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You looked around the grisly room once more, starting to panic. You didn't know how you got there, or if you were alone or not. You got up from the stained, springy bed and slowly started walking towards the door. Names were carved into the rotting wood, but only one name stood out from the rest. You immediately recognized it from the game. Carved deeply into the wood and stained with blood was the name, Jasmine. You ran your fingers over the name. The blood wasn't dry, which made you jerk your hand away. You looked at your blood stained fingers before wiping them off on your sleeve. You opened the door and peeked out into the dim lighted hallway. There were old papers, notebook, and rotting pieces of wood all over the place, along with some scraps of clothing here and there.
"Y/n? Are you here!?" A familiar voice called out for you. Footsteps were heard from your left side and you looked down the hallway to see a figure walking towards you.
"Y/n, is that you?" It was Mikey, and you sighed in relief.
"Yeah, it's me, Mikey." You ran up to him, pulling him into a tight hug. He, in return, hugged you back.
"How the heck did we get in the game?" He looked at you straight in the eyes, hoping you knew the answer. Instead, you frowned and shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know."
Suddenly, a bright flash of light came from the end of the long, narrow hall. You and Mikey turned your attention to it, then. slowly, started walking down the hall, making sure not to trip on all the rubble lying on the blood stained floor.
You two had been walking forever, or what seemed like forever. It was almost as if the hallway was a never ending road. The light flashed once more, illuminating the shadow of a doorway onto the floor. Finally, you had reached the end and found the light to be millions of flickering candles in the tiny room. A woman with blood soaked hair stood in front of a window, weeping. She wore a torn up black dress that ended just above her knees. Her dress was also soaked in blood. Then it all hit you. The woman was the caretaker who worked in the office, which was the room you were in. Level One. The woman turned around, a knife in her right hand. Her eyes were piercing red and she growled, then hissed. She ran towards you with the knife, getting ready to stab you. 'CRap! Crap! Crap! How did we kill her again!?'' You got out of the way and tripped her.
"MIkey, how did we kill her again!?" You yelled as you searched frantically fro a weapon.
"Um...uh...Oh yeah! The iron pipe next to the file cabinets!" Mikey called out, trying to hold the woman back from charging at you again. You ran over to the file cabinets and found the iron pipe. It had been broken off so the end of it was splinted and sharp. Finally, with the pipe in hand, you stabbed the woman in the back and the sharp end of the pipe struck her heart. She choked and gasped for air, until she fell lifeless to the floor. Level One complete.
"Let's move on." You told Mikey. He nodded and you both entered a new hallway.
'Level two...here we come...'
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