>>5455321>>5455401If you leave now and go do something else there is certainly a chance that Folly will find her way somewhere safer on her own, or that you may be able to grab a banana or something to lure her away from the door to get away without going near it yourself. But while slightly safer, that would be putting your own pet at more risk for yourself. What if the door isn't really locked? What if they have... you don't know, an axe, or a chainsaw. That would result in the door becoming naught but a suggestion, and even a single one of the resulting splinters could hurt Folly. You must get her yourself.
With that thought processed, you begin lightly, light stepping your way to the entryway. You give up the advantage of the quiet carpeting near the top of the stairs and enter the hardwood entryway but very, very fortunately, it has several large carpets itself. No one would want mud tracked in all over their nice floors, you suppose. These carpets serve as a path to the front door, and after a tense, but short walk you make it to Folly's location.
You want to mutter a swear at the creature, but knowing that someone is on the other side of the door, you resist. Instead you just pick her up with both hands and fix her with an annoyed stare to express your displeasure at Folly living up to her namesake. She just stares back, seemingly perplexed. Knowing any further battle of wits with your guinea pig is useless, you turn your attention to the door. Of the three locks, one is visible on, one you have no idea of the position of, and one, the chain lock, is undone. You are somewhat relieved knowing that there is a locked barrier between you and whoever is there, but you would rather it be locked more.
As you begin considering whether to lock it or not, you become calm enough to realize something. You have a bad feeling. Well, of course you do- anyone finding out that they were being hunted down by some killer in their home would. But not that kind of bad feeling. Something else that feels distinctly different. You get the impression that standing past this door is something... wrong. Extremely dangerous. A reason to feel a deep, all-consuming fear from deep within oneself. There is no proof to this feeling but your body, your instinct, insists that it is true.
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>Do up the chainlock. Even if they hear you, well, at least there will be more between you and them.>Since you're already here, you'll glance through the peephole. If you are to defeat your guest, you must first know who they are and face that fact. All you can do now is shake of fear of what they might be.>Begin making your way back and head to the window. You were lucky enough to make your way here without making any noise, but if you mess with the door they'll definitely know you're here.>Write-in 