Short Section 7: Transparency

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I was engulfed by something when I awakened, unable to stir or see, and was so gloomy that I wasn't able to see my hand directly in front of my face.

When I hammered on what was beneath, it emitted a metal sound with slow vibrations, which I always found interesting to hear.

I touched it, and it felt bitterly cold.
Then I had a revelation.

Was I outfitted as one of those robotic mascots?

I knew it had to be real; this pizza parlor has its own, well-kept secrecy, and all I have to do is attempt to leave before anything worse transpires to me.


Three hours later...

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