Beware minor spoilers for Chairbound on this piece. I believe they’re minor. I do not know what’s actually important on this dreary purgatory of flourescent lights and rippled glass facades. Just one factor appears assured: I’ve to get out of right here in 10 minutes or I am doomed.
I met the bizarre little lady once more. She was loitering within the shadow of a pillar on the eighth flooring. I discovered her goblin-esque throughout our first assembly, however up shut she appears comparatively strange, a pale 10-year-old in a nightie with shoulder-length hair. A minimum of, till she burbles distorted sounds at me and runs away into the darkness. I collect she is in search of her “toy”. I do not suppose it is the rubber duck I am holding.
Another observations in regards to the eighth flooring: there are extra rubber geese down right here. That is useful intelligence certainly, as a result of it means I haven’t got to seize the one within the beginning workplace above, saving me 30-60 seconds of abject swivelling and fumbling. I am nonetheless not clear why I would wish this rubber duck. It appears completely ineffective. However I do not know for certain that I do not want it, and squeaking the factor pathetically lifts my temper considerably as I trundle by way of the workplace’s neat and tidy desolation.
One other factor I’ve discovered: the factor strapped to my chest is not explosive. When the timer runs down, the show clicks “on”, and there is a hiss of initially innocent gasoline. The primary time this occurred, I nearly died of aid. I figured the timer will need to have been a prank, a purple herring of some type. Ten minutes to make it down 9 tales whereas tied to a rolling workplace chair? Of course they had been joking. However then my environment wobbled and blurred and the shadows took me.
I really feel like there should, should be a method to disable this gadget, or prolong the timer, as a result of even once I’m being environment friendly, it takes a superb jiffy to descend a single flooring. It happens to me that I dropped the duck on my final try, shortly earlier than the gasoline overwhelmed my senses. Maybe the duck presents safety from the gasoline. A voice repeats in my abdomen: the duck is the important thing.
Closing observations: I managed to get into some type of laptop room on the eighth flooring, slightly below one of many purple lights. It contained a stack of shows and one other chair, standing in a pool of what I am fairly certain is blood. This Bodes, for certain. I do not fancy my probabilities at preventing anyone or something off whereas I am strapped to this chair. Let’s reconvene to match notes on the seventh flooring, assuming I make it.
