Doors and More Doors
No surprises inside, either. The Pac-Man set is just as you left it, with no one to play with. You're realizing that maybe you shouldn't have come back here. There doesn't seem like there was much of a purpose. Bored, you look more around the shack. Feeling the walls with your fingers, the old wood seems like it's almost falling apart, but it holds up surprisingly well. You wonder about the shack's past. Who has been here? What secrets does this shack have to hide?
Without a word, the door to the shack slams shut on you. You try to open it, but it's no use. The walls are too hard to break through. You're stuck here. Then, you hear a voice.
"Sorry, man, it's not up to me," the voice says, sounding quite unapologetic. "I've gotta take you to the kings." You stand frozen, utterly confused about what is unraveling before you. It's pitch black and the only thing that you can see is the smidgen of light coming from the cracks of the doorframe. You thought you were all alone. You attempt to pry the door open, but it's no use. It's jam locked tight. You open your mouth to speak, but then the door jumps open. It's weird how the second you took your hands off of the door, it opened, but you think it's best not to dwell on that. Besides, the more pressing thing is the elf in front of you. Yeah, an elf. He's got a short, stubby brown beard and thick, bushy eyebrows. His eyes are thin and it doesn't seem as though he has any teeth. The elf smiles at you. Oh wait, THERE are the teeth. They're just a bit small. Because they're elf teeth.
He throws a rope at you. "Simply tie your arms together and we'll be on our way," he sings. "Unless you want to make this harder."
Without a word, the door to the shack slams shut on you. You try to open it, but it's no use. The walls are too hard to break through. You're stuck here. Then, you hear a voice.
"Sorry, man, it's not up to me," the voice says, sounding quite unapologetic. "I've gotta take you to the kings." You stand frozen, utterly confused about what is unraveling before you. It's pitch black and the only thing that you can see is the smidgen of light coming from the cracks of the doorframe. You thought you were all alone. You attempt to pry the door open, but it's no use. It's jam locked tight. You open your mouth to speak, but then the door jumps open. It's weird how the second you took your hands off of the door, it opened, but you think it's best not to dwell on that. Besides, the more pressing thing is the elf in front of you. Yeah, an elf. He's got a short, stubby brown beard and thick, bushy eyebrows. His eyes are thin and it doesn't seem as though he has any teeth. The elf smiles at you. Oh wait, THERE are the teeth. They're just a bit small. Because they're elf teeth.
He throws a rope at you. "Simply tie your arms together and we'll be on our way," he sings. "Unless you want to make this harder."