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You shove your face directly into the chest's golden bounty, eating whatever happens to get into your mouth. It may seem odd, but this is the best way to avoid getting lots of orange dust all over your fingers.

You find yourself making munching mouthbites in time to the marching footsteps around you. A small part of your brain notes that it sounds like a whole army has marched into the room with you. The rest of your brain is completely transfixed on eating as many Cheetos as possible. Such is the power of this perfectly engineered snack food.

You feel little paws grab at your boots and drag you backwards away from the chest. You snarl and kick and hold onto the edge of the chest in a dead man's grip. Then something hits you with a taser and you're dragged down the steps spluttering and convulsing.

Your assailants surround you, waiting for you to stop twitching, and you realize that they're very familiar-looking. They have jagged, pointy tails, round bodies, pointy ears, and little round red circles on their cheeks. They also make a particular sound.....

Uh-oh. You're surrounded by a horde of Pikachu. To your horror, the yellow crowd continues to grow in number. You count dozens, scores, hundreds of the little yellow critters staring at you from all sides.

"Pika pika!" they merrily chant! Why don't you believe that they're happy to see you? You're starting to wish that you'd paid more attention to the door to the south closing on you.

Deep WIP