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[Zako]

And yet by not shooting anything, we were totally fine in the end. Take a photo of the mannequins from our point of view.

[Jack_Bread]

You grab your camera and take a photo of the mannequins. Immediately after you take the photo you hear a man scream in pain. The room seems to have taken on a red tint and you shine your flashlight around to see... oh god...
You... you don't know what to do... you drop to the floor as your heart races and your head tries to process what's happening...
There... you saw tables... the mannequins are no longer near you... they were standing at the tables...
The tables were covered in blood... there were people on the table... the people were alive but... they were having their organs removed from their body... some of them were being skinned...
The mannequins weren't moving... they were just standing at the tables, covered in blood... as the people on the tables were writhing and screaming...
Oh god that screaming... if you escape here alive that screaming will never leave you...
You curl up into the fetal position and start shivering.

[Kicior]

Start singing trololo, it will make you feel better.

[Jack_Bread]

You attempt to sing that song. "o- ...oooo... oo..."
You can't think straight and your mouth refuses to say anything without stuttering.

[Jerick]

Ok..ok calm down.
Find a window.
Throw a manaquin through it.
Abandon all pretense of courage.

[Zako]

Get a grip, its not real. It just your own mind working against you. Just avert your eyes and leave to another room.

[Jack_Bread]

You breath deeply and slowly while thinking of happy thoughts.
"C-c-c-calm down... c-c-c-calm down..."
You keep repeating that to yourself until your body is able to move again. You slowly get up and keep your eyes glued to the floor. Then you stiffly head to the door to the parlor. You close the door behind you, lean against it, and slide down until you're sitting. You rest your head in your hands and begin to cry.

[Zako]

Good work. You've made it out of the room. Give yourself a pat on the back. Take a moment to collect yourself and then inspect the room you are in.

[Jack_Bread]

You sit there and continue to calm down. You feel your heartbeat going back to normal and you stop panting. You still feel mentally drained, though.
You stand up slowly and look around. Nothing has changed except the front door, which seems to be barricaded.

[Zako]

No matter. We can leave by a window. Play some gameboy for a little bit by the windows to get your mood up.

[Jack_Bread]

You sit at the table and take out your gameboy, turning it on.
Buh-ding!
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV-
Your gameboy is acting strange. The screen is skewed and the sound is only playing one thing.

[Ricky]

Realize that you nearly soiled yourself. Ignore the gameboy for now and make a peepee in the toilet before you do peepee yourself.

[Jack_Bread]

You turn off the gameboy and put it on the table. You look behind you at the door to the sitting room.
Going to the toilet will require you to go through that room...

[Zako]

Hmmm. Typical. Nevermind, put the gameboy away for now. It may come in handy later. Perhaps a more mundane toy instead?

[Jack_Bread]

You sigh and put away your game boy. You start fiddling with the other toys you brought.
BANG!
What was-
BANG BANG!
It's the door.
BANG!
Something is pounding at the door outside! It's snarling and growling! You can hear it's claws scratching at the door.
BANG!