Dungeon adventure of Jane & Wyn

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Smal Story song i made for fun lol Using me and ‪@Riley_H.H‬ as Characters
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Story:Bickering in the Dungeon
The dungeon was dark, twisty, and smelled like damp stone and bad life choices.
Jane the Rogue moved first — silent, smug, twirling a dagger. Wyn the Paladin followed, armor gleaming faintly, muttering prayers and regrets.

Jane: “You know, if you stomp any louder, the skeletons will start clapping.”
Wyn: “Forgive me for not sneaking in metal boots.”
Jane: “You could take them off.”
Wyn: “You could stop triggering traps.”

A click. A whirr. A storm of darts.
They dove for cover.

Jane: “See? I found the trap.”
Wyn: “You’re lucky I have healing spells.”

They trudged deeper through flickering halls where goblins shrieked and oozes hissed. Jane’s laughter echoed off the stone. Wyn’s sighs followed like punctuation.
When a minotaur charged, Wyn met it head-on. Jane climbed its back, stabbed it between the horns, and rode it into a wall. Dust settled.

Wyn: “Reckless!”
Jane: “Effective!”

They pressed on.
In a crypt lined with skulls, Wyn stepped on a glowing rune. The floor flared green.
A lich rose, shrieking curses.

Jane: “Oh good, another undead with attitude.”
Wyn: “You tripped a curse!”
Jane: “Technically, you did.”

Fireballs flew. Jane darted between tombs, knives flashing. Wyn smashed a goblin to pulp.

Wyn: “See? Problem solved.”
Jane: “That was my decoy!”

The ceiling cracked; they sprinted, bickering the whole way out.
Collapsed crypt. Mission accomplished.

Later, a Sphinx blocked their path, eyes glowing gold.

Sphinx: “Answer my riddle or be—”
Jane: “Nope.”
Wyn: “Jane!”
Jane: “Last time I listened to a magical cat, we got cursed.”

Jane guessed wrong. Wyn reasoned wronger. Both were doomed.
So they attacked.
The Sphinx blinked, horrified, and vanished mid-sentence.

Wyn: “You can’t fight riddles.”
Jane: “Worked, didn’t it?”

They finally made camp near a broken fountain. Wyn’s armor was scorched; Jane’s hair slightly singed. She didn’t mind.

They sat by the fire, laughter filling the quiet.

Wyn: “We’re terrible at this.”
Jane: “Speak for yourself. I’m fantastic.”
Wyn: “You blew up the kitchen.”
Jane: “Yes, but no more rats.”
Wyn: “No more castle, either.”
Jane: “Collateral improvement.”

They clinked mugs — stolen, dented, still warm.

Jane: “For someone so holy, you swear a lot.”
Wyn: “Only around you.”
Jane: “Aw. I’m corrupting you.”

The laughter softened as the fire dimmed.
Wyn leaned back, eyes half-shut.

Wyn: “You light the torches, I’ll light the walls, right?”
Jane: “Artistic expression.”
Wyn: “It’s arson.”
Jane: “Tomato, tomahto.”

Far below, monsters decided — wisely — to let the two “heroes” pass unchallenged.
After all, there’s courage… and then there’s Jane and Wyn.
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Written by: @JaneSteelfire Also Known as Deadlongs
Vocals & Instrumentals: AI Suno (or Producer for Vocals and Instruments)
Disclaimer:Any resemblance to real-world music, themes, or likenesses is purely coincidental and not intended to infringe upon any existing intellectual property or copyrighted material.


Author’s Note:I’m a new artist mostly a novelist experimenting with songwriting for fun and to improve my self .If you enjoyed this piece, please give it a thumbs up or leave a comment! Your support means a lot.
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