Finks

The sands around the pyramid were unsettled. Finx could feel it. He stood at the entrance, leaning against an ancient stone, lazily twisting his chronomechanism in his hand. Time was his territory. His rules. His game. But today something was wrong. The pyramid "glitched". “Someone’s touching something they shouldn’t…” Phinks muttered, narrowing his eyes. At that moment, a dull sound came from the depths, as if a mechanism that was thousands of years old had suddenly come to life. Finks snapped his fingers in irritation and took a step inside. It was darker inside than usual. The sand shifted, the walls seemed to "breathe," and the traps triggered themselves. And amidst all this chaos... — HEY! IS ANYONE THERE?! Voice. Lively. Loud. And… too confident. Finks stopped.

• Seriously?.. He slowly walked towards the sound and soon saw it. Boy. Newbie. Ollie. He stood right in front of an ancient mechanism that he clearly didn't understand how it worked... and was about to activate something dangerous. “Don’t touch,” Finks said calmly. Ollie turned around: "Oh, you're here too? Great! Listen, I found some kind of thing here—" CLICK. The mechanism was activated. The floor beneath them suddenly disappeared. They both fell down. Even as he fell, Phinks looked like it was just another ordinary day. “Of course,” he said dryly. “Why not?” Ollie was panicking: “ARE WE FALLING?!” Phinks sighed... and activated the device. For a second, time seemed to slow down around us. The sand hung in the air. Ollie too. "First lesson," Phinks said calmly, looking at him. "First you think. Then you touch." He snapped his fingers. And time returned. They landed softly. Silence. Ollie looked around... then looked at Finks with delight: — THAT WAS COOL! Finks rolled his eyes. "It was necessary."
• Who are you anyway? Pause.
• Finks.
• I'm Ollie!
• I already understood. A roar was heard from above again. The pyramid continued to go crazy. Finks looked up, then at Ollie.
• You started it.
• I accidentally!
• There is no difference. Ollie smiled: “Well… does that mean we’ll fix things together now?” Finks wanted to refuse. He really wanted to. But... He already saw that it was difficult here alone.