Everything so far had been the same old, same old. Bedrooms, dining rooms, office spaces. Viper was starting to get bored by how same-y they all were. She’d even considered pestering the poor staff sharks, or getting some food, but from the corner of her eye she sighted a room she hadn’t checked so far. Huh. She was pretty sure she’d already got them all.
But upon rounding the corner into the open room, she squinted at how uncommon it was. It was… a lobby. Interesting. Okay, right… why was a lobby in a weird IKEA? Viper approached the mailboxes along the far wall, and it took a matter of moments for her to pale. The names, they… she recognised those names.
“What the- why the…” Her hands balled into fists at her sides despite the throbbing pain in her knuckles. “This shouldn’t be here.” She said, matter-of-factly as she backed up into the very center of the lobby.
She’d left that place years ago. Why was it here? Were they here?
Swallowing the growing lump in her throat, Viper wanted to move. She wanted to leave, and run as far as she could. But her wide eyes betrayed how calm she was trying to force herself to be. Viper thought she was over it. She’d been “over it” for years. But here she was, wide-eyed and shuddering ever-so slightly.
She’d never considered herself to be one who had flashbacks, or equally negative reactions, but there was something about being thrust right into the place that… was so… unnerving. Horrifically so.
It felt ridiculous. It was just a conveniently designed room- and yet… the names.
“What the [heck]…” She mumbled, biting her lip, glancing over her shoulders, as if someone would appear from thin air any moment.
