Lava cascaded like waterfalls, bright magma dripping from the roof, crimson covering the roof, and Bad let out a yelp. "George!! You muffinhead, be careful!" The demon scolded gently, tail flickering from side to side as he scrambled to keep up with George, who leapt through the basalt deltas, climbing up the basalt pillars and lifting himself up, feeling a chalky dust on his hands. He batted his hands together to watch the white dust poof off, and surveyed his surroundings as George listened to Bad make his way up, climbing with a small groan. George turned, and reached down, holding out a hand, which Bad took with a grin and pulled him up. The two balanced carefully on the basalt pillar, close together, and the close proximity made George giggle as Bad's tail wiggled with joy, and took his hand, to hop off the pillars, and down, skimming the edge of some magma, as Bad followed swiftly. "Hey!! Watch out!" He exclaimed, and George merely laughed, running and leaping over small lava patches, watching the sparks from it flick up and lick at his pants and shoes. They landed on softer netherrack, both panting and out of breath from the climb and journey over the grey and orange biome. Bad put his hands on his knees, before standing up straight with a grin, and George wiped his forehead and the sweat that had been accumulating on it. The two looked at each other, dumb little giggles erupting from their mouth, which was cut off by a rather violent, loud wail that echoed around them. Bad jolted up protectively, and George swung his head around, until his eyes landed on the creature that made the noise. A ghast was floating upwards, yet to see them, but the tears steaming down its face made Bad, whilst knowing it was a mob, coo and aww empathically. Meanwhile, George had a different idea. Reaching into his inventory, he took out a fishing rod, grasping it. He didn't give Bad time to react, who only noticed him rushing forward. "Woah- George!! Be careful- Aaah!" Badboyhalo called in alarm, rushing forward but stumbling to be sure that he wouldn't fall- As they were right above a lava ocean. George slung the fishing rod hook out, leaping across the gap, and landing on top of the ghast, swinging the hook around and managing to catch it- It had wrapped slightly around the ghast's head, a makeshift leash, and George noticed that if he pulled at one side, it would turn that way. Turning it towards Bad, George let out a scream of joy and excitement. "Woo!! Bad, Bad, oh my god, look!! I caught- I caught a ghast!! I caught it!!" He yelled to Bad, who looked both impressed and scared shitless. "Oh my gosh- George, please don't fall!" The demon called in concern, not wanting to be too close to the edge of the netherrack. But as the ghast locked eyes on Bad, George could feel a slight warmth underneath him, eyes widening under his goggles as fire welled up in its mouth, and shot a fireball towards Bad, who let out a scream and dove out of the way. George laughed in amusement at Bad's flailing, deep in his heart he knew that Bad would be fine, they were both very skilled players and Bad wouldn't get hurt. George quietly tried to tug the ghast to face away from Bad, but it was trained on the demon, who attempted to hide behind a small mound of netherrack- Which got demolished in the next moment, leading to Bad letting out a soft shriek. A sudden jolt from the ghast, sent George tumbling and flying towards the netherrack, barrelling into Bad and knocking the two of them over. George had to give props off to the ghast for that impeccable name, because George had his head against Bad's chest. Bad held his hand. "George- Come on, we're leaving, you silly muffinhead!" He said lovingly, tugging George away from the edge, George's complaints of concern for his fishing rod falling on deaf ears as the duo traversed the fiery dimension.
