Oh no, no, NO. Heâd only come to this place in order to try and pick up wrapping paper or something like that - but there had been a rush for the door that left him dizzy and many of the rushing people who lived here knocked him to the floor, out cold - when he slowly opened his eyes once more, the blackness of unconciousness flickering to the familiar sight of the store, he jumped to his feet in alarm at a big metal bar now being firmly across the door.
L-locked? Oh no oh no, he hadnât gotten out in time? Any firm knocks to the locked door to try and move the lock resulted in only a sore hand, but...if that DANGEROUS thing was outside, maybe being inside the store was better right now?! He swore one of the shadows of the store MOVED, though. âi-itâs just furniture, just furniture - everythingâs fine! E-everythingâs fine!â Trying to convince himself of that went right out the non-existent Ikea windows at actually LEGITIMATELY seeing one of the shadows move, though.
OKAY, NOPE. Nope nope nope. He ran away from the moving shadow and huddled behind a piece of furniture, trying to stay still...if he pretended to not be moving or an actual person, the shadow would leave him alone until the doors unlocked!!
