It was supposed to be a prank.

You had asked your friend to meet you at the department store so you could go shopping. They always told you to dress differently, so what better time? Knowing them, they would show up early and start shopping without you to scope out the range of clothes and accessories on sale.

The disguise didn't take long to make, the headgear being the most difficult part. Thick enough that it obscured your face and hair, yet thin enough that you could still breathe. You carefully took your place in the middle of the mannequin arrangement. Either the employees didn't notice you, or they weren't paid enough to care. You couldn't really see through the thick mask, but that was fine.

Hours passed, and your so-called friend didn't show up. Judging by the lack of vibrations from your phone, they hadn't even bothered to text you. This wasn't the first time they did this. Maybe you needed new friends.

Your joints ached as you stepped out from your hiding spot, how long had you been standing there? Pulling the headgear off, you were met with a dark showroom. You checked the time, your phone screen displaying the time on its lockscreen: 10pm. The department store was definitely closed by now.

Fuck.

You were trapped inside the department store late at night, where nobody would be able to find you until the place opened again in the morning. And then you would probably get arrested for trespassing. Double fuck.

As you stood around panicking, you failed to notice the being slowly creeping up behind you. You jumped at the sensation of someone placing their hand on your shoulder, reflexively spinning around to punch the would-be offender. Unfortunately, your efforts seemed to hurt you more than them, as your fist collided with hard fibreglass, barely cushioned by their thin shirt.

As your eyes adjusted to the dark, you looked up to the other person, who hadn't since since you tried to hurt them, and almost had a heart attack when you realised it was a mannequin. That moved.