Robert woke up to a very annoying voice yelling at them.

"The fuck you stupid Dungeon! You just had to shut down when I started talking about the important bits! Do you know how long I've spent in this dusty miserable cave? A long time that's what! I can't even tell the time cause of how long I've been here!? You're lucky you're a high-grade core or I would've left ages ago!"

The bombardment of noises and words awoke Robert to a whole new type of pain. Not in the traditional sense but more of the 'oh god this again?' Sense.

The voice seemed to have noticed their pain.

"Ahhhhh!!!" They screamed, the high pitched sound making Roberts diamond shake slightly. The pain of the headache was totally eclipsed by this new pain. Robert let out a mental yell, the sound ringing out around them. The voice screamed out in pain after Robert let out their yell.

Their voice shifting from the high-pitched annoying one to that of a deep baritone.

The round of continued screaming lasted for who knows how long.

But ultimately the voice stopped screaming and just grimaced, holding back any bit of emotion on their face. Robert soon felt the pain they were feeling drift away, with the headache going not long after.

The Dungeon and the voice stayed in the silent atmosphere for several minutes before Robert tentatively asked. "What's going on? Who am I? What am I? What in the fuck is a cranberry sandwich!?" Robert let the torrent of questions flood towards the voice.

"Woah Woah! Stop with all the questions. Don't ask them all at once!" The voice said.

Robert nodded before asking again, "What's going on?"

"Currently nothing, but hopefully something soon," the voice said.

"Who am I?"

"I have no real clue, you got a name you go by?"

"Robert" Robert replied.

"Great, that's who you are then."

"What am I?"

"A Dungeon. We'll get to the details soon."

"What in the fuck is a cranberry sandwich?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, but it's probably complete garbage."

Robert, satisfied with the things the voice had said, went silent.

...

...

"So?" The voice asked.

"So what?" Robert asked.

"You got any other questions? I left you hanging a bit on the Dungeon one."

"No," Robert said.

"Why?" The voice asked.

"Cause you answered them all at a satisfactory level, didn't you?" Robert asked.

"As I said, left you a bit hanging on the Dungeon one."

"Then why don't you tell me?" Robert asked.

"Cause I need you to tell me to tell you about this stuff!" The voice said, annoyance creeping up in their voice.

"Why?" Robert asked.

"Cause it's the rules, I don't write them. And I hate them as much as you do."

"Okay, then tell me."

"Tell you what?" The voice asked.

"About the Dungeon thing?" Robert asked.

"Sure."

Robert waited for several second, the Dungeon was almost about to ask again when it heard deep inhales and then exhales. The sounds of words saying stuff before stopping after they mispronounced a word and then beginning again.

After several minutes, the voice told Robert. "I'm ready."

"Then tell me about a Dungeon," Robert replied.

"Okay so, Dungeons are structures that turn up in and around the world. They release lots of magical energy around the areas they usually are and so are sought after for the minerals and treasures in and around them. But monsters inhabit Dungeons as well, either created or lured into them. These beasts offer a great way to train people known as adventurers and soldiers, the first group 'delve' as they call it into Dungeons to extract the resources found in them."

"Can you hold up for a second? I need to process this," Robert said.

"Oh, sure. Tell me when to continue."

As Robert drifted into their thoughts the voice began panting, talking about how Robert's decision had saved them since they had barely practiced the second half of the lecture. Unaware that Robert could hear their words until several seconds later when they got to that part of the lecture. At which they promptly shut up.

Robert thought about the info they had just heard. A basic summary of the information was that Dungeons were buildings or areas of the world that spawn monsters and release vast amounts of magic. Making them desirable for some reason.

Dungeons were then delved by adventurers and soldiers. Who extracted resources and trained, from the way the voice put it, it seemed there were some conflicts and differences between the two groups. Though that could be just how the voice interpreted their relationship.

"Please continue," Robert asked. They waited for several seconds before the voice returned.

"You want me to continue?"

"Yes, that is exactly what I said."

"Don't have to be so grumpy about it. Anyway, soldiers 'train' in Dungeons to increase their combat power. This is a clear difference between both groups, Adventurers are strong sure. But they ultimately delve into Dungeons as a way to grow wealthy. Soldiers on the other hand delve them to become stronger."

"Quick question?" Robert asked.

"Yes?" The voice asked.

"There must be better ways to achieve these goals than Dungeons, yes? Also, what do you mean by magical energy from the first bit? Why is that important?"

"To answer the first question. Yes, there are better ways to achieve wealth. But such paths usually require expertise and experience in them, something Adventurers don't usually have while for soldiers it's hard to gain power from other sources. Dungeons are ground that provides fast advancement towards most goals which are why they're tolerated."

"And Magical energy?" Robert asked.

"That's, well, we need to open up your sense's towards that power for that. But for now, the best way to describe it would be an energy source that people want."

"Okay, but I'll be looking towards an actual answer to that last question."

"Good," The voice replied.

"Cause you're about to get it."