Out of bounds

Forgive me father for i have sinned

"I did it!" You thought to yourself. "Maybe I can find a way out."

You were currently walking along the corridors that resided outside of the main part of the game. The walls were mostly unfinished, with equipment and materials strewn about. Clearly, this was never intended to be seen by the player.

You had managed to get here by walking through the void, just before the "Museum Ending." You were unsure where it leads, but you're hopeful that you would at least find something new. After all, there's only so many times you can fall into the infinite hole before it loses its charm.

"What's this?" You wonder aloud, as you step into a large dimly lit room.

You cast your eyes around, attempting to take in your surroundings in the dim light.

"There must be something here." You think as you wander deeper into the darkness with caution.

You almost feel as if you're being watched when suddenly, a low chuckle eminates from further in the void.

'Oh no'.

"Well, well, well." You freeze, stopping in your tracks. "Just what do we have here?"

You know that voice all too well. Only now it sounds... different. Usually, the narrator's voice seems to come from everywhere at once, but now? Now, it's seemingly emanating from a single source and sounds... oddly seductive.

Confused and still a bit startled, you don't say a word. You stand there on high alert, waiting for whatever comes next.

"Now, surely you must know that you aren't supposed to be back here." Comes The Narrator's voice from the shadows.

"So why don't you tell me..." He steps out from the inky blackness and into the dim light."Just how you found me here?"

You're completely stunned as you lay eyes on The Narrator for the first time. He's tall, with sharp features. His salt and pepper hair is slicked back neatly, with a few strands falling forward.

"He's absolutely gorgeous." You think to yourself.

You aren't sure how long you're staring before you're pulled from your thoughts.

"Ahem." The narrator takes a few steps toward you. "You seem a bit distracted." He dawns a smirk.

"Well, I- uh." You mumble incoherently, unable to form a cohesive sentence. You can feel a blush creeping up your neck.

He leans in closer, whispering in your ear. "What's that darling? Have I got you all flustered?"

You're hardly able to think, let alone speak. His breath on your skin sends goosebumps racing across your body.

"Y- yes." You give a curt nod.

He pulls back just a bit so that he can get a good look at you. You feel his eyes roam around your body, taking it all in.

"I must say, you look even more beautiful up close and personal." The narrator brings his hand to your face, and his fingers gently lift your chin, forcing you to make eye contact.

"Simply divine." He mutters, staring intently.

Your practicality melting under his touch. Every word he says sends shivers down your spine. Your eyes flick across his face, admiring all his features. Your stare lands on his lips. They look so soft to you. You can't help but wonder what they could feel like on your own.

The narrator watches with amusement as you study him, proud to have such a profound and physical effect on you.

As if he could sense your thoughts, the narrator leaned forward, his breath or your lips.