The Shop

>HOLD ON A MINUTE!!... Why aren't you wearing your beautiful suite?
>You know very well you aren't allowed to roam around naked in public anymore. Court order.

>Punch it

>PIERCE THE ILLUSION WITH YOUR DRILL
> or other piercy thing
> row row fight the power

>Who's that beautiful guy looking back at you in the mirror?

It's you.

>HOLD ON A MINUTE!!... Why aren't you wearing your beautiful suite?
>You know very well you aren't allowed to roam around naked in public anymore. Court order.

Quickly you realize something is amiss.
You look down, and with a sigh of relief realize that you are in fact still properly dressed.

>Maybe adjust that shirt. Perhaps the matching plaid tie was a bit much?

>Anyways, maybe find something to defend yourself with. You know how it goes, first all the people go poof, then the lurking dread sinks in, then all the bad things happen.

You readjust your tie, then look around for something to arm yourself with.



Utility knife has been equipped.

>Punch it

>PIERCE THE ILLUSION WITH YOUR DRILL
> or other piercy thing
> row row fight the power

With your new weapon, you smash the mirror.



You feel a chill in the air.


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> Oh hi shopkeep. Are you here to claim our soul

>My, you are looking so amorphous today. Mmm mmm.

>Something's not right here.
>That mask on the blob there feels wrong, and rather familiar...

>"Hey man, I don't want any trouble"

>Uhm... We break it, we buy it?

>My goodness... It's beautiful.
>Try to distract the monster by clumsily flirting with it. Better hope Sam doesn't find out...

>Smash and dash

> Oh. Sam's back. Go over and say hello.
Nothing is wrong.
It's definitely not a monster wearing her face.

(this isnt her this isnt her this isnt her)

> Oh hi shopkeep. Are you here to claim our soul

>My, you are looking so amorphous today. Mmm mmm.

>Something's not right here.
>That mask on the blob there feels wrong, and rather familiar...

It doesn't move.

It's hard to tell, but you think it might be watching you.

>Smash and dash

You jab your knife into it.
However, it feels like you're cutting water.
It doesn't respond.

>"Hey man, I don't want any trouble"

>Uhm... We break it, we buy it?

It seems... pleased?

>My goodness... It's beautiful.
>Try to distract the monster by clumsily flirting with it. Better hope Sam doesn't find out...

It's gone.
You hear footsteps coming from behind.




Sam:
"Hey! There you are.
See anything you like?"

>Nah. Although I think I bought a mirror, not quite sure.

>Have you seen the storeowner here? They seem a bit, eh. Shy.

>Don't really understand what language they were speaking either, but they seem to understand what I was saying at least.

>(Let's eh. Try to not break any more things. Dunno what we paid the storekeep with, but that mirror was fixed pretty quickly.)

>"I broke a mirror then a horrible blob monster showed up. I think it might want our souls to pay for it. So, what did you find?"

>I could talk about me forever, but what about you, have you found something cool. Or maybe something dumb.

>"You. Wink."

>"You. Wink."

Sam:
"..."

Sam nails you on the arm.
You wonder how your shoulder's still in place.



Sam:
"...There'll be time for that later."

>"I broke a mirror then a horrible blob monster showed up. I think it might want our souls to pay for it. So, what did you find?"

Sam:
"Wait, hold up. Blob monster?"

>Nah. Although I think I bought a mirror, not quite sure.

>Have you seen the storeowner here? They seem a bit, eh. Shy.

>Don't really understand what language they were speaking either, but they seem to understand what I was saying at least.

Sam:
"I haven't seen anyone else in here but you and me...
Which actually is odd enough on its own. I think you may have been right about going in here..."

>I could talk about me forever, but what about you, have you found something cool. Or maybe something dumb.

Sam:
"Well, I did find this neat mask...
But maybe we should leave?"



Sam heads for the door.
It doesn't open.

Sam:
"So uh. Door's locked."

Do we have cell phones? Can we call the police?

>I'm guessing the shopkeep wants paid before we can leave.

>I think they might be under the counter over there, buuut.

>We could just, ya know. Put the mask back. Not have anything to do with the storekeep again.

>Cause uh. I think I got lucky with the mirror. And I still don't know whether I paid for repairs or bought the thing. Does it even come off the wall? Was it real easy to fix and I got ripped off? No idea.

>Maybe the power of Jazz can help somehow?

>I think I know where this is going. The mask is significant. It needs to be worn by something... Aha! Obviously the door will open if you hang the mask on it.

>Don't wear it! Something bad always happen to those who wear a mask from a shop of wonders and horrors.

Do we have cell phones? Can we call the police?

You take out your phone, but even before you dial a voice is already speaking on the other end.

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"[̲̅g̲̅][̲̅a̲̅][̲̅m̲̅][̲̅e̲̅] [̲̅g̲̅][̲̅a̲̅][̲̅m̲̅][̲̅e̲̅] [̲̅g̲̅][̲̅a̲̅][̲̅m̲̅][̲̅e̲̅] [̲̅g̲̅][̲̅a̲̅][̲̅m̲̅][̲̅e̲̅] [̲̅g̲̅][̲̅a̲̅][̲̅m̲̅][̲̅e̲̅] [̲̅g̲̅][̲̅a̲̅][̲̅m̲̅][̲̅e̲̅] [̲̅g̲̅][̲̅a̲̅][̲̅m̲̅][̲̅e̲̅]"

You lower your phone.
Next to you Sam has had the same idea.



Sam:
"Someone should be here soon.
For now, let's look around."

>I think I know where this is going. The mask is significant. It needs to be worn by something... Aha! Obviously the door will open if you hang the mask on it.

>Don't wear it! Something bad always happen to those who wear a mask from a shop of wonders and horrors.

Sam hangs said mask on the door.



Sam:
"I don't think that's going to do much."

>I'm guessing the shopkeep wants paid before we can leave.

>I think they might be under the counter over there, buuut.

>We could just, ya know. Put the mask back. Not have anything to do with the storekeep again.

>Cause uh. I think I got lucky with the mirror. And I still don't know whether I paid for repairs or bought the thing. Does it even come off the wall? Was it real easy to fix and I got ripped off? No idea.

Sam looks behind the counter.



Sam:
"Helloooo?
Anyone there?"

She comes back, shaking her head.

>Maybe the power of Jazz can help somehow?

You take out your saxophone and fill the shop with your song.



Sam:
"You know, despite the horror movie scenario—
This is nice."

After a while, your song eventually comes to an end.
What lingers is a somber silence.

Sam:
"...No one's coming to save us, are they?"

>Don't let Sam sacrifice herself for you or something crazy like that, assure her everything gon be ok, even if you have to break down that door with your own hands