Isaiah

In the midst of like the... Crestfallen, dude.

Yeah, in the midst of the Reddit fan fiction, it uses a word from like the 1700s out of nowhere.

It's a damn good word.

that's what that reminded me of respite in the Ronald McDonald killer clown asylum story I came to the end of the hallway and another set of double doors a large red cross the kind you'd see on a lifeguard stand or first aid kit was painted across the width of them

I pressed my ear to one door.

All I heard was a slow, rhythmic pulse, like a machine at work.

Faintly, a beeping sound, like you'd hear in a hospital room.

Please, please be the original Ronald McDonald.

Please be the first one tied up to a chair kept alive by machines, like House from Fallout New Vegas, please.

I knew I shouldn't have opened the door.

I knew this wasn't the exit, but I should keep looking.

But I had to see.

I turned the handle.

It wasn't locked.

I peeked inside.

It was a cavernous white room.

Fluorescent lights flickered and buzzed.

I saw wires hanging all around.

and hanging from the ceiling in rows.

Kids.