Incident [TEXT]

You were at a bar picking up la chicas scrounging for dirty secrets

Ah, yes. Had you not been dragged off and had the shit kicked out of you that would have probably turned out to be a pretty good night. It's just a shame that you didn't get their number before someone realised what you were up to.

You unintentionally tightened the ropes by moving around carelessly. They basically became a tourniquet around your wrists and you nearly lost a hand.

You flipped the chair over so you could wiggle around on the floor until you got to a sharp object you could use.

You kept a level head and hoped.

You were young and inexperienced back then, and as such immediately panicked. It's not like you metamorphosed into an escape artist or anything because of that one incident, but at least now you know better than to lose your head and flail around while tightly bound up. Obviously you didn't back then.

Long story short, after the ten most drawn out minutes of your life you managed to tip the chair over and wriggle towards a broken pipe that was sharp enough to cut the rope. All the while you were hoping the person you'd been flirting with would bust open the door and save you, whereupon you would both run into the night and kiss under a streetlight or something vaguely romantic like that.

Like you said, you were young and stupid. They probably forgot you existed within moments of you walking off. Not to mention that if they were hanging around a place like that, they were probably involved in criminal dealings. Not your type.

You take a moment to recall that this was only four years ago. It feels like you've been doing this job for decades.

But you got out on your own, and even managed to bust a few of the people responsible for your bruises and cracked ribs. It was good to see them again in the courts when you testified against them. Yeah.

The memory has sent a stupid smile spreading across your face before you remember that you're still stuck in this chair in this dusty room in the creepy building, and you haven't got the time to reminisce about small victories. So you gingerly prod the knots of the rope (as much as you can) and decide against the escapology route. You never got around to educating yourself about knots and such.

Only one thing left to try.

The chair is infuriatingly solid, but focused rocking back and forth eventually leads to the chair tipping back just a little too far. Slowly at first, you fall backwards and slam into the ground...

...directly onto your hands. You try and fail to withhold a strangled scream.

And then, of course, you hear the sound you failed to notice while creakily trying to get the chair to move.

Footsteps. Drawing nearer.

You start to panic, but just for a moment. They're too close, and if anything the scream drew their attention. Whatever happens, you're not getting out of this one scot free.

So when you finally see the infamous mask of Number 6 coming towards you, you see it upside down. And on your back.

The wearer stops in front of you, clearly at a loss for words. Or perhaps just contemplating the idiot that they captured.

What do you say?

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SpoilerOne day, perhaps, I will decide on a gender and sexual orientation for this character.

But that day is not today.