Some guy in a brown Marx shirt

Chapter One: A Brown Marx Shirt

I was hanging out with a guy and his friends at a mall. He was being flirty and funny and I was actually starting to like him. But I had somewhere to be at a specific time, so I thought 'when I come back, if he's still here, I'll give him my number.' And left. when I came back, he was still there with his friends, filming a video. I accidentally walked through it while they were recording and they started to get upset, so I apologized profusely and Decided to start walking away when the same guy from earlier came up and started talking to me.

I looked at his brown eyes with amusement.

"Can I help you?" I questioned.

"You're really cute, so I wanted to see if I could give you my number," He said as we continued to walk with no real destination. "when we were playing Frisbee I realised I started getting a crush. I got a weird urge to protect you, keep you safe and happy."

I blushed and looked back at the ground, contemplating his words. 'whats the worst that could happen? Worst comes to worst, I have to block him from my contacts.' After some thought, I let him give me his number. he adds his name in my contacts and hands my phone back to me. "some guy in a brown Marx shirt." I smiled and told him I'd text him when I left the mall, he agreed that it sounded like a good idea. We talked for a bit after that, I checked the time and I said I had to start heading home, we said our goodbyes promising to text each other. Just as we parted ways, a giant door, the size of a garage, slid open sideways, and sucked me inside.

I landed on the concrete of a long neverending hallway with sliver walls. I turned to look at where the door used to be, but all that was there was six giant gold blocks taking up the entrance. When I realized I couldn't get back out that way, I turned to explore the endless hallway for an opening. As I got roughly 10 feet from the gold wall, there was a noise.
I spun around and stared at the wall waiting for any movement to indicate another living being. What I saw was really disturbing.

The six gold blocks were slowly turning into long lanky figures and they started crawling twords me. I rushed backwards and tripped, screaming at I felt my body get pulled to the soft floor.
Soft floor? I glanced down to see I'm not on concrete anymore, but my loft bed covered in my old green and blue comforter. I stare back at the gold creatures and they're gone. I'm staring into an empty abyss. No walls, no ceiling, nothing. Just emptiness. I let out a breath of relief and lean over the edge of my loft to see if there was any floor.

Looking down, I saw the gold creatures, but they're weren't focused on me anymore. Their focus was on some guy.. some guy in a brown tee shirt.
My eyes widened.

"Hey!" I shouted at him, realising we never actually exchanged names. "Hey, up here!"

He looked up at me and smiled only to get tackled by one of the gold creatures. The rest of the six putting their attention back on me. I sat back on the bed and looked around for anything to use as a weapon.
I almost gave up hope when I saw something shiny catch my eye.

A metal rod.

I threw myself twords the shiny metal, so I could get to it before the golden figures could get to me.
Grabbing the rod, and quickly turning myself around I now stood face to face with a golden creature. It's face having holes where eyes could be. I took a step back and swung the metal Rod at it. Nothing. It took a stride closer to me, the reflective gold merely centimeters from my nose.

My heart rate pick up as I attempted to take a step back, only to get grabbed by the golden creature.
I gasped as tears started to fill my eyes, panicking.
Thrashing, yelling and kicking in the creatures grasp was no use. More tears started to leave my eyes as I started to cry, giving up. Letting my hopes get crushed as the creature dragged me to the edge of the bed, showing me that the guy was gone. The creature threw me into the springy Mattress waiting for the other creatures to make their way up. I felt myself deflate.