Choice I: The Bathroom

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TW: Suffocation

I don't have much time to think, so I head straight for the bathroom; it's closer than the bedroom, so it makes sense at the moment. I run inside and close the door, making sure not to make much noise.

The bathroom is gross, but what else would I expect? I look into the mirror. there's a message written on it in red marker: "I'm a twisted fucking CYCOPATH."

Damn, I look like shit. But, there's no time to worry about my looks--I hear footsteps outside the door... and now he's wiggling the door handle!

I have to think fast: I jump into the shower, using the faucet as leverage. but as soon as I'm inside, the faucet turns on and... no water comes out?

No, no, it's much worse... I notice the sound of gas releasing from a pipe, then the air turns pink... no, purple! I gasp for air... I feel like my lungs are going numb, like they're slowly dying. My legs turn limp until I fall, leaning my head on the wall of the shower.

A large figure opens the door; it couldn't be Louis, since Louis is more lean. No, this is somebody else... but I can't see who it is. "Jacob... Jacob!" Their voice calls out, over and over, until it fades out into oblivion. I blink and my eyes don't open again.

BAD END 3

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