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>>67433842
>There it is, dead ahead.
>There's a locker right outside of Principal Spears' office that has a narrow gap in it. I don't think I'm meant to really notice the lockers at all, so their placement is shoddy.
>The small space is bright, featureless white light. And it's just wide enough to cram my foot between.
>"Mr. Mous, stop rushing in the halls," I can hear Spears calling out to me from his office. I scream back some mixture of everyone fighting their own battles and the lunch plan; both of those details satisfy whatever arbitrary check I need to progress forward.
>A second later, I jam my sneaker right into the gap between the locker and the wall. My ankle gives an uncomfortable roll before my vision goes white. My entire body feels like it's being stretched.
>My nose is suddenly filled with the smell of pizza.
>I'm at Moe's, on my first date with Fang.
>I think I slip somewhere underneath the "map" that happens to collide with some checkpoints whenever I do the locker fuckery. Forces it to regurgitate me at the next logical point in its trials, being the venue mess.
>Thankfully, this is easily gamed. Fang's in the middle of leading me into the restaurant. The bored waitress is about to give her usual spheel about Dino Moe's history when I holler over her. "MOE!'
>"Wah?! What punk's screamin' at me from in there?" The Italian responded. That's all I need. I whirl around to Fang, he's looking at me with a bewildered stare.
>"I got us the venue, here." It's enough to make Lucy's expression snap from confused to overjoyed shock, something she normally wouldn't achieve for another twenty minutes.
>I don't wait for the wing hug, I rush outside--
>...Nothing. I'm still here. I should've been sitting in Fang's bedroom playing the guitar like a madman right now.
>--SHIT, I FORGOT TO DIAL NASER'S NUMBER AS I RAN OUTSIDE.
>"Goddamnit," I mutter under my breath. Now comes the uncomfortable part: resetting a failed run.
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>There it is, dead ahead.
>There's a locker right outside of Principal Spears' office that has a narrow gap in it. I don't think I'm meant to really notice the lockers at all, so their placement is shoddy.
>The small space is bright, featureless white light. And it's just wide enough to cram my foot between.
>"Mr. Mous, stop rushing in the halls," I can hear Spears calling out to me from his office. I scream back some mixture of everyone fighting their own battles and the lunch plan; both of those details satisfy whatever arbitrary check I need to progress forward.
>A second later, I jam my sneaker right into the gap between the locker and the wall. My ankle gives an uncomfortable roll before my vision goes white. My entire body feels like it's being stretched.
>My nose is suddenly filled with the smell of pizza.
>I'm at Moe's, on my first date with Fang.
>I think I slip somewhere underneath the "map" that happens to collide with some checkpoints whenever I do the locker fuckery. Forces it to regurgitate me at the next logical point in its trials, being the venue mess.
>Thankfully, this is easily gamed. Fang's in the middle of leading me into the restaurant. The bored waitress is about to give her usual spheel about Dino Moe's history when I holler over her. "MOE!'
>"Wah?! What punk's screamin' at me from in there?" The Italian responded. That's all I need. I whirl around to Fang, he's looking at me with a bewildered stare.
>"I got us the venue, here." It's enough to make Lucy's expression snap from confused to overjoyed shock, something she normally wouldn't achieve for another twenty minutes.
>I don't wait for the wing hug, I rush outside--
>...Nothing. I'm still here. I should've been sitting in Fang's bedroom playing the guitar like a madman right now.
>--SHIT, I FORGOT TO DIAL NASER'S NUMBER AS I RAN OUTSIDE.
>"Goddamnit," I mutter under my breath. Now comes the uncomfortable part: resetting a failed run.
cont