Swaying the door of the music room closed behind us, me and Danny continued down the hall, stopping to view the next door on our right. This door was more unique, however: It was made with a darker wood, and it had a small metal label on the front.

"Now then...         Secretary's office?" Danny focused, reading out the label.

"Maybe this has something that could help us out? Secretaries are important parts of every school..." I mentioned.

"Good point! Lets go!"

But when Danny took a hold of the opaque-shined doorknob, and twisted it, the door didn't move.

"...Huh?"

The dog tried twisting the knob harder. The door only wobbled around within the doorframe. 

"Dammit. It's locked."

"Well...      On to the next room!" I sighed, moving along. Danny soon caught up with me.

That was a shame...        I was looking forward to seeing if there was anything helpful for us in that room...

"So. What's in here?" The dog asked hypothetically, twisting the doorknob and opening the door to a thankfully not locked room. The minute we headed inside, however, there was an immediate shock.

"...This is...        A bar."

Soft, cylindrical lights hung on the sides of the walls, shining a mood light throughout the velvet walled room and across the varnished oak floor. Many dark, oak tables resided along the sides of the room and occasionally in the center, with old rock and roll posters hung up here and there. At the end of the room, a long bar island stood, also made of oak, with smooth cushioned bar stools sitting in front of it. And behind that bar...     Were shelves. Full of alcohol.

Taking a glance at Danny, I could notice that he was sweating really badly. 

He really doesn't like alcohol, then...

"...Danny? Are you good?"

"...NOPE! NOT AT ALL!"

"Yeah, I can tell!" A voice suddenly called, "You don't like alcohol. Neither do I!"

"What? Who's that?"

Confusion rang through my ears, as I leapt forward to the voice's origin. 

Well, I wasn't sure exactly where it was, but it sounded like it was from behind the bar.

Yanking my body around the corner of the bar, I laid my eyes upon an orange sight on the floor.

It was...     Freddy. Covered in...      Alcohol?

"Freddy...      What the?"

"Don't ask. I accidentally bumped into the shelves, and this...      Bottle of cointreau fell on me. Luckily it didn't break, the cap just cracked off."

"That sounds a bit crazy, Freds." I noticed Danny behind me, walking up besides me.

"How many times have I asked you to stop calling me that...?"

"Uhh...      Too many?"

"..." A silence sounded out as Freddy looked at Danny sceptically. Soon afterwards though, his sight lightened up.

"...That's my boy. Haha!" The fox giggled, getting onto his knees, then his feet, revealing the bottle of liquid that he had mentioned earlier, it's yucky-orangy contents spilling out.

"Oh, man...      I'm really gonna need a shower after this is done."

"Heh, yeah...     I didn't think you'd have this kind of energy in you, Freds!"

"Are you still surprised?"

"A little...!"

I simply watched the two animals converse with each other, despite the (in my opinion) rancid smell floating from the fox. They talked with such passion, it was amazing. Not to mention...     There was blush on both of their faces.

Suspicious, am I right?

"Now then. I'm gonna see if there's anything that might help us get out'a here. You good with that?"

"Sure am..."

"Great!" The dog chuckled, leaping away to the walls, running his hands along them. Freddy simply stayed to the side, scratching his neck a bit.

"...Freddy?"

"Hm?"

"...Is Danny on your mind?"

"...Guess I'm quite the open book, aren't I?" The orange animal turned to me, his tail wagging cautiously. "Yep. Danny's on my mind. And for some reason...      Rebecca too."

"What...?"

"I mean, Rebecca not as much as Danny. Danny seems so...      So...      So determined in proving that me and Rebecca are safe and happy. It honestly makes me blush..."

"...Seems like a double crush to me."

"H-Hey!"

"What was that?" Danny suddenly whipped around to face us, a question radiating from his mouth into the air.

"Uhm...     N-Nothing." Pink rushed across Freddy's face, only proving my point more.

"Hm...     Whatever you say Freds!"

"..."

"Heh, as I was saying."

"Sh- Shut up Peppa." The fox rushed his arms up, his sleeves covering his face swiftly.

Mission accomplished.

"Well, there's not much that helps with escape here. Onto the next room!" Danny returned to us, a little less energetic, but his happiness still visible.

"S-Sounds...       Good." Freddy, who was still clearly awkward, eventually lowered his arms.

"Lets get going then!"

Danny then rushed out of the bar room with a shocking speed, me and Freddy close behind. He must've been relieved to get out of there...

Once we were back out in the hallway of tiles, we noticed that there was only one more door on the right side of the hallway. After that, it was simply the end of the hallway.

"So...     What's in this last room?"

"Let's see..."

Freddy grabbed the handle, twisting it downwards, and pushing the door away to show the three of us the sight that laid behind it.

Two lines of washing machines, piled on top of each other, ran along the left wall. At the back wall, two stacked lines of...     Bigger washing machines resided. Piles of school uniforms, bottles of detergent and boxes of washing powder were scattered through the whole room. Laundry baskets stacked up in a nearby corner. And in the dead center of it all was Emily.

"Oh...     Hello, you lot..."

"Nice to see you again, Emily! Quite a mess in here, right?"

"Yep...     It's quite triggering, honestly..."

"I...     Don't know what to say...        This is a launderette, right?" I questioned, the state of the room still taking me by storm.

"Yes, its a launderette."

"Why is it...     Such a mess?"

"...I have no idea..."

"This definitely doesn't looks like how a launderette should be. Wouldn't it be more organised?"

"Maybe...      Whoever set up this nightmare that we're in is just lazy?"

"...You're saying that someone had planned to trap us in here?"

"...Yes? There's no way that a potato would be able to do this all by themselves."

"You've got a point..." I added to Danny's statement, starting to take the idea into my head.

"So...       Someone wanted us to kill each other? For what purpose...?"

"I'm not sure. But it seems like...     We know a bit more then what we originally knew."

"Yeah! It's like there's some...         Some kind of...       Some kind of mastermind!"

...

...Mastermind...

There's someone here...        Who wants us to kill each other...?

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