For a brief moment you consider taking the elevator down after your last ‘<span class="mu-i">Run-In</span>’ with the stairs, but you quickly reconsider when you hear the unmistakable sound of a door being kicked open in the maze of halls behind you! The lack of blood-curdling shrieks suggests the stalker didn’t find the <span class="mu-s">SECURITY ROOM,</span> but it’s plenty of motivation to get you out of and away from the mansion as fast as you can!
Scurrying down the stairs like a pair of corgis about to go for a walk, you make it to the front door in record timing and are just about to pull it open when someone on the other side beats you to it!
Pushing both doors open like a cowboy entering a saloon comes a familiar, shaggy-haired skater! As he opens his mouth upon spotting you and Pepper, time slows to a crawl as you predict what’s about to happen… but all you can do is raise your hand in a vague gesture for him to stop!
“<span class="mu-s">PIZZA DUUUUUUUUUDE!</span>” Raj exclaims as he gives your extended hand a resounding high-five, “WAS WONDERIN’ WHERE YOU GUYS RAN OFF TO, BRO!”
A high-pitched sound akin to a chew toy being stepped on escapes your lips as the mansion behind you becomes deathly quiet. <span class="mu-s">RAJ,</span> you hiss through clenched and <span class="mu-i">very</span> perturbed teeth, <span class="mu-s">WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW.</span>
“No sweat, man,” Nods Raj as you struggle to push past his oblivious, albeit extremely sturdy frame, “I just felt bad leaving you and Pep all by your lonesome, y’know?” Recognition flashes across his face. Finally! “... wait, were you guys lookin’ for… y’know…” He leans in as you hear another crash from upstairs, “<span class="mu-i">Privacy?</span>”
You’re just about to punch his stupid bangs off when you hear the sound of heavy footsteps arrive on the <span class="mu-s">MEZZANINE</span> behind you! Slowly turning around as if you’d been caught raiding the cookie jar, you find the hulking stalker leering at the three of you from behind the balcony bannister!
“Who uh…” Stammers Raj in an uncharacteristically fearful and <span class="mu-i">unchill</span> voice, “Wh-who’s your p-pal, b-bro?”
He’s not your pal, you mutter as Pepper’s catatonic form reflexively takes a picture of the figure, and you’ll say it again:
<span class="mu-s">YOU GOTTA GO NOW!</span>
As if agreeing with your idea, the machete-wielding giant vaults over the bannister!
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