~First Person POV~
You and your friends are hanging out at your house. "Hey y/n im hungry, want to go eat?" you look up from what you were doing to silently nod and give a smile.
you arrive at a slightly run down fast food restaurant for something quick. as you and your friend are ordering you realize you need to use the restroom. "hey i'll be right back" you say to your friend and they nod.
you walk into the old hall that the cashier unenthusiastically pointed to and see three doors. none of them have signs on them specifying womens, mens, or storage. you walk into the one in the middle at the very end of the hall.
you see another hall. you see a door, walk into that one, and theres another hall. and another, and another, and another? at the 5th hall you go to turn around and what you see shocks you.
the door was gone.
you reach into your pocket to grab your phone in distress and you realize... you left your phone with your friend.
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Mystery / Thriller⚠️TW⚠️ This kinda might be a trigger so this story kinda might be those things that feels like the whole reality is a simulation and not real type thing. POV: You're at a restaurant and you need to use the restroom... but end up noclipping into the...
