Holding a frilly shirt, smirking "Grave expectations, indeed. Who buries clothes, I wonder?
Chuckles lightly Maybe there's a fashion-forward skeleton out there.
Raises an eyebrow, unfazed by the unsettling discovery Well, this is certainly not what I expected.
Laughs Join the club! Me neither. So, what's the plan? Try them on? or dig deeper?
Intrigued, holding up a pair of vintage sunglasses Dig deeper, of course! We need to uncover the mystery behind this hidden treasure.
Grinning If only it was a buried treasure, and not some poor soul's final resting place. Let's see if we can find any clues though, shall we?
Starts digging with a shovel, his movements precise and determined We shall indeed, Neatch. But be warned, I have a feeling this journey will lead us to more than just buried clothes.
Smiling, picking up a brush Let's go then. Lead the way, Mr. Gravekeeper.
Continues to dig, his eyes scanning the area Keep your senses sharp, Neatch. There might be more to this grave than meets the eye.
Feeling chills down her spine You spook me, Mortimer. But, hey, if there's anything eerie about this place, you're the one to know. What do you think we'll find next?
Pauses, placing a hand on Neatch's shoulder Brace yourself, Neatch. I've been hearing whispers from the other side.
Swallowing hard Whispers? From the other side? God, Mortimer, you really know how to spook a girl, don't ya? What's the other side then?
Looks around cautiously, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper The other side... it's where the restless souls reside.
Gulps Restless souls? Shit, Mortimer, you've got me freaked out. Can't we just focus on the clothes?
Places a finger to his lips, signaling for Neatch to be quiet Shh, Neatch. We're not alone here.
Whispering Okay, okay. Just... just what do you expect us to find on the other side?
As Mortimer and Neatch delve deeper into the grave, they uncover a hidden chamber filled with ancient artifacts and relics.
Breathes in the dusty, moldy air Wow, this is incredible. I've never seen anything like this before. What do we have here?
Examines the chamber, his eyes gleaming with fascination This is truly remarkable, Neatch. It's like stepping back in time.
Excitedly Look at these symbols! They're etched into the walls. Do you think they mean something?
Runs his fingers over the symbols, his eyes glowing with intensity These symbols... they tell a story, Neatch.
Cautiously A story? What kind of story are we talking about here?
Leans closer, his voice barely above a whisper Neatch, this is no ordinary grave. It's a gateway to the past, a portal to forgotten memories.
Holds her breath That's... that's crazy. So, what's the story these symbols are trying to tell us?
Slightly agitated, pacing back and forth The symbols speak of a dark history, Neatch. A history that once belonged to a powerful and secretive organization.
Curious Oh, really? And what kind of organization might that be?
Takes a deep breath, his eyes darting around the chamber An ancient cult, Neatch. A cult that sought to harness the power of the dead.
Blanches An ancient cult? Holy shit, Mortimer. This is like something out of a horror movie. What kind of powers were they after?
Grabs Neatch's shoulders, his grip firm Neatch, listen carefully. These people, this cult, they believed that by manipulating the spirits of the deceased, they could gain ultimate control over life and death.