PART II
You waddle out of the lift, with a manner that only a man with several thousand skittles down his pants can muster. Kevin, gleefully trots along just ahead of you.
You try to take your mind off things and look around the room you now find yourself in, every step you take producing a sound not unlike someone shaking a bag of marbles with a sausage in it. Looking up, you can see that the brilliant white walls shoot straight upwards on all sides, fading from view in a brilliant white light which conceals whatever form of ceiling is or is not up there. You glance back down at the floor, covered in jet black tiles, which aren't actually jet black at all thanks to the heavenly glow high above your head. Every step echoes beautifully around the room, regardless of the awful din produced by your undergarments.
"Where are we?" you say aloud, almost forgetting you're not alone
"You're dead." replies a sweet, tiny voice, which does little to lighten the weight of what was actually just said. You stop in your tracks, the momentum of the skittles causing you to wobble a little. Quickly, a realisation hits, and your shocked, wide eyed face falls to a resentful frown. You look down at your feet, to see Kevin sitting in front of you, a tiny paw clasped over his mouth to stop himself giggling aloud. You consider stepping on him when something catches your eye up ahead. A small white cloud is gently drifting down towards the floor, with a small, old man sat on top of it, seemingly meditating.
He sits, motionless. His head is bald, most of his face hidden by a massive amount of facial hair. He is wrapped in purple robes with golden stitched patterns all over. He opens one eye and looks you up and down, then closes it again. "I am the grand wizard Walnutcracker!" he shrieks in an insane, high-pitched cackle. "What would you ask of me?"
Without thinking, you blurt out "[blank]"