Minnie screamed and sprinkled tears everywhere. The blushroom rotated like a wheel, but showed disinterest in their imminent demise. Gamer searched downwards and awaited the bottom to draw close. The chasm led into an expansive underground tunnel, with its own pitfalls and floating blocks. The fall would kill them all, as right below them was solid ground.
Gamer grabbed Minnie and yeeted her into the blushroom's agape mouth. It sucked her in and silenced her cries and panic. Gamer then pulled and forced his way in, surrendered to the suck, and disappeared into its gullet. The blushroom was satisfied beyond comprehension. It couldn't think how it's day could get any better.
The blushroom smashed into the ground. The force caused its body to violently scrunch up, and it let out a grunt. Gamer and Minnie were expelled out. They landed on top of each other, with Gamer's face planted in Minnie's cleavage.
Minnie glanced around the underground, "We're alive?!"
"Mmm-and that's how we do it," Gamer unplanted himself and stood up. He and Minnie checked on the now pancake-cosplaying blushroom. The impact apparently ended its life, too. Gamer put his hands together and did a little prayer, "GG, my suicidal buddy."
"I'm surprised it wasn't like the other blushrooms and prone to violence. How'd you befriend it?" Minnie asked.
"Where I come from I'm really good with my fingers. I've got that magic touch," Gamer's nostrils flared and he wiggled his fingers.
"Magic touch?" Minnie tilted her head. She put a hand underneath the wiggling fingers, but it obviously didn't do anything. Gamer opted for a demonstration. He glided his hand across her cheek and jaw. When he mouth went agape and he stole a gasp, he glided the tips of his fingers down her neck and cleavage. He ended the demonstration by skating over one of her breasts. It sparked something inside her, and she yipped. Orangeness came to her face and even her nipples were elated, "Oh, wow, what a rush! Truly magical! Now it makes sense why a blushroom would like you enough to travel together. It feels...nice."
"I figured you'd understand, pervert," Gamer grinned. No shame, since he was one, too.
Minnie fidgeted in place. Her expression showed somebody hungry and thirsty in all the right ways. She sucked in her lower lip, "Could you...use your magic touch some more? We shellies are supposed to reproduce on a regular basis to sustain Lord Shellie's armies. We are naturally active, but I'm a bit new to it all."
"Tch, they have you bumping like rabbits, eh?" Gamer found it all amusing.
"Rabbits? Thieving bastards..." Minnie became cross and sour.
"Huh?" Gamer imitated a fat cat.
"Nothing, just...never trust a rabbit," Minnie waved a hand in front of her. She retracted her disdain, but its remnants remained in her tone.
"Okay," Gamer obviously didn't have enough lore entries logged. He instead focused on the here and now. A horny turtle babe and him stood in a dark tunnel beneath the land of Chanterelle. It wasn't pitch black, as the light from above hit the stone just right to give everything a dark velvet color. No enemies were present, and no time limit was evident. Temptation rattled Gamer, but he shook his head to deny her, "As much as I'd like to get down and dirty, a deep tunnel down under dirt isn't the place. There might be inflatable dinosaurs or spelunkers lurking about."
Minnie pouted, but understood. She carried on with an investigative eye; she sought a safe zone. Being dead, any chance for some levity attracted Gamer. It wasn't angels or devils, but turtle booty would do.
The tunnel spanned from one end to another, with no deviations or side tunnels. To cross the tunnel, they'd need to do a lot of jumping. It was probably a good thing the blushroom met its end. Gamer noted a few unoperated conveyor belts, "These tunnels have been used before. Considering there are floating blocks, I suspect the shroomans have been here."
"You know us?!" a familiar shrill came from one of the nearby floating blocks.
"Oh cool, they all have the same voice..." Gamer groaned. "Uh, yeah, I met one of your buddies up top. He explained the situation, and how I need to get a wand to change you guys back. We're trying to reach the big castle up there."
"That's why you need the wand? But, that'd make you enemies with Cammy, and by extension, Lord Shellie. Oh me, oh my..." Minnie looked concerned.
"You're working with a shellie! They're our enemies!" the shrooman shrieked.
"We broke her shell, so they hate her right now. And they think I'm Marco, so I'm on sight for them, too. We're all on the same side."
"Yeah! We're all defective," Minnie happily pumped a fist into the air.
"That's a hard sell, but I'll buy. I don't have any room to complain. Do you know how long I've been down here? How many friends and coworkers have been shattered into pieces? I could be next!"
"Coworkers?" Gamer picked up.
"We were miners. We'd work tirelessly, night and day, to find all the buried treasures throughout our lands. All to put joy on our princess's face. We even made an elevator system to quicken the process."
"Elevator?" Gamer picked the next dialogue choice.
"It's just down the tunnel, but guarded by shellies. If you want to help us, then that's the direction you should go," the block pointed.
This was meaningless, since they didn't have fingers! Instead, Gamer took a deep breath and then yelled, "I'm a bad shellie and I lost my shell!"
The words echoed across the cavern walls and ceiling. They took a moment to wait. Farther down one direction, an echo of multiple voices responded, "A shellie without a shell is nothing but a lie! Kill the defective!"
"Bingo," Gamer started in that direction. Minnie followed and waved goodbye to the transformed shrooman, who...also waved back? It was too hard to tell, and thus, not worth investigating.