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CAR WASH
CAR WASH
AT THE CAR WASH, WOAH
The door leading into the car wash is locked. You all know that, of course. You've likely tried it yourself, or watched someone make a fool out of themselves trying to break in. (Man, this is going to age poorly if you've all decided to surprise us and just leave the locked door alone.)
But today... well, call it a feeling. A gut instinct, maybe, that leads you to the doorway. This time, you put your hand on the doorknob - and it turns fully, the door swinging open so that you can enter. As you draw your hand back, you'll spot a bloody handprint on the knob - but then you blink, and it's gone.
The inside of the car wash is rather industrial looking, albeit mostly powered down. The lights are dim to begin with, and flicker ominously from time to time; occasionally, they even go out entirely, and it may be several minutes or several hours before they come back on. None of the machinery seems to be working, though there's a faint electronic hum coming from a shelf built into the wall, upon which a radio sits. Strangely, no matter how tall you are or how you conspire to stack things up and climb up to get it, it always seems to be just out of reach - there won't be any changing the channel for you.
It's hard to tell what you're meant to do here, now that you've gotten in. But since you couldn't get in until now, there must be some reason... right?
...only time will tell.
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she's not in the car wash anymore. she's outside, by the fuel pumps, ducking behind one and peeking out carefully at the station. the letters on main sign are flickering on and off, but she can't see it clearly. the only bit that stays lit is the s at the end.
it's very dark, otherwise. the lights are off in the convenience store. the arcade is shut down for the day. even the wiffle house unlit, but she can see shadows moving through the windows, and then the flash of so many pairs of red eyes, and a multitude of small shadows converge on one, and then -
everything is normal.
she's back in the car wash.
the radio is playing, cycling through all the messages that have come through so far. she's been here all along. this is normal.
isn't it?]