Chapter Twenty One | Entering the Factory

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(Y/N) was looking around the building carefully, keeping an eye out for a hidden passageway or something else that will get you both into the old factory. But the place was covered in vines, moss, weed growing out from the cracks in the walls, it was hard to tell exactly how the hell do you get in. 

"Erm... What is that?" Deborah asked nervously. "What? Where?" (Y/N) asked. "Over there..." Deborah replied nervously, and slowly raised her finger... pointing it to what appears to be some kind of trapdoor at the side of the building. 

"Well spotted Deborah." (Y/N) and strolled over towards the aforementioned "trapdoor". But what was even more disturbing is the fact that as soon as (Y/N) was within range, the old spruce trapdoor mysteriously opened by itself. Like as if activated by an invisible force. 

"Okay... What the fuck..." Deborah whispered anxiously. "Erm..." (Y/N) was about to speak, but ran out of words to say. "Just... Just ignore... it..." (Y/N) tried your best to encourage. 

"This is creepy, (Y/N). This is really creepy." Deborah said.

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