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[X] Drink from the third bottle, which smells of chocolate and cream.

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Grimnír ventured to taste the contents of the third bottle, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of custard, tiramisu, flan parfait, moist chocolate cake, vanilla icecream, and hot cocoa,) he very soon finished it off.

"What a curious feeling!" said Grimnír. "I must be going colorblind. Wonderful..."

And so it was indeed: everything in the room was a different shade of grey, and he planted a palm on his forehead at the thought that he just drank an unknown poisonous or hallucinogenic substance. He waited for a few minutes to see if he was going to start seeing flying pink elephants or other strange things of that sort. Grimnír felt more than a little nervous about this, since going colorblind isn't usually a good thing.

"For it might end, you know," said Grimnír to himself, "in my going completely blind or insane altogether."

After a while, finding that nothing more happened, he decided on checking the room for more clues, but, alas! He circled the hall once, and then twice, but found himself no better equipped to open any of the locked doors. Then, when he got back to the table, he found that all the bottles had vanished. And so did the little golden key.

"Of course they all vanished!" said Grimnír. "If they all stayed still, like good little inanimate objects, then this story would make far too much sense, now wouldn't it?"

Frustrated and annoyed, the young man started pacing along the halls, half-expecting something equally unexpected to appear. And to his surprise (and chagrin) something did. Soon his eye fell on a strange purple door that definitely wasn't there before.

"Well, why not?" said Grimnír. "Things can't get much more confusing."

He carefully checked the door, and finding it unlocked, he stepped through. And by the time he noticed, he found himself walking along a strange path in the woods. Of course, he took a glance behind him, and finding no trace of the purple door, he shrugged and continued walking.

"Which way? Which way?" said Grimnír to himself as he followed the path.

His surroundings were still in various shades of grey. Figuring that the drink might take a while to wear off, he simply continued on forward, trying as best as he can to prepare for the next foolish thing. In a place like this, he couldn't help but expect nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid to assume that anything go on in the common way.

So he set off on the path, and very soon he encountered something new. Grimnír would have missed it if he wasn't so observant. Near the bushes along the path, he can see an eerie grin smiling at him in the darkness. Could that be a cat of some sort?

[ ] Ignore it.
[ ] Talk to it.
[ ] Custom