Aroused Suspicions

'Don't trust anyone when there's nobody to trust.' – The Author

How exactly can the implementation of query become stimulated? That's like saying an inefficacy to your own cause is a fallacy from another's.
It needs- wait, this is all unnecessary filler, isn't it?
I guess I'll stop now.
That's another thing...what do people mean by 'guess'? How can you guess over something you know you will or will not do? Crazy.

"You know what this is, Pit…"
"…no? Care to enlighten me?"
"It's the Eye of the Storm."
"…explain…"
"Well, we've just been through hell-on-earth and all that, and this story is already ridiculously and unnecessarily long for a short story, so I fear the worst. Indeed, the time is nigh: this story is going to end soon."
"What!? That's ridiculous! It has no plot! How can something without a plot end? It's like a written version of a continuous manga, or a soap opera!"
"The author is getting frustrated at the length of this. He'll probably – through judging him – leave this story at 100 pages length. We have about nineteen-and-a-half pages left to go before the Full Stop."
"…is this some kind of revelation you've had, or something? Seems a bit sudden to me; obscure, even."
"Well think about it: we're standing outside of what we've been searching for; our entire escapade has led up to this ultimatum. It's only logical that this is the door to the climactic fight scene where we battle some evil dudes or some crap. The main antagonists have been discovered, I remind you. I don't know whether or not you were paying attention back then."
"When?"
"Zorc and Bakura, and all that."
"I didn't realise they were the antagonists."
"Well it's pretty obvious, isn't it? Sub characters or plot devices don't often get much detail or description put in to their…characters, and nobody else is in the story, and we're obviously the protagonists – we were introduced first and we have had the most words – so they must be the antagonists; the bad guys; the final enemy of death and doom and doomy gloominess."
"…so you're saying that we're going to fight them, you say?"
"Yes."
"…are you, are you sure?"
"Positive. I haven't felt righter before in my life."
"…that's not very convincing…"
"…"
Phil stared at Pit for a while, and Pit stared back at him. Each one to their own mind, they stared in to each other's eyes and thought their separate thoughts. Phil wondered whether or not Pit was 'connected', whether he could read or interpret his thoughts. Pit was thinking about food; they hadn't eaten all day, and Pit wasn't very certain about how long that day had actually been.
The door they stood behind (or in front of – it wasn't very clear which way the door opened) was quite an average sized door. Albeit so, it was awfully intimidating. Its grey apparel and monotonous posture just stared at you.
It was the definition of a demeaning door.
"This door is awfully demeaning, isn't it?"
"I don't like it at all…it's so dull, and grey, and monotonous."
You see, the door was actually an invention by MI27 (the lesser known conglomerate of MI5). Its intentions when designing it were to make a door so mind-bogglingly dull, so stupendously boring, so ridiculously droning that anyone that approached it would instantly walk the other way, thinking to themselves, "My, what a horrendous door."
They succeeded, but tests revealed that those who had lots on their minds were not affected by the disgusting form presented in front of them. Tests also revealed that it worked better on females than males (with no explanation) and that, through mild animal testing, it caused chronic depression in monkeys over the age of five. This too, had little explanation.
Pit and Phil stared at the door.
"I mean, God: look at that handle! It's so boring."
"And those edges; they're so unbelievably straight, it hurts."
"Ugh, it's giving me a headache. Can we go in?"
"No! What if…what if it's exactly the same on the inside? I bet it is as well."
"It's obviously strategically designed to deter people from the room; no mere mortal could possibly survive in a room fitting to that door."
"But what if, inside that room, there aren't mortals? Big blue demon lawyer? Possessed boy? They're not mortals."
"…that's a good point. But…still, I don't know. This is obviously the climax, so I think we should get it over and done with."
Pit touched the door.
"Oh God, it's all…cold and…uninteresting. Even to the touch is this door a mockery of good design practice."
"What the hell is good design practice?"
"I don't know, I just recall my DT teacher drabbing on about it."
"Who do you have again?"
"Mr Ledger."
"Oh, right…yeah. He does that…"
"He also loves the words 'specification' and 'justification'."
"Yeah! Doesn't he just. God damn…"
"Long words are nice and all, but he uses the same two, too much. In one lesson, I counted him saying justification about 23 times, and specification about 19."
"Yeah…"
"But that's all a bit irrelevant, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Are we just going to sit here?"
Phil sat down next to Pit.
"Yep, looks like it."
"What an uneventful chapter."