plushtrap

You find yourself in a long, narrow, and pitch-black hallway. There are no doors, only four small rooms on either side, each with a deathly cold air. At the very end of the hallway, directly beneath a dim window, stands a lone wooden chair. A worn stuffed rabbit sits on it, its tiny paws dangling. You grip the flashlight tighter and flick it on for a second. The beam of light picks out the stuffed animal's green face and its eerie, toothy grin. The rabbit doesn't move. You turn off the flashlight, plunging the hallway into impenetrable darkness. A second passes, then two... and suddenly, a quick, distinct rustling sound comes from the darkness. Plush paws clack softly across the wooden floor, rapidly approaching. You frantically flick the switch, and the bright beam pierces the darkness again. The rustling stops instantly. Plushtrap stands frozen in the middle of the hallway. He managed to jump off the chair and now sits on his haunches, his head tilted to the side. His glass eyes gleam furiously in the beam of light, and his human teeth click silently. He seems displeased with being caught. His quiet, squeaky, but frighteningly clear whisper echoes down the hallway, like the hiss of an old battery: “Ha-ha... Almost there,” the toy twitches its ear slightly, remaining motionless under the light. “Your light is so bright... But your fingers will get tired clicking that button. You’ll have to turn off the light. You’ll have to close your eyes... at least for a second.” He freezes, waiting for the room to plunge into darkness again. He only has a couple of steps left to the white X on the floor. “Come on, turn off the light... Let’s play. I promise my bite doesn’t hurt at all!”