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Forget all your troubles
[You wake up and instantly realize something is wrong.
There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.
As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]
Welcome, esteemed guest, to our humble abode. We hope that you enjoy your stay in this Phantom Manor, as we expect you to stay with us for a very long time.
Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy
However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.
We eagerly await to meet you.
-Your Host
[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.
Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.
But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]
There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.
As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]
Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy
However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.
We eagerly await to meet you.
-Your Host
[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.
Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.
But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]
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Oooh. So you can't talk. That's...um, sorry about that.
[He doesn't really know what to do now, so he just continues eating his sandwich.]
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She finishes her sandwich with a happy sigh. A full stomach really helped; she looks to him once more with a smile to thank him.]
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He finishes his sandwich not long after.]
So, what happened to your voice? Were you in an accident or something?
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She leads him back over to the bios and points at her own. It has all the details needed.]
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It's you! You're that mermaid princess Mabel told me about!
Wow...so you gave up your voice to become a human? That's crazy.
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She confirms the human thing by putting her hands over her heart. She gave it up for love. Love for the human world and for the love of a human.]
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[That's the only thing he thinks that could mean.]
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She points at him and then back to the bios. The girl would like to read his.]
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[He looks over all the bios, before finding his own near the bottom. He can't help but raise an eyebrow at it.]
Not sure how they got those pictures, but I guess that's the least of our worries.
Anyway, there's mine.
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K-kinda freaky that there's bunch of kids here.
[Mabel alone is concerning, then there's Molly, this Noby kid, this Jane, and along with Pinocchio. Maybe. Does a puppet that looks like a kid count as a kid?]
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She turns back to Soos with a worried look: what's going on here?]
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Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be out of here soon. We got a superhero to help us get out of here.
[Soos, what part of that Bio made it sound like she knows what superheroes are.]
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She nods with a smile. She hopes so anyway...]