Chapter four. Or as I like to call it - Chapter four.

     That girl person took a second to take in what had just happened. Well, I say a second, but in reality it took her a really really really long time. But to be fair, I think that anybody would be surprised if they were unexpectedly teleported to an unknown location. Especially if this was done by a trouble making chimpanzee for seemingly no reason whatsoever. It's not like the writer didn't actually have a plan for the castle and so decided to effectively start again entirely by changing the setting... Ahem.
     So this totally new place presented practically an infinite amount of possibilities. It could be a new country, a new planet or something exciting like that. Maybe this new world was made of marshmallows and chocolate coins? Maybe it was inhabited by strange new creatures called flopalops which look a bit like rabbits except they can juggle? Maybe - but it's easier to write about what you know.
     It was a dark dark night. The wind was strong and the rain was quite strong as well. It was generally fairly nasty...
     I'm just kidding.
     She found herself on the outskirts of what appeared to be an old western town. Rocky mountains were visible on the horizon and the ground was covered in rocky rocks. Some tumbleweed rolled towards her, it proceeded to stop, slap her whilst muttering something about 'damn kids nowadays' and then continue on it's way. The place was desserted - there were ice creams and an assortment of puddings everywhere.
     As she approached the town, she realised that she was feeling very nervous and apprehensive. Her hands felt like jelly and she felt like she was going to throw up. There were two possible explanations for why she suddenly felt this way. One of which was that maybe, just maybe, it was her destiny to be here. Maybe whatever she was seeking was in this derelict town. Whether it be a person, a thing, or a person-like thing. Perhaps it was here, and she could sense it.
     Or, Perhaps it was just due to the fact that she had consumed so much of the dessert that was lying around on the floor - the greedy pig. This would also explain why her hands felt like jelly.  Just a thought.

A little bit of chapter three.

     The girl Earthwalked into the large room. Looking around, she noticed that the inside of the castle was in fact as large as the outside. It was just one gargantuan room. It would appear that whoever constructed the castle could not be bothered to build anything other than the exterior. Either that or the guy writing about it couldn't be bothered to describe anything other than a huge empty space.

     Little miss something surveyed the huge empty space. It was pretty empty - and huge. There were some half-eaten fajitas lying on the floor and 'El Jarabe Tapatio' was playing from somewhere above. If the girl didn't know better, she would have said that a Sombrero wearing silhouetted figure was on the roof. But she wasn't that foolish - was she?

     Heck no, what's that over there that the girl completely failed to see? A teleportation device? That's so random. Once the omniscient narrator had pointed her in the right direction, she trotted on over to inspect it more intimately. The technology was far superior to anything the girl had ever seen before. There were loads of flashing lights and switches. Things that made it look all proper fancy like.
     A trouble-making chimpanzee (who had been there the entire time - just not pointed out up until this point) told her to stand inside the wonderful contraption and press the big red button. Silly trouble-making chimpanzee. Why are you going around making all this trouble?
     He doesn't know. He's just a chimpanzee. He can't even play the kazoo. 

     With a great big whoosh and some warping noises the girl was de-materialised and transmitted across the cosmos to a place beyond her wildest dreams. A place that went by the name of 'Chisel'.
     After re-materialising, the girl took a second to catch her breath. It couldn't stand being part of her much longer and had tried to escape whilst her body bits were all muddled up. Unfortunately for the entire universe, she caught her breath and continued living. Urgh.
     

Somewhat chapter two.

     The girl was unwelcomingly welcomed into the castle by two large doors. They were old, stained black and totally gross. They were made from oak and had been hand-carved to look as terrifying, yet majestic as possible. There was a fragrance of mystery about the doors, which the girl's keen nose picked up on.

     'Smells pretty mysterious if you ask me' she blabbered. She was right. 

     Skulls had been chiselled into the door's frames, the rotting wood discredited some of their presence, but they still served as a warning to anyone who was foolish enough to venture up and have a good old gander. 

     As a matter of fact, the doors were by far more interesting than the girl. Which explains their hugely overshadowing description by a long shot. Pah! She's just so bland. 

     That dirty whore strained against the doors, attempting to force them open, but they remained sealed. It was only when it was pointed out that they were pull doors that she finally managed to stumble into the castle. But lo and behold, what should she encounter but another door. 

     'Keep out' read the door. 

     'You can't tell me what to do - you're a door.'

     'Damn, you're right' said the door as it swung open on it's hinges. 'I hate being a door.' 

     Some more things happened which built suspense and created tension until the girl plodded into the lobby. She feasted her eyes on the room in anticipation, only to be greeted by a massive anticlimax. 

     'Hello' said the anticlimax. 

     Haha, no - I'm only joking. Anticlimaxes don't talk either.