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You waste no time in getting to work on the valves. Even <span class="mu-i">with</span> your mask on you can already feel yourself getting dizzy–normally you’d be concerned by the amount of gas everyone in the building must be huffing, but this is <span class="mu-i">Stan</span> you’re talking about…
As you close a few smaller lines, you start to feel the room around you rumble–oh wow, you observe as the pressure builds up, the psycho running this circus didn’t properly set the pipes up. <span class="mu-i">Gasp</span>.
When you can no longer find any other valves, you put all your body weight in sealing the last one. A blizzard of paint chips flutter to the ground as the wheel lets out a prolonged shriek–hopefully Stan’s got the MC’s attention. Shutting the valve completely with a triumphant ‘<span class="mu-i">thunk</span>’, you seal the deal by yanking the wheel off its well-worn resting place! As your target comes loose, you bite your lip a bit as the building around you begins to creak and moan from the gas buildup–it’s not perfect, you reason, but if it disarms another one of this asshole’s traps, well…
Your internal monologue is cut short by the sound of something clanging onto the floor outside the room. Hiding the valve behind your back, your eyes shift around the surrounding area for hiding spots–probably should have figured this out earlier, huh? Darn.
“<span class="mu-s">Interesting choice, Stanley.</span>” The voice drones through the speakers as you inch closer to where you saw the vent, “<span class="mu-s">A bit unorthodox, but still VERY informative…</span>”
Maybe it’s the pipes in the walls, but you could almost swear you heard something out in the hall again. Crouching low near the vent, you hold your breath as you contemplate your next move…
<span class="mu-i">AND</span> all of that important <span class="mu-i">character-related</span> stuff that you put on hold since you started this whole operation! Let’s see now–what were you thinking about that one person earlier? Oh right, it was-
<span class="mu-s">SMOKE YOUUUUUUUUU!</span>
You’re <span class="mu-s">STANLEY PARBLE,</span> damn it, and if this guy puts you through one more of his ‘<span class="mu-i">Would You Rather</span>’ bullshit tests, you’re gonna lose your shit! Wading through the mess of metal, wire, and a rubber duck or two, you take a moment to check on both Teddy and Cal–the former coughing up a storm inside his mask, the latter breathing uncomfortably shallow breaths…
“Stanley…” Ted hisses as he struggles to fill his lungs with air, “R-right in the nick of time… heh…”
Wow, <span class="mu-i">sarcasm</span>! You’re welcome, by the way!
>CONTD.
