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Literature
Heavy Choices, Growing Panic : 1, Snack Bar/Felix Brandt woke to the sound of a slamming door, muffled footsteps thudding slowly and heavily away. His eyes immediately latched on to two slits of dim light in utter darkness; he reached up to drowsily paw at his face, flinching as his fingers felt something soft and padded instead. With a groan, he lifted both hands to either side of the surface and pulled up, finding himself staring at the back of a helmet a moment later. Not a helmet: the head of a mascot costume, a cartoonish cow with big round cheeks, a happy smile, and a floppy felt tongue lolling off to the side. What the hell?... A cursory glance of his surroundings revealed an empty broom closet, seemingly swept and mopped thoroughly, a line of bright light coming in from beneath the door. His head throbbed with pain and confusion as he slowly pushed himself up, nearly slipping off the wall as a speaker system started up beyond the door. It sounded like something out of the ‘50s, with a bright and charismatic announcer
Oh well...