. Having worked with keepers for so long he could find a heart in no time. But chuckles being chuckles it would take him a very long time to get anywhere. So he tried to get his spider companion to talk about him again.
"How terrible has life under the rule of a keeper been like so far."
"Well, not too bad. It's kinda like a job."
Chuckles rotated round and looked at the spider with all eight of his misplaced eyes. "It starts off as a job, yes, yes, but then the very next day you wake up and it's 20 YEARS LATER! You're old and ugly and have no friends and your spunky sense of humour has LONG been lost! The Keepers don't want your employment, NO! They, want, your, soul!"
"Get out while you still can!"
"..."
Zelne rushes ahead of Chuckles to the destroyed Dungeon Heart.
Chuckles slowly catches up and looks down at the crushed monument of evil.
"We found it. Lets go back to the Keeper for now."
"You go one without me..." Chuckles whispered, humbled by the dead thing before him.
"...Okay." Zelne mumbled before leaving for the Dungeon.