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After months of struggling, your parents finally managed to get a job as nighttime security for a mall in Nockfell. This meant that you'd have to move from your childhood home into some apartment complex that you...
(I'm gonna start chapter 3 of the game now) (Y/N P.OV, for the entire chapter) ~time skip a few weeks, springtime~ I sighed as I laid in bed, staring up at my ceiling. It was one of those nights where I couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard I tried.
I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and checked the time, it was 3:00 A.M. I once again sighed as I contemplated texting Sal. I decided to text him, just to see if he was awake.
'You awake?' I sent the text and a few minutes later my phone lit up.
'Yea i am. Y r u up?' He texted back.
'Just can't sleep.' I texted back and put my phone down beside me.
A few minutes later, my apartment door unlocked and soon Sal was laying beside me.
"You didn't have to come over" I whispered as I laid my head on his chest. He started playing with my hair.
"I wanted to," he said and we fell into silence. My eyes started drifting closed as he played with my hair.
My eyes snapped open and I was back in the room filled with nothing, everything was white as far as I could see. Just like last time, Sal was standing beside me.
"Can't we go like, one week without something weird happening?" I said with a bit of anger in my voice. This was getting tiring.
"I think we signed up for all this weird stuff when we moved in," he said and I laughed.
I was about to say something when the booming voice started speaking.
"White room eht ni em dnif. uoy dlot i tahw tegrof t'nod" It said, and once again, we couldn't make out anything it said, except for 'white room'.
"English would be nice" I muttered mainly to myself, but sal heard and laughed.
Suddenly, the blurry figure from Larry's treehouse appeared in front of us.
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"others ot place siht fo kaeps not must uoy tub. la--, erch ef-- --a u-y. dia--a e- --n -d" it said. I raised an eyebrow as I looked at the floating head.
Suddenly, it disappeared and I looked over at Sal and my eyes widened. He was now taller, wearing an orange prison outfit and had broken handcuffs on his wrists, his hair was shorter and messed up.
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