WEEK ONE: WEDNESDAY, THE STORAGE ROOM

[parodeity]

[ HELLO MOD ACCOUNT, TIME FOR DAVE TO DO A THING, ALONE, BY HIMSELF. ALONE.

haha shit this is so stupid, thank god he maybe chose not the inevitable door that's gonna kill him??

anyway, using stealth ninja skills he will find a time to get at the door alone, and let himself inside. what the hell does he see? ]

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[abhoth]

[ Dave's searching comes to a halt when he feels a gentle brush — a warm, tender touch onto his hand. It's brief, as if shyly wanting nothing more than human contact.

In a moment, a soft breath on his neck and a distinct scent of lavender drifts through the air. It comes only a soft whisper: ]

Hello, Dave.

[ If he turns, there will be absolutely nothing there, but he will note the mannequins are all in their original positions. ]

[parodeity]

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dave.exe is gonna maybe fucking crash a little after this. he keeps still breathing evenly, and he does turn. that...didn't...feel antagonistic but. ]

...Hello? [ shit his voice is hoarse because yeah this is testing nerves and trauma he has tried not to touch and yet got thrown into headfirst just a few days ago bye seeing bro. dirk. whatever. ]

... [ if there isn't a response he will. check the cleaning supplies/toiletries. what kind of cleaning supplies and toiletries. also cannot decide if wants to say thanks for the mannequins turning back or no. god. ]

[abhoth]

[ There's no response. Dave is utterly alone in the room. The silence will carry on if he stays here.

It's just drain-o and laundry detergent. Also toilet paper. ]

[parodeity]

[ ok like how many bottles of this shit are there, out of curiosity.

also if he examines the mannequins, having checked under/on the boxes/shelves and in all of them by now, what...will he see...................................

he will make himself do this thoroughly and probably be a wreck mentally the rest of the week ig lowkey ]

[abhoth]

[ 4 bottles of bleach, 10 bottles of drain-o, 2 boxes of detergent, 40 rolls of toilet paper, and 5 boxes of mouse traps. If Dave tries to steal anything, the mouse trap will go off onto his finger — no matter what he reached for.

Nothing out of the ordinary on boxes and shelves — and on naked torsos! ]

[parodeity]

[ ok but what if he tries to empty the bottles of bleach and draino. :/ can he do that even if mousetraps go off. he will sacrifice the well being of his hands to do away with potentially lethal chemicals? ]

[abhoth]

[ Every time he reaches for something, a mouse trap goes off.

The staff needs these to clean, DAVE!! ]

[parodeity]

[ why am i gonna have to fucking google mouse trap finger injuries

what if he had moustraps on all ten fingers could he reach for something THEN ]

[abhoth]

[

Dave is hit with mouse traps, breaking his left index finger and his right pinky finger. ]

[parodeity]

[ JESUS OKAY FAIR.

for the record he's gonna fuck his hands up worse after he leaves to obscure how the fuck he got those injuries, i guess. he has broken enough bones to know stupid ways you could have done it and. well. he can stage something, maybe.

hell he can just force someone else to back up a stupid story maybe we'll do that yeah okay. GUESS HE'S GIVING UP AND LEAVING THE ROOM, CHRIST. ]

[abhoth]

[ There's a girlish giggle as he leaves. The door slams shut. Dave is unable to re-open it, even if he tries. ]

[parodeity]

[ @ ghost mannequins fuck u ]