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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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he's flush with victory as he strides down the hall to his office. instead of footsteps, he hears the skittering of paws. there's blood on the ground and on the walls, but that's fine. the employees will clean that up. that's what they're here for, after all.
the PA system flickers on. a bored-sounding voice drones, "clean up in every single aisle," and he's seized with the urge to laugh, but hears only manic squeaking.
the door opens. he walks through, and takes his seat at the desk.
it's bloody here, too. but that's fine. that's just fine.
and then -
everything is normal.
he's back in the car wash.
the radio is playing, cycling through all the messages that have come through so far. he's been here all along. this is normal.
isn't it?]