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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 not in the car wash anymore. he's walking slowly through the blood-soaked halls of the fuel station. he can feel the weight of a mask on his face, and when he looks down, he's wearing a uniform. there's someone walking beside him, also in a uniform, also wearing a mask. it's rodent shaped.
a voice - not a squeak - comes from his companion in a whisper.]
Do you think we'll be able to -̸̧̧̦̙̦̺͕͈̤̜͍͊-̶̣̩̗̭̼̠̑̾̑͜͜͠-̶̨̣̒̿͂̍͒̌̽̒̒̚͝-̷̼̙̺̩̘̗̄̾̀͛̾͑̏̋́̒͒̑͝ him?
[he shrugs, and they continue down the hall together, creeping carefully along, nodding to other employees in masks that they don't quite get a friendly feeling from. they look in as many rooms as they can get into. they head over to the arcade. they start to make their way outside, but suddenly, they hear squeaking.
manic, gleeful squeaking.
something rushes at them, and riku will feel the sensation of a thousand sharp, painful bites. he'll hear:]
ỷ̵̨̙̬̩̠͉̖̩̩̱̝̱̉̎̅͛̀̍̽̅̐͠Ơ̴̡̛̪̻̟̘̤͚͙͓̦̬͓̭̎͒͆̀̉͝U̴͖͓̺̲͍̹̝̓̄͗͒̈́̈́̏͒̓͘̕͝ ̸͎̟̣͙̙͉̟̱̣̮̘̌̂́͂̚͜ḓ̶̝̠̹̻̬͈̪͓̑́o̷̗̬̐̀̑͒̎̆̓̌͝͝N̶̨͇͓̭̞͈̟͐̇͛̈́̔̊͆̕͜'̷̤̦̣̝͙̥̣́͐̄t̵̢̢̨̛̩͔̣̭͍͍͌̌́͊̇̉̃́͝͝ ̴͕̯͈̯̼͛̐̋͛̾̀̒̋̅͘W̴̧̨̨̡̪͚̹̪̄̃̆̿̓̓̀̽̌͗͆̈́̍Ǫ̵̢̢̮̗̬̯͎̹̮͕̩̪̓͑̓̄̈r̵̨̨̨̨̺̲̬̟͚̓̑̊̓͌͆̐ͅḱ̸͚̞̘͖̯̤͆̒̅́̇͐́͂̈͋͒̚ ̴̨̣͙̠̫͔̱̒͐̓͑̀͒͐͆̀̒͂͝͝ĥ̶̡̢̛̤̮̪̠̞͉͑͂̀̃ͅḘ̴̠̆̏́̉́̈́͌͑̚r̴̬̯͓̻͚̟̲͔̘̻͖̹̃̽͗̆̑̀́͌́̾͘̚ë̸̛̜̠̩́̌̍͐͑̋͒͛̅͌!̴̢̡̗̱̘͍͖͙̜̂̒͛̾͂͆̚
[and then -
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?]