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This is the chapter in which things get really weird...
"What are you doing, Mort?" Isabel hissed.
That's when he realized he'd been standing there staring at the elevator for quite a while, even though the oddly dressed man wasn't there anymore.
"I'm just thinking. Wondering, more like…" he muttered.
"Wondering how to leave?" Isabel asked, smiling sadly.
"Yeah."
Suddenly, the girl in the gold top hat began to violently dry Isabel's hair off with a bloodstained rag. A moment later, she moved on to Mort.
The strange blond man and the not-doll were doing the same to Janet and Brad.
For some reason, the girl with the top hat began to whisper to Mort and Isabel. "I heard you kids talking about leaving, and I think that's a good idea. The guy who owns this castle-"
"We aren't talking about leaving the castle, we meant leaving the movie we're stuck in!" Mort growled.
"Movie?" the girl said, raising an eyebrow.
After a minute an expression of horror appeared on her face.
"Something tells me that that's true and my whole life is something invented by another person out of boredom. You saying that simple sentence made me realize that everything is just- Ow, my brain hurts now…"
"Columbia? Get over here!" the not-doll said, handing Janet's sweater to her.
"What kind of name is Columbia?" Mort asked.
"Her name, apparently," Isabel replied.
"Her name, apparently," Isabel replied.
Though it took them a minute to notice, they soon realized that Columbia was babbling on and on bout the world being a film.
"Oh, shit. Now everyone is going to know what's going on," muttered Mort.
Thankfully, nobody seemed to be paying any attention to her. Brad and Janet were too busy panicking over the fact that the not-doll and the creepy blond guy were undressing them. Of course, the not-doll and weird blond were too busy undressing Brad and Janet.
For some crazed reason unknown to the still-sane Mort, Brad decided to introduce himself to everyone. Again.
"Hi, my name is Brad Majors-"
…asshole…
"Who said that?" he asked, looking quite angry.
Mort sighed. "The audience. You can hear them now?"
"Ve all can, I think," the not-doll said darkly.
"Who are they?" Janet asked.
"The audience. Those people dressed up as you guys who're currently shouting call-and-response dialogue at a screen."
Now that he was forcing himself to think about it, Mort remembered this movie. He had gone with his cousin Emily, even though she hadn't managed to make him dress him up like Eddie. The reason he didn't remember the movie, he realized, was that the audience was very distracting. And they'd gotten there late.
"What happens now?" "Does the story stop, or-"
"I don't know! Mr. Majors, keep introducing yourself and Miss Weiss again."
"Hi! My name is Brad Majors-
…asshole…
"And this is my fiancée, Janet Weiss."
…slut…
"I'm not a slut!" she shrieked. "You stupid audience people, I'm not! I'm a good girl!"
The entire movie theater had gone quiet. Nobody knew what to do. The film had been playing as usual… then suddenly this. They'd said a perfectly normal line and then Janet had somehow heard them…
That didn't make any sense, and everyone knew it.
"Is this a joke?" somebody shouted.
"I've heard a rumor that the manager wanted to stop midnight showings, but who thought he'd go this far?"
"How does it work, even?"
"Dunno. And now it looks like the thing's paused!"
Suddenly, there was a flash of light – not unlike lightning – and everyone was temporarily rendered unconscious.
Some time later, everyone in the theater awoke. At that point the movie began to play as normal again. Nobody really even seemed to know something had happened.
Unless, of course, they saw the five very confused people waking up in the corner.
Brad and Janet – both in their underwear – were quite horrified to find themselves in a movie theater full of people. They didn't even notice the screen for a while. Columbia was still having some sort of crazy blue-screen-of-death panic attack and therefore hardly realized where she was. Isabel and Mort were just glad to be back in their own world.
"We're on that screen!" Janet hissed, pointing to the film.
"Yes. In our underwear," Brad replied, looking a bit ill. "At least I'm still wearing my undershirt in real life."
Only one person had noticed them at that point.
"Shh!" she hissed, not even looking at them.
Then, suddenly, she really looked at them. All five of them.
"Mort?"
"Emily?" he replied. "I'm glad to see you. Can you help us quietly escape without anyone noticing?"
"What's going on?" she whispered.
"I'll explain later. Just hurry!"
Somehow, they all managed to slip through the door on the side of the movie theater. Then, they were in a hallway lined with posters of various movies from decades past.
"Okay, what's going on here?" Emily asked, crossing her arms.
"We accidentally went into the movie earlier this afternoon. Mort and I kept hearing these voices and we figured out that it was the audience. While we were trying to think of a way to get out, Columbia overheard us and figured out that her life is really a movie. Then, Brad and Janet began to hear the audience. Janet heard the audience insulting her and then got angry. Only seconds later we ended up out here," Isabel explained.
"Weird as that sounds, I'm pretty sure I have to believe you given the circumstances. We've got three fictional characters standing right here with us," Emily said. "And we're going to be practical about it all."
"How is one 'practical' when it comes to anything involving characters who've escaped from a 1970s cult musical? How?" Mort asked, looking a bit crazy.
"First things first, just find Janet and I some real clothes!" Brad shouted.
"Right," Emily muttered nervously.
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