**IMAGINE 53 PT. 4**

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Criss safely made it into the other room, and leaned up against the wall, and asked himself what the hell he got himself into...and that this wasn't a maze...this guy was deliberately trying to kill him...he sat down trying to figure out how the hell to get outta this one, but just as he was relaxing...he noticed the walls getting extremely cold...he turned to look at the wall and it was turning into a solid wall of ice, and the ice was covering the ceiling, and working its way around to the other side, Criss jumped up and tried to make a run for the door on the other side of the room, but the floor turned into ice as well and he landed on his ass...his muscles were beginning to lock up from the extreme cold...when his brain went into overdrive...he made it to the wall, where he started from and shimmied to where he was straight across from the far door. He used his feet and pushed as hard as he could and thrust himself to the other door...he used his body to break the door open and slid from the ice house to the melting pot...the next room was extremely hot, like a boiling pot on a stove, but it was a little easier for him to escape than the ice. Once he made it out of the boiling room, the floor suddenly dropped and he found himself submerged in an underwater room...he quickly swam to the ceiling and took a deep breath in, before the water engulfed the entire room. not only was he underwater, but there was no light...he had to feel for the way out...he found the doorknob, but was having troubles trying to pick the lock without being able to see what he was doing...and his oxygen was running out...while your father was laughing in the control room, thinking he was finally gonna get rid of the Mindfuck bastard.

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