(Play a human-mascot or a contestant idc)

You were walking down the corridor of the Utilidors, having just witnessed Henry Hotline’s head explode, and his brain matter now staining clothes, the red wire of the ground that you were following suddenly ended next to a door up ahead, a faint blue glow shining through the door.

As you approached the door, you’d see a tall, middle-aged man, leaning over a desk piled with tvs. He’d slowly turn his head in your direction, an eerily big smile plastered on his face, and a cigarette hanging loosely from his teeth. His arms weren’t even real arms, they were silver coils with red gloves.

He’d push himself off of the desk, turning towards you fully, his messy hair falling in front of his eyes as he stared at you, saying nothing.