After a bit of searching, Ethan found an plug outlet not too far away from the printer. The plug had an extension cord, so he didn't have to worry about having to move it away from the bathroom door. He was still wary of the monster in there; even though it hadn't tried to escape yet, he didn't want to take any chances of it getting out. But it was in the back of his mind for now, fixing the printer was in the front for the time being. He still had no idea what he was supposed to do with the wrench, and he figured the machine would give him some kind of hint if he plugged it in. He didn't get exactly why though, or how it was running on its own, or really anything that had happened in the past ten minutes. Maybe once he got out of there he'd get some answers.

It was stretched out, but he eventually got the plug to reach a lone outlet near the janitor's room. Once it was plugged in, he made his way back to the printer, and waited. Twenty seconds passed, and he checked to see if the ink was empty again. When he saw it was still fine, he waited another ten seconds before he started tapping it with the wrench, trying to get it to start. He even kicked it a couple times. Nothing happened.

"Well shoot," he said, a bit exasperated now, "Come on, work you stupid thing!" He kicked it again, but as he did he felt something inside of it begin to move. It slowly sputtered to life as the parts began to churn, to Ethan's relief. He looked to see what was going to be printed this time, but instantly saw something was wrong. The sounds it was making sounded more screechy, and the beginnings of smoke began to seep through its cracks. He didn't know what was going on, but when sparks started to shoot out he backed away as far as he could.

'Oh God! What did I do,' he thought frantically to himself, 'This is getting way out of control!' He yelled out in fear as an especially loud crack sounded off from the sparks flying everywhere. His back hugged the wall, not sure what to do now, when he began to hear a very familiar sound.

Drip...drip...drip...

Eyes now opened wide, he felt a familiar sickness from what was happening. He had only ever experienced that feeling once, the feeling of pure, horrific dread.

Before he could he could think about where he had felt that before, something finally set off the haywire machine. Ethan raised his arms up in defense as an explosion of paper billowed out, nearly blinding him as it all flew everywhere around the room. Everything was at rest again after just a few seconds, but Ethan didn't move for a long time. He didn't know how long, but it felt like forever to him. He eventually lowered his arms back down, and when he did all he could was paper floating all around. The ground was littered with a sea of white, he couldn't even see the cheap brown carpet anymore. He was in awe (and not in a good way), but snapped himself out of it when he saw what was on all of them.

GET
OUT

Everyone, every single one of them, had the same two bold-print words on them. He didn't even know how that was possible, but the message itself seemed pointless to him. Of course he knew he had to leave, but he just didn't know how. He couldn't get the exit door open, and the only thing he could think of would be to kick it open, but be doubted he could just simply smash open a heavy metal door like that. He trudged his way to the exit, paper slushing around his ankles as he made his way to the door. He saw that some of the papers had gotten stuck against the small window in the door, and pulled them out to look again to see if there was anybody out there yet.

Nothing. Though he thought he could see a shadow or two moving around, he still couldn't see much, and frustration was beginning to build in him again. All that seemed pointless, he seemingly had accomplished nothing despite what he had done, which wasn't much to begin with. With closed eyes, he let out a stressful sigh and banged his head on the window, not to hurt himself, but just to pent. He felt so useless, almost as much as that stupid wrench that he had searched for...

He opened his eyes. An idea was brewing in his head, it was simple and was surprised that he hadn't actually thought of it earlier. He had put the wrench in his pocket earlier, so he pulled it out and made sure he had a decent grip on it. It felt heavy, which was a good thing for what he was going to do. He tapped the wrench on the window a few times, testing it to see how fragile it was. It seemed thin enough, so he decided he would go for it. He raised the wrench above his head, then brought it down hard, smashing it against the glass. The first time he hesitated, so it just bounced off, but the subsequent hits were more forceful and were able to crack it. The fourth and final hit finally shattered it, sending glass everywhere as it went through. He wasn't cut, but he still felt paranoid that glass had landed on his hair and clothes. He felt like the slightest movements would get him cut, and there was no way of brushing himself off without feeling like he would be shredding his hands.

But that didn't matter now, he finally had a way to get out and he needed to do just that. He put his hand through the now open space and reached for the doorknob on the other side. He fumbled around with the lock a bit, but when he heard a sudden *click* he knew that he had unlocked the door. He pulled his arm back out, and opened the door.

Light flooded into the new area with the door now open, which made it possible for him to see a bit further ahead than before. It was dim in there, but he could tell he was in one of the waiting rooms. Chairs were lined up against each other in groups of four, with a magazine table in-between each group. The room was pretty big from what he could tell, since he couldn't even see the other side of the room. In fact, he couldn't see any movement now like he had a minute ago, so decided he would call out in hope that somebody else was there after all.

"Hello?" He was a bit timid at first, but when he didn't get a response he asked a bit louder this time "Hello? Is anyone in here...I just saw some people in here a second ago...come on, somebody answer me!" He couldn't believe it. He was still alone! He could have sworn he saw silhouettes through the window. Was he just going crazy? Monsters, haunted printers, exploding toilets...none of those thoughts would have come into a sane person's mind, much less his own had it been any other day.

He nervously ran his hand through hair, unsure of his situation now that it seemed more than likely he was completely alone now. He figured there was nowhere to go other than forward, and decided he was going to have find out what was going on. There were only two doors other than the one he came from though, one leading back to the main hall and the other to the waiting office. At least, he remembered that there were only two other doors, the light (or lack of light) only made the office door visible. Not wanting to trip over chairs in the dark, he kept to the light and made his way over to the office. There was a window right next to it for the people waiting to be able to ask the workers for information they needed or to turn in papers to be filed, stuff like that. He knew this from another court case he had been too, though this time as a witness for the plaintiff instead.

'I sure have been to court a lot,' he thought to himself, 'I've never really thought about it until now, but I've been here so often that I could probably find my way around the place if I ever got lost. I guess that's pretty useful now.'

"...Heh," he slightly chuckled out loud. It was then that he heard something else. His body tensed up, not sure what to make of it, when he realized it was foot prints. His hopes of finding somebody were suddenly high again as he tried to figure out where the sound was coming from. He was going to call out to them to try to get their attention, when he saw a shadow moving. His heart sank when he realized it was coming from the hallway he'd just came from. It dropped even further when he saw that the moving shadow didn't look human.

He could have sworn his heart had fallen into his stomach when he saw that it was the monster from the bathroom walking in.